The swirling malicious vortex of Destron Gas made a black and purple tornado of gas that sparkled with electricity. The gaseous configuration began morphing its shape to resemble a muscular colossus with an oval-shaped head. With a potent burst of energy from the Destron Gas monster, it expelled all the Destron Gas and left standing tall a teal-skinned goliath with mean eyes, sharp teeth, and pointy ears. Madness reeked from its glare as it turned its sights toward Penguin Village below, but, before it could fire a single destructive blast, a pair of a peculiar greeting party distracted Destron Garlick Jr.
"Took your sweet time, didn't you?" Trunks said with pouted lips.
"We're ready for you this time!" Videl proclaimed, pushing her arms to the side and preparing for battle.
Snarling, the mindless Destron Gas monster clenched his fists and charged at the pair. Videl and Trunks followed suit, but Destron Garlick vanished in the middle and appeared before both martial artists, slamming his elbows in both their backs. Videl and Trunks grunted in pain before rolling forward in evasive action and getting themselves together. After recovering, they wasted no time before charging once more and taking the fight to the monster.
Videl's relentless flurry of strikes made Destron Garlick take a defensive position and focus on blocking the incoming blows. Meanwhile, Trunks dashed in from behind and extended both his hands, expelling a barrage of tiny Ki blasts from his cupped hands that pelted at Destron Garlick Jr's back and made the monster grumble and stiffen its body up in pain as smoke lingered on its damaged back. Seeing an opening, Videl drop-kicked Garlick Jr. in the face and sent him flying.
"Don't forget it, if we defeat this guy without having dealt with the Destron Gas first, he'll just reform," Videl told Trunks, worried that the young Saiyan might get himself lost in the brawl.
"He's a Destron monster himself. Unless we defeat him, we can't absorb the Destron Gas inside him either," Trunks added as a reminder of why he was so focused on defeating the Destron monster.
"We need to take out the Destron in the air first," Videl noted, looking up at the endless, choking layers of dangerous gas from the Dark Planet.
"Go ahead, I've been wanting to take another swing at this guy myself," Trunks clenched his fists and drew them by his sides, adopting an aggressive fighting stance.
"I should vacuum the gas? Why, because I'm a girl!?" Videl growled at Trunks, who leaned to the side legitimately frightened by this side of his travel companion.
"Th-That's not what I meant!" Trunks threw his hands up but then just sighed and took the capsule case out, hovering above the battle. The young Saiyan pressed the button on a sky-blue capsule and flicked it, unsealing a googly-eyed vacuum cleaner. Grabbing its handle, Trunks flew up as close to the Destron Gas and activated it to draw the Destron Gas in.
"Alright, now I just need to buy the time!" Videl smacked her cheeks and took a brawling stance. She didn't know for how long exactly Trunks would be occupied with the gas, but it wouldn't have hurt to inflict as much hurt on the Destron Gas monster in the meantime as possible.
With a soaring kick, Videl collided with Destron Garlick Jr's massive arm that the monster put up to block her attack. Snarling, he pushed the martial artist aside after she got his full attention and the mindless goliath stopped heeding whatever it was Trunks was doing up there any thought. Garlick Jr. extended his arm, shooting out an ethereal puff of pink smoke from it that materialized a guillotine around Videl. The teen gasped when the blade came rocking down at her, but by lifting her arms up, she caught it just in time before it sliced her clean like a tomato.
This proved to be just a distraction, as Garlick Jr. slammed his shoulder into Videl and flung her flying aside. Roaring, Destron Garlick Jr. charged at Videl, delivering a merciless beatdown with his massive, swollen arms, then kicked the teenaged martial artist aside. A faint crimson light gleamed in Garlick Jr's eyes, sending a focused beam of eye lasers to where Videl had flown from his kick. Videl's scream filled the air as the eye lasers detonated in a vicious rip and left her plummeting from the sky, grazed, bruised, and smoldering.
"What are you doing!?" Trunks called out to Videl. "He's murdering you in there! Let's change!"
Videl clenched her fists and stiffened her body up, halting her fall and flipping in mid-air to position herself in a fighting stance further from the battle. She wiped the blood off her lip and caressed the scrapes on her cheek with the back of her fighting glove, spitting some blood aside before resuming a light, lively hop in mid-air. "Keep doing what you're doing!" she yelled back to Trunks.
With her arms clenched by her side, Videl shot at her opponent like an arrow. Garlick Jr. charged at her with a rushing headbutt but, at the last possible moment, Videl vaulted over his front and delivered a crushing kick to the side of Garlick Jr.'s neck. This stunned the giant enough for Videl to throw a flying kick straight into his face, then rush with a flying knee to the face, sweeping at his legs before driving her backhand into Garlick Jr.'s face. A flying kick and a falling elbow to the back of the head later, Videl had returned the favor from earlier. Frozen and stiff in front of the goliath, Videl fired relentless shots of chained punches at Garlick's chest, before kneeing him in the face to knock him aside.
"I'm the daughter of Mark Satan, I've studied martial arts under Chayote-san and Gohan-kun, I will not give up just because the fighting is hard!" Videl declared to bolster both her own faith in herself and Trunks' faith in his companion's abilities.
Garlick Jr. roared out, putting his right arm behind him and charging up a reddish-pink energy sphere. Then, the Destron monster brought his hand forward and fired the energy sphere in the form of an expansive energy wave composed of red light. Videl gasped and put both of her hands together, then drew them up, forming a blazing yellow energy sphere over her head before bringing her hands down to fire a full-power energy wave of her own to collide with Garlick's Death Impact.
"What are you doing!?" Trunks called out. "You shouldn't have launched your own attack at a blast from someone stronger than you! If you lose the struggle, you'll take both of your attacks head-on!"
The energy struggle wasn't particularly long, with the colliding energy waves spewing out sparks in all directions before the energy waves began closing in on Videl. Just when it seemed like the all-consuming crimson light would engulf the teen martial artist and obliterate her, Trunks appeared by her side with his arms drawn back.
"God Breaker!" Trunks yelled out, firing a golden energy wave from his open hand to give Videl's energy wave an additional chance to overpower Garlick Jr.'s Death Impact in the fruitless struggle. While initially, it pushed the attack back some, bit by bit, Garlick Jr.'s Death Impact began overpowering the two again, threatening to close on them and blow both fighters up. "N-No… Way!" Trunks gasped.
A black shadow appeared in front of both young martial artists. Trunks could only make out flowing purple hair dancing in the relentless gravitational dance of concussive shockwaves as the interloper smacked the oncoming lost struggle of three energy attacks aside with an open hand slap. The two overwhelmed martial artists panted in gratitude for the additional few seconds of life they'd been spared and the incredible strain they went through before confronting the fact of the not-so-surprising appearance of the mayor of Penguin Village.
"Ho-Yo!" Arale turned back to the two. "N'tcha, I'm Arale! Who are you?" she introduced herself before asking the pair to return the favor.
"I'm Videl and this is Trunks, we're helping Penguin Village overcome this monster. This monster is trying to destroy it," Videl pointed at Garlick Jr., still panting over the stress she went through after nearly getting blown up.
"What a lame monster…" Arale stuck her tongue out after turning to the Destron creation. "I was hoping for a cool one like Godzilla or King Ghidorah!"
Trunks slipped his hand into his back pocket, taking out a capsule case, but Videl grabbed his hand to stop him. With a look that questioned Videl's decision, the young Saiyan turned back to his companion. Videl's sweaty and battered face seemed determined and dead set on her decision.
"It's scary to admit it, but we need Arale-chan to soften this guy up a bit. We'll pull our trump card when we can be certain we can take care of it. For now, I'll just resume cleaning the Destron gas," Videl nodded to Trunks, still clutching her hurting ribs. "You've got more stamina and fewer injuries on you. You can take the rest of this over for now. I did as much as I could to make this as easy for you as possible."
"Leave it to me," Trunks nodded with a serious look on his face while Videl scooped up the Destron Gas vacuum from Trunks and hovered over to continue where Trunks stopped to assist her.
Arale cracked her head to the sides while running in place. Positioning her arms to the side and beaming an ecstatic smile, the child-like Android blasted off toward Garlick Jr. The monster's eyes blanked out in awe at the unexpected burst of speed that his opponent went through, but Arale stopped in place shortly before reaching her opponent.
"Ho-yo…" she turned to the Gatchans who were rubbing their bellies with wavy lips. Snarling in triumph, Garlick Jr. charged at Arale while the Gatchans distracted her to smash his fist straight into her face and send the Android wobbling back. With sadistic glee, Garlick Jr. pummeled Arale with quick shots while the head of the Penguin Village mayor bounced around from the relentless impacts. Trunks stared at this in terrific awe, though Garlick Jr. just stopped pummeling Arale and drew back with a stagger.
Despite taking all these direct shots, Arale seemed to be in a chipper mood with a full-on smile on her face. There was not a single sign of external damage from the full barrage of blows she took, though Garlick Jr. appeared to have once again attracted Arale's attention from the Gatchans' condition. Turning behind her, Arale pulled out an oversized barrel rocket launcher and took aim at Garlick Jr. The stunned Destron monster blinked a couple of times at the peculiar fighting tactic chosen by his new opponent.
The rocket launcher emitted a resounding thud, launching an object of considerable size. One wet splat later, it became apparent that a watermelon had smacked straight into Garlick Jr.'s face and began drooping from its face and over the entirety of his upper body, coating the Destron demon in fruity stickiness.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Trunks squinted. "He'll kill everyone if you don't take it seriously!" he warned Arale.
"Ho-yo…" Arale scratched her head, stuffing the rocket launcher in whatever pocket dimension she pulled it from in her suit pocket. "I thought he just wanted to play a game like Gamera…"
"Well, think less of a game of food fight and more like a game of wrestling!" Trunks replied. This seemed to make Arale get fired up. "Don't worry about Gatchans, they must just be hungry…" Trunks browsed in the capsule case before pulling out a handful of flicking them to the side, releasing many tech gizmos like hovercars, jets, and submarines to fall into a pile of junk. The Gatchans turned to Arale in confusion, but after Arale nodded, they went to town on the scrap pile, going to town on it with oversized and famished mouths and leaving Arale and Trunks to confront Garlick Jr. alone.
"Alright, monster, let's wrestle!" Arale called out ecstatically, shooting her arms out in the air. Frightened, Garlick Jr. extended his hands and sent spiraling rings of magical energy shooting from his hands. While Trunks dashed back in terror of Garlick Jr.'s magic abilities, Arale just stood still and calmly admired the magical sparkling coils as they enveloped her. In a poof, Arale's jetpack became just a Godzilla plushy backpack, leaving the flightless Android plummeting down.
"Crap!" Trunks cursed, grabbing his head. "I forgot she can't fly!"
Clutching his arms by his sides, Trunks shot himself down like a speeding bullet train, but a dull shock from his front sent him flying back. Laughing it up, the Destron Gas monster attacked Trunks while the half-Saiyan's guard was down. Garlick Jr. kept on shooting punches, kicks, and knees at Trunks, exploiting his self-made opening further before sending Trunks crashing down into the hills and turning his attention to Videl who was vacuuming up all the Destron Gas in the atmosphere and raring it out.
A full-power energy wave made Garlick Jr. stiffen up and turn around, seeing Trunks hovering behind him with his right arm raised, panting heavily with one eye swollen up from the beating he took and wearing countless grazes that testified about the damage the young Saiyan took.
"I'm still your opponent," Trunks said in a husky and fleeting tone. "At least until Arale figures out how to fly…"
With a shine of his pearly white fangs, Garlick Jr. spread his arms to the sides. Trunks' stare blanked out, realizing the attack that the Destron demon was channeling. It made little sense to Trunks why he'd be using it, given that last time he relied on it as a crutch whereas now he was dominating the battlefield because of Arale's shenanigans and one martial artist needing to vacuum out the gas and stay out of the battle. Not to mention the fact that this singularity technique also made countless liters of Destron Gas disappear each second alongside everything else it gobbled up.
A powerful suction force engulfed the battlefield, emitting a hefty gravitational suppression field that stopped Videl and Trunks in place while expanding drastically to encompass the entirety of Penguin Village. That was just the beginning, as with each passing second, the Dead Zone portal would expand further and further until it would easily consume the entire Earth within it and plunge the destroyed debris of the planet into a voyage of eternal oblivion in the Dead Zone. Trunks stiffened his body, releasing all his inner strength, burning with crystal-clear Ki with Videl doing the same.
"Whoop!" a playful cheer made Trunks turn his head to the side, realizing that Arale had surrendered to the draw into the Dead Zone since she didn't control Ki and couldn't resist the singularity nor did she wear the jetpack that could've provided her with a counter to the Dead Zone's attraction. Even though she was flying straight for the center of the Dead Zone, the little bundle of joy seemed like she was having an adventure of a lifetime.
From the pocket of her suit, the lovable Android pulled out a red and white pill and flicked it into the ecstatic, bawling mouth of the Destron Gas giant. Garlick Jr. choked up, grabbing his throat while wheezing from the sudden entry of the plastic pill in his airways but, after a few coughs, he swallowed it up. Meanwhile, Arale clapped the heels of her boots together, making the wing decorations on the side of her sneakers come to life and become actual flappy angel wings that could sustain Arale's flight.
"Wh-What? The draw of that portal is weakening…" Trunks noted. "What was that you fed him?"
"Poop pills!" Arale pumped her fists and kicked her legs, ecstatic about her prank. "Big monsters make big poop!"
The Destron Gas monster grabbed hold of his mouth as his eyes bulged and whited out. Veins littered Garlick Jr.'s face as he began thrashing around wildly and kicking his feet as if struggling with the last of his strength to resist the primal urges that the laxatives he swallowed up made him go through. Meanwhile, Trunks weighed his arms down and let out a hefty pant. Sweat poured down his face as his vision blurred. He took some of Garlick Jr.'s worst blows and then struggled against the inescapable pull of the Dead Zone for what seemed like an eternity. And yet…
While the Destroy Gas thinned out, becoming just cumuli of black and violet clouds occasionally passing through the afternoon sky, there was still more than enough of it to cause trouble.
"Are you done yet!?" Trunks called out to Videl who appeared to have been working with her own issues, having to restart the vacuuming process after the opening of the Dead Zone portal caused her to stiffen up and cease the cleanup process.
"Almost! It'd go a lot smoother with no further interruptions! Please make sure he doesn't open that portal again!" Videl called back out to Trunks.
"Easier said than done," Trunks grit his teeth with crystal tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, looking at Arale. "It feels like I'm playing babysitter and I'm the one that's four years old here…"
"Tag!" Arale proclaimed suddenly, raising her hands up. Garlick Jr. squirmed and tried turning away from the nightmarish imp of an Android, but, much to his horror, Arale was right behind him. "You're it!" she exclaimed, sprinkling with spryness, and slapped Garlick Jr. over the head, sending him smashing flat into the ground. Even if she had to make a ridiculous game out of everything, Arale still had that monstrous strength of hers to work with.
Squirming and twitching, Garlick Jr. rolled on his side. Trunks' eyes widened in shock when he noticed the Destron monster forming tears. It was then that he realized that Garlick Jr.'s trousers bloated to a dozen times their earlier size. The humiliated monster pulled on the spandex shorts, unchaining a downpour of cartoon swirls of red and pink-colored poop stacks with anthropomorphic smiles from his shorts. Tiny sparkling stars shimmered on Arale's glasses, alluring the Android to rush to the goldmine of caricature excrement with a stick in her hands.
"Poke… Poke…" she mumbled to herself while embarking on an obsessive quest to poke every single stack of demonic dung scattering from Garlick Jr.'s shorts. With an outraged grimace, Garlick Jr. turned to Arale and approached her from behind. A malicious crimson sparkle of light lit up around the Destron monster's hand as he raised it from behind the unsuspected and otherwise occupied Android, looking to smash her to smithereens.
"Damn it!" Trunks exclaimed, smashing his foot into Garlick Jr.'s side and sending the Destron monster flying into a massive safe box building. He knew that by attacking Garlick Jr. in his hour of humiliation he'd attract all of his ire that was meant for Arale onto himself, meanwhile, the heap of poop that Garlick Jr.'s laxative accident produced would keep the mayor of Penguin Village occupied forever. "Hurry up, Videl…!" Trunks cried out with a shaking voice while Videl raced to each cloud of Destron, desperate to slurp it all up into Turbo's vacuum machine.
The safe lock of the box-shaped building turned. After a vocal click, the entire southern wall fell flat down. This crumbling of the southern wing revealed an immensely frustrated monstrosity, seething with hatred and desire for unforetold savagery. With a slight limp to his step, as every few skips Garlick Jr. produced another colorful, laughing swirl of excrement on the ground between his feet, the frothing Destron demon approached Trunks with fists itching to deliver the brat's punishment.