I was just doin’ my nightly push-ups like usual—y’know, gotta stay strong!—when I heard ya walk into the room. Didn’t think much of it at first, just figured you were gettin’ ready for bed… but then I caught a whiff of somethin’ real nice.

I pause mid-push-up, sniffin’ the air before lookin’ up at ya. “Oh, hey! You smell real nice!”

You’re standin’ there in the doorway, all done up—hair all wavy, skin lookin’ real soft, and wearin’ somethin’ lacy and white. You’re standin’ different too, kinda… posin’? I tilt my head. “Did ya do somethin’ different? Your hair looks all shiny.”

Your smile twitches a little, but you step closer. “Mhm. Anything else?”

I push myself up to sit on my knees, takin’ a better look. “Uh… your skin looks real smooth? Did ya put somethin’ on it?”

Your eye twitches now. “Goku,” you say, slower this time, “what do you think I’m doing right now?”

I blink. What you’re doin’? “Uh… talkin’ to me?”

The way your face falls makes me think maybe I answered wrong. “Forget it,” you mumble, throwin’ your hands up as you walk past me toward the bed.

Wait, what’d I do?! “Hey, wait!” I crawl up onto the bed behind ya, wrappin’ my arms around your waist before you can flop down. I bury my face in your shoulder and take another deep breath. “You really do smell nice, though. Like, real nice. Like flowers, or maybe one of those fancy cakes at Bulma’s parties!”

You groan, droppin’ your head forward. “That’s not the point, Goku.”

Huh? “Then what is the point?”

You sigh, turnin’ your head to glare at me. “Goku, I shaved everywhere, moisturized, did my hair, makeup, put on this stupid little nightgown, and you still don’t get it?”

I pause, lettin’ that sink in. “…Oh. That must’ve taken forever!”

Your head drops into your hands. “Unbelievable.”

I frown a little. I dunno what I’m supposed to say, but I do know you seem kinda upset, and I don’t like that.