He pulled his shirt off as he got ready for bed, his back to Bulma was she walked out of the bathroom in her towel after a nice hot shower. His muscles tensed as always. His back muscles flexing as he waited for her to start some sort of argument. He relaxed slightly when the argument never came.

He folded his shirt up neatly and set it atop the dresser before facing her, the normal irritated look on his face.