Future

In our time line, there is a great threat to everyone. They, as in the high council, has begun gathering and training warriors who have exceptional skills. The high council consists of powerful beings, most of which have never been seen before on our planet. Among them are a few select mortals with powers that no human should have. They call these people 'summoners'. Summoners have skills that people like us can due to use. People like us, being people whom have abilities that are unspeakable.

I am a warrior, genetically bred from all of the best. My grandfather is a savior, my father is a savior, but I am only sub par compared to them. That is why I've been trained in several different arts. I have powers that most people have never seen. I actively chose not to be a part of the 'union world order' that they've created...but my father said it was a necessary evil. I am to be trained by the best, then travel back into time and fix everything from happening in our time line.

I can't tell if he's doing it because he wants to save humanity again, or if he's going crazy over the loss of my mother. They killed her in order to get my attention...she was a mortal, nothing much could be done. Father tried, but even in this time line, he's not as strong as he used to be.

I have learned summons, and I can push my ability much further than my father ever supposed. As a female Saiyan, I should not be able to go super saiyan; this is just law. Females do not contain the genetic ability that the males do. The summons have enabled me to draw out that dormant power and use it; the summons also allow me to use attacks at long range, much like the Kamehameha, and several others. I am still mortal; even though I possess great skill, my abilities only go so far to defeating evil. This is why father insists I must go back – I must defeat the high council before they can grow powerful.

I must go back into the present time line and recruit warriors whom do not exist in our time line anymore. The war will be long, and the battle will be fierce, but my father knows I will survive. I am none other than Son Pan, and I was sent to earth to eliminate the threat that will be imposed. Only one problem stands in my way: father did not set the date correctly...

Present Time

"Amazing folks! This is just one of the many talents that Goten possesses, it seems like he could do anything! But up against his greatest rival, what will happen?" The announcer shouted enthusiastically to the crowd, cheering on Goten and Trunks' battle.

"Greatest rival? Pah! He gives you too much credit." Goten spit, the ebb from his saiyan form glowing around him like a halo. Both teenagers had adopted their saiyan form in hopes of defeating the other. "Our levels are pretty equally matched, but you've gotten soft in your old age."

"Soft! I'm not nearly as soft as you are, kid." Trunks hissed, throwing a punch at Goten's face. What started out as one quickly became several hundred in that same instant. Goten held off several of them, taking a hit to his jaw. "What did I tell you? You're just a child."

Regaining his composure, Goten formed a ki blast in his palms, hurtling it toward the purple haired saiyan. "Three years your junior does not make me a child compared to you!" He put the last bit of his energy toward the blast, then let it go, praying it would hit. Seconds passed before the blast hit Trunks and plowed him into the ground below.

Goten smirked, landing softly beside the saiyan laying on the ground in defeat. Transforming back to normal form, the younger boy stuck his tongue out at him. "You'll think twice before calling me a child next time, huh?" Offering his hand to Trunks after he'd been declared the victor, he hauled him to his feet. "You put up a good fight."

"So did you, but I'm not so sure about your next match. Hopefully you won't get paired up with Pan, she's pretty epic now." Trunks smirked, speaking to the younger of the two.

"She's only six."

"That never stopped her from winning before." Trunks declared, smiling to the girls as he walked away. "Hey, do you know anything about this new character? No one's even seen them, they had someone else draw for them."

"Which one is that?" Goten asked quizzically.

"Cinder. They didn't even show up to draw their own ball, but they're up against Pan in the next fight. I guess we'll see what this guy can do. What kind of name is Cinder, anyway?" Trunks walked passed Pan, offering her a nod before stepping into the locker rooms.

"Amazing folks! You just witnessed one of the battles of this century! Next up, we have Cinder versus the six year old, Son PAN! Pan is the adorable granddaughter of Hurcule Satan, so this match up should be legendary!" Chimed the announcer.

Pan stepped out onto the ring, standing in the middle of the battle field, looking back toward the hall. Where was her opponent? Hearing a slight difference in the way people spoke, she noticed that the only logical conclusion was in the air. Cinder landed gracefully in front of Pan, her long black hair billowing in the wind. Cinder had blue eyes, much like Pan did. Who was this girl?

"No way! She's hot! There's no way this girl can take Pan on, she's so...weak." Trunks murmured from beside Goten. "Her Ki signature is low compared to Pan's, do you think she even realizes that?"

"Doubt it," Goten responded stuffing his face with popcorn. "But you're right, she is hot. Wonder where she came from. I mean, she can fly, and not many people around here can do that."

"I hear that, bro." Trunks watched the fight with anticipation as both girls bowed, then got into a battle stance. "This girl has to be only eighteen or nineteen, she's too old for this."

"Shh!" Hissed a crowd of people behind them.

"Get her, Pan-Chan! You can do it!" Chichi shouted from the stadium crowd.

Videl just buried her head in her hands and waited for it to be over. And by it, she was hoping Chichi would stop. Gohan merely rubbed Videl's back and smiled. "Hey, she's our daughter. I'm sure she can handle this girl. Look at that close call when she was four? She'll be fine."

"Contestants," The announcer murmured into the microphone. "Are you ready?"

"I was born ready." Pan growled, taking on her normal stance, the one her father had taught her so many years ago. She sized her opponent, looking her up and down. The other girl mimicked her stance, but didn't do much else. She didn't move, didn't even wince at her words. Did she even know how to fight? "I'm going to take you down."

Cinder didn't speak, she merely watched Pan circle around her. After a few moments, she noticed Pan start to power up. Cinder didn't bother changing her power level, she was strong enough as it was. Pan began throwing punches and kicks, most of them getting dodged, a few landing successfully. Her strategy is sub par at best, she just throws hits and hopes to land one, Cinder thought to herself, keeping her eyes on the girl at all times. How can she be a warrior related to Son Goku if she can't even land a single hit?

Pan froze, debating her next strategy. There had to be some way to get this girl. Pan formed a ki beam on her palm, one singular blue beam, and aimed it at Cinder. Cinder didn't move, she merely stood still and waited. Pan released the beam and shot it at her opponent. When it connected, it exploded into a mass of fiery dust, but her opponent still stood. Cinder prepared a Ki blast of her own.

"What? No way!" Pan shouted, taking to the air when Cinder released her attack. "That was my strongest move! How did she just stand there and take it? This girl has to be stronger than I thought..." Pan tried to access for a weak point, but she didn't seem to have one. Her ki is so low...how did she take that attack? Unless...is she suppressing? Pan knew only one way to find out. Pan jerked slightly in her transformation to raise her ki slightly.

Cinder watched in mere fascination. A saiyan warrior who can't even raise her power level to super saiyan? Pitiful. Cinder smirked and closed her eyes; the transformation for her was effortless. She merely blinked and became a super saiyan, her once black locks now turning blonde. Her blue eyes were a sharp, crisp shade of green. "Lets go, little girl."

"No way!" Gohan shouted beside Videl. His expression had changed quickly as he watched the two fight. "She's a saiyan! But how? There were no female saiyans!" Gohan turned to his mother for answers, but she didn't provide any. "Her ki is beyond Pan's, she doesn't stand a chance. Who is this girl?"

Cinder smirked and watched Pan, the fight should be pretty easy. Pan was strong, though, something Cinder hadn't given her credit for. She did hold up this long, but only because Cinder had suppressed her power. She didn't give Pan a chance to attack, clapping her hands, she held a palm out flat and created an electric looking beam. The beam danced on her hands, moving slightly as if dancing in the wind. Cinder shot it at the younger girl, smirking when it made contact.

"No!" Pan felt the impact of the beam instantly. It was as if someone were stabbing her with a knife, draining her powers. Slowly she felt her whole life force being drained from her, before finally free falling toward the stadium grounds. Seconds passed before she landed on the tile floor with a thud that put Trunks' to shame. "I...can't feel anything..."

"You're paralyzed," Cinder murmured, landing quietly beside her, kneeling to her level. "You won't be able to fight back. It's best this way; I deserved to win anyway." Cinder walked away from her, leaving a stunned crowd behind.

"Wait!" Gohan shouted at her retreating form. Videl watched helplessly as Pan was moved onto a stretcher. Gohan began to seethe with anger. "Can you fix her? You won the match...but can you help her? Please."

"I suppose." Cinder smirked, turning on her heel toward him. "But what's in it for me?"

"If you don't, then I'll kill you myself." Gohan sneered, stepping onto the ring as he walked after her. His pace was steady with her arrogant one. "My daughter is too young for this..."

"You expected me to go easy on her because she's a child?" Cinder asked, hissing at Gohan. "You allowed her to enter into an adult division. YOU allowed her to continue this battle. And you didn't train her properly."

"I trained her just fine! She's a great fighter, but that stunt you pulled was not regulation! You cannot paralyze your opponent for the sake of winning!" Gohan stood toe to toe with the older woman now. Her hair had long since changed back to black, long enough to practically touch the floor. "You could have killed her...and you knew that. That's why you did it, isn't it?"

"I had no intention of killing her. And that stunt I pulled," She smiled and walked away. "Well, I'm sure you remember a similar feeling of helplessness, don't you, Gohan?"

"Wh-how do you know my name?" He asked, stepping a bit closer to the woman in question, glaring at her over his glasses.

"If you were as great a father as you claim...you should already know." Cinder turned to walk away, but he had grabbed her arm, holding it tightly. "Let me go."

"Who are you? And what do you want with my daughter?" Gohan hissed, his grip getting harder as he spoke, his eyes flashing between green and black.

"I am your daughter!" Cinder hissed, tearing a part of her shirt sleeve to show the exact place where Pan had been hit in the battle. The scar was long since healed now, but it was still there. "And she will be fine."

"Wait, you're not much younger than me...how are you my..." He paused, his mind reeling with different answers, wondering if maybe there was something he could do to figure this out quicker. "You're her...you're Pan from the future, aren't you?"

"If I say yes, will you go away and let me do my job?" Cinder asked, maybe a little too harsh for her own liking.

His tone changed between anger and malice. Just slightly worse than the other. "What is your job?"

"To keep your daughter alive, and protect your wife." Cinder responded with a small smile.

"Keep my daughter alive? Paralyzing her won't help that! And protect my wife from what?" Gohan asked, chasing after Cinder as she walked away from him.

"The threat that's going to destroy your whole life and take your wife's life with it."

"What are you talking about?" He asked again, this time yanking her hand back. "Tell me how you know this!"

"Because. You sent me back to this time. There's a threat to humanity in my time line. They killed Videl in order to create me, a mercenary that has no emotion, and no fear paralyzing small children. Now if you don't let me go, your daughter will die." Cinder's words rang in his head, dancing around like a flame on water. How can he be positive this was the real thing? He gripped her wrist harder. She was a saiyan, that was for sure, but females couldn't go super saiyan. "Let me go."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

Cinder pulled her hand away from his, ripping a locket from around her neck and showing it to him. Inside it was a picture of her in her present form and her father, but no Videl. The other side of the locket contained an inscription that he could barely see. Follow the sound of m y heart. - GS

"What does that mean?" Gohan asked, releasing her hand. The next instant, the locket was ripped from his hands and put back around her neck. "If you're my daughter..."

"It means that if I don't start walking soon, Pan will die, and that if you don't stop asking questions, I'll probably hurt you. Now, walk with me and I'll answer some of your questions." Cinder murmured, walking swiftly through the halls. Her footsteps echoed with each step she took, navigating her way through the halls like she knew them. "The inscription on the locket," She began speaking again after a long silence, "Was my mission objective. To find you and keep you from going anywhere. This was the best way to draw you out...paralyzing your daughter, I mean."

"You'll help her, right? You won't leave her like that, will you?" Gohan asked, watching the older version of his daughter navigate the halls.

"I'm going to help her now, you need to stop asking the same thing over and over." She stopped at the room, holding her hand on the door knob. "Videl and Pan can not know about this. If she does, it will compromise the entire mission, got it?"

"Sure."

Cinder stepped into the room, looking between Videl and Pan. Pan did look rather pitiful laying there helpless. It was just like that time when she was training, and her father had taken her out. How many times had that happened while training? She couldn't even count anymore. When Videl died, he changed, he became her enemy, pushing her to train harder. He was the reason she had no emotions, he was the reason she was so terrible. "Get her out of here! I don't want her in here!" Videl shouted, lunging toward Cinder.

Gohan grabbed his wife, wrapping her in his arms, quietly embracing her to him. "Videl, trust me on this. Cinder didn't mean to hurt her like that. She had to win the match, there's a greater threat among the fighters that Pan herself wouldn't be able to handle." Videl fought back, trying to get free from him, but it was no use. She stood and watched helplessly as Cinder put her hand against Pan's forehead.

"Gohan! Don't let her touch her! She's already done more harm than good! I don't want to lose our little girl!" Videl shrieked, glaring between the two of them. Videl broke free and tried to grab onto Cinder's hand, but the girl merely raised a hand with a ki ball on her fingertip, aiming for Videl's head. "Please don't hurt her..."

Gohan grabbed Videl again, closing his eyes slowly. It was rather painful to watch their daughter get hurt, but nothing was worse than the note of pain in Videl's voice while she pleaded with Cinder to stop. "She'll be alright. You told me before that you trust me, and I assure you that Cinder does not have any ulterior motive for Pan. She'll be fine."

Cinder moved her hand back to her side, still holding one to Pan's forehead. "What is she doing?"

"I'm imprinting," Cinder answered, looking back at Videl for a brief moment.

"That wasn't part of the plan!" Gohan shouted, his anger beginning to rise again.

"If I don't imprint the mission, she'll die in the battle. I'm giving her my skills." Cinder responded, looking at her father. "Either I give her my skills, or she dies in the grand battle. You can choose, but it really doesn't matter." When she finished that, she moved both hands above the younger girls' chest, holding them there as a blue light formed. "I will heal her. But you must promise me that you will let me continue my mission."

"I promise," Gohan answered, holding his wife tighter as she squirmed. She tried to free herself, but every time she got a little leeway, he held her tighter. "I trust you, Cinder."

"Gohan! She'll kill her!" Videl shrieked, turning to face him. "Please! Don't let her kill our baby!"

"She won't kill her." Came the solemn response from her husband.

In tears now, Videl grabbed onto his hand and held it tight. "How are you so sure?"

Gohan's answer was quiet, almost inaudible. "Because I'm the one that told her to do it."


Short chapters, I suck at battle scenes. I just wanted to get this one out there. Tis been on my mind for several years now xD