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Chapter 12: Adrenaline
Pan barely heard the announcement: "Our next match, Piccolo versus Pan! Would the contestants please come into the center of the ring!"
She tried to come to grips with herself. Why was she so nervous? It was just sparring anyway, just in front of what had to be a thousand people..
She clenched her fists and was about to walk into the sunlight when a hand caught her shoulder. It was light purple. She turned around to face the Supreme Kai.
"Pan, I would like to wish you luck," Kai said.
"Thank you, sir," Pan said, unsure of what she should do. Should she bow?
"There is no need to be so formal," he replied, as if reading her thoughts. Then again perhaps he could. "Piccolo is a formidable opponent, but you can defeat him, if you've the will." She doubted that. He continued, "What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us," It was here he touched her heart, beating rather rapidly, but slowing down to his touch.
"Just remember that, Pan, and you will do wonderfully," then he walked away, and disappeared. Now how did he do that?
Pan had but a moment to think about quotes and disappearing acts because they announced her name again and she sprinted out into the center of the ring. Cheers reached her ears, and she looked up and around, thousands of people stared down at her. She grinned. She suddenly felt a lot more excited.
Piccolo stood before her and the host was between them. "Fighting stances! Ready..Guard!"
Rush of adrenaline, Piccolo charging at her, and her mind telling her body exactly what to do. She charged him back, both screaming to increase their energy. They met head on, and in a continuation of blocks, punches, and kicks; they fought, Piccolo rather surprised, and Pan challenged. Piccolo jumped out of the blur, doing a back flip as his exit. Catching Pan off guard, Piccolo stopped his midway flip and kicked her instead, in the face.
"Ahhhh!" She clutched her nose, but wiped the blood away and charged him again. But she changed direction, hoping Piccolo would miss her. He didn't; he came up right in front of her, and she was taken aback once more. She did a quick cartwheel to the side and gave a ki blast at the green man. It hit him and he swore.
With great speed he punched her and she slid across the ground, and Piccolo rose into the air and did a flurry of ki blasts at her. Nine times it hit her, but it was yet to be over. Piccolo charged up and threw a big one at her, one that would surely rattle her brains. She didn't enter to be beaten by her father's trainer; she entered to win. And beat Trunks. She raised her own power level and retaliated against Piccolo's yellow beam of light and energy.
"Kamehame..ha!" And her grandfather's favorite move came screaming out of her hands as she thrust them forward. But something was wrong. All wrong. The supposedly blue light was not present, but a red with black edging had taken its place. She was confused for a milli- second, but then regained her wits and put her back into the power.
Now the yellow and red battled each other, a white sparking where the two colors met. Pan grinned; this was fabulous. She couldn't have imagined a better fight. But it was over, she was positive. Screaming once more, she put another bit of energy into the blast and that was all that it needed. Piccolo was engulfed in the red, yet she knew it wouldn't damage him that much, it would do only what she required. And that was to put him out of the ring.
When a boom rang out and the dust finally cleared, Piccolo sat on the grass on the right side of Pan, his arms up in a sign of guard. He was smoking but appeared to be fine. The crowd erupted into cheers that made even the angels look down from their clouds.
"Oh my gosh! That was amazing! A spectacular performance! Congratulations Pan, you advance to the next round!" Those had to be the most beautiful and comforting words Pan had heard in a long time.
"Yes," she breathed, and she hopped down from the ring and went to give Piccolo a hand.
"Thanks," he grunted, and then grinned. "That has to be one of the more interesting fights I've ever had. It felt like I was sparring Gohan again, back when he was your age. A good run for my money."
She laughed, "Thanks, all in the family, I guess. Come on; let's go get a seat. #18 is up next." After that, Pan would learn that Piccolo was indeed a very good friend, and a good one to have, too. He was practically an uncle, and she felt completely comfortable with him.
A man named Doomsday Dan fought with Number 18; he lasted about five minutes before Krillin's wife got bored. She knocked him unconscious, probably tired of all the ring outs. He would have a fine bruise on his head, but nothing else except broken pride.
As the host announced #18's victory, Pan wondered how her next match would go. #18 was indeed powerful and crafty, but Pan had the determination to outlast a tornado. There was no way Pan was going to let the android win. She was certainly not going to be swept away to the Land of Oz. It would be her opponent who would end up on the other side of the rainbow.
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Chapter 12: Adrenaline
Pan barely heard the announcement: "Our next match, Piccolo versus Pan! Would the contestants please come into the center of the ring!"
She tried to come to grips with herself. Why was she so nervous? It was just sparring anyway, just in front of what had to be a thousand people..
She clenched her fists and was about to walk into the sunlight when a hand caught her shoulder. It was light purple. She turned around to face the Supreme Kai.
"Pan, I would like to wish you luck," Kai said.
"Thank you, sir," Pan said, unsure of what she should do. Should she bow?
"There is no need to be so formal," he replied, as if reading her thoughts. Then again perhaps he could. "Piccolo is a formidable opponent, but you can defeat him, if you've the will." She doubted that. He continued, "What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us," It was here he touched her heart, beating rather rapidly, but slowing down to his touch.
"Just remember that, Pan, and you will do wonderfully," then he walked away, and disappeared. Now how did he do that?
Pan had but a moment to think about quotes and disappearing acts because they announced her name again and she sprinted out into the center of the ring. Cheers reached her ears, and she looked up and around, thousands of people stared down at her. She grinned. She suddenly felt a lot more excited.
Piccolo stood before her and the host was between them. "Fighting stances! Ready..Guard!"
Rush of adrenaline, Piccolo charging at her, and her mind telling her body exactly what to do. She charged him back, both screaming to increase their energy. They met head on, and in a continuation of blocks, punches, and kicks; they fought, Piccolo rather surprised, and Pan challenged. Piccolo jumped out of the blur, doing a back flip as his exit. Catching Pan off guard, Piccolo stopped his midway flip and kicked her instead, in the face.
"Ahhhh!" She clutched her nose, but wiped the blood away and charged him again. But she changed direction, hoping Piccolo would miss her. He didn't; he came up right in front of her, and she was taken aback once more. She did a quick cartwheel to the side and gave a ki blast at the green man. It hit him and he swore.
With great speed he punched her and she slid across the ground, and Piccolo rose into the air and did a flurry of ki blasts at her. Nine times it hit her, but it was yet to be over. Piccolo charged up and threw a big one at her, one that would surely rattle her brains. She didn't enter to be beaten by her father's trainer; she entered to win. And beat Trunks. She raised her own power level and retaliated against Piccolo's yellow beam of light and energy.
"Kamehame..ha!" And her grandfather's favorite move came screaming out of her hands as she thrust them forward. But something was wrong. All wrong. The supposedly blue light was not present, but a red with black edging had taken its place. She was confused for a milli- second, but then regained her wits and put her back into the power.
Now the yellow and red battled each other, a white sparking where the two colors met. Pan grinned; this was fabulous. She couldn't have imagined a better fight. But it was over, she was positive. Screaming once more, she put another bit of energy into the blast and that was all that it needed. Piccolo was engulfed in the red, yet she knew it wouldn't damage him that much, it would do only what she required. And that was to put him out of the ring.
When a boom rang out and the dust finally cleared, Piccolo sat on the grass on the right side of Pan, his arms up in a sign of guard. He was smoking but appeared to be fine. The crowd erupted into cheers that made even the angels look down from their clouds.
"Oh my gosh! That was amazing! A spectacular performance! Congratulations Pan, you advance to the next round!" Those had to be the most beautiful and comforting words Pan had heard in a long time.
"Yes," she breathed, and she hopped down from the ring and went to give Piccolo a hand.
"Thanks," he grunted, and then grinned. "That has to be one of the more interesting fights I've ever had. It felt like I was sparring Gohan again, back when he was your age. A good run for my money."
She laughed, "Thanks, all in the family, I guess. Come on; let's go get a seat. #18 is up next." After that, Pan would learn that Piccolo was indeed a very good friend, and a good one to have, too. He was practically an uncle, and she felt completely comfortable with him.
A man named Doomsday Dan fought with Number 18; he lasted about five minutes before Krillin's wife got bored. She knocked him unconscious, probably tired of all the ring outs. He would have a fine bruise on his head, but nothing else except broken pride.
As the host announced #18's victory, Pan wondered how her next match would go. #18 was indeed powerful and crafty, but Pan had the determination to outlast a tornado. There was no way Pan was going to let the android win. She was certainly not going to be swept away to the Land of Oz. It would be her opponent who would end up on the other side of the rainbow.
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