A/N: Here is the next installment in my prompt series. The prompt for this one was: "So you think I'm hot?" with bonus point for me if it was 18 thinkning Krillin was hotinstead of the usual scenario of the other way around. This is what I came up with and I hope you enjoy. As always, a review, like or follow is very much appriciated.


SHOPPING

"Are you almost done in there?"

What the hell is taking him so long? Is this really what it's like when I make him wait outside change rooms? Why does he go along with this? 18 rapt her fingers impatiently against the arm of the uncomfortable plastic chair she was sitting in. This was all Bulma's fault. The Capsule Corp. heiress was throwing herself a ridiculously lavish birthday party next week, because of course she was, and Krillin had nothing to wear. And not the type of 'nothing to wear' where he actually had an entire wardrobe full of perfectly fine things to wear, but the type where he literally didn't own a single piece of formal, or even semi-formal attire.

From the other side of the curtain which, in true changing room style, was just a teensy bit too short to actually cover the entire booth, 18 heard a strange array of grunting, squirming and zipping noises. She looked up curiously.

"Yeah…. Almost done…. There!" The curtain swished open and Krillin stepped out of the cubical for the obligatory pre-purchase fashion show.

Oh… hello! All of a sudden 18 understood exactly why Krillin did this with her.

Her eyes widened just a little, and she had to do a double take as she watched him strut up and down the hallway, modelling the outfit. Was that Krillin? Her Krillin? Seriously? She tried to swallow her shock, but her mouth was suddenly bone dry.

As Krillin inspected himself in a mirror that was at least twice the size he was, 18 came to stand behind him. "What do you think, babe?" he asked as he adjusted the collar of the stiff shirt and combed his fingers back through his scruffy hair.

What did she think? Right now she didn't think anything. It was as if her brain had just up and checked right out of her skull. As she took in Krillin's reflection in the mirror, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. This was a man whose entire wardrobe consisted of board shorts and brightly coloured singlets. Aside from his training gi, she'd never seen him wear anything else. And now here he was, dressed in a crisp, sky blue business shirt, which was neatly tucked into a pair of dark navy blue dress pants. The outfit was finished off with a thin navy tie and a pair of brown leather shoes.

"Needs a belt," she finally managed to mutter a response, and then she quickly scurried out of the change rooms before Krillin had a chance to notice her strange behaviour.

He was still standing in front of the mirror when she returned a moment later, examining his silhouette. 18's eyes were immediately drawn downward. Where had he been hiding that booty all this time?! She knew he had a good physique and excellent muscle definition, it was nothing that she hadn't seen before, they'd been dating for almost a year, after all. But there was just something about the way these perfectly tailored clothes framed his body, the way they clung to his muscles and his… behind; that was working for 18 in a way she had not expected.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" A sales woman whose arrival 18 had totally failed to notice piped up, her voice oozing with fake cheerfulness. "The belt?" she held out her hand expectantly, waiting for 18 to pass it over. "Ma'am?"

"Huh?" 18 tore her eyes away from Krillin's bum. Had they noticed she'd been staring? She blinked and shook her head before thrusting the belt into the woman's hand with slightly more force than was really necessary. Someone must have turned the heat in here way up, because all of a sudden, her face was burning.

Once he'd adjusted the belt, Krillin posed in front of the mirror again, twisting and turning to make sure he'd checked every angle. All the while, the sales lady gushed over how peeeeerfect everything looked on him, and how the belt really brought the entire outfit together. "I don't know," he thought aloud, "I'm just not convinced-"

"We'll take it!"

Both the shop assistant and Krillin turned to look at 18 with the same curious expression on their faces. "The belt?" the woman asked.

"The shirt, the belt, everything. We'll take it all." Finally 18 managed to regain her composure and string an entire sentence together, taking back control of the situation. She turned her focus to Krillin, catching his reflection in the mirror and choosing to ignore the thinly concealed glee plastered all over his face.

"Okay," he agreed with a laugh and a shrug, "we'll take the lot!"


"So," Krillin knew he was probably going to get in trouble for pushing it, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up, "are we talking about what happened in there yet, or…." He swung his shopping bag of goodies back and forth on his wrist to make extra sure 18 saw it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." 18 avoided looking down at her stupid little boyfriend. Instead she charged ahead through the crowds of people meandering through the mall at such a pace that Krillin almost had to jog to keep up with her.

"Awww, c'mon babe," he teased, calling after her, "Do you think I'm hot?"

"Do you think I'm hot?" he asked again as they made their way through the car park.

"You don't have to deny it, you know," he said as they sat in traffic on the highway. "You think I'm hot!"

"You're only making it worse by ignoring me," he looped around her in the sky as they flew over the vast and empty ocean, "I saw you checking out my butt in the mirror. You think I'm hot!"

"Argh!" 18 came to a screeching halt mid-air, "and so what if I do?" she asked, feeling the warmth returning to her cheeks.

"Do you?" Krillin asked, letting himself drift slowly towards her, until there was hardly any space between them at all. He was loving this, it wasn't very often he was able to get the upper hand on 18, and he'd never imagined he'd be able to get under her skin like this. "Do you think I'm hot?" he smiled brightly while trying his best not to laugh.

"Good lord," 18 muttered as she gave in. "Yes! Okay?" she grabbed the scruff off Krillin's teeshirt and pulled him in for an unexpected kiss. "Yes, I think you're hot! Are you happy now?"

Unable to hold it in any longer, Krillin started to laugh. "Very!" he said. This whole situation was just too bizarre to even begin to make any sense of, so he decided to just go with it. 18 rolled her eyes and smiled, mumbling something to herself about how much of an idiot he was. Krillin quickly kissed her again, taking advantage of the playful mood, before they took off towards home.

"You realised that I'm never going to let you live this down, right?" asked Krillin as they looped down towards Kame Island.

"I have no doubt," 18 replied, shaking her head. "Hey. Where are you going?!"

Krillin was sprinting up the beach at full pace. "Are you kidding?" he asked over his shoulder without slowing down. "I'm going upstairs to get changed! Are you coming?"

Half a second later, the beach was empty.


A/N: Once again, I hope you liked this. I had a really fun time writing this one, it was a cool little prompt! Please leave a review if you feel so inclined. Don't forget, the link to my tumlr is in my bio, where you too can leave me a prompt if you'd like!

Best wishes,

D.B