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Chachamaru really loved her sort-of-but-not-quite parents. Really, she did. She could not fault them for going into a roaring rampage of revenge in response to her suffering extreme structural damage – again – at the hands of Evil-Villain-Attempting-World-Domination-By-Hijacking-the-Power-of-the-World-Tree #83 (Really, when are they going to learn?).
And even though she thought that breaking out a small-skyscraper-sized, armed-to-the-teeth giant robot (with the two as its pilots, naturally) as part of said rampage was a bit on the side of overkill, it was somewhat justifiable.
She could even excuse them for completely unnecessarily calling out ridiculously hammy names for their attacks as some sort of wierd psychological warfare tactics distorted by their personal eccentricities. Maybe.
But she really could've done without them punctuating their ultimate attack with "OUR-DAUGHTER-CHACCHAN-IS-THE-BEST-IN-THE-UNIVERSE ATTACK!"
It took a whole month before she could finally dare to make eye contact with anyone; and it took another two months before she stopped erupting into volcanic blushing everytime someone (usually snickeringly) said "Chacchan".