"Alright, I'm putting you behind bars to think about what you were about to do," Obotchaman clenched his knuckles by his sides while Trunks adopted a fighting pose of his own.
"Are you really going to fight someone that's as strong as Arale right now?" Videl questioned Trunks' unwavering resolution to challenge Obotchaman head-on.
"My dad does it all the time!" Trunks stated with a serious face, looking almost devoted enough to even make the first move. The two threw themselves at one another at the same time. Obotchaman just let himself loose, running at Trunks with his arms bent to the sides while Trunks turned sideways and flew toward Obotchaman with an elbow turned at his opponent.
A noticeable buzzing noise interrupted both of their attacks. Trunks and Obotchaman both stopped and turned toward the sound of a buzzing engine, only to see a petite young woman on a scooter with a short haircut that made her head appear as if it was shaped like a mushroom, wearing a flashy red dress decorated with plenty of frills and a pair of shades. The young woman had two bow ties tied to both sides of her head.
"You hicks!" the young woman yelled out. She drove into the middle of the fight, separating Obotchaman and Trunks by rolling up between them on her scooter and making a sharp, shrieking turn that raised some dust into the air. "I hope you're glad because you've just ruined my day. That poor kid should be taken away from his parents because letting them out in that outfit is child abuse."
Trunks blinked a few times before pointing to himself with a questioning grimace on his long face. Videl scratched her head in befuddlement, though Obotchaman seemed to know this scooter-riding, undergrown young woman as he softened his expression and approached her to calm her down.
"You, seeing those ridiculous suspenders of yours, makes me wonder how I could've ever had a crush on you. That must've just been my compulsion to fix people and my penchant for kindness. You should have your kid taken away too because no one should be subjected to seeing their father ridicule himself by wearing suspenders this year. Newsflash, loafers-boy, you graduated from school almost a decade ago now. It's okay to let go of the schoolboy look already," the ruthless fashion commentator kept ripping on Obotchaman, who just looked down and drilled the tip of his black loafers into the ground, poking his fingers in embarrassment.
"Kinoko-san…" Obotchaman mumbled, trying to speak up through his shame, but his voice came out soft and he jumbled his words.
"What is going on here, exactly?" Videl squinted.
"Oh, God!" Kinoko clapped her hands and turned her scooter, raising another wall of dust to smack Videl and Trunks right in the face and cause grievous coughing from the irritation. "I was hoping you would just stay quiet. Given how poor and homeless you look, I was willing to just be the better woman and just leave you alone to pick your nose and scratch your bum in the cardboard box, missy, but you just had to open your rotten cheese-smelling trapper and burp, didn't you?"
Videl's mouth stretched across her face as she blew into her open hand, trying to catch a whiff of her breath since she could've sworn it didn't smell bad at all. Even on the road she maintained proper hygiene and insisted that Trunks did too.
"Well, I hope you know you embody poorness. You dress like you want to shout at the world you're willing to fight and kill for a pair of sneakers. In your case, slipping on a literal trash bag for a dress would be an improvement, honey," the ruthless fashion commentator went on. "Now that all of you know you are a grave disappointment and an embarrassment to your mothers. You are no better than apes. Now that my job here is done. I bid you all adieu!"
After saying her piece, Kuroko Sarada kicked her scooter up into high gear and bolted off over the nearest hill. An uncomfortable silence reigned with all the previous fighting spirit from the atmosphere. As if things couldn't get any worse. A shrill mix between an emergency alarm and the cry of a human child began raising the roof off of Obotchaman and Arale's house. Obotchaman jumped up, startled, and rushed inside.
"Oh, no, no, no, no! This is a disaster!" Obotchaman began scolding himself as he searched the house for a little bundle of joy and began nuzzling and cradling him in his arms. The sight of a child-sized robot nursing a baby in his arms looked sad somehow.
"Is this… Your baby?" Videl blinked a few times, pointing at the infant with a bizarre voice.
"Yes. It's our son. Mochi," Obotchaman nodded vigorously as he swayed the little boy in his arms.
"You mean yours and Arale's? How does that work?" Videl squinted, pointing at the scene.
"What do you mean?" Trunks scratched his head. "They just bought him at the Capsule Store and popped him out of the capsule. If Arale is the mayor of this town, they must have the money to buy a baby."
"That is wrong, Dr. Senbei built Mochi for us," Obotchaman shook his head with a kind smile on his face. "We decided to live together like husband and wife and got married, so he built us an Android child so that we could live like a real family. Arale-chan can be really aloof, so the doctor installed an actual emergency alarm in little Mochi's voice so that she couldn't brush it off and that I could hear it no matter where I am and come to little Mochi's help."
"Hmm…" Trunks pondered something for a little while. "So you and Arale both look like kids, so Senbei-san built you in these exact bodies, right?"
"Incorrect. While Dr. Senbei built Arale-chan in her current body, Dr. Mashirito built me. I was one of his Caramel Men, but I instead rebelled against him and foiled Dr. Mashirito's plans. Arale-chan is so cute and charming that I just couldn't think of ever harming her," Obotchaman swung around on the tip of his loafer, calming the alarm sound down, but once he stopped turning, the alarm picked up again.
"Here, let me help you out," Videl approached with open hands. "I've helped the servants of the mansion take care of Navy a few times because they insisted I must learn this stuff for the future. Maybe we can make this dreadful sound go away together?"
Obotchaman hesitated before accepting help from someone who tried snagging his home alongside his own son away. Though after looking at his son and realizing that just gently nursing him wasn't doing the trick, he handed Mochi to Videl, and the two went to the baby's room to try to sort this problem out. Trunks blew his cheeks out and went into the living room, jumping onto the sofa and yawning before he leaned on his knees with his elbows and turned the TV on with a bored look on his face.
"Great, now what I'm supposed to do?" he mumbled to himself while switching between channels despite all of them showing the same nonsense of cardboard fish attached to sticks floating in front of different colored backgrounds.
"Hmm… I think the first thing to check is his diapers. Do you think he might have gone potty?" Videl scratched her chin while observing an Android baby and wondering how these worked.
"No, I replaced his waste unit this morning. We set him for reserve energy mode so he doesn't accumulate waste and doesn't burn through his battery quite as quickly," Obotchaman shook his head, reaching down the baby's diapers and opening them up. Obotchaman pressed onto a plastic, skin-colored compartment and removed a glowing battery that had a thin layer of pink liquid. "Mochi's waste unit is thirteen percent full. I don't believe a replacement is in order," Obotchaman said before inserting his back into his baby's rear.
"Hmm… Could he be hungry then?" Videl suggested. "Navy is a voracious eater. Often he'll cry after being fed just because we have not sated him yet."
"Let's see," Obotchaman rolled Mochi on his front and unzipped the baby's shirt, then popped a lid off the baby's back and checked on the control panel. "No. That doesn't appear to be the case. It doesn't make much sense either, if Mochi was hungry, he could just power himself up through the spare energy in his battery. Dr. Senbei made sure that Mochi can eat if he wants to, but he doesn't need to because his battery and food are interchangeable and serve similar functions."
"Could his teeth be growing?" Videl shrugged.
Obotchaman zipped up his baby's shirt and rolled him up on his back. Videl handed little Mochi her finger and poked his strangely hard for a baby abdomen, much to Mochi's delight while Obotchaman pulled out a pair of industrial tools and prodded them into Mochi's mouth, making Videl shriek out in terror while Obotchaman spread the baby's mouth open and popped something in Mochi's jaw that locked it open in place. Like a mechanic, Obotchaman slid his head inside and looked up and down with flashlights gleaming from his eyes. "Nope. Dr. Senbei built his teeth pretty solid and there doesn't seem to be any rust on them."
"He could just be tired then…" Videl shrugged.
"He's… Tired?" Obotchaman scratched his head. "That is illogical. Mochi was laying in his bed. Why would he cry because he is tired? If he wanted to enter sleep mode and hibernate for a while, he could've done so at his discretion."
"Yes, but sometimes Navy does this thing where he'll drive everyone mad but all Chayote-san has to do is take him, nuzzle him a little, put him to bed, and sing to him and he'll fall asleep and stop crying. Sometimes babies cry because they are tired and, even if they are lying in bed, all they need is their parents to "permit" them to go to sleep, in a way," Videl explained herself.
"Hmm… That doesn't seem rational, but. Let's see," Obotchaman took the baby's pacifier out and held it off of Mochi's reach for a minute. Like an unplugged gadget, the baby went out as if he had been switched off. "That seems to have worked, though it sounds wrong to switch Mochi off every time he cries."
"Sometimes when I play my Dragon Boy for too long, it starts working janky. I have to turn it off and leave it for a few hours and when I turn it on again, it's as good as new. Maybe this Android baby works the same as my Dragon Boy?" Trunks shrugged, having grown bored enough that even checking up on a baby sounded like a good idea to him.
"I don't know what a Dragon Boy is, but perhaps you are right. I've decided that I won't be destroying you two. You seem far too kind to be villains," Obotchaman smiled politely at the pair. "Thank you for helping me take care of Mochi and for not running off with my house."
"Man… This whole thing has been going horrible. We've wasted so much time and didn't get any closer to saving the universe," Trunks sighed with frustration. Videl approached the windows and looked up, seeing dark clouds gathering over their head. The emergence of the Destron Gas monster was coming closer. Obotchaman froze up. Videl and Trunks turned to the little Android boy who seemed to have been behaving erratically even to him. After an uncomfortable pause, the boy came back to life and looked at them with a troubled expression.
"I apologize, you two, but I need to run off to the office again. I seem to have made a grievous mistake and confused Arale-chan's bento box with little Mochi's full waste unit. Now Arale-chan is stuck prodding poop and no work will be done until I remove the poop from her office," Obotchaman bowed his head as if he said something highly dignified just now.
Obotchaman guided the pair outside before locking the door and taking off to the office. Videl and Trunks were left to their own devices, scratching their heads. While they got some interesting information about Arale's weakness from Obotchaman without having to go with Sourman's plan about enacting his revenge on the young family occupying his living space, this didn't mean that they were set for success.
"So… Poop?" Trunks scratched his cheek.
"Y-Yes, I suppose…" Videl questioned herself but then committed to nodding once.
"How do we get our hands on it?" Trunks rubbed his elbow in embarrassment to be talking about this sort of thing.
"Well, don't you want to go?" Videl turned to him with a hopeful expression.
"W-Why me!? You're older than me, you should take some responsibility!" Trunks yelled at her in objection.
"W-Well yes b-but… You see…" Videl became flustered. "I'm a girl, so… I don't just fling poop or behave like that."
"Oh, and I do!?" Trunks objected again. "This is racist!"
"H-How is it racist!?" Videl freaked out.
"Just because I'm a Saiyan, that doesn't mean that I enjoy flinging turds like actual monkeys!" Trunks stomped his tiny foot down and clarified that he won't be flinging his own poop to distract Arale.
"W-Well… It's not like I need to go either and I'm not touching poop so… Maybe we can find another weakness?" Videl shrugged.
"Ugh!" Trunks grumbled, looking up at the darkening skies. "There isn't time. That shapeshifting fox and that reporter spoke about some other guy named Buzzman. I bet he's another one of Arale's foes. If this really is a Saturday morning cartoon dimension, that means that this is most likely an episodic show full of shenanigans of the week adventures, so there must be loads of people Arale has dealt with over however many volumes this was going on for. Maybe one of them has a reliable way of getting your hands on poop if you're a recurring bad guy trying to take down Arale?"
"I seem to recall a man dressed in a fly costume behind bars when we were arrested," Videl snapped her fingers. "Who better to have some poop on them than a man dressing himself up as a fly? Besides, I bet that man has to be this Buzzman that they spoke about."
"Alright, let's get our hands on some poop!" Trunks pumped his fist up at the blackened skies.
"That… Came out so wrong…" Videl observed while shaking her head.
"Huh? Who are you two?" a man dressed in a green and yellow outfit began hovering above ground after seeing Videl and Trunks approach his cell.
"Buzzman, we presume," Videl crossed her arms, giving the imprisoned troublemaker a strict glare.
"Who's asking?" the man in a fly-fashioned bodysuit raised his right eyebrow. The man appeared to be a near identical copy of Sourman, except this man's costume was even less dignified than his twin's.
"We heard that you're the guy to talk about if one wanted to get their hands on some poop," Trunks approached the cell closer to get a better look at the guy.
"Huh? You two are so funny. Didn't you know Earthlings produce their own poop every few hours? You should just eat something and wait, then poop will come out on its own. It's why I love this planet!" Buzzman proclaimed with a hearty pose.
"This planet? So, you're an alien too, just like Sourman?" Videl crossed her arms.
"What? Don't compare me to that Supercrybaby! Though you are right, we went to the same preschool together, but I'm from Planet Haebunbu, whereas Supercrybaby is from Planet Okakaume," Buzzman nodded, convinced by his own words.
"Huh? You two went to the same preschool, but you're not from the same planet?" Trunks bent his head to the side, baffled.
"It was an interplanetary preschool, brat!" Buzzman shook his fist out in front of him. "Anyway, if you came here looking for poop, you're poop out of luck."
Videl and Trunks rolled their eyes after Buzzman began cringing and frothing drool over through his hands, covering his mouth from how hilarious he found his own pun.
"You see, I was collecting and eating up my share of poop when I was arrested. Now all the poop I've stolen is in the evidence locker. Good luck getting there with how secure it is and that ace cop Taro watching it," Buzzman laughed it up with his fists over his hips. "Though maybe I could help you if you freed me?"
"Do we?" Trunks turned to Videl with an inquisitive look.
"No way! If we let him go, he'd just eat the poop we would use to distract Arale," Videl objected. "Besides, this guy gives me the creeps. Let him stay arrested until his next cameo appearance."
"As I said, good luck getting that poop from the evidence locker," Buzzman laughed it up, thinking that he had the upper hand here and that these two curious visitors will be back, begging him for forgiveness soon enough.
"Hey, officer Taro-san," Trunks called out when the two went back to the police HQ office. "Can we get that poop from the evidence locker? I think just one pile will be enough."
"H-Huh? You would take it!?" Taro jumped up and off the seat. "Sure, I'm still not sure who you two are and how you know Toriyama-san, but I'm sure we can make a deal about you taking all that poop off of our hands. It's really smelling up the place, you know, and it keeps singing and it gets distracting."
"S-Singing?" Videl leaned back, sticking her tongue out in disgust.
"Oh, yeah… Haven't you seen poop before?" Taro took his hat off and scratched his head. He took the pair to the evidence vault and opened the cartoonish-looking safe door, only to let them in and pointed to stacks upon stacks of colorful rolls of anthropomorphic poop that had gleeful cartoonish faces and leaned left and right in cheerful songs and greetings. In unison, they truly were a notable cacophonic force.
"This is evidence, right? Won't you miss it?" Trunks wondered.
"We don't have a courthouse anyway," Taro shrugged. "I'm not quite sure why we collect evidence, to begin with. Besides, Buzzman is an alien, so, much like children, he has no rights here."
"You are a terrible policeman," Videl crossed her arms, pinched her nose, and took out Trunks' capsule briefcase, willing to free up some space in them just so she could store that poop inside the capsules.
"Yeah, I bend the rules a bit and I can be a loose cannon, but I've got heart and I get the job done," Taro fixed his shades with a faux cool expression.
Equipped with all the poop they could dream of, Videl and Trunks felt ready to confront the Destron Gas calamity with a way to distract Arale and the Gatchans if needed.