It was a fairly quiet day on the Thousand Sunny. The crew had just entered the New World yesterday and were going about their everyday business. Chopper and Usopp were fishing off the side of the ship; Franky was down in his SUPER workshop, building some new contraption; Zoro was training in the crow's nest/workout area; Sanji was busy making meals for his beloved ladies; Robin was reading up on historical sights in the second half of the Grand Line; Brook was composing a new song; and Nami was eying her captain, Monkey D. Lucy, as she refused to get in a bra.
"Your boobs are even bigger than they were two years ago," Nami said through gritted teeth, "and they were size E then! If you don't wear a bra, any men we meet are gonna try to molest you, or at least grope you!" In truth, part of the reason Nami wanted her captain to wear a bra was because she was slightly jealous of the sheer size of her breasts.
Lucy was adamant. "No they won't! I'm too strong. Besides, bras get in the way of my fighting."
"AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT!? YOU'VE NEVER WORN A BRA IN YOUR LIFE!"
"Makino-san tried to get me to wear one, too," came the simple answer. "Bartender no baka..."
The redheaded navigator sighed. It was impossible to teach Lucy anything about female etiquette. She wasn't sure who Makino-san was, but she truly felt for the woman. Lucy walked around wearing an open red vest that showed off her very noticeable scar, the X-shaped one she'd gotten in the Whitebeard War when trying (and failing) to save Anne. How the rubbery moron kept her breasts from stretching like the rest of her was beyond Nami, even more so than the fact that the vest somehow never revealed more than half of the female captain's breasts at any given time.
"Lucy-chan..." Nami sighed. It was all she could do not to punch her captain through the girl's cabin door. "If you do not get in that bra within the next five seconds, you are seriously going to regret it."
Lucy shuddered. Nami could be down right scary sometimes, way scarier than anything of the enemies she'd fought. Nami could hurt her even without using haki, which when you take in the fact that she was rubber, was a very incredible feat.
And then she said that she was weak.
"I'm not wearing it!" Lucy told her nakama stubbornly.
Nami raised an eyebrow and seemingly changed the subject. "Say, Lucy-chan, are you ticklish anywhere?"
The other girl blinked. "Yeah, on my legs. Why?"
Her navigator's smile thinned into an evil grin that sent a cold shiver down her spine. "Oh, no reason." But the rising, wiggling, groping hands were proof that Nami was doing what she does best - - deceiving.
And so when Sanji burst into the girl's cabin 15 minutes later, he was met with the sight of a certain navigator and straw hatted captain lying on top of each other, faces flushed and giggling uncontrollably. And it didn't take a detective to figure out why, after one second of lewd reasons for this occurrence, Chopper suddenly found the need to stock up on extra blood samples when they reached the next island...