A/N: I'll be making some changes from the original story I uploaded here. For those with enough patience to read and watch for this sorry piece of a story, I apologize for the revamp. I decided to add some details after making some major changes. Otherwise, the plot remains the same. Aliens come to earth to cause trouble and our heroes stand up to fight.

I've been trying to incorporate the elements from DBS we have now, but as the main (dare I say canon) story progresses on, this would eventually turn into an AU as most fanfics are destined to be :)

Characters belong to Toriyama-san and TOEI of course. Please watch DB Kai and Super!

CHAPTER 1: Meet Son Pan and Uub: Earth's new Heroes

Pan has long lost tabs on who keeps winning between her and Uub, may it be light spars or tournament battles or just for some strange test her grandfather concocted during their training as his students. Honestly, throughout the years, she just didn't care anymore. Her grandfather would always say it doesn't matter and she sees no reason not to believe in him.

This time, they are certainly equal in throwing punches and kicks at each other. Both are flying high up in the afternoon sky, over an isolated part of the world. Piccolo stands on a considerable distance away from them, his white cape billowing slightly against the wind. Between blows, Pan throws a cheeky grin at him but her Namekian master's face is stoic as ever.

"Pan, focus!" he growled out. As he did so, Uub's fist connected on her cheek. Pan spit out some blood before turning her glare towards Piccolo.

"Hey, what's the big idea shouting at us like that?"

"You clearly are treating this as a game." Uub, who had seen his fair share of scary-looking enemies in his six years of fighting since Goku plucked him out of his village, still flinched at the intensity of the Namekian's glare.

"If you continue to act like a child during training, it's better for you to go home so I can give a proper training to Uub instead of wasting our time."

"Fine!" Pan retorted, and even Piccolo was slightly surprised at how easily she gave in. "I might as well. Besides, I wouldn't get any stronger without Gramps here."

"Pan, we can always go all-out?" Uub flashed her a hesitant smile, brown eyes pleading. He almost looked like grandpa with that look. Pan learned at an early age how looks can be deceiving. Even what seemed to be the weakest and the most innocent face could hide incredible power. With his round, brown eyes and little nose, has a face that could tame a grown mountain lion and people tend to underestimate him for that.

That was also her case when she started out her first year as a student under her grandfather. It was also the same year Uub was taken in. A brown-skinned, thin young boy who came from a remote part of the world doesn't look like a strong warrior, but she quickly saw how quick he is to match up with her grandfather's moves, how he can easily produce a Ki blast enough to create a gaping crater the size of a Budokai stadium with just a flick of his wrist. Of course, he used his charm for that advantage and until now, Pan has mixed feelings about. In fact, if she might have been a little honest about it, she feels a little jealous. It also didn't help that he and her grandfather seemed to have more fun together because of their nearly similar laid-back personality.

And now his face has got to remind her of her gramps. Immediately, her expression softened and she turned to Piccolo. "Sorry about that, Uncle Pikkoyo. I guess, I just miss Gramps. He's been gone for months now and I just can't wait to show him my new moves."

Piccolo accepted her apologies with a grunt. As a child, Pan had always been an impulsive girl, unafraid to speak her mind. And that temper. It whips into the air and simmers completely by the next second. In his experience, females are always the strangest creatures, shifting from one mood to the next, but he felt a female Saiyan such as Pan poses more danger than anyone he ever knew, and that includes the reincarnated Majin Buu hovering in front of him.

"It's your duty to train to be stronger, Pan. It shouldn't change, with or without Goku here. You promised him, remember?"

Pan bit her lip, remembering that moment when her grandfather left Earth to a distant quadrant of the Universe to fight and train the strongest warriors each planet can offer. Pan and Uub, being his first students, were initially set to go with him but upon Pan's parents refused to let her go on the grounds that Pan is far too young to get to travel into space (despite how Pan brought the case when her father Gohan traveled to Namek when he was just 8 years old) With her mother due to give birth for her baby brother anytime, Pan just couldn't defy her this time. In the end, her grandfather has no choice but to leave her behind. In the spirit of fairness, he also let Uub stay with her. Pan couldn't imagine what it would be like if Uub gets to travel with her grandfather, getting stronger everyday, fighting more challenging opponents along the way, solving quests and saving the planet in the process.

"I know. Still, do you have any idea when he's going to come back?"

"You know your grandfather." Piccolo replied. "When or how, it doesn't matter. We know he's going to come back."

"That's what Dad always say." Pan huffed.

"The stronger you become, the faster you can show them you're strong enough to take care of yourself" Piccolo sternly eyed his student whose face is a mix of her parents. At ten years old, Pan is clearly growing into a young woman Videl had been like when she entered her last Budokai Tournament as a teenager. Her coal-black hair is lush, tied into heavy braids tucked behind her ears but not long enough to get in the way of her fighting. Her sharp features are candid and responsive of whatever she is feeling. But her black eyes are definitely her father's. They shine brightly with emotion, just as Gohan's had been, in and out of the battlefield. Piccolo also suspected from some of Pan's moves that she also inherited her father's certain lack of depth perception.

"I can get stronger with Grandpa, can't they understand that?"

"You do remember that your grandfather actually trained you to become Earth's mighty protectors in his place, right?" Piccolo replied, sighing. "What he left you for you and Uub is a responsibility to protect it while he's gone. This might very well be one of his tests."

"I do think Pan is ready, Mr. Piccolo" Uub calmly interjected, his voice surprising both Pan and Piccolo to speechlessness. He shrugged, puzzled over their reaction. "What? She trained with all the greatest martial artists here on Earth. We're clearly toe-in-toe in battle and she hasn't even transformed into a Super Saiyan yet."

Pan stared at her rival and bestfriend. In their spars and training drills, Uub repeatedly assured her that she's strong enough to keep up with her grandfather's adventures in space but this is the first time Uub declared what he believed to someone else. To Mr. Piccolo, no less.

"If you can just give us a chance to test our skills." Uub continued, unperturbed by their expressions. "Pan and I can deliver. Master Goku has taught us everything we know. How can we become Earth's heroes if we don't have any idea on what we're up against?"

"So what do you propose to do?" Piccolo asked, voice hard. "Go off to space and look for your grandfather? I highly doubt Capsule Corp will give you the keys for one of their ships."

"As if Mom would let me." Pan replied, rolling her eyes. "Grams hasn't been feeling well lately and I don't want to add any more stress to both her and Mom," Pan looked eagerly at Piccolo. "Mr. Piccolo, Uub and I have been thinking. I think we're ready to compete in the next Universal Tournament."

The Universal Tournament is a tradition that dates back when Pan was a baby. Her grandfather was one of the chosen fighters of the God of Destruction against the champions of Universe 6. Ever since, they decided to have the Tournament every five years for a friendly match with their Universal counterparts. Pan herself had already attended two Tournaments in her lifetime as a spectator, but this time around, she's determined to be one of the fighters.

Piccolo regarded them, eyes unreadable. "You think you can stand a chance with the mightiest warriors of Universe 6? You must be out of your mind." He shook his head. "Your grandfather has taught you a lot about fighting fair and with honor but you can never expect that from the opponents you'll be facing from Universe 6. Your chances of victory will not rely on your strength alone."

"Yeah but-"

"I understand, Pan. You like fighting strong opponents just like your grandfather does but becoming a strong warrior takes time. It's a process." A small smile crossed his thin mouth. "When I took your father under my wing, I was confident he would beat the Saiyans with his incredible potential. Yet, he was only able to show his real strength several years after I trained him. Your own time will come, I'm sure of it."

Pan remained unconvinced, her smooth brow furrowed in thought. "I know the whole story already. Before that, dad went to space to look for the Dragon Balls, which we are never allowed to do. Then he trained with grandpa at the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for days, which we are not allowed to do. If we're not going to do something to challenge our current strength, we're going to be stuck in our current level and we would be terrible at our job in protecting the Earth."

"Your father has no choice but to step up and unleash his power." Piccolo said, looking ahead as he recalled the time from long ago when his ward has to watch his dear father sacrifice himself in an effort to kill Cell. "Do you still remember what your Goku always tell you about becoming a Super Saiyan?"

Pan's lips pursed stubbornly. "It sparks from a need, not a desire." She recited, remembering her grandfather's carefree voice when he relayed it to her, his smile shining like a sun.

"We wouldn't know when that need will arrive, Pan. Your grandfather, us, your family, we've always tried to maintain peace and protect you and the others from harm. But when that need comes," Piccolo smiled at her, eyes softening a little. "I'm sure you and Uub are going to be more than prepared for it."

A need, not a desire. That's what they've been telling her alright. For Pan, the concept of a 'need' is hard to grasp. Being born and raised during peaceful times, she couldn't imagine a world plunged into chaos and destruction with her grandfather and his friends around. Just like Marron would always say, "No one would dare destroy the Earth when the God of Destruction himself is fond of its food!"

So naturally, Pan had thought of going to space and find adventures there just as her dad had did. As far as she knew, Uncle Vegeta made his transformation in space. And it wasn't exactly sparked by need.

She had been flying for miles now, darting through the clouds with the sun on her back. She likes the sense of freedom flying brought her, and one of her favorite pasttimes is flying around the world. Having to do it undetected takes an extra challenge.

Pan had been a little more than four years old when she was introduced to martial arts. Her father thought she was too young, but Uncle Piccolo seemed eager to start her training early. For one, her grandmother heatedly opposed it and she can be the scariest person on earth, even more frightening than Lord Beerus, if she wanted to be. Good thing her grandfather managed to convince her by saying Pan wouldn't grow up to be exactly like him - she may turn out to be like Gohan who is clearly focused on his studies, or Goten who isn't that crazy about training anymore and seemed to be more interested in tinkering with old bikes.

But fighting had come easy for her. She developed a quick eye to learn other peoples' techniques just by watching them once. Her grandfather saw that, and one day, when she was just six years old, he teleported her to the Kame House. There, Pan witnessed how a single powerful blast of Ki divided the ocean in two. Her grandfather's signature move from the Turtle School.

"If you train hard enough, you'll be blasting Kame Hame Ha before you know it." Her grandfather laughed heartily. "Looks like you'll be forcing me into retirement."

Fast forward four years later, she already learned by heart and mind the signature techniques of the world's most powerful fighters. Being the granddaughter of the world's "strongest" man certainly got her the leverage to learn from the best martial arts school in the planet. Not one of them could top her grandfather and his friends however. The real struggle is learning how to look ordinary around human fighters and making sure her grandfather Hercule doesn't suffer another heart attack when she demonstrates a little bit of her real power.

"Pan! Hey Pan!"

Pan turned around to see her uncle speeding towards her on his newly-constructed sky-glider - a machine he constructed straight out of the garage. It resembled a two-wheeled motor vehicle, but it obviously holds more power and speed than any other ordinary vehicles. For one thing, the machine is intricately created to harness its rider's energy, who is no other than Goten himself. Of course, flying still beats the vehicle by a long mile but Pan knows her uncle enough that for him, "flying cool" is more important than flying fast.

"Training done already?" His jet-black thick hair hardly changes against the whipping of the wind. Pan had always felt jealous of that. She has to trim her hair every now and then to keep it away from her face while fighting.

"Uh-huh. Uub stayed behind with Mr. Piccolo, though. But he promised to catch up."

"He better be, or you'll drag him to the picnic yourself."

"Just like I did to you last year?" Pan reminded with a grin.

"Just like what you did to me last year." Goten repeated good-naturedly. "Why d'you have to remind me? I was with a girl that time and she still couldn't get over the fact that I was dragged in the ear by my 11-year-old niece."

"You could have gone Super." Pan quickly pointed out.

"And scare her away? No way!"

Pan rolled her eyes. "I swear, do you still remember how to transform?"

His uncle chuckled in response. "Well there hasn't been any situation I feel the need to." He looked at Pan fondly. "I got to say, you're really serious on getting strong, huh? I wasn't nearly as motivated as you are back in the day. It took a scary pinkish blob named Buu for Trunks and I to get serious."

"Serious, really? Uncle Piccolo said he nearly popped a vein to get you guys do some serious butt-kicking and When you finally do, Buu absorbs you both."

Goten just laughed sheepishly, his laughter drowned out by the roar of the engine. If their hearing wasn't as good, they'd hardly have a decent conversation with all the racket! "So, he told you about the fusion thing, huh?"

Pan pouted her lips and looked at her uncle with a deepening frown. With his geeky blue jacker, ballooned pants and a goofy grin, you wouldn't think he can be one of the strongest guys in the planet.

"Why did you and Dad stop training? You can be as strong as Grandpa!"

Goten looked surprised by the question at first, but he turned his attention ahead, jaw set. "No one can get as strong as Dad. He is the best. Your father nearly did so but he doesn't like fighting as Dad does. I guess among the three of us, you resemble him the most, Pan."

Pan lost count on how many times she heard the line from her grandfather's old friends, even from her own parents. Her grandmother used to lament over the fact that her first granddaughter is nowhere as normal girl as Marron or Bulla for that matter who enjoyed shopping clothes and going out to sweet shoppes or cake houses for afternoon teas. Pan did like going out with her grandmother every now and then, and she appreciate all her lessons to raise her as a well-mannered girl, but she doesn't see these activities as nearly important as training or rescuing other people as Saiyan Girl. If she only stands there pretty as a flower while she knew she can do something, what good of use is she to the world?

Even though she wasn't born with a Saiyan blood, she doubts she would grow up to be a normal girl. Her mother was a former martial artist herself and her Grandfather Hercule is still worshipped as the greatest hero on Earth. She was born to be a warrior and that's the way it is.

Before long, Uncle and niece reached the spot Marron indicated in her invitation. She is already there, setting down the meals on a wooden table under a lone tree, humming to herself. Her long golden hair in a loose braid over her shoulder and she is wearing a casual white top and blue short pants. With her grace and amazing eye for details, she is the perfect lady Chichi would want her granddaughter to be, and Pan couldn't really blame her for thinking like that.

"Well look who finally showed up." Her blue, large eyes welcomed them warmly. "Thought you would ditch me."

"Why would we ditch a friend's birthday birthday picnic. We wouldn't miss it for the world." Goten responded.

Marron threw Goten an icy glare. "You almost missed my last year's birthday just because of a stupid date."

"It's because I completely forgot last year." Goten scratched the back of his head. "Oh c'mon, Marron. We're here now and that's the more important thing, right?"

Pan looked around. "Wow, we have the whole place to ourselves."

Marron nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it will be like the good old times when we used to play around the fields, jump on flower beds and roll down the hills." She gushes unabashedly, "There's supposed to be a family who will go fishing in the lake today but I managed to convince them to try someplace else." She winks at them both and continues to set down the food, humming to herself.

Both Pan and Goten looked at each other, deciding it's better to not ask how exactly she convinced them. They suspected she had her own 'mysterious' methods, just like her mother.

"Just as long as I have plenty of space to try my new moves, I don't have any problem with this," said Pan excitedly, already running to the fields and stretching her legs.

"Pan! Didn't you just train this morning? Come back here or there won't be any cakes for you." Marron raised her voice in what Pan described as her big sister voice.

Before Pan could retort, she sensed a brief flash of energy from the sky. Goten also looked up with a knowing smile. "Well, look who finally showed up. It's Mr. Hotshot himself."

Wearing a dark suit matched with a red striped necktie, Trunks emerged from the smoke of his Capsule and landed lightly on the grass beside Pan. He unconsciously patted his suit, getting rid of any wrinkle on his neatly-pressed attire, his bag slung on his shoulder.

"Sorry for being late, guys. I had to pick up Bulla from school after my meeting." He put his hands on his hips and moved his head from side-to-side, stretching his neck. "Lucky, we got here just in time before Goten hogs all the food."

"'Hogs' If your mom can hear you now." Scoffed Goten good-naturedly. During their teens, Goten learned his bestfriend has to juggle two trainings: one being given by his father for fighting and one being given by his mother for good manners and etiquette, and he has to upload these lessons without his mother around. That gave Goten endless fun of provoking him into saying and doing things that he vowed would never do especially on public.

"Eh, I've known harsher words." He shrugged and smiled at Marron, blue eyes softening. "Hey, Marron. Happy Birthday! Sorry I have to dress like a dork today."

Marron shook her head. "I'm just glad you made it. You look handsome though!" She beamed, then noticed Pan's cheeks turning bright pink. "Doesn't he, Pan?"

Pan blanched and averted her face, turning a million shades of red. "What!? I don't care what he wears! He still looks the same!"

She could feel Trunks staring at her and it made her a lot more uncomfortable. Meanwhile, her stupid uncle is just laughing at her expense. She threw him a glare but he only laughed harder.

"It's nice to see you too, Pan." Trunks smiled down at her, ignoring Goten. "Dad hasn't gotten back from space but he's concerned with your training, I can tell. Drop by Capsule Corp once he gets back, okay?"

Pan could only nod her head in response, making a mental note to give her uncle the slap of the century once they get home.

"Where is your sister, Trunks?" Marron looked around, expecting Bulla to pop in on a speed of light just as her other Saiyan friends are prone to do.

"On her way. She's supposed to be driving the aircraft by now."

"Supposed to be?"

Trunks' face gave way into a smug grin, one they are all familiar with when he's up to no good. "Let's just say I did some minor modifications in her small plane that she has to fix before taking flight." His eyes strayed towards the sky. "There she is. That was quick."

They all looked up to the yellow aircraft gliding erratically through the clouds. Like a rocket, it dove towards them in break-neck speed that Goten instinctively moved in front of Marron to protect her just in case.

But instead of spiraling down to the ground, the craft came into complete halt after several seconds, when Trunks stopped the vehicle by his hand. The engine rumbled for a few seconds before it died with a loud hiss.

"She's got to really work on her landing." Marron observed dryly.

The door of the craft slid open, and a blue-haired girl emerged out of the ship, completely unharmed but covered in soot and some grime. Her furious blue eyes, similar to Trunks, went straight to her brother and everyone, including Pan herself, braced for the incoming explosion.

"Trunks! What's the big idea of leaving me just like that!?" She marched in front of her brother and stomped her small foot in anger. "That's the fourth time you left me in the middle of nowhere with a ship that won't start. What if I couldn't fix it, huh?"

"Well you did. That's why you're here." Trunks pointed out with a grin. "Lighten up, little sister. I wouldn't cause any damage you can't fix. It's all basic engineering."

Bulla looked down at her dress with a pout. "I messed up my new dress fixing that ship, you big dork."

"What are you gonna do? Tell Papa about this? Wouldn't want to let him know how you used his training droids as mechanical pets, would you?"

Bulla glared at him but instead of retorting, she just crossed her arms against her chest. Pan forced down a small chuckle coming out of her mouth. With her pout and big scowl, she almost looked like her father.

"Don't worry, Bulla. I can help you wash yourself in the lake," Marron offered. At the sight of her, Bulla immediately brightened and she headed straight to Marron's arms.

Pan watched their embrace, feeling a little out-of-place. Both girls don't like fighting as much as she did, and she hardly spends time with them doing 'girly' stuff. She's either busy training or masquerading as Saiyan Girl to even join them in shopping or with Bulla's appetite, running any restaurant or candy shoppe dry. Even if she had the time, her grandmother makes it sure she spend it with her family, especially when her grandfather is back on Earth for a while.

Marron is a perfect big sister for both of her and Bulla, and although she is trained by her parents to fight in order to defend herself, she prefers spending time with her pets and accompanying her mother in shopping. Bulla is roughly a year and a half younger than Pan, a half-Saiyan like her father, brother and Goten, but she hardly cares about fighting. She doesn't even know how to fly yet!

"Hey there, Pan! We haven't seen you for a long time." Bulla ran towards her, grinning wide. It's true though, she only comes to Capsule Corp whenever her father wants her to pick up some equipment or research materials, or when she gets to train in the Gravity Room.

"Unlike you, Pan's too busy doing productive things and saving the world." Trunks replied. "Not dressing up droids and teaching them useless tricks."

"Shut up, Trunks. Even Grandpa said those were pretty neat tricks." Bulla smirked proudly.

"Whatever."

"Alright you two, cut it out. It's Marron's birthday. Don't spoil it with sibling squabble like you always do." Goten cheerfully said, coming in between the two.

When all the hubbub came down, the five youths were finally able to settle down to enjoy Marron's pastries and sweets. Goten proudly showed his customized bike to Trunks who studied it as an expert mechanic would. Marron is now happily handing sandwiches to the girls while humming a familiar song about cherry blossoms.

"So, Pan. How do you feel about becoming a big sister?" she asked Pan who is in the middle of chowing down her fifth chicken sandwich.

Pan shrugged. "I really don't feel like it. 'Guess because the baby isn't here yet." To be honest, she's been a little more than excited ever since her father told her the news that her mom is going to have a baby. When they learned it was going to be a boy, Pan couldn't stop herself from counting down the days her baby brother would be born. Think about it! A new Saiyan-in-training. It would be awesome if she will be the one who would train him. She can just imagine Saiyan Girl having a little sidekick in tow.

"A baby would be so cute!" Bulla piped in, eyes sparkling. While her dress is being dried off under the tree, she is wearing a white dress under her dark red jacket with a Capsule Corp logo on its back. "Lucky you, Pan. I wish we can have a baby in our house too."

Trunks gave his 8-year-old sister an amused grin. "I wished for a baby brother once. Look at how it turned out." he sighed dramatically. "I should have wished for a brand new sword instead."

"Nobody cares about you and your swords." Bulla let out her tongue at him, before turning back to Pan. "Has your Grandpa returned from Space yet."

"Nope. My Dad said he won't be back until next month, hopefully before the baby arrives," said Pan with an unmistakable sadness in her voice.

"Papa won't also return anytime soon." Bulla pouted and looked up to the sky. "Honestly, what's so fun about training?"

"Isn't he training with the King in Planet Sadla?" Pan wished she should have pleaded Uncle Vegeta to take her along. Fighting against the Saiyans in Universe 6 must be something else!

Bulla continue to frown at the sky, blue eyes squinting at the mid-day sun. "Hey….there's something falling from the sky."

The rest looked up as well. The thing in question resembles more like a bright yellow dot sailing across the sky, no bigger than the moon. Trunks, Goten and Pan immediately figured it's a ship falling from space, its size no bigger than that of Saiyan pod.

"You guys expecting any visitor from space today?" Goten asked to no one in particular. "It must be Jaco, don't you think?"

"That's not his ship, or any Galactic Patroller's for that matter." Trunks narrowed his eyes to the sky.

"Well, whoever it is, we should make sure it doesn't land on somebody else's roof," said Goten. The two launched off to the sky faster than anyone can blink. Pan was about to follow them but Goten turned back to look at her. "Pan, stay here and keep an eye on this."

He threw her a zip bag, which is surprisingly light. "What's this?"

Goten flashed her a mischievous grin. "Borrowed the Four star Dragon ball for a little bit."

Marron's eyes widened. "What, are you guys crazy?"

"We'll explain later." Goten winked at her before dashing off to chase after Trunks.

Pan eagerly unzipped the bag, dark eyes shining in excitement. Almost solemnly, she reached down and felt the cold, smooth sphere at the bottom of the bag. She felt Bulla and Marron standing beside her and their wide eyes are reflected by the unmarked surface, glinting in orange glow under the sun.

The stories of how her grandpa and his friends searched the Dragon Balls on his youth were Pan's bedtime stories ever since she was trying to learn how to walk. She knew how the story begins and how it ends - always with her grandpa and his friends' victory in the end. Yet this is the first time she held on her palm the source of all the adventures and she couldn't help but to feel a stirring on the air, as if by merely touching it, a set of not-so-ordinary events will be put into motion.

"Those guys…" Marron shakes her head. "How did they manage to sneak out a Dragon Ball from Kami's Place? Dende wouldn't agree on a stupid game like this."

"He must have let them borrow it for awhile." Bulla paused for a dramatic effect. "Big brother has been working on something lately and from the blueprints I found out in his room last week, he's been working on his own model of Dragon Radar. Maybe he and Goten wanted to test it and Dende goes along with the plan."

"Why would he make a Radar when your mom already have one?" Pan pointed out.

Bulla shrugged at that. "Mama never actually taught us how to make one. She encourages we create our own Radar without seeing her prototype or the blueprints. My brother sort of took that as a challenge out of sheer boredom. You guys know how he is."

"Yeah, well this is something I expect Goten would do, not him." Marron muttered. "Anyway, Pan. You should keep it in the bag. We don't want to attract any weirdos around who happened to saw us with that thing."

Pan turned her eyes back to the Dragon Ball on her palm. The four stars seemed to swirl the longer she stares, it's almost hypnotizing. Marron is right, though. Nothing ever good comes out in holding a powerful object in open view. She was about to put it back on Goten's bag when Bulla pointed at the sky.

"Look, Trunks and Goten are back!"

Pan quickly saw that Goten has someone on his back. Trunks is balancing a space pod between his shoulders. The sphere is in a bad shape, as if it traveled a great distance before reaching Earth. The large dent at the top seemed to have been caused by a strong impact and it maybe one of the reasons why the ship is free-falling from space.

"Marron, I hope you brought an extra plate." Goten flashed her a sheepish smile as he let down a red-skinned creature from his back. "Someone's going to join us for lunch!"