Piccolo grunted in dismay as Chichi held up yet another pair of what she had described as "panties" under his nose, "What about these ones?"

His right eyebrow ridge twitched as the female shop clerk across the room glanced his way and giggled, obviously taking great joy in his embarrassment.

"Woman," Piccolo growled, fangs grinding, "could you be ANY louder?"

Chichi scowled and placed the panties back on the table, "Fine, not those then." Piccolo groaned.

When it came to shopping with Chichi, the Namekian normally didn't care. He was more than willing to sit in one spot for hours as Chichi tried on clothes or shopped for groceries.

Undergarments though...

They had been together for several years now and were quite well acquainted with what the others preferences were. That's why he'd been startled and frankly embarrassed that she'd dragged him to the ridiculous and very pink store; haphazardly shoving tiny pieces of fabric scraps in his face as his towering presence quickly caused the store to clear out. He'd threatened, bemoaned, begged and was frankly willing to sell his soul at this point just for the chance to walk outside and clear his sinuses of the nausea inducing perfume cloud enveloping him.

Chichi was still tittering from table to table, picking up little sparkly things that had no business near her business and would look at them for a few seconds before waving them his direction, "WHAT ABOUT THESE?" She bellowed when she'd reached the back of the store and he was still hovering near the only escape route leading out into the mall.

Piccolo had just dropped his face into his hands when he felt a pat on his shoulder. He looked down to see an elderly man grinning up at him, "That lil' firecracker there yours?"

Stunned that someone had come up to him so nonchalantly, all Piccolo could do was nod.

The old man chuckled, "Your a lucky man."

Piccolo grunted, crossing his arms.

"Yep," the old man continued, "I remember back when my wife and I were first together. Damn, those were the days."

"Not that I don't appreciate the compliment about my choice in females, but I'm a little busy. So if you've got a point, make it." Piccolo grumbled. He was tired, annoyed, and beginning to develop a migraine from the amount of noxious fumes wafting from the beauty isle filled with perfumes.

The old man smiled knowingly, and patted him on the shoulder again, "She's trying to impress you boy. Just, play along. It'll make her day. And make sure to smack her ass on the way out the door."

Piccolo whipped his head down so quickly his neck cracked. He stared wide-eyed at the old man who was cackling to himself as he hobbled out the door and got lost among the crowd.

He glanced back up to see Chichi staring intently at a pair of underwear that could only be described as floss. She almost looked angry at it. Piccolo made his way to her, his large frame bumping into practically every table as he struggled to not touch anything. When he reached her, she sighed, "How can something be sexy if there's not even enough to wear?"

"Humph," he said.

"I just wanted to find something fun, spice it up you know," She said wistfully, "sorry for dragging you here. I know you hate it."

Piccolo swallowed, the old mans words ringing true in his ears, "Yeah. But I love YOU."

Chichi sucked in a gasp and stared at him. Whatever she had been expecting him to say, it wasn't that. He'd said those words before, but it was usually in the privacy of their home. Such sentiments from him were rare at best. Piccolo blushed and shrugged, "Just, pick what you want so we can get out of here."

"Thats not the point! I'm trying to find something that you like!"

"You want to know what I like?" He growled, grabbing her by the wrist. He brought his lips down and whispered in her ear, "I like you wearing nothing; I like you bare under your dress so that when your least expecting it I can slip my fingers between your thighs."

Chichi practically moaned, swaying a little so she was leaning against him. Piccolo gave her wrist a gentle tug and smirked at her, knowing he had almost won her over, "How about we get out of here?"

She nodded mutely, cheeks pink as she picked up the speed and made a barge for the exit with Piccolo trailing behind her. As they made their way out the door, his large green hand gave her ass cheeks a healthy smack.

Stunned by his boldness, Chichi gave him a look that smoldered, "If you like me bare, you'll be happy with what I'm wearing now."

For the first time all day, Piccolo smiled.