(Forte is kind of an asshole)
"But… I could've made myself new clothes…" Forte, now awkwardly squeezed into a barrel of heated water out next to the Son house, muttered childishly as he stared at the oversized red T-shirt (which should fit him fairly well), a pair of black skinny jeans, and sandals that the namek was sure would feel uncomfortable wearing. Hopefully everything else would fit just fine.
"Oh quit whining. You should save your energy for healing," Chichi said as she waved her hand dismissively. Forte sighed helplessly as he (somehow) sank deeper into the barrel.
...
He had lied. The outfit was FAR too small.
Forte squirmed uncomfortably in his new attire, not pleased at how much neck his shirt was showing off. He stood with a stiff spine out next to the car, waiting for Chichi to come out of the house as she was busy talking to a strange woman through her phone. By the Dragon, why did talking about a bland, giant ass namekian take so long?
"Speak of the devil and she shall come," Forte muttered unhappily under his breath as he watched Goku's wife quickly exit the house. Chichi paused in front of him, eying him curiously and almost amused.
"What?" Forte snapped, his dark green lips pulling back to let his canines glisten in the sunlight. The tiny woman only smiled, letting out a small giggle as she patted his forearm.
"Nothing, just hurry up and get in the car, big guy," Forte's ear flicked at the nickname and he ducked his chin as he clumsily opened the car door and crammed his large form into the seat. Chichi, more gracefully, followed, started the car, and began to drive away from the solitary house of the Son family.
The setting sun beautifully turned the clouds gold, and the sky pink. Chichi made a comment on how lovely it was outside, but the only thing of Forte's mind was a growing list of things to hate. And a bed.
…
At last, the little car had parked in front of the large domed buildings of Capsule Corporation. As soon as the vehicle stopped, the suffocated namek burst from the door, stretching his arms over his head and taking a deep, longing breath. He ignored ChiChi's amused laugh as she entered the doors, expecting Forte to follow, which he did as he stifled a yawn.
Almost immediately he was startled by sudden, cheery greetings from Chichi and a blue haired woman that Forte suspected was Bulma. He swallowed nervously as he watched the two hug each other and start chatting.
Though the alien slug tuned out their conversation, looking around for small, spiky haired angry men, even though he could sense him in a farther part of the building.
"What are you looking for?" the namekian flinched and looked down at Bulma. He opened and closed his mouth like a catfish out of water, though nothing came out of his mouth.
"I didn't think he was a mute," Bulma joked as she turned back to Chichi, who only shrugged in response.
"Well, I have to go feed the boys," Chichi sighed as she looked at the watch on her slender wrist "have fun Forte! Feel free to visit every once in awhile, ok?"
Forte nodded mutely as he watched the small human leave. He slowly turned back to the other, his blue eyes wide and dazed as his jaw slightly hung open.
Bulma flashed him a crooked smile, unnerved by how odd the namekian was. He seemed weirder than Piccolo tends to be "I'll just… take you to your room."
And once he was left alone in his new room, Forte plopped face down on the bed and screamed into the pillow.
