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Xeno Wedgies
By : Revenger
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Fu was tinkering away in his laboratory that stood above an arena. “Just a few more touches, and it will be complete,” he murmured, barely able to contain his excitement. “This is gonna be hilarious!” He held up a remote and pressed its button. Within the arena, several people appeared. Some were new to the universe they were in, others were not.
“Where are we?” Pan asked. “Where’s Uub?” She had just been hanging out with Uub in her apartment when she had been teleported here. She noticed that several of her friends were standing next to her: Bulla, Bulma, Valese, and Chronoa.
“I have no idea,” Bulla murmured. She turned her head and noticed a familiar face. She tapped Pan on the shoulder. “Hey, aren’t those your parents?” she asked, pointing to two figures in the distance.
“Yeah, they are,” Pan realized. “But they look younger for some reason.” Gohan was wearing his orange gi and Videl was wearing her white pants and blue “FIGHT” t-shirt with long orange sleeves. She remembered a photograph her parents had shown her of them after graduating high school. The parents she saw now looked identical to the photograph. “Hey, Chronoa. Is this another time distortion?”
Chronoa shrugged. “I don’t know. A minute ago I was relaxing with Trunks and now I’m here.” This was evidenced by her denim-shorts and her pink t-shirt.
“This place is pretty advanced,” Bulma observed. “I’d love to know who built this place.”
Valese sighed. “This place is boring,” she stated. She began to pull her pink undergarments over her shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. “Much better.”
“Gross,” Bulla muttered. “Why do you have to give yourself a wedgie every five minutes? You’re worse than Mom.”
“Hey,” Bulma stated angrily. “I said I’d stop doing it in front of you and I did.”
“Not helping, Mom,” Bulla replied.
Pan continued to look around. “Hey, it’s Launch!” she pointed out to a woman wearing a light green tank top and yellow shorts. “Wait... when did she get green hair?”
“That’s weird,” Bulma observed. “She must have changed it.”
Pan’s eyes took note of what seemed to be twins fighting. One had messy red hair and blue eyes and wore a white lab coat, jeans, and a blue-and-red checkered shirt. The other one had the same hairstyle with a white hue, pink skin, red eyes, and she wore pants similar to Majin Buu. Instead of a shirt, she wore a black bra. “Who is that?” Pan wondered aloud.
“Android 21,” Chronoa explained. “They’re both Android 21. She comes from another timeline and is very similar to Majin Buu. One is good and one is evil.”
“How do you know that?” Pan asked.
“When you’re protecting time, it helps to read up,” Chronoa replied.
Pan walked over to the androids, who were busy punching each other. “How are you back?” the two asked each other simultaneously.
“Hi,” Pan greeted, surprising the duo.
“Who are you?” the good 21 asked while the evil 21 snuck away.
“I’m Pan,” the female Saiyan answered. “Son Pan.”
The good 21’s eyes widened. “Are you related to Son Goku?” she asked.
Pan nodded. “Yep. He’s my grandpa. Are you friends with him?”
“You could say that,” 21 replied. “He and his friends saved me from my evil half. Are we in that timeline or another one?”
“We’re in my timeline,” Pan answered, disappointing 21. “I can try to get you back to your timeline after this.”
21 smiled. “Thank you,” 21 told her. “By chance, do you know how I got here? The last thing I remember is waking up, changing clothes, and... here I am.”
Pan shrugged. “I’ve noticed that’s happened to a lot of people here.”
21’s stomach growled. “I need some food,” she murmured. She looked around and noticed a table with dozens of tacos stacked up on top of it. “That looks good.” She rushed over and took a taco in each hand. Within an instant, her teeth shredded the tacos to pieces.
“You really like those tacos,” Pan observed.
21 nodded eagerly. “I haven’t even in a while,” she answered. She placed numerous tacos into her hands and shoved them into her mouth. “Plus, I am part Saiyan,” she added., surprising Pan.
“You are? You don’t look it,” Pan murmured.
“Neither did Cell,” 21 pointed out.
“I’ve fought him before,” Pan stated, reminiscing about her Time Patrol adventures. “I see your point.”
21 finished eating after consuming half of the tacos on the table. She held her stomach as she let out a burp. “Ooh, I’m gonna regret that later,” she murmured, becoming nauseous and flatulent.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” Pan said, waving to 21 as she walked away.
In the meantime, Bulla asked Chronoa questions. “And who is that?” she asked, pointing to a black-haired woman in a blue jacket, yellow pants, and a green hat.
“That’s... Mai,” Chronoa said bitterly. “In another timeline... she’s Trunk’s girlfriend.”
Bulma chuckled. “Do I sense some jealousy?”
“No!” Chronoa shouted.
“Okay...” Bulla interrupted, hoping to ease the tension. “So, who’s that over there?” she asked, pointing to a black-haired woman in green Saiyan armor and black pants.
“That’s Gine,” Chronoa answered. “She’s Goku’s mother.”
“I thought she died,” Bulla murmured. “How is she still alive?”
Chronoa shrugged. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to talk to her to find out.”
“Who’s that green lady over there?” Valese asked, looking over to a woman who had green skin and white hair wore a purple and white bodysuit.
“That’s Cheelai. She comes from a timeline where Broly became a good person,” Chronoa answered.
“What a weird bunch of timelines,” Bulla mused. She had not anticipated such different changes throughout the timelines.
At the same time, Pan was walking around the arena, but stopped when she saw a familiar, albeit younger, face. “Hey! It’s Grandma Chi-Chi!”
Chi-Chi was wearing her blue and red outfit from when she had first fought Goku in a tournament. “Where am I?” Pan walked over to her, surprising the young woman. Pan realized that Chi-Chi was around the same age as her, making the situation feel awkward. “Who are you?”
“I’m Pan,” the young woman answered. “I’m your granddaughter... from another timeline...” She began to understand how ridiculous that sounded out loud.
“What?” Chi-Chi asked incredulously. “That doesn’t make sense! I can’t have a granddaughter who’s almost my age!”
“Welcome!” a voice boomed through a speaker. “To the ultimate tournament!”
“Oh, no,” Chronoa grumbled, realizing who the voice belonged to. “Fu...”
“The Wedgie Tournament!” Fu exclaimed, horrifying many people there.
Valese, on the other hand, was jumping for joy. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted excitedly, prompting Bulla to let out a groan.
“This will be a bracket tournament!” Fu shouted happily. “To move forward, contestants have to give opponents wedgies until the other one gives up or their underwear rips.”
“What if we don’t want to?” Launch yelled.
“If you don’t participate, then you don’t get to leave when the tournament is over,” Fu explained. “Also, I’ve modified the room to inhibit your powers. You’re all at the same level now!”
“Damn it,” the evil Android 21 cursed. “He stole my design.”
“Anyway,” Fu continued. “The winner gets ten million zeni!”
“10 million zeni almost sounds worth it,” Android 18 murmured, walking out of the shadows. This 18, however, was not one that Pan or the others knew. Instead, she was the 18 from before she and Android 17 had become good guys. As a result, she still wore the Red Ribbon Army clothing she had been given.
“The losers have to keep their wedgies in place or else they can’t leave,” Fu added. “The first round will begin in fifteen minutes! Good luck everyone!” Fu turned off the microphone and left the contestants to their imagination.
Pan tried to fly up to the laboratory above the arena, but she instead fell to the ground. “I guess we can’t fly,” she murmured.
“Are we really doing this?” Bulla asked, incredulous that such a tournament could exist.
“I’m afraid we have to,” Chronoa replied. “I can’t get us home with that power inhibitor in the way.”
Pan sighed. “Let’s do this,” she said unenthusiastically. She walked around the arena and observed a familiar hairstyle. “Grandpa!” she exclaimed, running up behind Goku.
Goku turned around, revealing an unusual surprise. “Grandpa?” asked a feminine voice. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be a grandpa.”
Pan’s eyes widened, staring at Goku’s gentle, but muscular physique. “You’re a woman?” she asked, flabbergasted.
Goku nodded. “Yep. You seem to know me. Who are you?”
“I’m Pan. In my universe, you’re my grandpa.”
Goku scratched her head. “I’m a guy in another universe? That’s weird.”
A redheaded woman walked up to Goku. This woman wore a light blue tunic and white pants. “You ready?” she asked.
Goku grinned. “You bet I am!”
“Who’s that?” Pan questioned.
“I’m Suno,” the redhead answered. “I’m Goku’s wife.”
Pan raised an eyebrow. “What happened to Chi-Chi in your timeline?”
“She married Yamcha,” Suno replied, making Pan’s jaw drop. Suno giggled. “It was a surprise to us, too.”
“What about Gohan?”
“Oh!” Goku stated, remembering fond memories. “Bulma made a machine for us that helped make Gohan.”
“It’s hard to explain,” Suno admitted. “Either way, it worked out for us.”
Pan shrugged it off, not wanting to think too much about it. “Good luck,” she wished them.
Goku smiled. “You too.”
Pan nodded and went along her way. She encountered Android 17, albeit in a different outfit than she was familiar with. This 17 wore a green-and-white shirt, jeans, and black boots and gloves. “Hey, 17,” Pan greeted cheerfully.
“Do I know you?” 17 asked.
“I’m Pan.”
17 scratched his chin. “You’re Gohan’s kid, right?”
Pan nodded. “Yep.”
“I thought you were a baby,” 17 replied.
Pan shook her head. “I’m from another timeline. I’m almost twenty-years-old.”
17 shrugged. “I never understood time travel,” he admitted.
“It’s best not to think about it,” Pan agreed. “Well, see you around.” She continued her walk until she saw an old foe. “Oceanus?” she asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
The blue-haired Shadow Dragon turned around and let out a sigh. “Not you again. Are you and Goku here to kill me again?”
Pan shook her head. “I don’t want to fight you. I just want to know, how are you alive?”
Oceanus Shenron shrugged. “No idea. One minute I was dying and now I’m here. Either way, I’m gonna get payback against you.”
“You were causing havoc,” Pan pointed out. “We had to stop you.”
Oceanus groaned. “Just get ready for the worst wedgie you’ve ever had.”
“I got a question for you,” Pan responded.
“What is it?”
“Are your panties the same pair that Oolong wished for?” Pan asked jokingly.
Oceanus’s eye began to twitch. “You have five seconds to start running...”
Pan nodded nervously and ran away. She bumped into a face she had not seen in a long time. “Marron?” Pan asked in surprise, seeing her older friend.
“Long time no see,” the blonde greeted. Marron currently wore a pink t-shirt, a pink hat, and white pants. “What have you been up to?”
Pan smiled. “I’ve become part of Time Patrol and I’ve started going out with Uub,” she stated.
Marron grinned. “Congratulations,” she said happily. “I wish I could have learned this under better circumstances...”
“Yeah, a wedgie tournament is not my idea of fun,” Pan replied.
“It’s fun if you win,” Marron pointed out. “And I don’t intend to lose.”
An alarm blared through the arena. “Alrighty then!” Fu exclaimed. “For our first match, the contestants will be both Android 21s!”
The good 21’s eyes widened in fear as the evil 21 grinned. The evil 21 grabbed the good 21 by the waistband and dragged her on the ground into the center of the arena. “This is gonna be fun!” the evil 21 exclaimed.
“Let me go!” the good 21 demanded, kicking and yelling all the way. The evil 21 ignored her and yanked her blue butterfly-printed undergarments over her head. She attached the good 21’s waistband onto her eyebrows, ensuring the existence of her atomic wedgie. The good 21’s head strained back, forcing her to stare at the ceiling. Why can’t my panties be stretchier? the good 21 wondered. The evil 21 chuckled, tugging on the front part of the good 21’s waistband, giving her a melvin wedgie. “Eeep!” the good 21 shrieked.
“This is just pathetic,” the evil 21 complained. “You really are a loser, aren’t you? Just look at those panties!”
The good 21 pulled her undergarments off her head, letting the underwear hang down her jeans. After this, she stuffed her underwear pack into her jeans and assumed a fighting position. “I’m not done yet,” she insisted.
The evil 21 merely laughed and spun herself around. “Tell you what. I’ll let you give me one wedgie. Make it count.” The good 21 gripped the evil 21’s white waistband and wrenched her underwear over her head. “Not bad,” the evil 21 admitted. “But it needs more passion to it.” She pushed the good 21 away and began pulling her own underwear over her head. Thus, she exposed her cupcake-printed undergarments to the audience. She hooked the waistband onto her teeth and crossed her arms proudly as she showed off her atomic wedgie.
“What is she going?” Gine wondered aloud from the bench.
“You gave yourself a wedgie?” the good 21 asked, incredulous that somebody would willingly do this to themselves.
The evil 21 nodded. Despite being unable to see, she was able to grip the good 21’s waistband once more. Using all of her strength, she tore the front of the good 21’s undergarments clean off. She then sensed the table full of tacos nearby. She let out a hearty laugh and grabbed the tacos. She dropped the tacos down the good 21’s back, letting its contents spill down the underwear. The evil 21 yanked the waistband over the good 21’s face and hooked it onto her nose. The good 21 covered her mouth, attempting not to puke after smelling cotton mixed with tacos. I shouldn’t have eaten those tacos... the good 21 thought to herself.
“We have a winner!” Fu exclaimed. “The evil Android 21 moves onto the next round!”
The evil 21 grinned, tossing the pieces of good 21’s underwear into her face. The good 21 dejectedly walked over to a bench. Pan sat down next to the good 21. “Are you going to be okay?” asked Pan.
Despite her neck straining her, the good 21 smiled. “I will be,” she assured Pan. “Thank you.”
“And our next match is Pan vs Gine!” Fu shouted.
Pan let out a sigh. “Wish me luck.”
The good 21 smiled. “I’m sure you’ll do better than I did.”
“I hope so.” Pan stood up and entered the arena. Gine was on the other side, not entirely sure why she was there. Pan recognized Gine from what Chronoa had told her during Time Patrol and briefly seeing in some adventures. “Hey, did you know we’re related?” she abruptly asked Gine, surprising the latter.
Gine shook her head. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“I’m your great-granddaughter,” Pan answered, perplexing Gine even further. “I think you traveled from the past to get here.”
Gine scratched her head. “This is confusing. How about we talk about it after our match?” she suggested.
Pan grinned. “That’s fine by me.” Pan charged at Gine, who sidestepped her in response. Gine tripped Pan, making her slide into the ground. Gine gripped Pan’s red waistband and lifted it into the air, revealing her red Shenron-themed underwear. “You’re pretty good,” Pan stated between grunts of pain.
“Thanks,” Gine stated, genuinely happy for receiving the compliment. She wrenched Pan’s waistband over her head and hooked it underneath her chin, securing the atomic wedgie. Pan’s muffled screams echoed throughout the arena. Gine stood her up and found a nearby pole. She dragged Pan by the front of her waistband and hooked her onto the pole for a melvin hanging wedgie.
“Igivup,” Pan said through her underwear prison.
“Yeah!” Gine cheered, jumping for joy. “I won!”
“Gine is the winner!” Fu shouted. “She will move onto the next round.”
Gine eyes widened, remembering Fu’s rules. She guiltily picked up the pole and mount it next to the benches. “Sorry, Pan. I forgot about the rule.”
Pan sighed. She hated how right Gine was. “Itsfine,” her muffled voice lied. “Inedasenzubeean...” She could hear Oceanus laughing in the background, much to her annoyance.
Payback gotten, Oceanus thought to herself.
“What’s a senzu bean?” Gine asked. Pan tried to answer, but her reply remained muffled. “Uh... you can just tell me later.”

Goku and Launch faced each other on opposite sides of the ring. “Just like old times, eh Goku?” Launch replied.
Goku nodded. “Yeah, but with wedgies,” she added.
Launch shrugged. “I’ve given and gotten some in my life,” she admitted.
“They make for great training regiments,” Goku pointed out, making Launch laugh.
“Only you could see wedgies as training, Goku,” Launch replied.
Before their fight could commence, Goku reached into the back of her pants. She pulled out her baby blue undergarments and yanked them over her head. The cartoon carrots on the fabric became stretched out as she snapped her waistband onto her forehead. “Oh, yeah,” Goku murmured. She was grateful that Bulma had made her the stretchiest undergarments that could be found. Otherwise, Goku might have disqualified herself. Suno watched from the bench, her face becoming redder than a tomato.
Launch continued to laugh, not sure of how else to react. “Goku, are you turned on by this?”
“Maybe,” Goku said nervously. “The training is so much fun, I can’t help it!”
“You are one of a kind, Goku,” Launch replied. The duo rushed at each other with Goku finding herself behind Launch. Goku gripped Launch’s waistband and reached for the sky. Launch’s shouts of anger echoed across the arena. Goku wrenched Launch’s emerald green underwear over her face, hooking it underneath her chin. Goku kept pulling on the leg holes, attempting to see how far the wedgie could go. I’m not giving up yet, Launch told herself, but then she heard a serious rip. Oh man.
Goku had separated the leg holes from the rest of the underwear, surprising her. “Whoops,” she murmured. “I thought your panties would be stronger than that.”
“Son Goku wins the match!” Fu yelled happily. “The next match is Gohan and Videl!”
“That’s my Goku,” Suno said proudly from the bench.
“Wait... do you like getting wedgies, too?” Gine asked, who was sitting near her.
“A little bit,” Suno admitted, grossing Gine out. “If you knew my Goku the way I do, you’d like getting wedgies too.”
Gine stared at Goku. “She looks a lot like my son,” she whispered.
“Please stop,” Bulla pleaded from another bench. “I do not want to hear about anybody actually enjoying wedgies.”
Suno shrugged. “Sorry.”
Launch sat down next to Suno, holding the fragments of her underwear in hand. Even if we’re at the same level now, Goku sure knows how to give a serious wedgie, she observed within her thoughts.
Videl entered the arena. Gohan stood on the other side, raring to go. “You ready?”
Gohan nodded. “Let’s do this.” The couple rushed at each other, clashing fists. Videl snuck behind Gohan and gripped the front part of his waistband. Much to her surprise, she was easily able to yank his teddy bear undies over his shoulders.
“Take this seriously,” Videl demanded. “I know you’re not really trying.”
Gohan sighed. “Fine,” he replied. He pulled his arms out of the shoulder wedgie and lifted Videl into the air by the front of her waistband. “Nice panties,” he joked, observing her own teddy bear underwear.
“Ooooh,” Videl whimpered. She kicked him in the crotch, making him drop her.
“Ow,” Gohan muttered. Videl landed on her feet, grabbed a handful of dirt, and dropped it into the back of his undies. “Ew,” he whined. Videl yanked on his undies until they finally ripped when attached to his forehead.
“I guess I win,” Videl taunted. “I still feel like you didn’t go all out.”
“I didn’t,” Gohan admitted.
“Dang it, Gohan,” Videl shouted. “We’re both at the same level now. You don’t have to hold back against me.”
“Sorry. Force of habit,” Gohan apologized as he and Videl walked over to the bench.
Videl chuckled. “Well, at least you look pretty cute like that,” she commented, making Gohan blush.
“Videl wins!” Fu exclaimed. “Our next match is Android 17 vs Android 18.”
Android 17 stepped into the ring and noticed his sister on the other side. “A blast from the past, huh?” he asked, observing her clothing.
“What are you talking about?” 18 asked. “How did we even get here? And why are you wearing those clothes?”
“Have you ever heard of time travel?” 17 asked, prompting 18 to nod. “I came from the future and you came from the past. I don’t know how we got here, but I can tell you this: I’m wearing these clothes because they’re my work clothes.”
18 laughed. “You have a job?” she asked, incredulous that her brother had developed such maturity.
17 nodded. “Yeah. I have a wife and kids, too.”
18’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow. You’ve really grown up.”
“In the future, you do as well,” 17 pointed out. “You have a husband and a daughter.”
“That’s a lot to take in,” 18 replied. “Can we fight now and talk about this later?”
17 grinned. “You got it.” 18 rushed at him, allowing him to sidestep to her. He pushed her to the ground.
“You’re faster than you look,” 18 muttered. “Eek!” Her pink duck-printed undergarments were skyrocketed out of her blue skirt. He hooked her waistband onto the tips of her boots, trapping her in a jock-lock wedgie.
“Years of practice,” 17 replied. 18 struggled to break free without ripping her underwear. “Give it your best shot,” he taunted.
“You got it,” 18 said with a grin. She moved behind him and yanked his underwear up his back, slowly tearing holes into the fabric. “Nice undies, 17,” 18 observed, noticing his orange underwear. She ripped his undies over his head, fully tearing a hole into the fabric.
“Android 18 wins!” Fu yelled through the speaker. “She will move onto the next round. Our next match will be Bulla vs Marron!”
“Already?!” Bulla asked, horrified.
Marron grinned. “It’s my turn to shine,” she whispered.
17 let out a sigh. “I guess you beat me.”
“Wait... did you let me win?” 18 realized.
17 grinned. “I really don’t need to win this tournament. I already have what I want in life.”
“You don’t mind an atomic wedgie?” 18 asked.
17 shrugged. “You ripped my underwear to the point that an atomic wedgie doesn’t hurt,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” 18 replied. “I guess I got carried away...”
17 nodded as he sat down on a nearby bench.
Marron and Bulla walked into the arena, one on each side. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” Marron told Bulla.
“Yeah,” Bulla agreed. “What have you been up to?”
“I’ve been training with my mom and dad,” Marron explained, sending a shiver down Bulla’s spine. “I’m not going to lose so easily. 10 million zeni is on the line.”
Bulla giggled. “You’re just like your mother,” she pointed out.
Marron smiled. “You bet I am.” Bulla rushed behind Marron, but the blonde reached out behind her and gripped the front part of Bulla’s light purple waistband. “Nice try,” Marron stated, lifting Bulla off the ground.
“Eeep!” Bulla shrieked. “Let me go!”
“Are you giving up already?” Marron asked, disappointed.
“Yes!” Bulla shouted. “I don’t want to be here! I don’t care about the money. You win! Just let me go!” Marron dropped Bulla to ground. “Thank you-eek!” Marron was now pulling on the back of her underwear, revealing its strawberry pattern. “What are you doing? I told you I give up!”
“We’re not done until I say so,” Marron replied. She came here for a fight, not an easy win. She wrenched Bulla’s underwear over her face easily. She hooked the waistband onto Bulla’s teeth, horrifying the Saiyan beyond comprehension. The fumes of her undergarments were beyond virulent to her nose. Marron then did the same with the front, hooking the front part onto the back of Bulla’s head. “Now we’re done!” she exclaimed, admiring the double atomic wedgie.
“Gucku,” Bulla cursed, her voice muffled.
“Marron wins!” Fu exclaimed. “The next fight will be Suno vs Chi-Chi!”
Bulla waddled around like a penguin, not sure of where was going. Bulma pulled her onto the bench. “Whothere?”
“It’s me,” Bulma replied. “Just relax. Stressing is only going to make it worse.”
Bulla let out a sigh. She had no idea why she had gotten so many wedgies in the past year.
Suno stood up from the bench and stretched her arms. “Good luck,” Goku said, who was sitting next to her.
“Thanks,” Suno replied, kissing her on the cheek. “I’m hoping I get to fight you later.”
Goku nodded eagerly. “I hope so too!” She was currently resting comfortably in her atomic wedgie, although she couldn’t wait for more. She imagined how far her underwear could stretch if a certain somebody would be willing to pull. “You’d be better ready for a good time,” she told Suno, tapping the waistband attached to her forehead.
Suno chuckled. “I will be,” she assured Goku.
Chi-Chi and Suno entered the ring, ready to fight. “Do you know what’s going on here?” Chi-Chi asked. “Why is the Goku here a woman? Why is my granddaughter almost my age? I just want to go home and see my Goku again!”
Suno chuckled. “All I know is that it has to do with time travel. It’s best not to think about it, okay?”
Chi-Chi nodded. Suno began to understand Chi-Chi’s situation: Chi-Chi had just gotten married to Goku, a man in her timeline, and she had met Pan earlier. The complete shock Chi-Chi was experiencing kept her from assuming a fighting position. Suno pulled out her Power Pole and spun it around herself. “How is that not cheating?” Chi-Chi complained.
“Weapons can be used!” Fu shouted. “You’re just not allowed to kill.”
“Dang it,” Chi-Chi complained.
Suno gripped Chi-Chi’s red Nimbus-themed undergarments by the front. “Please don’t,” Chi-Chi begged as she had her waistband hooked onto the pole.
“Power pole extend,” Suno whispered, sending Chi-Chi sky high.
“Let me down!” Chi-Chi begged, dangling in the air. Almost instantly, her undergarments tore apart, letting her fall to the ground. “Ow,” she whimpered, picking herself up.
Suno retracted the Power Pole to normal size and tossed the torn underwear over to Chi-Chi. “One last thing,” Suno stated, helping Chi-Chi up. She gripped Chi-Chi’s waistband, wrenched it over her head, and snapped it onto her eyebrows, straining her neck back. “There, now we’re done.”
“This seems excessive,” Chi-Chi murmured.
“Sorry, but every loser so far got an atomic wedgie. I didn’t want you to feel left out,” Suno explained.
Chi-Chi sighed. “I hate today,” she stated before sitting down on the bench.
“Suno is the victor!” Fu shouted. “Our next match is Valese vs Bulma!”
“This should be fun!” Valese stated excitedly, still wearing her shoulder wedgie.
Bulma stood up and got into the arena with Valese on the other side. “You ready?” Bulma asked, who received a nod in response.
Valese freed her arms and yanked the back of her undergarments over her head, and snapped it underneath her chin. Bulma did the same with her blue strawberry-printed underwear. Both were grinning at their current plight. Neither of their undergarments were ripping, however. The duo waited for the other’s underwear to tear, blissfully unaware that would never happen.
“Aren’t they supposed to wedgie each other?” Gine questioned. “Why are they giving themselves wedgies?”
“They seem to enjoy it like Goku and Suno do,” Chronoa observed, confusing Gine even further. “And somehow, this is not the weirdest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
“It is for me,” Gine stated, sticking her tongue out in disgust. “How can anybody like this stuff?”
At that moment, Fu was tapping his fingers impatiently. The matched looked like it was going to last forever and he was becoming bored. “Both contestants are eliminated!” he shouted, although neither participant seemed to care. The duo walked off the arena, both content with their fate.
“Those two are so weird,” Gine murmured. “Why do people like this stuff?”
Suno shrugged. “Some people just do,” she replied, wrapping her arm around Goku. She tugged on the back of Goku’s stretched out undergarments, much to the latter’s amusement.
“The next match is the Supreme Kai of Time vs Mai!” Fu announced. Chronoa stared angrily at Mai as they entered the arena.
“Are you okay?” Mai asked. “You seem pretty mad.”
“It’s been a long day,” Chronoa replied, her expression remaining the same. The duo assumed fighting positions and charged at each other. Chronoa tripped her onto the ground and grabbed her blue waistband. She removed Mai’s hat and yanked her undergarments over her head, tearing the underwear easily.
“Ack!” Mai shrieked. “Stop it!” she begged.
Chronoa’s anger grew as she saw sword prints on Mai’s underwear. She easily ripped the underwear as she hooked the waistband onto Mai’s teeth. She reattached Mai’s hat, stood Mai up, and yanked from the front part of the waistband until it was completely shredded. “Done,” Chronoa said triumphantly, watching the ripped fabric fall to the ground.
“The Supreme Kai of Time wins!” Fu shouted. “Just one more match and the first round will be over!”
“I guess it’s me and you then,” Cheelai told Oceanus, who was sitting right next to each other.
Oceanus sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.” The duo entered the arena and charged at each other. Cheelai used her blaster to create a hole in the back of Oceanus’s dress. “Hey!” From there, Cheelai gripped her white fish-themed undergarments and gave a powerful yank. “Ack! You brat!”
“You gotta move faster than that,” Cheelai taunted. “Eeep!” She felt Oceanus’s fingers wrap around reach out grip her black-and-green striped undergarments and lifted them into the air. Oceanus slapped Cheelai’s hands off her undergarments and continued wrenching Cheelai’s undergarments over her head. “Stop!” Cheelai shouted.
“No,” Oceanus growled. She continued pulling until she snapped Cheelai’s waistband onto her chin, securing the atomic wedgie. Cheelai waddled around, her neck constricting her head’s movement. Oceanus bursted into laughter, irritating Cheelai further. She snuck behind Oceanus and grabbed her waistband. “What the?”
Cheelai tore a hole in Oceanus’s undergarments as she pulled it through Oceanus’s crown. She pulled Oceanus’s head back and hitched the underwear onto her teeth, forcing Oceanus to stain her neck backwards.
“Both contestants lose!” Fu announced.
How?! Cheelai wondered angrily. She then felt a hole rip into the back of her undergarments. Oh, come on! she wanted to say. Of all times! She walked over to the bench, her neck still strained. Oceanus, however, struggled to walk out of the arena. Instead, she waddled around until she fell to the ground.
We need to speed this up, Fu said to himself. “For our next round, it will be a free-for-all! All remaining contestants will face each other in a final match!”
“Sounds fun!” Goku exclaimed, tugging on the front part of her undergarments for good luck. Her atomic wedgie was still in place and felt as snug as ever. The remaining contestants joined the arena: the evil Android 21, Gine, Goku, Videl, Android 18, Marron, Suno, and Chronoa. Everyone assumed a fighting position and rushed into one another. Videl charged at Goku, who jumped over her and gripped her teddy bear underwear from the backside.
“Please don’t,” Videl whispered.
“Sorry, but I want to win,” Goku said apologetically. Easily, she pulled Videl’s undergarments over her shoulders. She finished it by ripping the waistband over Videl’s head and attaching it to her forehead.
“Ooooh,” Videl whimpered, falling over as Goku looked for another opponent.
The evil 21 clashed fists with Gine, with the former still holding onto the atomic wedgie via her teeth. “How are you fighting with a wedgie?” Gine asked, incredulous that anybody could be doing this.
The evil 21 shrugged as she gripped the frontal part of Gine’s white undergarments. She pulled Gine up and down, making her scream every time 21 did it. Gine punched 21 in the face, surprising the android. Her teeth kept the atomic wedgie in place, however. Gine grabbed the front part of 21’s waistband and yanked numerous times it finally ripped. “I win!” Gine exclaimed, disappointing 21. A shiver came down her time as she felt someone grip the back of her onion-printed underwear. She slowly turned around, noticing Goku behind her. “I don’t suppose I could change your mind...” Gine said nervously.
Goku shook her head. “Sorry,” Goku began. “But I don’t like changing my mind. By the way, I love your panties! They’re so cute!”
“Thank-eek!” Gine shrieked as Goku ripped her underwear over her head with relative ease. She attached the waistband onto Gine’s nose.
“Do you smell onions?” Goku asked jokingly.
Although she couldn’t smell onions, tears were dripping from Gine’s eyes. In this time period, a hole had been ripped in the back of her underwear and she had been disqualified.
In the meantime, Suno was bouncing Chronoa up and down with her Power Pole, infuriating the Supreme Kai of Time. “Let me go!” Chronoa demanded. Suno retracted the Power Pole, making Chronoa fall to the ground. “Ow.”
Suno rolled Chronoa over and pulled her lavender sword-printed undergarments out of the front part of her shorts. “Nice panties,” Suno commented, making Chronoa blush. “They kind of look like Trunks’s sword.” Chronoa’s normally pink skin turned into a deep red. Suno snapped Chronoa’s waistband onto the back of the head, presenting the melvin atomic wedgie to the audience.
“Uwin,” Chronoa, her voice muffled. She fell down and let out a sigh of acceptance. At this point, she didn’t care anymore and just wanted to go home.
Android 18 faced Marron. “So, let me get this straight. Where you’re from, you’re my daughter?” she asked Marron, who nodded in response. “This day is too weird.”
“You’re telling me,” Marron agreed. The two threw a punch at each other, with both landing on their cheeks.
“Ow,” the two said simultaneously. Marron snapped herself out of the pain before 18 did and lifted her off the ground.
“Ack!” 18 grunted. “You brat!”
“Sorry, Mom,” Marron apologized. “But I can’t lose. I want that 10 million zeni.”
18 grinned. “You really are my daughter,” she said proudly.
“I learned from the best,” Marron said proudly before noticing a mud pile nearby. She dropped 18 onto the ground and kicked her into the mud. 18’s face became drenched in mud, blinding her. Marron finished the job by attaching the waistband onto 18’s nose, entrapping the mud and 18 in an atomic wedgie.
“I give up,” 18 murmured as the muscles in her neck became strained by her current predicament.
“I win!” Marron exclaimed, but she froze when she felt someone grabbing her purple gear-printed undergarments. “Oh, come on,” she whined, sensing the front of her underwear being hooked onto the Power Pole. She screamed felt herself skyrocket into the air. There she would hang for a minute until Suno decided to drop her. “Ah, man,” she complained, rubbing the dirt off herself. Suno gripped the back of her undergarments and lifted her into the air. “Stop! You win!”
“Yeah, but everyone else got an atomic wedgie,” Suno replied, taking Marron’s hat off her head. “And you’re not getting left out.” Suno easily pulled Marron’s waistband over her head and was able to pull it even farther than that. “Yeesh, you’ve got stretchy panties. Where do you buy them?”
“Capsule Corp.,” Marron whimpered. “They bragged that their underwear never rips, so I figured it’d be a good buy.”
“It’s almost like you’re asking for a wedgie,” Suno observed.
“No!” Marron shouted. “I just didn’t want my panties to rip in case someone did give me one.”
“Well, let’s test that theory,” Suno stated. “Let’s see how many times this can go over your head.” She pulled the waistband over Marron’s face, through her legs, up her back, and once more over her head. “That makes two.” She repeated the process until she became bored. “I guess five atomic wedgies is enough.”
Marron whimpered as Suno released her, letting her fall to the ground. Her underwear made her look like a masked ghoul. She had gotten wedgies before, even atomic wedgies, but nothing as severe as this. “Oh, Kami. I can’t feel anything...” she whispered.
Suno picked up Marron’s hat and placed it atop the masked victim’s head. “Now you’ve got a hat for your hat,” Suno joked, although Marron didn’t laugh.
“I guess that leaves just the two of us,” Goku said to Suno, who grinned in response.
“You remember the first wedgie you ever got?” Suno asked.
Goku nodded. “Good times...” she said, beginning to remember.
To Be Continued...
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