o0AnimeChil0o: I always wanted to write a story about Pan getting her father good, and Gohan seeking sweet revenge! So here's a nice little story. I understand it doesn't follow all concepts of DBGT, but who cares. In my story, Gohan is a teacher at Orange Star High, A.K.A. Pan & Bra's High School. For all of you who don't know the rules of Survival Ball, they're simple. Mr. Kennedy…

Mr. Kennedy: There are four balls, and the goal is to be the last one standing. Rules! You have a choice of forming a temporary alliance with friends or being on your own. You knock out people by hitting them with the balls. If you get knocked out, who ever you knocked out, gets back in. And so on. Remember, the alliances are temporary. If you got everyone out, knock out your alliance - before they knock out you!

o0AnimeChild0o: Remember, this is not going to be a very long story like my other ones. Maybe 1 or 2 Chappies, but that it! Beg all you want, but no! AHEM!

Mr. Kennedy: o0AnimeChild0o does not own DBGT or the idea of Survival Ball!

"Survival Ball" Chapter One

It was a hot Sunday in July and everyone was getting ready for Independence Day Everyone except, Pan & Gohan. "Time out Pan," her father, Gohan, said after a few hours of tough training for the up coming tournament. "I need to take a breather." Pan floated down and sat in the corner to catch her breath, too. They've been training in their basement for over three hours straight while Videl was over at Capsule Corporation helping Bulma set up for the annual Capsule Corp BBQ. "Okay daddy." Pan leaned her head on the cold cement basement wall.

Pan took her red bandana out of her short black hair and wiped her forehead off. She was only age fifteen, yet she was matched punch-to-punch, and kick-to-kick with her father. She searched her black caprice paints pockets for her last piece of chewing gum. After she found it, she popped it in and replaced the rapper back into her pocket. Her hands were sweaty, so she decided to take her black biker gloves off. When she went to put them on the table, she put her choke chain down, too. Gohan came over to the table to grab his blue water bottle and glasses. When he trains with his daughter, he has learned not to wear them. "Pan, do you ever throw that red shirt to wash?" He asked as she laid down on the cold cement floor. "Yeah. Its just, mom knows to wash it within the same nigh I throw it to wash."

Gohan was wearing a similar outfit his dad used when he trained. Gohan preferred the looseness of the navy blue jumpsuit he wears training to be a lot more comfortable then jeans and a tee shirt. Pan picked up her pink water bottle and cooled her self off a little. "Gohan?" Videl called from upstairs. "Can you give me a hand for a minute?" Gohan grabbed his blue hand towel and headed up stairs. After the basement door closed, Pan got and evil, childish look in her eye. She grabbed her red hand towel and headed for the stairs.

When she head the door reopen then close, she got into position. "Pan?" Gohan asked as she got to the bottom of the stairs. "Where'd ya go–" Pan jumped out from behind the staircase and soaked Gohan in icy cold water. "AHHH!" Gohan yelled and jumped as the icy water hit his hot back. "PAN I'LL GET YOU!" Pan started to run up the stairs and looked for her mother for protection. "HAHA!" When Gohan got into the living room, he was soaking wet. Videl couldn't help but laugh. "W…what happened to you?" She asked as Pan peeked from behind her. "I will get you back Pan-Chan. You wont know when you wont know how." Gohan started up the stairs towards his bedroom to dry off. "But I will get you!"

Pan and Videl started to laugh after they heard the room door slam shut.

Author's Notes: Well? Incase your wondering who MR. Kennedy is, He's my gym teacher. I'm turning him into Pan & bra's gym teacher next chappie.

R&R