Waning Mobility [Comic]

Videl couldn't BELIEVE how hard of a time she was having, as she rocked back and forth in order thrust herself to her feet. Normally it only ever took her a couple of rocks to build the momentum, but after the past several days of being anchored to the couch and doing little more than eating, it seemed that the "simple" task was proving far tougher than before.

'Come on..!' She chastized herself, her knees wobbling and faintly creaking as her ass lifted off of the couch. The raven-haired woman dug deep, pushing whatever meager reserves of ki she had left at this point out below herself to keep from collapsing right back onto the couch. 'You're just standing, Videl, it CAN'T be this hard!' But it could be, and there was nobody to blame but herself.

She'd become shaken after her fight with Spopovich. Sure, she survived, and with that senzu bean she felt good as new, but ever since shen she could hardly stand to exercise or train --- why would she want to put herself back in that situation? Why would she want to risk her life over something as stupid and simple as a tournament? So, instead, Videl had taken to indulgence, justifying it as 'recovering' in the aftermath of her admittedly traumatic incident, when in reality it was pure coping.

When her clothes got tighter she'd buy new ones before anyone noticed, she'd take advantage of her baggy shirts to hide the pudgy little belly and the added swell to her breasts. But after her couple dozen pounds of gain became a couple hundred, that stopped working. Sure, it led to tense conversations and arguments, but as much as her father and Gohan argued how unhealthy this was, they had zero ability to FORCE her to exercise, and if they tried she would just bring up Spopovich and turn them ramrod stiff.

She wasn't sure when she last weighed herself on the scale, but it was probably not too long before she started spending multiple days at a time on the couch. The only things she really got up to do were use the bathroom and shower, but beyond that she was rooted to the couch, and her waistline and muscles like could feel it. Every day she lounged and ate her strength waned, and the amount of strength needed to support herself rised.

Perhaps, then, she shouldn't have been surprised that things have gotten to this point. As she used every ounce of her strength to straighten up, sweat dripping and soaking into the couch and carpet, she supposed that this was a demon of her own creation... but, better to fight a battle against her body than one against a brute like Spopovich ever again.

'I think once I figure out what Dad wants, I'll reward myself with a nice, cool gallon of ice cream...' Videl declared, her knees shaking and trembling with every shallow, waddling step towards her father's voice.