Chichi was going to kill Bulma. And Junior. And possibly Vetega if he dared to show up in the next few hours before she found a way to work out the stress that was building behind her eyes. After what she was only referring to as the pants incident (Bulma called it the booty incident), she had been attempting to stay as far away from Junior as she could. Honestly it was a little hard to look him in the eyes when all she could see was jean clad well-muscled ass floating in front of her eyes. It might have been easier to forget if Bulma would shut up about how nice it had looked.

Yes there was no way Junior knew what he had been doing, so as much as she would love to cast blame on him, it was Bulma who was currently causing her issues. By sending her pictures of Junior's ass in those damn jeans form several different angles. Apparently the only reason she had walked the alien out was to get a few pictures. Pictures that she was using purely to torment her boss with.

Despite her complaints she did tap and save quite a few of the pictures that might have been of interest to her. If only for tormenting Junior with. At least that's what she told herself about all of this because the truth was a little more embarrassing. She liked how he looked in those jeans, the way she could almost see the seams starting to burst, like those fantastic muscles were going to break the material right open.

God if that had happened, the splits in the jean spreading to reveal tantalizing bits of green skin. Maybe even some pink, if he had those same pink patches on his thighs and calves. She had never really seen a Namekian undressed (The Demon King losing bits of his clothes against Goku didn't count), so she knew that whatever she imagined couldn't measure up to the reality. Dear god she might have to ask Bulma if such a thing as Namekian porn existed if only to quench her own thirst.

Chichi's mind drifted back to Junior's jeans and those glorious glutes in said jeans. She could almost imagine the feeling of those muscles under her fingers, digging her nails into the skin. It wouldn't feel anything like human or Sayian skin, maybe more like a tough leaf, almost unyielding under her grasp.

She thanked god that Gohan was downstairs with Bulma, working on his homework while she was supposed to be cleaning up. Attempting to clear her mind, she turned the shower on as hot as she could, hoping it would clear her mind of any such filthy thoughts. Instead it only seemed to intensify her thoughts. Even without the pictures, she could see that image clear as day in her mind. Like it had been burned in there by her own lust.

Chichi leaned against the shower wall, her hand trailing down her stomach, skin slick with water. In her mind she could feel steel nails ever so gently making their way down, so lightly so not to draw blood. Not yet at least. His breath was heavy in her ear, his bulk covering her where there was so much of him touching her that her whole body was on fire. Fingers dipping lower just barely brushing against her mound.

"What do you want Milk?" that stupid nickname almost sounds sexy now, drawled out in that deep teasing voice that he only seemed to use on her. His hand was warm against her, but he wouldn't move it a single bit lower without the words he needed to hear.

"You…dumbass", she tilted her head back pressing her lips against his neck, feeling the muscles that were pulled taut. As much as he attempted to stay calm, she could tell that he was just as aroused as she was. Just barely the tip of his dick was poking out of his sheath, the barest hint that he wanted her like she wanted him.

"Right answer", his hand dipped lower ever so gently, despite his size and muscle. There was the barest pin prick of pain as the claws scrapped against her inner thigh, barely even drawing blood.

She let out a gasp, arching her back into his touch until she was almost on her tip toes. He was too damn tall, she couldn't get close enough for the touch that she so desperately needed. A deep throaty chuckle echoed through the shower as he allowed his fingers to move just slowly father and father up. When she could feel the heel of his hand almost against her clit she could have cried, she needed it so badly, needed his touch. If he would just give it to her.

The touch when it came was elastic and she was sure that she had soaked his hand but he continued on, unbothered. Careful to keep his claws away from her more delicate areas, the heel of his hand rubbed circles on her clit enough pressure to tell her that he was there but not enough to get her off.

One hand stayed pressed against the shower wall, afraid that she would fall as her legs could not stop shaking form the pleasure he was giving her but the other clasping around his back. His muscles were pulled tight, like a coiled spring that was ready to pop at any moment. And she wanted him to pop.

Her lips found the junction between his chin and his neck, attaching her lips with some about of vigour. His blood was pumping underneath his skin, only encouraging her to suck harder against his hard skin. Piccolo groaned, pressing his head into her hair as he tried to control himself. Chichi knew that he always wanted the upper hand on her, even if it was in regards to something like his own pleasure. What she was doing was only spurring him on, his hand moving faster against her. Her legs were shaking harder, and heat was curling in her belly. Chichi clenched her legs around his hand, almost so tight that he couldn't move.

It didn't help, the pressure only caused his hand to press against her harder giving her a delicious amount of friction, she was almost moving her thighs on their own now, growing closer and growing to her peak. Chichi's head slipped form Junior's neck her forehead falling against his shoulder as she began to shake.

"Come 'on Milk….come for me…", his voice was just barely above a husky whisper, everything in his voice said that he wanted nothing more than to see her fall apart with pleasure.

That was enough for her come crashing down, clutching on to Junior as she did. Goku had told her once that he thought she was dying in the middle of sex because she was a screamer. And scream she did, burying her face into his chest so that maybe it would be a little bit muffled.

Her legs shaking Chichi leaned her head back against the shower wall, any vision of Junior disappeared leaving only an empty shower and a very satisfied Chichi standing under the spray. Her other hand was stuffed in her mouth so any noise that the shower didn't cover would be muffled.

As the glow form the orgasm faded, her face flushed bright red. She had just masturbated to her neighbour, her annoying asshole neighbour who thought calling her Milk was the height of comedy. And she was still married, technically. Only in the legal sense, it had gone beyond being married for love a long time ago. She loved Goku, but he wasn't a husband or a father anymore. He just kind of was.

Junior was still an asshole though. No matter how nice is ass was or how good he was with Gohan.