What's a woman to do when she's whisked away from an important showdown with a villain into a tornado and opens her eyes to find her fabulous superhero costume replaced with a dumpy burlap dress that had probably been filled with hay mere minutes earlier?

Complain, for one thing.

"Of all the things this weird magical junk could do," Videl grumbled, awkwardly reaching one arm around her back to grab at some of the straw poking out. "Why'd it have to make something this itchy?"