A/N: Thanks again to everyone that's been reviewing, I really get a kick
out of hearing from you all. Hopefully no one is finding the whole Pan
getting captured thing too boring, it just didn't seem right to say, "Pan
flew in her space ship to New Namek completely without incident." Also, I
was feeling kind of bad for having Pan not really get to do much kicking
butt yet this story, so let's just say that her "captors" are about to
start having a bad day. Enjoy!
Chapter 31
Akira had never felt so tired in his entire life or, for the moment, lack there of. King Kai increased the weight of his clothes every time he started to grow accustomed to them; and it didn't help that he'd been forced to remain a Super Saiyan for nearly a week in addition to all the training the Kai was making him do. All these things were combining to wear him out quickly, but he refused to let his exhaustion show.
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King Kai watched the young man as he spared with Piccolo. Akira simply amazed him. Even with all the added weight and the fatigue that he was surely feeling from maintaining his Super Saiyan form, the young man was still picking Piccolo apart. The god of the northern quadrant almost wished the next Other World Tournament was tomorrow, just so he could see the other kais' faces when his young protégé mopped the ring with their best fighters.
The sudden appearance of two large powers woke King Kai from his daydream. He turned and smiled.
"Ah, Olibu, good to see you," he said to the tall man with long blond hair, "And Pikkon, I'm glad you could make it, though I must say that I'm surprised West Kai let you come."
The green skinned man smiled, "The insistence of the Supreme Kai is the only reason he gave in, but he does want me to tell you that he won't be surprised if you don't bother competing in the next tournament after you see how powerful I've become."
King Kai's smile faded; he was about to tell Pikkon what he thought of the West Kai when Piccolo crashed into the ground next to him. Akira quickly landed and helped the Namekian to his feet.
"Sorry about that Piccolo, I guess I got a little carried away," the young man said and then smiled as he noticed the two new comers. "Oh, uh... hi. I hope we didn't interrupt anything."
"Not at all, Akira," King Kai said regaining his pleasant smile. Actually Olibu and Pikkon are here to help with your training. As soon as we've all eaten and you've had a chance to rest a bit, they and Piccolo will be sparring three on one against you."
Olibu's mouth hung open in shock and Pikkon said, "Surely you must be joking! There's no way this kid could keep up with just me, let alone the three of us."
"Oh really?" King Kai asked mischievously. "I tell you what, why don't you and Akira go one on one while I get dinner ready." Then he turned to Akira and whispered, "Take off the sweat shirt for this one, but leave the pants on... I don't want it to be too easy for you."
King Kai had barely finished chopping the vegetables when he saw Pikkon plummet to the ground just outside the window. The kai would have given anything to have West Kai standing next to him at that moment.
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Gohan barely managed to duck in time as Vegeta's fist whistled over his head. He tried to counter with an uppercut, but the Saiyan Prince blocked it with ease. The two of them flew around the gravity room, punching and kicking as they went.
Finally Gohan found an opening, "Masenko-ha!" The ki attack doubled Vegeta over as it struck his stomach. Gohan was about to press his advantage when he sensed a presence behind him; he dodged and Goten's foot sailed past him. As he turned to attack Goten, Gohan's senses sent him another warning and he quickly sidestepped, this time narrowly avoiding a ki blast from Vegeta. The blast struck a surprised Goten in the chest, creating a small explosion. Gohan used the confusion to escape to the far side of the room where he watched Vegeta and Goten begin to pummel each other while he caught his breath.
~Man, these training sessions are getting intense,~ Gohan thought. Suddenly he felt a large ki flare up behind him, he turned just in time to receive a vicious blow to the chest from Trunks. The shot knocked him back into the battle between Goten and Vegeta, with Trunks charging after him. For several minutes the battle was a free-for-all as the four Saiyans pounded on each other. Then all three younger Saiyans turned on Vegeta. The four of them transformed into Super Saiyans and the battle continued to rage on for over an hour.
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Bulma, Chi-chi, and Valese were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a quiet cup of coffee when a loud explosion broke the peaceful silence. The three women didn't look surprised; Bulma checked the clock on the wall and scowled.
"Damn! Couldn't they have waited twelve more minutes?" she asked as she reached into her pocket, fished out a paper bill and handed it to Chi-chi.
The dark haired woman smiled and pocketed the bill, "Pleasure doing business with you Bulma. Same bet tomorrow?"
"Yeah, put me down for a 3:30 explosion. You want in on this Valese?"
"Sure, I'll take 4:00. Maybe they'll be a little tired after today," Valese said. Bulma and Chi-chi looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Yeah right! Training and fighting are the only things Saiyans never get tired of," Chi-chi said as she tried to recover her composure.
"Oh, those aren't the only things..." Valese replied with a mischievous grin; all three women began laughing again.
"Damn it woman, where's all the food?" Vegeta yelled from the kitchen.
Bulma stopped laughing just long enough to yell back, "The four of you ate it all yesterday. Videl's picking up the pizzas now, she should be back any moment. Why don't you four go clean yourselves up while we wait, I can smell you from here!" The women returned to their laughter as the four warriors headed for the showers.
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Pan was roughly pushed into a large, dark room full of frightened slaves. She made a show of crying out in pain as she hit the floor; the guard laughed and slammed the door shut.
"Are you alright?" a small, furry alien asked, helping Pan to her feet.
"Yeah, thanks," Pan said as she looked around the cell. The large room was lit by only a dim, flickering light and there were about twenty aliens composed of several different species huddled in small groups. Most of the slaves paid little or no attention to the new comer, "So, who are those guys?" the Saiyan said as she stood up and dusted off her pants.
"They are called the Dandoro. They used to work for the mighty Frieza a long time ago, harassing ships that flew through his empire without permission, but ever since he was killed and his empire collapsed, they have become slave traders and pirates." The little creature looked scared as she said, "We're being taken to Oson to be sold."
Pan smiled reassuringly at her new friend. "They aren't going to get that far. By the way, my name is Pan, what's yours?"
"I'm Koira."
"Well Koira, I'm going to get us out of here so you don't need to worry."
"You're going to get us out of here?" the little alien asked in surprise. "How are you going to do that?"
Pan looked around until she spotted a small cup made of metal; she picked it up and crushed it with ease, smiling as her little friend stared at her in wonder. "The only problem is that I can't stay with this ship after the Dondoro are taken care of, I'm on an important mission that I have to get back to. Do you know many of the other slaves? Could any of them fly this ship?"
Koira smiled and nodded, "My dad's a pilot, he was the captain of our ship," she said with no small amount of pride.
"Perfect, let's go talk to him," Pan said and then hurried after Koira who was racing in the direction of her father. A few minutes later, all the other slaves were gathered around them.
"Okay, here's the deal," Pan said, "I'm going to get you all out." Most of the slaves, especially the ones that were bigger than her, looked very skeptical.
"If you cause trouble, they'll cut off the food supply for all of us!" one of the slaves said. Another added, "They won't hesitate to kill you just because you're young. And after your dead, we'll be the ones that pay for your stupidity."
"If we all help, Pan is sure to win," little Koira retorted angrily.
"And what do you suggest we fight them with? Food bowls and rags don't hold up too well against blaster rifles!" a slave yelled from the back, her comments were followed by several shouts of agreement.
Pan held up her hands, trying to quiet the crowd as she said, "None of you have to do a thing, I can handle the Dondoro on my own. All you have to do is man the ship when I'm done with them." She turned and walked towards the door while many in the crowd laughed at her.
Pan knocked politely on the door as soon as she reached it. "What do you want, slave?" the guard asked as he peered through a small hole at her.
"Oh, sorry to disturb you," Pan said sweetly, "I just thought that you should know that this door is broken."
"What are you talking about?" the guard growled.
Pan answered by slamming her fist against the door, knocking it off its hinges and smashing the guard against the far wall. The young Saiyan walked out of the cell, squinting her eyes as they grew used to the brighter lights, picked up the guard's weapon, and broke it in half. Then she stepped over the unconscious Dondoro and walked down the hall, Koira following at her heels.
Pan looked down at her friend and smiled. "When we meet more of them, just stay back, I don't want you getting hurt, okay?" Koira nodded happily in agreement.
About thirty feet down the hall they came to a large door behind which Pan could sense several Dondoro. She motioned for Koira to stand back, and then she punched a hole in the door and ripped it open. There were six of the bug-like aliens behind the door. Pan figured she must have found some sort of living quarters because several of the aliens were lying down and didn't have their armor on.
In less than ten seconds five of the aliens were unconscious and the last one was clutching Pan's arm as she hovered and held him a foot off the ground by his neck.
"Where is you leader?" Pan asked evenly.
"Commander... Sefu... is on the bridge," the Dondoro barely managed to get the words out of his pinched windpipe.
Pan pulled him closer, "Where?" she yelled.
The alien pointed in the proper direction just before Pan tossed him against the wall, knocking him out. She dropped to the floor and headed in the direction she had pointed, making a few stops along the way to subdue rooms full of slavers.
Chapter 31
Akira had never felt so tired in his entire life or, for the moment, lack there of. King Kai increased the weight of his clothes every time he started to grow accustomed to them; and it didn't help that he'd been forced to remain a Super Saiyan for nearly a week in addition to all the training the Kai was making him do. All these things were combining to wear him out quickly, but he refused to let his exhaustion show.
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King Kai watched the young man as he spared with Piccolo. Akira simply amazed him. Even with all the added weight and the fatigue that he was surely feeling from maintaining his Super Saiyan form, the young man was still picking Piccolo apart. The god of the northern quadrant almost wished the next Other World Tournament was tomorrow, just so he could see the other kais' faces when his young protégé mopped the ring with their best fighters.
The sudden appearance of two large powers woke King Kai from his daydream. He turned and smiled.
"Ah, Olibu, good to see you," he said to the tall man with long blond hair, "And Pikkon, I'm glad you could make it, though I must say that I'm surprised West Kai let you come."
The green skinned man smiled, "The insistence of the Supreme Kai is the only reason he gave in, but he does want me to tell you that he won't be surprised if you don't bother competing in the next tournament after you see how powerful I've become."
King Kai's smile faded; he was about to tell Pikkon what he thought of the West Kai when Piccolo crashed into the ground next to him. Akira quickly landed and helped the Namekian to his feet.
"Sorry about that Piccolo, I guess I got a little carried away," the young man said and then smiled as he noticed the two new comers. "Oh, uh... hi. I hope we didn't interrupt anything."
"Not at all, Akira," King Kai said regaining his pleasant smile. Actually Olibu and Pikkon are here to help with your training. As soon as we've all eaten and you've had a chance to rest a bit, they and Piccolo will be sparring three on one against you."
Olibu's mouth hung open in shock and Pikkon said, "Surely you must be joking! There's no way this kid could keep up with just me, let alone the three of us."
"Oh really?" King Kai asked mischievously. "I tell you what, why don't you and Akira go one on one while I get dinner ready." Then he turned to Akira and whispered, "Take off the sweat shirt for this one, but leave the pants on... I don't want it to be too easy for you."
King Kai had barely finished chopping the vegetables when he saw Pikkon plummet to the ground just outside the window. The kai would have given anything to have West Kai standing next to him at that moment.
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Gohan barely managed to duck in time as Vegeta's fist whistled over his head. He tried to counter with an uppercut, but the Saiyan Prince blocked it with ease. The two of them flew around the gravity room, punching and kicking as they went.
Finally Gohan found an opening, "Masenko-ha!" The ki attack doubled Vegeta over as it struck his stomach. Gohan was about to press his advantage when he sensed a presence behind him; he dodged and Goten's foot sailed past him. As he turned to attack Goten, Gohan's senses sent him another warning and he quickly sidestepped, this time narrowly avoiding a ki blast from Vegeta. The blast struck a surprised Goten in the chest, creating a small explosion. Gohan used the confusion to escape to the far side of the room where he watched Vegeta and Goten begin to pummel each other while he caught his breath.
~Man, these training sessions are getting intense,~ Gohan thought. Suddenly he felt a large ki flare up behind him, he turned just in time to receive a vicious blow to the chest from Trunks. The shot knocked him back into the battle between Goten and Vegeta, with Trunks charging after him. For several minutes the battle was a free-for-all as the four Saiyans pounded on each other. Then all three younger Saiyans turned on Vegeta. The four of them transformed into Super Saiyans and the battle continued to rage on for over an hour.
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Bulma, Chi-chi, and Valese were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a quiet cup of coffee when a loud explosion broke the peaceful silence. The three women didn't look surprised; Bulma checked the clock on the wall and scowled.
"Damn! Couldn't they have waited twelve more minutes?" she asked as she reached into her pocket, fished out a paper bill and handed it to Chi-chi.
The dark haired woman smiled and pocketed the bill, "Pleasure doing business with you Bulma. Same bet tomorrow?"
"Yeah, put me down for a 3:30 explosion. You want in on this Valese?"
"Sure, I'll take 4:00. Maybe they'll be a little tired after today," Valese said. Bulma and Chi-chi looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Yeah right! Training and fighting are the only things Saiyans never get tired of," Chi-chi said as she tried to recover her composure.
"Oh, those aren't the only things..." Valese replied with a mischievous grin; all three women began laughing again.
"Damn it woman, where's all the food?" Vegeta yelled from the kitchen.
Bulma stopped laughing just long enough to yell back, "The four of you ate it all yesterday. Videl's picking up the pizzas now, she should be back any moment. Why don't you four go clean yourselves up while we wait, I can smell you from here!" The women returned to their laughter as the four warriors headed for the showers.
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Pan was roughly pushed into a large, dark room full of frightened slaves. She made a show of crying out in pain as she hit the floor; the guard laughed and slammed the door shut.
"Are you alright?" a small, furry alien asked, helping Pan to her feet.
"Yeah, thanks," Pan said as she looked around the cell. The large room was lit by only a dim, flickering light and there were about twenty aliens composed of several different species huddled in small groups. Most of the slaves paid little or no attention to the new comer, "So, who are those guys?" the Saiyan said as she stood up and dusted off her pants.
"They are called the Dandoro. They used to work for the mighty Frieza a long time ago, harassing ships that flew through his empire without permission, but ever since he was killed and his empire collapsed, they have become slave traders and pirates." The little creature looked scared as she said, "We're being taken to Oson to be sold."
Pan smiled reassuringly at her new friend. "They aren't going to get that far. By the way, my name is Pan, what's yours?"
"I'm Koira."
"Well Koira, I'm going to get us out of here so you don't need to worry."
"You're going to get us out of here?" the little alien asked in surprise. "How are you going to do that?"
Pan looked around until she spotted a small cup made of metal; she picked it up and crushed it with ease, smiling as her little friend stared at her in wonder. "The only problem is that I can't stay with this ship after the Dondoro are taken care of, I'm on an important mission that I have to get back to. Do you know many of the other slaves? Could any of them fly this ship?"
Koira smiled and nodded, "My dad's a pilot, he was the captain of our ship," she said with no small amount of pride.
"Perfect, let's go talk to him," Pan said and then hurried after Koira who was racing in the direction of her father. A few minutes later, all the other slaves were gathered around them.
"Okay, here's the deal," Pan said, "I'm going to get you all out." Most of the slaves, especially the ones that were bigger than her, looked very skeptical.
"If you cause trouble, they'll cut off the food supply for all of us!" one of the slaves said. Another added, "They won't hesitate to kill you just because you're young. And after your dead, we'll be the ones that pay for your stupidity."
"If we all help, Pan is sure to win," little Koira retorted angrily.
"And what do you suggest we fight them with? Food bowls and rags don't hold up too well against blaster rifles!" a slave yelled from the back, her comments were followed by several shouts of agreement.
Pan held up her hands, trying to quiet the crowd as she said, "None of you have to do a thing, I can handle the Dondoro on my own. All you have to do is man the ship when I'm done with them." She turned and walked towards the door while many in the crowd laughed at her.
Pan knocked politely on the door as soon as she reached it. "What do you want, slave?" the guard asked as he peered through a small hole at her.
"Oh, sorry to disturb you," Pan said sweetly, "I just thought that you should know that this door is broken."
"What are you talking about?" the guard growled.
Pan answered by slamming her fist against the door, knocking it off its hinges and smashing the guard against the far wall. The young Saiyan walked out of the cell, squinting her eyes as they grew used to the brighter lights, picked up the guard's weapon, and broke it in half. Then she stepped over the unconscious Dondoro and walked down the hall, Koira following at her heels.
Pan looked down at her friend and smiled. "When we meet more of them, just stay back, I don't want you getting hurt, okay?" Koira nodded happily in agreement.
About thirty feet down the hall they came to a large door behind which Pan could sense several Dondoro. She motioned for Koira to stand back, and then she punched a hole in the door and ripped it open. There were six of the bug-like aliens behind the door. Pan figured she must have found some sort of living quarters because several of the aliens were lying down and didn't have their armor on.
In less than ten seconds five of the aliens were unconscious and the last one was clutching Pan's arm as she hovered and held him a foot off the ground by his neck.
"Where is you leader?" Pan asked evenly.
"Commander... Sefu... is on the bridge," the Dondoro barely managed to get the words out of his pinched windpipe.
Pan pulled him closer, "Where?" she yelled.
The alien pointed in the proper direction just before Pan tossed him against the wall, knocking him out. She dropped to the floor and headed in the direction she had pointed, making a few stops along the way to subdue rooms full of slavers.