Chapter 3: Training Segment
Princess Sango
Pan looked at Trunks across the training room, which was nothing but white everywhere but she felt heavier in here. Seeing Trunks smug look she yelled at him, "What the hell is this kind of place?"
"It's a gravitational dojo, my father made my mother construct one for him. Now this is mine, and you better stop talking with your mouth and start talking with your fists!" Trunks yelled at her as he launched himself into the air and tried to attack her as Pan blocked all of his attacks.
She was able to get a few good punches and kicks in here and there but she was mostly blocking. Trunks smirked, "Not bad, not bad at all, you are worthy of the sayain name."
"I haven't had a good battle in awhile, this is nothing," Pan mocked back as Trunks walked up to her and ran his finger down her cheek and smiled.
"I see, Pan-chan, but you need to catch up to me. I'm way more advanced then you are," he answered as he removed his hands and continued, "We'll start with flying."
"Flying?" Pan asked bewildered.
"Hai, flying; now how did Gohan-san describe this to me again?" Trunks asked more to himself then her.
Pan smiled sweetly as she levitated from the ground, "I don't think I need to be taught that, because my mom taught me."
Trunks nodded as he continued to try to perfect some of her skills.
After training…
Pan walked out of the gravitational device or as she now referred to it as 'The Prison.' Feeling lighter and sore she groaned as she walked into her room and passed out quickly, thinking the next day she was going to be sore all over the place.
TBC…