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Saiyan Games
Chapter Three: I'm Late!!! And the Tournament is Where?!
Story By: Kitar
Edited By: Fallen Virtue
The sun was streaming through the window when Pan woke up. She yawned. "Wait a minute... the sun is already up? AHHHHH!!!! I'm late!!!" She threw on some clean clothes and ran downstairs to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she found her uncle trying to boil an egg by running it under hot water. He burned his hand and dropped the egg into the sink for the fifth time. Pan raised an eyebrow, and wondered why the egg hadn't broken yet. Then he dropped it for the sixth time, and SPLAT, egg all over the sink. And Goten.
An egg covered Goten turned to her and gave her a puppy dog face. "Can you make breakfast?"
Pan looked at Goten, seeing how miserable he looked with the sad face he was making and she sighed, giving in. "All right, but I'm running late so I can't take too long."
Goten's eyes lit up. He ran over to Pan and gave her a huge hug. "Thank you! You're the best niece in the whole world!" Goten began dancing around the kitchen, still holding onto Pan.
"Okay Goten, enough, I need to make breakfast, so find someone else to bother for the next 10 minutes or so. Okay?" Pan pried Goten off and went to work making breakfast.
She made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, and set out a bowl of fruit. Then she went to find Goten. She discovered him talking to some kind of bug in the living room. "I spin kicked him and then I..."
Pan walked up to her uncle and tapped him on the shoulder. "Umm... Goten? Breakfast is ready."
"BREAKFAST!!!!" He forgot all about his bug friend and ran into the kitchen.
Pan yelled to him as he ran past. "I have to go see where the tournament is being held. I forgot to write it down. I'll be back later, okay?"
Goten didn't acknowledge anything she said until he had finished off all the scrambled eggs, and half the fruit. He paused for a second before yelling back. "Okay, I'll see you later then."
Pan shook her head and walked out the door. She flew to the city, landed, and then began searching for the pizza shop. She had gone down 14 streets with no luck and it was almost lunch time. "I better find that place and fast, or Goten'll try making lunch." She pictured the house in her mind with him attempting to make lunch and cringed. Pan pushed her thoughts aside and glanced up at her surroundings.
"Wait a minute, I remember this: Saiyan food, Changeling, and the Pizza Shop!" She ran inside the pizza shop nearly knocking over a couple coming out. The same bartender from before was there. She waved to Uubu and jogged over to the bulletin board. "Lets see... Ah, here it is, the Tournament. Saturday at 12:00 Noon... What?! It's at the palace? That means its an important tournament... Damn, I better get home before Goten blows up the house."
Pan flew home still thinking about the tournament. "Why would the King want to find the strongest female on the planet? It doesn't make sense, King Vegeta thinks all women are too weak. There are only a handful he'll even let go on missions." Pan reached the house frustrated and completely confused.
She walked into the house at three-twenty and found Goten talking to his bug friend again. "You really don't know where I can get a good meal, huh? You see, I'm starving to death because my niece is out right now and I don't know how to cook." Pan watched his conversation with the bug for a few minutes and then cleared her throat to get his attention. Goten spun around so fast he just about stepped on the bug. "Pan!!! You're home! Can you make lunch, err... supper? PLEASE?!?!?"
Pan looked at her uncle's face and bowed her head in defeat once again. "Okay, but then I have to go train for a while, alright? Goten?!" She turned to him, but he was taking to the bug again. She began wondering if he really could understand what the bug was saying, or for that matter, if bugs could talk. "Oh well, I better get to work on the food..."
Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten today. "...and I better make a lot of it." She walked into the kitchen and began looking for something to make.
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**Meanwhile, at the Palace**
Vegeta reread the letter for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Dear Veggie, King of the Monkeys,
I demand you send me your son and daughter to take place in a tournament.
If they win, I'll leave you and your pathetic little planet alone.
However, if they lose or are killed, I'll blow your tiny, worthless, planet
to kingdom come. I'll come by to pick up your brats a week from today.
Thank you for your corporation.
Signed, Freiza
He made a fist, crushing the letter. Not only had Freiza insulted him and his race, but he wanted Bra. His little princess. It'd be a cold day in Hell when he got her. Vegeta paced the floor. It'd been almost a week since the letter came.
"I can't send Bra, there is no way she'll survive. Freiza knows that. He thinks he has me this time. Well, I'll just have to outsmart him again." Vegeta smirked and walked off the find "The Boy" and get a good spar in. "If that brat has to defend this planet, he's going to be ready. I'll make damn sure of that."
O.o The plot thickens, wait a minute, I have a plot? Why didn't you tell me! >.
Characters are © Akira Toriyama (aka: Not Me)