You start snooping!

Since there's no Namekkian girls to speak of, you decide to check on something while she's occupied. You set the tea aside and head into her bedroom. Pulling her drawers open, you find rows on rows of neatly-folded silky undergarments. You run your hand along them, imagining her soft flesh under the silk, teasing her with the tips of your claws as she blushes and tries to think only of Goku.

Your thick shaft tents your pants pretty tightly, and you can't help but grin.