(A little story for this picture)
With the nasty piece of work that was Android 21 on the loose, eating people like gumballs - or as gumballs, in certain cases - a counter-offensive was needed ! But this time, instead of going brute, Bulma stepped up for a smart approach, with the help of 18.
By mixing the absorbing hands of 19 and 20's blueprints, her old microband, and just a bit of Namekian blood, Bulma managed to add quite the power-up to the blonde. Eager to test it out, 18 baited 21 by bloating up her power, making herself look oh so delicious to the pink avatar of destruction.
But as the fight started happening, 21 started to see something going wrong, and 18 saw things going oh so right. Every time contact was made between them, 18 seemed to be seeping 21's power away, her speed... and her size.
21 felt her tight top lose its stretch and her baggy pants were slipping away, no longer holding on her shrinking hips. 18 on the other hand could feel the of her jacket and skirt rip away from her swelling mass.
A punch, 21's high-heeled shoes became three sizes too big. Another punch, 18's shirt front was torn open. A kick, 21's neck ring could be used as a hoola-hoop. An uppercut, 18's bra straps exploded.
In half-an-hour, that's where things stood. The pink gal squinted an eye open, and looked as the mammoth blonde grinned at her with glee, slowly seeping the centimetres away while keeping her in place with only two fingers. 21 was the size of a mouse, and slowly descending to one of an ant. 18 on the other hand was the size of a truck, and enjoying every bit of size being added to her own.
In the end, 21 was utterly defeated, reduced to absolute nothingness, from which she could never regenerate. The Universe was saved from impending doom, from the unlikiest of strategies.
As for 18 ? Oh, she did go back to normal. Eventually. But she paid her husband a little visit first. Well, little is not exactly the right word for it. ;3
THE END
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