Videl's eyes snapped from the knife, to Azula, then back to the canister, a half-dozen thoughts and questions conflicting in her mind all at that same moment. First, this woman had a knife and didn't look scared when Videl stumbled upon her; either she was unusually confident for Harrubian detainee, or she was a fellow Legionnaire. Second, and perhaps more importantly, the mysterious canister was getting away and Videl was not about to let that happen.

Ignoring Azula for now, Videl scooped up a fist sized rock from the ground and lobbed it at the canister. A convenient breath of wind pushed the canister out of the way just in time to avoid the rock.

With a curse, Videl grabbed another rock, this time taking pains to keep a proper pitcher's stance before flinging her rock. This time, it connected, tangling up the parachute and bringing the offending canister to the ground. "Finally!" she cheered, rushing over to it. "I've been chasing this stupid thing for like half an hour," she shouted back at Azula as she popped the canister open. Inside, Videl found a prize worth her fight; a roll of soft, snow white cloth.

Toilet paper.