Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author's Notes: A short rather strange fic I came up with for no real reason. Have fun.
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He'd been in the worst battles you could name. Had trained under two of the greats of martial arts. Participated - and gotten into the finals - of the Tenkaichi Budokai. Helped to save the world over and over again. Had been beaten, bruised, knocked unconscious more times than he could count. He'd died, repeatedly. But nothing......nothing compared to this torture. The horror of horrors. The epitome of persecution. The male hell.
Shopping.
Yes, Kuririn - the unfortunate soul - had been dragged on a shopping trip with his wife and daughter.
Joy.
Don't take it the wrong way. He loved to spend time with his beautiful, not to mention dangerous, wife Juuhacigou and the pride of his life, his daughter Marron. But did it have to be a shopping trip?
"You'd think I'd be used to it by now..." the defender muttered to himself. "Did you say something papa?" Marron looked up from the extremely pink sweater set she had been examining. "Nope, nothing." He replied quickly. The pre-teen gave him a scrutinizing look, then shrugged causing her blonde pig-tails to bounce. "OK."
It was times like this when Kuririn almost wished there was something going on in the world beyond the normal peaceful life. Almost. None of the Z warriors had entered the Tenkaichi Budokai in years, actually since before the whole thing with Buu. And no mega evil being bent on destroying/ruling the world or killing Goku had shown up in the last nine years. But that was a good thing, despite being a bit boring.
"Kuririn! Move it with those bags." Juuhacigou's annoyed voice brought him back to reality. His wife stood next to him giving him a fake look of anger.
So it went as poor Kuririn was dragged from shop to shop looking at piece of clothing after piece of clothing. The worst was when one of the girls would ask him for his opinion. Why did females insist on putting males through that? No matter what he said it wouldn't be the right answer.
After hours of walking - with the boxes and bags in his arms multiplying - Juu-chan gave him a break. "Go sit in the food court and wait for us. You are only getting in the way in the stores."
Grinning he readily complied, knowing that she understood.
Nearing the foodcourt, Kuririn could hear a shouting couple over everyone else. He recognized those voices.
Getting in close enough he found Bulma and Vegeta arguing over whether or not they should leave. Vegeta was for leaving, Bulma against. Not wanting to get involved Kuririn moved to get out of sight. It wasn't fast enough.
Spotting him Bulma called her friend over. "Oh Kuririn, could you please tell Vegeta that it isn't a wound to the male pride to be forced into going shopping with his wife?"
Gulping at the tone in Bulma's voice Kuririn managed a weak, "Uh-huh." The look on Vegeta's face stopped him from saying anything else. Bulma gave him a slight nod, then turned back to her argument. Finding himself no long in the spotlight he made a quick getaway to the furthest corner of the foodcourt. And he stayed there, dodging the people he knew, until Juuhacgiou and Marron said it was time to go home.
Grinning Marron bounced up to him, "Papa! I can't wait to show you the clothing I bought! I'll model them for you when we get home."
Kuririn bit back a groan.
