Son Goku

Goku walked into the bedroom searching for his clean training gi. He found his wife standing in front of the mirror, struggling to fasten the zipper of her fitted shirt. Her stomach had grown noticeably rounder over the past few weeks, a change Goku attributed entirely to her recent lack of exercise and increased appetite. He watched her try to force the fabric over her midsection before deciding to step in and help. Goku moved up closely behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist, tugging firmly on both sides of the zipper to try and force the material together over her protruding midsection. "Huh, did your clothes shrink in the wash again? Or maybe you're just getting super soft and squishy lately, because this definitely isn't closing." He let go of the stubborn fabric and leaned in closer, prodding her rounded stomach a few times with his index finger while examining the curve with a curious look on his face. "I kinda like it, but you're totally gonna rip your pants if you try to kick anyone today! So maybe you should wear one of my old shirts instead." Goku patted her belly twice with a cheerful grin, then turned away from the mirror and walked over to the nearby wooden closet to resume his search for his misplaced gear.