Hilda and Lysithea were both farting quite profoundly while proving themselves to be up to pair with the wind breaking wives of certain Dragon Ball Z fighters since they were showing how strong they were, with Hilda taunting "Ha! Seems like you're going to have to do more than have money to be able to stack up against us!"
"Ugh she's right!" Bulma complained while letting loose in her smelly jeans due to not being able to out perform the Fire Emblem women in ripping ass. "How are we letting ourselves get beaten like this?"
"I definitely need to cook myself a more potent meal next time...!" Chi-Chi said with her clenching her fists since she could feel herself getting quite upset with this result. "All the stress I have to deal with is making me not act right in this moment!"
"To think that ladies this young are able to have better braps than us..." Android 18 murmured in a surprisingly calm matter while her sloppy sounding sharts puffed up her pair of stinky jeans. "I'll have to think about this over when we see our daughters."
"Come on, let's finish this up!" Lysithea interjected with her placing her hands on her knees while firing away her magical methane that caused the various objects surrounding them to go flying. "I gotta empty myself so I can have something sweet!"