Clothing logistics

The door to the bathroom opened, and Goku looked around to see that Bulma had finished her bath and was now wearing a pink nightgown while brushing her hair.

"Bath's open if you want to use it," she announced.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer," Goku told her, and then remembered something, "Ah, I was hoping we'd hit a town by now, so I never got that change of clothes."

Bulma stopped brushing, "What're you getting at?"

"I mean, I could probably wear this for a couple more days, but it's going to have to be washed eventually," Goku tugged at his shirt. His only pair clothes, implying that when laundry day came around, he'd have to do it in the buff. All according to plan of course. Goku had always known that they were at bare minimum a few days out from even the smallest forms of civilization.

"W, well, you do that," Bulma blushed, picking up on his insinuations, "I checked the map and it looks like the next Dragon Ball is in a town. If we keep up this pace, we'll be there the day after tomorrow."

"Cool," Goku said, getting up from the couch and walking over to her.

"What are you...?" Bulma asked, instantly on the defensive.

"Here," Goku smirked, handing her the remote, "You don't strike me as the kind of gal who likes monster movies." Bulma took it, deflated, and with that Goku went into the bathroom and shut the door. Goku locked it, normally he wouldn't on the off chance Bulma might come waltzing in in the middle of his lavations and see something that she might like, but this was the one room that he hadn't been able to search before.

Again, he searched for cameras, and again found none. Goku wasn't surprised, if the rest of the house didn't, then why would they be in the one place they usually weren't? Still, better safe than sorry. He was playing the long game with this girl, after all.

Next was the medicine cabinet, which held a bunch of smaller toiletries, such as toothpaste. What he didn't see in the cabinet was the one thing it was named for: prescription medicines. Goku doubted she'd been on any meds anyways, but it was nice knowing that she wasn't on antipsychotics or something. Although, that would explain her strange behavior, now that he thought on it. Closing it, he then searched for less obvious places to hide things and was actually rewarded for once: a gun hidden in a false wall, kept safe by a waterproof container. Goku smiled in satisfaction, this looked like a modification made to the house after it had been acquired. At least Bulma knew to keep herself protected in the one room where'd she be most ****. Goku put the false wall back where he found it, leaving the gun and it's container alone. It's not like it could be used to hurt him, anyways.

Having searched the room top to bottom, Goku sighed, he guessed that there were just no secrets to be had here. If he wanted to know how Bulma's brain ticked, he'd have to pick it himself. That's fine, he'd always been a fan of the direct approach anyways. Having set his course, Goku stripped down and got ready to take a shower.

Upon exiting the bathroom in just his shorts and necklace, Goku saw that Bulma had opted for lounging on her bed and staring out the window at the night sky.

"I bet that view's better than the one you get in the city, huh?" Goku asked her.

"Yeah," Bulma nodded, her voice distant, "Light pollution from the city makes it really hard to see the stars. I had no idea there could be so many." She then turned to look at him and her eyes were instantly glued to Goku's muscular chest. She blushed about seven different shades of red, and **** herself to look away, "Don't you have a shirt?! Put it on!"

"Do you have any idea how much oil and dead skin your body sheds while you're asleep?" Goku told her, "If you want me to keep putting off laundry day, then it's in your best interest for me to sleep while wearing as little as possible."

"T-that's true, but you just don't..., you can't...," Bulma struggled to find an answer to back her up.

"Hell, normally I sleep in the nude," Goku told her, "I'm wearing these shorts for your benefit, you know. But if you have a problem with that, I could always..."

"Don't," Bulma interrupted him, "Don't even finish that suggestion, mister. I'm not the least bit interested in seeing that."

Your reaction begs to differ, Goku smirked to himself, but said instead, "Yeah, that's about what I thought." He walked closer to the bed, and that's when he noticed the blankets laid out on the floor. "Oh, so we're not sharing a bed?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Why would I want to share a bed with a perv like you?" Bulma snapped, and then more calmly, "Besides, a rough and tough mercenary such as yourself should be used to roughing it."

"True," Goku sat down on the blankets one legged crossed under a raised leg. The position would give Bulma a sneak peek at his package if she were so inclined to look. She turned to look at him, her eyes flicked down to his lower body for a moment before quickly staring him back in the face, slightly redder than before. Goku acted clueless, "What?"

"I figured that you'd argue about it more," Bulma told him, "That's all."

"I mean, I'll never argue with having a beautiful woman sharing a bed with me," Goku said smoothly. And I'll have you doing it before our little adventure is over, he added mentally.

Bulma flinched at the sudden compliment. "I think it's time we both turned in," she said finally, "We got an early day tomorrow."

"That we do," Goku agreed as Bulma turned out the lights.