Vee: Here we are...Born to be Kings...we're the princes of the universe...
Reda: Vee, how many times am I going to tell you to shut up?
Vee: I don't know. I haven't been counting.
Goku: Can I pull it now?
Reda: No! You pulled the connection too early last time and I didn't get the chance to ask for reviews!
Goku: I'm sorry...I won't do it again...Now can I please pull it?
Reda: Oh...all right...
Goku: Yippee! (Pulls connection)
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Chapter 23: Pan's Fight
Who's going to win? Goku or Gohan? Well...after that question is finally answered it will be Pan's turn to fight. Finally, we have Pan vs. Piccolo. I can't wait to see...uh...read that. Has Pan trained enough to beat the Super Namek? Keep in mind Piccolo has the power to at least battle Seventeen.
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Goku stared at his son, waiting for the right moment. He could almost feel Vegeta's impatient eagerness down below, and the Super Saiyan knew that he could not drag this fight on any longer. After all, he only had a day to spend here, and he did want to spend some time with his family.
Gohan blinked, and Goku moved. The SS2 flew forward in the air fist out, prepared to punch it into Gohan. As he neared his son he froze and spun around to thrust his foot into the Mystic's gut. Gohan had done an afterimage on him, but it hadn't worked because Goku was following his senses not his eyes.
Because Gohan hadn't expected that to happen, he was hit, but it didn't slow him down. The confident Mystic warrior shoved forward and forced his father into another flurry of speed fighting. Only this time his father's attacks hit their target more often. Goku was finished playing with him, and Gohan realized the fun was over.
The elder Super Saiyan smirked as his only warning. Gohan drove his fist out, hit air, and then felt a pain in his back as his father's foot hit his spinal cord. Gohan tried to spin around, but found his father's fist in his face and he went flying toward the ground beside the ring. Before the Mystic warrior could turn himself in the air to land on the ring, Goku's foot came driving into his gut and in the next breath Gohan's back was lying against the ground.
Wow! I didn't know Dad could move that fast. What has he learned under Psyfoam anyway?
Gohan sat up, popping his back in the process. He noticed his father reaching out a hand to help him up, and of course he accepted with a smile, powering down. Goku's golden form had already retreated back to normal as soon as Gohan had landed outside the ring and ended the fight.
Before Gohan could comment on his dad's improvement in fighting style, Vegeta's voice broke through. "Kakarot, since when have you moved like that in a fight? You could have beaten Buu in 5 minutes had you done something like that!"
Goku put a hand behind his hair as he made that classic grin. "Give me a break, Vegeta. Being with Psyfoam has kind of forced me to improve fast; I guess I should be thanking him for that at least."
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Psyfoam grinned at Goku's statement. "That's right, Goku. Thank me, don't turn against me."
In the shadows, just beyond the door, Vee opened his mouth in surprise and gulped down his guffaw. Did Psyfoam just give the impression that he was worried about Kakarot? Why Kakarot? He couldn't' be improving that fast, could he?
Vee looked at Psyfoam's computer, remembering Kakarot's fight with his son. Well...Kakarot does seem to be improving faster than he had. But how? It took him at least a year to discover how to make his power as a SS4 be equal to his SS2 transformation. If Kakarot had done the same in one day...how powerful would he be in 3 years if Psyfoam continued to train him?
Vee smirked, understanding Psyfoam's worry. Psyfoam, I swore that you would be destroyed before I turned 18. With Kakarot on our side now, I think you've made your demise certain. You will be defeated Psyfoam, and even if teamwork knocks you down; I will be the one to deliver the final blow.
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Standing just behind her mother with her arms crossed, Pan was again stunned by her grandfather's impressive style and power. She would always be amazed at what he could do in a battle, and she would always shudder in cold shock at the memory of seeing Goku cry when Psyfoam was bringing the mighty Saiyan under his control.
The red bandana in her hair waved in the wind as she looked toward her first opponent, Piccolo. The green Namek looked calm and prepared for the battle ahead, even though he had seemed nervous when he had first drawn his number. Pan raised one corner of her mouth. It's about time for someone to be scared of my power. At last, I can prove to my father and mother that I'm not just a little girl, especially not with my grandfather's Saiyan blood in me.
Pan turned her eyes to her mighty Saiyan grandfather. Goku was trying to explain something to Vegeta, Gohan, and Krillin, all who were interested. She watched his strange gestures and motions, loving the way such a great fighter could be so carefree when he no longer held onto his freedom. Goku would always be the most loved Saiyan in the universe, no matter what happened to be; he'd always be the favorite.
Videl caught Pan's attention by placing both hands on her daughter's shoulder. "It's your turn Pan. Now you be careful. We wouldn't want the ring destroyed this early; let Vegeta and Goku take care of that in their battle; you be gentle."
"But what if I beat Piccolo and I have to fight Grandpa?" Pan asked, already planning ahead.
Over by his little quiet spot, Piccolo picked up Pan's comment and snorted. "She thinks I'm a push over," he muttered, "because her father has surpassed me greatly, no doubt."
Videl sighed, "Pan will you please focus on the here and now for once."
"Well, okay," the 14-year-old agreed, reluctantly.
Gohan's voice carried into Pan's ears as her mother stood back up to full height with a smile. "Pan! Piccolo! Your fight's up. We don't have all day you know."
Pan rolled her eyes at her father's geeky phrase as she walked up to the tournament ring. She jumped up to the hard stone floor, her shoes clicking as she landed. Piccolo appeared on the other side of the ring, cape and turban already removed. She grinned at him and got in her awesome stance, eyebrows lowering. Piccolo took a nice defensive stance to counter Pan's, gathering up all his power to show Pan he was not a push over.
"Go at it you two, and I must say be careful, Pan!" Gohan said rather loudly.
"Dad..." Pan muttered her eyes concentrated on the green Super Namek before her.
"Gohan let your daughter fight it out. She is a Saiyan," Goku said, clapping his hand on his son's back.
Pan silently thanked her grandfather for standing up for her, and then pushed forward with her right foot to shoot at her opponent. The red bandana flapped in the wind, as did her shirt, and silver chain connected to her belt. A big vibration occurred up and down her right arm as her punch was blocked by Piccolo's huge green arm.
The Namek's fangs flashed in the light as he moved to allow his own right arm to aim for Pan below their two arms. The young Saiyan girl was quicker than expected and grabbed hold of Piccolo's arm at the same time her foot came up to kick him in the gut.
The Super Namek released his grip and Pan's right fist was free to punch his chin. The green alien fell backwards, but shot out a swing-kick as he fell. Pan easily jumped it and instantly used her air borne position to dive at the falling Piccolo.
However, the Namek has seen this coming and he jabbed out his fist to knock into her face. Pan stopped her dive and jumped back away fro the Super Namek, holding her hand up to a bleeding nose.
"Ouch! The nose...uncalled for, Piccolo! I need to keep my face clean; I don't care if you hit me anywhere else but leave the face alone!"
On the sidelines, Goku dropped his arms in shock as Gohan's eyes widened. "She doesn't want her face touched..." Gohan drifted.
"Yeah right," Goku guffawed. "Give me a break. This is a fight!"
Goten was laughing at Trunks's somewhat embarrassed pose. "Trunks, she sounded like you there! Have you two been spending time together?"
Vegeta perked up as his son answered, "No...I don't know where she got that from..."
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Vee sweat dropped at Pan's words on the battlefield. Girls, I'll never understand them, even Reda's like that at times.
Psyfoam made a thoughtful noise. "What else can this girl do? So far everything she's done is impressive for her age."
Psyfoam, I'll never understand you. Girls freak me out enough, don't you start. Oh wait! Too late for that request.
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After the bleeding had stopped flowing from her nose, Pan got back in her stance and charged out again. This time she was angry.
Piccolo blocked her attacks as best he could, but one kick made it through and sent him toward the edge of the ring. He balanced his soles on the very edge of the stone, but Pan quickly came from behind and punched his spine.
The Namek froze up because of his nervous system and Pan used the opportunity to zanzoken in front of him and simply pushed him out. The Namek hit grass and Pan crossed her arms in victory. Her black jeans had stains of red from one or two cuts, but other than her nose she was fine.
The teenager walked off the ring, red bandana blowing behind her. Her point had begun to surface. Everyone now accepted her as a great fighter, but because of the nose incident she was only considered on equal terms with her mother.
But no matter what they thought of her fighting skills or different style, Pan had still beaten a Super Namek and had earned a fight with her grandfather, Goku, the master of martial arts.
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Vee: Now, that's what I call fighting!
Reda: Vee...
Vee: I know, I know...Don't give anything away.
Reda: Good. Now, Goku let me ask for reviews before you pull the connection.
Goku: Ok...
Reda: It's kind of hard to write the fights instead of watching them. I just kind of imagine it in my head and write down what I see, so review me and tell me if the fights are good, or if you just skip over them like I do with a lot of fanfics.
Vee: No wonder you read so fast sometimes...
Reda: Vee...
Vee: And hear I thought you were a fast reader, but now you tell me you were just skipping over the fights.
Reda: In some fanfics, Vee, because it's very hard to write a fight and stay on the main story at the same time.
Vee: Yeah, whatever...
Reda: Anyways, I would like to know if when I write these fights they create images or if they're just words on a screen. Thanks for your input. All right, Goku. Now you can pull it.
Goku: Ok...(Pulls connection)