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Wedgie Fighter Z
By : Revenger
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Chapter List
- 1-Wedgie Fighter Z
- 2-Path to the Fight
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Cheelai was resting on the lawn chair outside of Kame House. She wore her typical outfit: a purple and white bodysuit with a green semicircle under the chest, white gloves, white and green shoes with long purple socks. She rested her head on her elbows, snoozing the entire time. Broly had come back to Earth to train with Goku and Vegeta, who were all battling it out in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The last time Cheelai had seen Broly was almost a day ago, before she fell asleep. They were supposed to meet together at Kame House when Broly’s training was over. The gentle crashing of waves soothed her tense muscles and allowed her to rest. “Hmm...” she snored, rolling over. “Broly... come here. I want you...”

“Is this the one?” a brutish voice questioned, gazing over Cheelai’s sleeping figure.

“I think so,” a high pitched voice said fearfully.

“Good,” the brute stated confidently. “She can help us out.”
“We should probably wake her first,” the fearful voice suggested.

“Ok,” the brute groaned. “Hey nerd! Wake up!”

Cheelai’s eyes fluttered open. “What’s... going on?” she murmured, rubbing her eyes gently. She noticed two female figures standing before her. “Hi,” she greeted cautiously, wrapping her fingers against the ray gun attached to her pocket. “Who are you?”

The fearful woman stood behind the brutish figure. The scared woman was tan-skinned with downcast eyes and grey irises. She possessed shaggy shoulder-length black hair worn in a high ponytail secured by a white hair-tie, while a bang hanging over the left side of her face. Her outfit was a red shirt revealing her midriff matching her lower outfit—a red skirt with a brown belt attached along with a silver circular buckle and a pair of black compression shorts underneath. She wore a pair of golden boots with red tips, along with golden bracelets that covered her wrists and most of her forearms, and a pair of golden hoop earrings. The woman was shaking, hoping not to upset anyone.

The brutish figure took a step closer. She was a short woman with a fair complexion and a slender build. She wore a pink tube top, purple harem pants, dark grey wristbands, and dark grey shoes. The attitude she kept on her face suggested she had something to prove. “Name’s Caulifla,” the black-haired woman answered. “You’re Chilly, right?”

“Uh... no,” Cheelai stated, perplexed by Caulifla’s presence. “My name is Cheelai. Who are you again?”

“I already told you,” Caulifla replied, placing her hands to her hips. “I’m Caulifla. I’m a Saiyan from Universe 6.”

Cheelai raised an eyebrow. “Universe 6?” She was familiar with alternate timelines, which was how there were two Brolys. Due to this, memories of the old, malicious Broly were mixed into the heroes’ minds, making them remember the interactions of their counterparts from other timelines. “And... what do you want?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We want in,” Caulifla said sternly, getting into her face.

“Into what?” Cheelai questioned.

“That video game!” Caulifla shouted, startling Cheelai out of her chair.

“A... video game?” Cheelai questioned, picking herself up off the grass.

“Yeah, the FighterZ one,” Caulifla explained. “You’re in it. We want in, too.”

Cheelai raised an eyebrow. “I’m... not really in that game,” she stated, hoping she would be left alone so she could return to her dreams.

“Don’t lie to me,” Caulifla stated, getting in Cheelai’s face. “You’re in the game! I’ve seen clips of you helping that big idiot named Broly.”

Cheelai’s right eye began to twitch. She could not stand people insulting Broly. “He’s not an idiot,” she said coldly, not forcing her way into Caulifla’s face, pushing the female Saiyan a few steps back. “He’s my boyfriend,” she stated angrily. “I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but I will not put up with you insulting Broly.”

“Hmmph,” Caulifla huffed with a grin. “Ain’t you tough,” the young adult said, impressed by Cheelai’s courage. “You got spunk, Chilly.”

“Cheelai,” the alien woman said, becoming more and more vexed by the moment.

“Whatever,” Caulifla said with a shrug. “So, you going to help us get into the game?” she said, jerking her left thumb in the other female’s direction.

“Who’s that?” Cheelai questioned, looking at the other woman.

“I’m Kale,” the woman stated, barely loud enough for Cheelai to hear her.

“She’s my friend,” Caulifla answered confidently before she returned her focus to Cheelai. “So, how do you think you can get us into that game?”

“I don’t know how,” Cheelai said sternly. “I got in by luck.” Although she could not find a good time to say it, she did not consider herself lucky to be relegated to a segment where she relived one of the most stressful moments of her life.

“Bull crap!” Caulifla shouted, startling Kale into taking a few steps back. “It’s all a popularity contest!” she stated, pointing an accusatory finger at Cheelai. “You only got in because of that fat ass of yours!”

Cheelai’s face turned from green to crimson. “What?” she asked, incredulous about such a claim. “I’m... pretty sure it’s because I’m close to Broly.”

“No way,” Caulifla stated, not believing Cheelai’s claims for a second. “The only reason you got in is because you look hot!”

Cheelai froze, still reconciling with these accusations. “So... you want me to help you get in?” she asked.

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Caulifla stated, stamping her left foot down. “So how do we get in?”

Cheelai let out a sigh. “If you want in, you need to be a bit nicer to me,” she advised, crossing her arms. An idea formed in her head, one that was not the most moral, but it was certainly the most entertaining. “You know, if you had just asked nicely, I could get you in.”

Caulifla raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you say you didn’t know?” she questioned, making Cheelai sweat profusely.

“I was sleeping and you were bothering me,” Cheelai said quickly, hoping her excuse would be believed. A small smirk appeared on her face. “So... are you going to be nice?”

“Fine,” Caulifla stated, letting out a groan. “Do I have to do something for you or what?”

“It shouldn’t be that hard,” Kale pointed out, vexing Caulifla further.

“You’re not helping, Kale,” Caulifla grumbled.

“Sorry,” Kale murmured, looking away in shame.

“Uh, you could let me nap for a few more hours,” Cheelai said with a yawn. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sure,” Caulifla grumbled, crossing her arms together. “We’ll check back on you in a while.” She and Kale soared off, wondering what they were going to do for a few hours. They flew over a city, soaring through the air. Caulifla let out an agitated sigh, but was disrupted by Kale’s sudden squeal. “What is it?” she groaned.

“Look!” Kale exclaimed, pointing underneath her.

Caulifla looked down, seeing a herd of sheep resting in a grassy area guarded by a wooden fence. “What? It’s just a bunch of sheep.”

“It’s a petting zoo!” Kale exclaimed excitedly. “We got to stop and pet the sheep!” She used her puppy dog eyes to persuade Caulifla. “Please?”

The other Saiyan let out a sigh as a smile crossed her lips. “Fine,” she conceded, flying down into the park range with Kale. The employee, who was standing next to the sheep, fell over when Caulifla slammed her feet into the ground, causing a shockwave to spread throughout the land. The sheep and the employee fell over, scaring Kale.

“Caulifla! Don’t scare them off!” Kale shouted, racing around to pick up the sheep as fast as she could.

“Sorry,” Caulifla replied in a tone not at all apologetic. She could not stop thinking about that game. FighterZ was the highest standard for Dragon Ball, as far as she was aware. She had to get into that game.

Kale sighed as she started petting the single sheep in front of her on the head. She bent down on her knees to do so, taking great joy in watching the sheep smile. “Who’s a good little sheep? You are! Yes, you are!” she said happily, letting the stress slowly dissipate from her body.

Caulifla kept tapping her feet against the ground. The employee managed to stand up and her entire body shook in disbelief upon what she was seeing. Two random people with strength unlike any other had crashed into the petting zoo. Without any hesitation, she ran away crying. “What a loser,” Caulifla murmured, watching her run away. She walked over to Kale, wondering what was the fascination behind the sheep. Sure it was cute, but it did not do anything particularly special. Her eyes caught onto a pink material peeking out of Kale’s skirt. A devious smile crossed her lips as she tiptoed over to where Kale was. Without making another sound, Caulifla’s fingers slowly gripped the waistband.

Kale was completely oblivious as to what was to come. “Who’s a good sheep?” she asked her new friend, patting the creature on the head. “You are! Yes, you-EEK!” Her delight turned to terror as she felt cotton zip up her back, going up her bottom like a speeding elevator car. “Caulifla! That isn’t funny!” she shouted at her snickering friend.

“Come on, Kale,” Caulifla replied in a saccharine voice. “It’s funny and you were wide open. OW!” she noticed another sheep chomping down on the back of her leg. “You stupid sheep!”

Using this opportunity to pull herself away, Kale tucked her undergarments back into her skirt and let out a sigh. She watched the sheep run away anxiously as Caulifla rubbed her wound. “Maybe you shouldn’t have done that,” Kale pointed out weakly.

“Touché,” Caulifla conceded, still rubbing her aching leg. I let my guard down, Caulifla murmured inside her brain. I wonder if that ever happens to people like Goku. Her rival, or at least she considered him her rival, was already playable in the game. She had to get in and settle the score with him once and for all. “How long has it been since we left Chilly alone?”

“About ten minutes,” Kale answered.

Caulifla let out a massive groan. “I can’t wait any longer. We need to get into that game!” she shouted, her voice growing louder by the second.

“Maybe we should leave her be for now,” Kale suggested.

“When has patience accomplished anything?” Caulifla snapped at her friend. “Let’s just bug her until we’re in the game!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Kale said meekly.

“It’s not like we were given an instruction manual,” Caulifla barked back. “That’s it. I can’t wait anymore.” She zoomed into the sky and soared back to Kame House.

Kale quickly flew after her, hoping she would not be left behind him. “Wait up!”

“There you are,” Caulifla grumbled, watching a snoring Cheelai sleep on her stomach.

“Just a little bit... closer,” Cheelai murmured through her dreams. “You’re almost there...”

“I have had enough,” Caulifla said through gritted teeth. Her eyes caught onto a white material that barely appeared within her suit. And I know just the way to mess with this nerd. Her cold fingers coiled around the waistband as her lips slowly curled into a smile. Cheelai continued to snore peacefully until a sudden shock made her eyes snap open.

“Ah!” she yelped, falling off the lawn chair. However, she did not touch the ground. Instead, Caulifla dangled her in the air. “What are you doing?” Cheelai asked worriedly, her bottom feeling like it was going through a car crusher.

“I’m tired of waiting, Chilly!” Caulifla shouted, bouncing Cheelai up and down numerous times. “You’re going to get me into that game!”

“Ack! Let-OW me-ECK go!” Cheelai yelled, seeing the ground bounce in her face.

“Hmph. Nah,” Caulifla replied, instead flying into the air.

Cheelai squeaked, the broccoli-themed fabric lifting her painfully off her feet.

“Now then,” Caulifla began, giving another painful tug that made Cheelai yelp. “Tell me how to get into that game!”

“I can’t help you!” Cheelai shouted, her words getting louder and quieter with each bounce. “I lied, okay? I can’t help you get into the game!”

Caulifla’s left eye began to twitch. “You what?” she asked, losing her grip on Cheelai’s waistband. Cheelai fell through the air, smashing face first into the ground.

“Ow,” Cheelai murmured, removing her head from the face-sized crater. She dusted the dirt off her face and let out a groan. I did not need this today, she wanted to say, picking herself up. “Ack!” She felt the fabric crawl up her back once more. Not again. The cotton slithered past her neck, giving her chills as she realized what was to come. “Why are you doing this?” Cheelai questioned, craning her neck back to see Caulifla grinning deviously. “I mean, why a wedgie of all things?”

Caulifla gave a shrug. “I got the idea from Kale and the more I think about it, you kind of look like a nerd.”

Cheelai’s left eye started to twitch at that statement. “First you tell me I got a fat ass. Now you’re telling me I’m a nerd?” she asked incredulously, her green cheeks becoming crimson.

“You have cartoon prints and a fat ass. Both can be true,” Caulifla replied nonchalantly, giving another tug to make Cheelai squeak once more. “Now let’s wrap this up. I’ve wasted too much time today over nothing!” she shouted into Cheelai’s ear, her voice loud enough to pop a blood vessel. Caulifla considered herself fortunate that her bouncing Cheelai around made it a bit easier to stretch the material. The fabric latched onto Cheelai’s scalp and continued its trek, approaching her eyes.

“Please don’t,” Cheelai whimpered.

“You know what? I’ll be nice,” Caulifla replied, hooking the fabric onto Cheelai’s eyes. The green woman’s neck strained back as she wobbled around trying to stay on her feet.

“How is this nice?” Cheelai yelled, attempting to walk away while blinded by adorable cartoons shaped like broccoli.

“Hey, I didn’t hook it to your nose,” Caulifla said with a laugh, watching Cheelai waddle away.

Maybe if I keep the atomic on, she’ll stop, Cheelai thought optimistically, hoping to find a hiding spot inside Kame House.

“That was pretty mean,” Kale observed, making Caulifla turn her focus onto her friend.

“What are you talking about?” Caulifla asked, not seeing Kale’s point. “It’s funny!”

“You were picking on her, though,” Kale pointed out. “You’re a lot stronger than her and she couldn’t do much to defend herself.”

“Well, that’s what she gets for lying to us,” Caulifla said with a shrug. She looked behind her, finding that the green woman had disappeared. “Where’d she go?”

Kale bit her tongue. She hoped that Cheelai could get away before Caulifla realized her location. During her conversation with Caulifla, Kale had watched Cheelai yank the fabric off her head and race into the house. Stay safe, Kale thought to the green woman.

Cheelai rushed into Kame House, tripping over Turtle. Her chin slammed into the ground, sending a serious shock through her nervous system. “Ow,” Cheelai murmured.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” Turtle said in a passive-aggressive voice.

“Ah!” Cheelai shouted, quickly jumping to her feet. “Sorry!” she quickly apologized.

“Who are you?” an aggressive voice questioned. Cheelai craned her neck to see a blonde woman sitting at a dinner table with two other women. The blonde woman wore a dark indigo shirt with purple sleeves, pale blue jeans, a belt that kept a tight grip on her waist, blue boots, and a pearl necklace gracefully adorned across her neck.

“Oh, hi Cheelai!” a blue-haired woman greeted. The scientist wore a white t-shirt that bore her midriff, loose fitting jeans, brown cowgirl boots, and a red bandana wrapped around her neck.

“Um, who is she?” a black-haired woman asked in confusion, pointing at Cheelai. She kept her hair in a bun and wore a yellow martial art uniform with a purple sash, white long sleeves, a purple cloth tied around her shoulders, turquoise pants, and blue martial arts shoes.

Cheelai raised an eyebrow. “Bulma? What are you doing here?” she asked the blue-haired scientist. She had known Bulma for a short while and the two would sometimes hang out while Goku and Broly trained.

Bulma pointed to the blue hammock sitting on top of the table. “Just taking some time with the girls to make this hammock. And this place has given me plenty of fond memories.”

Cheelai raised an eyebrow as she walked over to join them. “Why a hammock?”

“I want to try one out,” Bulma replied with a shrug. “I saw my neighbor use one and then I wanted one of my own. Of course mine will be better in every way. I don’t settle for anything less than the best.”

“Except for husbands,” 18, the blonde android, joked with a devious smile.

A raging fire burned inside Bulma’s eyes. “Oh, shut up!” she snapped, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to defend herself. “Vegeta’s the strongest warrior on the planet!”

“Except for my Goku,” Chi-Chi, the black-haired woman, replied smugly.

Bulma’s eyes could not stop twitching as she resisted the urge to lunge at the both of them. “Shut up!” she whined, slamming her fists against the table and causing the hammock to fall off the table.

“Uh...” Cheelai murmured, unsure of how to react to this argument. She quickly tucked her undergarments back into her shorts. “Do any of you know who Caulifla is?”

18 raised an eyebrow. “The Saiyan from Universe 6?” she guessed.

Cheelai nodded eagerly. “How’d you know?”

“I remember her from the Tournament of Power,” 18 stated. She took notice of how similar Caulifla was to Videl when she was a young adult in high school, although Caulifla was a bit older. Both were fireballs of emotion that were always ready for the next challenge.

“The what?” Cheelai questioned. She had never heard of such a thing before.

“Long story,” Bulma replied as Chi-Chi nodded in agreement.

“So what’s Caulifla doing here?” 18 questioned, standing up and walking over to Cheelai.

“She… uh...” Cheelai struggled to say the words, hoping 18 could understand. The android took notice of the fabric peeking out.

“Heh,” 18 chuckled, causing Cheelai to blush once more. “Let me guess. You need some help.”

Cheelai became starry eyed in a heartbeat. “You’d do that?”

18 nodded. “Sure. Where is she?”

Bulma raised an eyebrow. “You’re helping her?”

“That’s surprisingly nice of you,” Chi-Chi observed, equally as stunned.

“Yeah. Sometimes people need to be taught a lesson,” 18 replied. “Now where is she?”

The front door was knocked off its hinge when Caulifla kicked her foot through, prompting Cheelai to rush and hide behind Bulma. “Where is she?” the Saiyan barked. “You ain’t getting away from me!” Her eyes caught onto Android 18 and she began to jump for joy. “Hey! You’re in FighterZ, right?” she asked 18, walking up to her. “Maybe you can help get me and Kale into the game.”

18 smirked. “Sure thing. I can get you in,” she stated, casually walking behind Caulifla.

“Wow! Really? That’s pretty ni-ACK!” A sharp jolt surged through her back, shattering all sense of confidence she had in herself. She craned her neck to see her black thong being stretched to its limit and yanked up her neck instantly. “Why?” she squeaked, her voice sounding like it was on helium.

“Well, you’re a nerd,” 18 replied, tugging even higher.

Caulifla’s cheeks turned crimson red. “I am not!” she insisted.

“I mean, you are getting a wedgie, aren’t you?” 18 replied, taking solace in the fact that Caulifla had been so easily defeated. Caulifla bit her tongue, hoping not to give 18 anymore satisfaction of knowing her defeat. She despised the fact that her own clothing was being used as a weapon against herself, and an effective weapon at that. The weapon in question was now approaching her skull. “And you know what nerds get?”

“Please don’t,” Caulifla whimpered, scared of what was about to happen. She knew that she deserved this, but that did not make it any less humiliating. It did not help matters that the wedgie made all of her power leak from her body, draining her of any strength to fight back.

“Nah,” 18 replied with a smirk, hooking the fabric to Caulifla’s nose and making her strain her head back. Due to her head being pulled back, she could see 18 chuckling at her misfortune.

“I hate you,” Caulifla said through gritted teeth, struggling to remove the atomic.

18 gave a simple shrug. “Most people do.”

“Caulifla!” a concerned voice shouted, bursting through the space that was formerly a door. She froze when she saw her blushing friend in such a painful predicament. “Uh...” she murmured, her face turning red as well.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me out!” Caulifla barked, removing her atomic and stuffing the fabric back into her pants.

“That’s your partner in crime, right?” 18 assumed, trying to remember who this person was.

“I mean you... kind of deserved it,” Kale pointed out, vexing Caulifla further. While she considered Caulifla her best friend, she could still see that her friend had bitten off more than she could chew.

“You’re not helping, Kale,” Caulifla grunted, her blood boiling over.

“Sorry,” Kale apologized with a sigh.

“Why did you even come in here?” Caulifla questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh!” Kale exclaimed, remembering her original purpose. She pulled out a black cell phone from her pocket and proudly held it up. “I got a notification from that GodTuber I watch!”

“That’s it?” Caulifla asked, flabbergasted over her excitement. “That really doesn’t matter, Kale.”

“We’re in the game! It just got announced!” Kale shouted happily.

“Seriously?!” Caulifla shouted, clenching her fists excitedly. “That’s great! We’re both DLC!”

“Actually, we’re only in as Kefla,” Kale stated nervously.

“Oh,” Caulifla murmured, somewhat disappointed. “Makes sense, I guess.” She looked to the confused 18 and grinned. “Guess I’ll see you on the battlefield, but first...” She pulled out a pair of green earrings and grinned. “Don’t leave home without them,” she said, placing one on her right ear and giving the other one an underhanded toss to Kale. “Catch!” she shouted. “Put it on now!”

Kale quickly retrieved it before 18 even realized what was happening. “Okay,” she murmured, hooking the item to her left ear. The earrings began to glow, perplexing 18.

“Oh no,” 18 realized.

“Oh yes!” Caulifla exclaimed. Her and Kale’s bodies began to float into the air and were sent flying into each other. Once they crashed into each other, a bright light engulfed their bodies. 18 held out her elbows in front of her eyes to prevent the possibility of going blind. The light faded, allowing 18 to see her new opponent. She saw a slender woman appear before her. The fusion’s skin tone was not quite pale, although not quite tan either. She wore golden armbands and matching boots, a magenta belly shirt with matching form-fitting pants, and a green earring on each ear. Her spiky hair had now turned bright green as electricity sparked off her body.

“Hell yeah!” two voices spoke at once. The first voice was aggressive and assertive in her attitude and the second voice had a supportive tone. “It’s good to be back!” She looked around for Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Cheelai, only to find that they had disappeared. “Hey, where’d the other ones go?” She shrugged and gave 18 a flick on the nose, sending the android flying out of the house instantly. The android disappeared from sight, giving Kefla some time to search. She walked through the kitchen and noticed the kitchen stove had been left on. A pan with scorching hot ramen noodles was cooking, making her lick her lips.

Maybe later, the fusion thought to herself. “Now where are you all hiding?” Kefla wondered aloud, walking away from the tasty temptation. She walked past the hammock, intrigued by its presence, but she shook her head and refused to accept any distractions. She walked up the staircase to hear three people talking behind a wooden door on her left. She peeked through a hole in the door, finding the three women talking.

“Thanks for the new clothes,” Cheelai told Bulma, who chuckled in response. She currently wore a white t-shirt that bore her midriff, jeans, and a pair of grey sneakers. “It fits better than the last ones did.”

“I always got a spare,” Bulma explained with a grin.

“So, you’re Broly’s… what again?” Chi-Chi asked, scratching her head. She, Bulma, and Cheelai had been talking about Cheelai’s connection to Broly, but Chi-Chi was still confused by it. Kefla smashed the door off its hinges with a single punching, sending the door crashing several feet in front of the trio. “Who are you?”

“Kefla, the ultimate fusion!” the fusion answered, crossing her arms confidently. Her eyes focused on Cheelai. “You’re going to pay for lying to me, Chilly!”

“This seems a bit extreme...” Cheelai murmured, hiding behind Bulma and Chi-Chi once more.

“Don’t use us as shields!” Chi-Chi barked at the green woman.

“Yeah, I don’t want to deal with this!” Bulma shouted at her.

“Eh, too late,” Kefla replied with a shrug, zooming past Chi-Chi. She had moved so fast that Cheelai did not even see it coming. Chi-Chi disappeared completely, leaving Bulma and Cheelai wondering what happened.

“Ah!” Chi-Chi yelled, floating several feet above the ocean water outside Kame House. “How’d I get here?!” she screamed, feeling her bottom being squashed by the red torment that she normally called underwear.

Kefla burst into laughter, tightening her grip around Chi-Chi’s waistband. Her grin widened as she saw the material stretch past Chi-Chi’s head with ease. “This is just too easy!” she exclaimed, struggling to breathe while continuing to laugh. Her eyes caught onto particular prints on the fabric. “What are those? Clouds?” Cartoonish images of Nimbus clouds decorated the material, making Chi-Chi’s face redder than the underwear itself.

“Put me down before I break every bone in your body!” Chi-Chi barked, attempting unsuccessfully to claw at Kefla.

“Hmmph,” Kefla murmured, watching Chi-Chi’s desperate attacks miss easily. “Let’s shut you up.”

“EEK!” Chi-Chi shrieked, finding herself trapped in a new prison. Her eyesight was blocked by Nimbus clouds and her neck was forced back by gravity. The waistband was hooked to her chin, forcing her to realize how much she had forgotten to do laundry recently. The atomic was not even the worst part. She felt a shocking pain shoot up her back, feeling the cotton find a new home up her posterior.

Kefla continued laughing at Chi-Chi, admiring her own work. The busy housewife currently hung off a branch of one of the palm trees on the beach. She was kicking and cursing words that even Caulifla would find herself saying. “Oh, that’s funny,” Kefla stated, wiping away a tear. She found it humorous how her speed practically broke reality when it came to wedgies. Under normal circumstances, the fabric would have ripped immediately. Instead, the nerdy housewife would continue her anguish. “Now for the rest.” She zoomed back into the room that Bulma and Cheelai were in. Both were shaking nervously.

“Hey, maybe I can give myself a wedgie,” Bulma offered anxiously. “You know? Would that help? I’m a big nerd after all.”

“Nah,” Kefla replied, zipping past her.

“Eeeep...” Bulma whimpered, barely able to register the pain. If she could describe the sensation, it would be that her bottom was like the Earth’s crust and the fabric was the drill headed towards the core. She looked to her left and then her right and gasped in disbelief. “What kind of wedgie is this?!” she shouted, not recognizing her own voice due to how high pitched it had become from the pain. Two energy nails of great distance from each other stapled her to the wall, stretching out the material beyond normal comprehension.

“I call it a hammock wedgie,” Kefla explained casually, placing her left hand to her hip. “Get it? Because it’s-”

“Yes, I get it!” Bulma shouted, surprising Kefla.

“I didn’t think you had so much energy in you, nerd,” Kefla observed. “Hey, I’ll let you down on one condition. You tell me how much you love wedgies.”

“No way!” Bulma screamed. “I’m not doing that! I’d rather Vegeta find me like this!” At least if her husband was around, he would understand the circumstances since he knew how much of a nerd she was.

“Fine,” Kefla huffed before she turned her attention to Cheelai, who had been back away in fear. “I’ll make this quick.”

Cheelai shut her eyes, expecting the worst and she was right. “Owwwwww...” she whimpered. She reopened her eyes to see familiar faces: the cartoon broccoli. The fabric was wrapped around her body, acting as a cotton chrysalis. Every part of her body was cocooned in cotton and her waistband was hooked to her chin. She would have complained about the smell, but the pain itself was more on her mind. She felt like she was a doll that was dropped, punched, and smacked around for the fun of it.

“Ha ha!” Kefla chuckled, watching Cheelai fall over. “You look like a freaking mummy, Chilly!”

I hate you, Cheelai wanted to say.

“Just one more to go,” Kefla stated, placing both hands to her hips. She walked back into the kitchen and eyed the hot ramen. She grinned as she grabbed a plate off the table and poured the pan’s contents onto the plate. She smacked her lips as she grabbed a fork and began to dig in.

“Hey!” an aggressive voice shouted from the door. 18 stomped her way up to Kefla, causing the fusion to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“You actually came back!” Kefla stated, struggling to stop her laughter. “I thought I sent you halfway across the world!”

“You did,” 18 said through gritted teeth, making Kefla cackle even more. “I don’t care how strong you get. I’m taking you down. And you’re not eating my lunch.”

“It’s mine now,” Kefla replied casually. “And the more that I look at you, the more I’m realizing how much you’re a nerd.”

18 raised an eyebrow. “What?” she asked incredulously.

A devious grin popped onto Kefla’s lips. “And you know what nerds get?” Before 18 could react, Kefla had already finished the job. “I’d give you a mirror, but I don’t think it’ll help you.” 18 froze in terror, realizing her punishment. Kefla had tossed some of her scalding ramen down the back of the android’s white undergarments, setting her posterior ablaze. She felt like her rear was dancing on hot coals just from the ramen alone. The ramen left stains that drenched the cartoonish ducks that graced the fabric. The atomic wedgie was another story altogether. Her underwear had been stretched past her chin and under her legs and was stretched past her head two more times. The waistband was hooked onto her chin for a grand finale as a triple atomic wedgie. 18 waddled around, her walking pattern not unlike that of a crab.

Kefla chuckled once more as she watched 18 struggle to walk. She sat back down and continued eating her lunch. She waited the rest of the hour for the Potara fusion to end, separating her back into Caulifla and Kale. “That was pretty fun,” Caulifla stated, still admiring her own accomplishments.

“It was a bit excessive, don’t you think?” Kale suggested.

“Eh,” Caulifla said with a shrug.

“I’m going to go,” Kale stated, wanting to make sure she was not Caulifla’s next target. “See you on the battlefield.” She quickly walked out, making sure to avoid a wobbling 18.

Caulifla continued to watch 18 claw at her triple atomic, only to eventually give up and lie down on the ground. I’m going to kill her, she thought angrily. Caulifla took notice of a cell phone on the table and snatched it. She snapped some photos of 18 from various angles and looked through her contacts list. “Your husband’s Krillin, right?”

Don’t you dare! 18 realized, clenching her fists.

“And sent,” Caulifla stated smugly, pressing her thumb against the screen. “Don’t worry. I got your good side. Your hubby should be here to help you any minute.” If she was not paralyzed by the pain, 18 would have destroyed Caulifla without a second’s thought. Caulifla walked back up the staircase and dragged Cheelai down by her waistband, taking joy in hearing the green woman shout at her. She kept tugging on the fabric, but froze when she heard an enraged voice echo through the land.

Broly! Cheelai realized in relief. He’s done training!

Broly wore a green gi and matching pants and black shoes. His black hair became spiky and rose up to imitate a hairstyle similar to a Super Saiyan. “Uh... hi...” Caulifla greeted nervously. She immediately flew off through the window as Broly chased after her.

In the meantime, Krillin rushed into Kame House. He wore his typical outfit: an orange gi and black shoes. His bald head shone brightly in the sun as he wiped sweat from his brow. “I’m here, 18.” He ran over to his wife and formed a Destructo Disc that cut through the fabric, allowing 18 to let out a gasp for air. She wiped off several ramen noodles off her hair and groaned.

“I’m going to need a shower,” 18 murmured, her face turning red. She looked at the torn cotton drooping from the back of her jeans. “And there goes that pair.”

“I saw your photos,” Krillin began. “I’m guessing you got pranked.”

18 sighed. “By Caulifla,” she admitted bitterly.

Krillin nodded. “If it helps, she got your good side.”

18 smiled as she planted a kiss on Krillin’s left cheek. “Thanks,” she said with a smile. I feel like I’m forgetting something.

So… is anybody going to help me? Cheelai asked inside her thoughts.

Outside of Kame House, Chi-Chi continued to hang motionlessly from the palm tree. Krillin was moving so fast that he had not even noticed her. I need a senzu bean, she thought weakly.

Back inside Kame House, Bulma began to get used to her hammock wedgie. The scientist let out a sigh. This is worse than all those wedgies 18 gives me, she murmured inside her brain. She tried to look on the bright side. At least I got my hammock...

At that moment, Broly swung his fist at Caulifla. The female Saiyan barely dodged the attack and flew into the air. “You won’t beat me!” Caulifla exclaimed. “I’m a Saiyan too, you big idiot! And I will not be beaten by-” Broly grabbed her ankle and slammed her face first into the sand, creating a shockwave in the ground. He then slammed her face in a new direction, going back and forth between the original and new spots. He briefly paused for a moment to see if Caulifla was still alive then finished the job by grabbing her by the skull and smashing her face into the ground.

Broly let out a might roar while the rage slowly dissipated from his body. Eventually, he returned to his normal form. I need to help Cheelai, he realized. He looked at the crater where his opponent currently lay. Puny saiyan, he thought while he flew away.

Caulifla coughed up dirt, struggling to pick herself up. She rubbed blood away from her nose as she still tried to comprehend the matter at hand. “What… just... happened?” she questioned.
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