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“Chichi! What’s wrong?!”
Chichi whirled around, already in her fighting position, eyes darting back and forth as she tried to spy the threat.
“What, Goku? What do you see? What’s happening?”
“Your chest!” Goku ran up and grabbed her chest, lifting her breasts up slightly. “It’s falling!”
Chichi turned bright red and slapped his hands away. “It’s called not wearing a bra, Goku! I thought now we were married I didn’t have to wear one every Kami-damned minute of the day!”
Goku sat down and rubbed his hands. “What’s a bra?”
Chichi took a deep calming breath. This was fine.