•A low-class warrior, with a high-class heart• Turles x Reader!!

•HUNK•

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It's been two days since you made cookies for Turles, and he's starting to walk again. It's not natural for a human to heal within a week, and it's definitely not normal for a human to survive that crash. But of course- he wasn't a human. Damn those tough, saiyan genes.

It's currently 10am and you're in the bathroom, attempting to clean it. You organized the soap, shampoo, conditioner, and you even set out two sponges. One of them was (f/c) and the other one was purple. The purple one obviously being Turles's, since it reminded you of his armor's color scheme. The thing is- he doesn't know it's his yet. That's the main reason why you're organizing your bathroom; Turles hasn't taken a shower yet at all. He's been laying around in his armor for a while, and you weren't able to take it off beforehand because he was still injured. And let's face it- that armor is way too heavy for you to lift on your own. You almost broke your entire body in half trying to carry him in the house while he was unconscious, so you didn't even wanna try to imagine trying to cooperate with a conscious, grumpy Turles to try to take his armor off. And you definitely did not want to think about you trying to help him take a shower. You both are adults- and that surely wouldn't end well. It would be too embarrassing of a task for you to do.

After getting the shower in order, you place a clean towel on the sink counter before walking out to the living room. You peek around the corner to see Turles sitting on the couch, looking bored while watching TV. You walk over to the couch and stand next to the arm chair. "Turles, since you aren't crippled anymore, I think it's time for you to take a shower." All he did was let out a grunt, and continued to watch the Television. "Are you even listening?" Again, another grunt. You let out a growl of annoyance, and walked over to him. You make sure that you are directly in front of him, so he can't see the TV. "TURLES!"

He finally looks up at you. "What? I'm trying to watch TV here." You cross your arms and glare down at him. "You've been sitting on my couch for a while now! Now that you aren't crippled, you can properly cleanse yourself!" He rolls his eyes, and gives you a childish "why should I?" As an answer. "Turles, you stink." He squints his eyes at you, then he turns his head towards his armpit and sniffs it. He winces and coughs as he sticks his tongue out. You let out a small giggle, while gesturing him to follow you as you walk towards the bathroom.

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After showing him where all the cleaning supplies are (and explaining to him what they do), you head to your room to look for some spare clothes. The last time you dated a guy was in high school - so you were praying that you had some old clothes that he left behind. After finally finding a spare shirt and sweat pants, you fold them up into a nice pile.

The clothes were er-

Let's not talk about that right now.

You mentally sweat dropped (if that's even a thing) and carried the pile of clothes to the bathroom. After turning the handle, you slowly crack the door open and say "It's me."

"What do you want? Came to sneak a peak~" You could basically imagine him posing in the shower after saying that, since the curtain is thick and non-transparent. You let out a loud scoff. "Yeah, as if," he let out a fake small pout as you said that. "I came to give you some clean clothes, and to take your dirty ones." You hear him pause in thought. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

You let out a small sigh, since the answer to that question should be obvious. "They are dirty Turles. Besides, you don't need to wear armor around here. You should be in something more comfortable. Seeing a guy lay on my couch wearing big ass armor all the time keeps me on edge- and makes your body mass seem huge." He lets out a small grunt, and continues to wash himself. You pick up his dirty clothes, and walk out the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door securely behind you, you walk towards your laundry room. You open the washing machine, set the load to light, put the clothes inside, and start the water. When opening the cabinet above the machine, there's two different laundry detergents. One of them is Ocean Breeze, while the other one is Sunflower Meadow. You choose (your choice) and pour a little bit of it into the machine, before closing the washer and putting the detergent away.

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You were laying on the couch watching some classic family feud while Turles was in the shower. You really hoped he didn't fall in there- it's been almost 30 minutes. Not like a slip in a bathtub could actually hurt him though. But you didn't blame him - if you weren't able to shower for about a week, you'd take a long time as well.

A few minutes later, you heard a loud scream. Well, more like a type of battle cry, coming from a saiyan of course.

You let out a low snicker as you glance towards the hall, expecting a pissed off Turles to come around the corner. Low and behold - a pissed off Turles was charging around the corner. You quickly averted your gaze from him and looked at the TV; trying to act like you weren't paying attention. He stomps over to you, and stands next to the couch.

"What the hell is this!?" You let out a low grunt, while still looking at the TV. "(Y/n)!" You simply blinked, making sure not to look away from the TV. Letting out a laugh now could ruin it all. "Yeah, Turles?" His foot starts to impatiently tap at the ground. "What. Is. This." You pause in thought, or you pretend to think about what he just asked. His tail has now unwrapped from around his waist, and is thudding against the ground.

"I'm not really sure what you are talking about, honestly." He lets out a snarl, and stomps over to you. He stops in front of you and stands there, towering over you, making sure you cant see the TV.

You finally look up towards him, and holy shit. You knew he was ripped but- the shirt he had on was so t i g h t on him. Tight in a good way that is- it was very fitting. He looks so much better without his armor on. You could clearly see the definition of his abs on his torso- along with other various muscles you weren't aware existed, and the gray sweatpants went nicely along with it. His skin looks a lot smoother and cleaner now- making his overall appearance look better. His hair looks so soft that it's tempting not to touch it.

He does a quick hand motion and gestures towards his shirt. "What. Is. This." You glance at the black shirt, and you see four giant white letters that spell "HUNK" on it in minimalist font. You try your best to repress a giggle, and almost fail. "Oh. T h a t. That's the only shirt I had here that could fit you, I don't mean anything by it." You weren't lying either - it was the only shirt you had that could possibly fit him. Hell- it was basically large when it was on your ex, considering that he wasn't fucking jacked. Your just glad that it fit Turles. You regretted nothing.

"Tsk. I'm just glad that it compliments me, a proud saiyan warrior, rather than some small weak human." There goes his elitist side again. He sits next to you on the couch, while curling his tail around his waist. "Now that I think about it, do the sweatpants bother your tail at all? I could cut a hole in them if you like." He shakes his head. "No, it's fine. My tail is a few inches above my waist line, so the pants don't quite touch it." Huh, that's interesting. You always thought that a monkey tail would go right on the butt-crack of a human, but instead, there's a few inches between them. Wack.

"Soon though, me and you are going to have to go shopping for some new clothes. I don't want to wear those out too fast." Plus, he looked way to damn good in them, so there's no way in hell that you are going to allow them to rip anytime soon. He seems to mesmerized with Family Feud to respond, so you two sit there and watch in silence.

Well, silence until you burst out laughing at Steve's jokes of course. Comedy gold. Every time you laugh, Turles glances at you and gives a small smile. He can't remember the last time he's smiled this much- or at all.

Besides when he's fighting - of course.

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