65, Gochicha!
“Did you do something different with your hair?”
“So? What do you think?”
Chi-Chi looked up from her book to see her second husband in the doorway. Yamcha was grinning, his hair swept back from his face and in a loose ponytail tied at the nape of his neck. It showed off the ways his face had matured--gone was the babyface from their youth, replaced with sharper angles and scars, and streaks of grey could be seen through the ponytail, especially at the roots.
He looked good.
“Very nice,” she said, smiling. “I’m glad you’ve finally decided to look your age.”
“Aw, that’s not nice.” Yamcha flopped down on the couch next to her and pouted. “I just thought maybe I should try out the foxy grandpa look, since everyone else seems to be going for that these days.”
Chi-Chi laughed. “Vanity was always your weak point.”
He clutched at his chest dramatically. “You wound me!”
“I’m back!”
Goku wandered into the living room, sweaty and shirtless, and leaned over the back of the couch. “Hey, Yamcha, did you do something different with your hair?”
Yamcha preened. “Yep. What do you think?”
“I like it! Makes you look older.”
Yamcha scowled and Chi-Chi laughed. “There’s that classic Goku bluntness,” he muttered.
“Well.” Chi-Chi leaned forward and kissed Yamcha’s cheek. “For what it’s worth, I think you make a foxier grandpa than Goku does.”
Despite the fact that the three of them had been together for nearly five years, Yamcha still blushed and giggled when one of the others kissed him.
“Hey, where’s my kiss?” Goku asked, leaning in.
Chi-Chi covered his mouth with a hand. “Not until you shower, old man.”
