Chapter 4

"Where in the world is Dra?" Uub asked. "He hasn't shown up ever since his last fight." Concern was shown all over his face as he looked for his young companion.

After making it through the preliminary rounds, Uub felt very uneasy being inside the stadium. He was so used to the small huts back in his village, that being inside one giant building, that made his entire village seem like one small cabin, almost made him dizzy. And being watched by millions of people didn't make him feel any better.

Draken on the other hand, loved being inside this colossal structure and he loved being watched by myriads of folks. It seemed like they all adored him. But there was one person who was not so fond of the azure haired child and that made Draken very perturbed.

The young boy was also bored out of his mind waiting for his turn. A few times, he wanted to just get on the next plane back home, but for some reason, you had to pay to get back home, this aggravated Draken to no ends. "What the heck! I can't believe that they expect someone do that. How can they offer a free ride to the tournament, but expect for you to pay for the trip back? It makes no sense!" He said as he walked through the hallway brushing off the leaves that stuck to his locks. "I also can't believe that Pan hit me like that. It's not like I did anything wrong. I just tried to talk to her and what does she do? She suckers punches me right in my jaw. Well, I'm not taking it anymore, when we meet in the tournament, I'll make sure to return the favor." He said angrily.

Pan wasn't too happy as well. "That jerk…how dare he say that in front of me." She said as Draken's earlier words rang in her head. She needed to talk to someone. And that someone was her grandfather. She looked for him in various areas, until she finally saw him in the waiting room. She ran towards him, "Grandpa!" She yelled as she jumped towards him.

Goku barely had enough time to turn towards the young girl as she glomped tightly onto his chest. "Whoa! Hey, Pan." He smiled at her, but stopped as he saw her face. "What's wrong?" He said as he laid his hand on her tiny forehead.

She looked at him with her pixie-like eyes and explained who the boy was, and what he said, and what had happened earlier. Her words dumbfounded her grandfather.

Trunks, who heard every word that the imp uttered, stood next to Goku. "Um…how old is she again?" He was just as surprised as he was.

Goku looked at his younger friend with a nervous laugh and said, "She maybe five, but she thinks like someone who's twenty-one."

He looked back at his granddaughter. With no idea whatsoever on what to say, he tried his best to think of something that sounded good enough. "Well, Pan. Uh…Draken is a…young boy. And err…" Goku was not doing too well trying to explain.

"Nice work buddy." Trunks said in a sarcastic tone. "Maybe you oughta let me try."

Goku was not going to turn down help dealing with a subject he had little to no knowledge of. "Sure." He said in a relief filled voice and handed Pan over to Trunks. She clutched to his shirt hoping for words of comfort her.

Trunks looked at her, "Well, Pan. Draken, must not have been exposed to many girls like you. I guess from wherever he came from, they acted just like he described them. People who cleaned and cooked."

Trunks couldn't believe that he had to discuss this with a five-year old or six-year old or… "Hey Goku, how old is Pan now?"

Goku was about to answer when he heard the announcer's voice through the speakers.

"Can, White Tiger and Pan please report to the ring. I repeat, can White Tiger and Pan, please report to the ring."

Hearing her name called, Pan jumped from Trunks arms and ran towards the ring, her frown completely erased and replaced by a bright smile. She said nothing as she skipped away. Leaving Goku and Trunks to contemplate what had just happened.

They looked at each other and shook their heads. "I guess she's still a kid." Trunks said as he chuckled.

"I guess when your dad has a PhD in every major subject, that stuff kinda comes natural," Goku smiled still at a lost realizing his understanding of woman at any age was so limited.

Trunks gave his friend a skeptical look, "How come you know what a PhD is, but you couldn't tell Pan what she wanted to know?"

Goku gave Trunks his trademark smile, "I have no idea."

Trunks facefaulted, "Then I guess you still gotta lot to learn about other things besides fighting." He said as he walked towards the ring.

"Guess I do." Goku humbly agreed and followed.

White Tiger, a hulking man with pride to match his strength. He stomped onto the ring making large explosion-like noises with every step. "Ugh. I can't believe that I'm forced to fight that little…kid." Disgust was shown clearly on his face.

Pan on the other hand skipped onto the ring with a large beaming smile on her bubbly face. The way she acting as she entered, was the way that most girls would act when they get a new dollhouse.

As both Pan and White Tiger readied themselves in their usual fighting stances, the announcer quickly raised his microphone and shouted the words to start every battle. "Ready? Fight!" They were only two words, but they were necessary to say.

Draken was walking through the building until he heard the word fight echo through his ears needless to say; the sound hurt his ears very much so. He groans in pain covering his tiny yet sensitive ears. "Must he always yell…in a microphone?? I thought that was what the dang thing was made for to avoid…" He sighs a frustration filled sigh and walks towards the ring with a pout look on his face, "I might as well see what this white tiger guy looks like." And see him he does, not only does he get a glimpse of this nephilm-like person, but he also gets to see the tiny hand of the small girl land on the monster sending him painfully screeching onto the other side of the ring. Much to the surprise of a taken aback Draken who, needless to say, was completely dumbfounded. "What…in…the…world…just happened?" He almost chanted the question countless times in his mind.

Coming from White Tiger's point of view there were two things going through his mind, one, why was the front of his face being dragged alongside the ground from only one hit. And two, why was that one hit made by a girl who looked about the age of…well, it really didn't matter what the age was now did it? All he knew is that this so called human girl, that was not a man, or even a full-grown woman, had just launched him from one end of the ring, to the other. Naw…naw, that didn't happen. It just didn't! I must be dreamin'… Just then he lifted his face up from the cement ring showing exactly how much damage that one blow had done. Blood was oozing from his of course broken nose, the side of his cheek where the girl had smacked seemed as though he inflated it with air, and his face gave the impression of being a large skid mark. Is it really necessary to say that the poor man was in serious pain as well? Nope…not dreamin'… He assured himself as he started to stand back up, which was almost impossible to do considering that he could hardly feel any part of his face.

The young girl, who had presently and fluently barreled the giant known as White Tiger, had not finished with her attack, oh no, not that nearly breaking every muscle and bone as well as bringing the destruction of several formally perfect working nerves was enough. Leaping from the ground with quite the determined look on her mostly smiling face, she reeled her arm backwards keeping her smacking hand wide open to do yet another, send a grown man crying to his deceased mother, smack.

Oh lord no! Please anything but that! Don't let her do it! Please let me say… Unfortunately his minute prayer was not answered, or it may have been simply ignored, take your pick. For the young girl had already landed her second and final blow towards the man's face, now it would have been plenty merciful to land a blow onto his other cheek, that may the pain wouldn't be as bad, but no. Pan being the type of girl who wanted to end things in the best way possible had landed an even harder blow onto the side of his face that she had already hit! As pointless as it is to point out, the man had not even been given a chance to brace for this second attack. For his entire body was sent through the air, and into the side of a wall at such a velocity, that his whole form left an indentation on the cement-bricked wall. His face had frozen stiff from the pain, and he had gone into a state of shock as his body slowly peeled off the wall to land on his front.

The announcer, who was worried if the little girl had killed the poor man, ran up to White Tiger in order to press his two fingers along his neck to check his pulse. As faint as the pulse was, there was indeed a pulse. Giving a sigh of relief, the man speaks into his microphone, "A…at least he's still breathing." He extends his hand towards the girl who had caused the poor chap so much pain within five seconds of the match. "Pan moves on!"

Giggling happily she skipped across the ring reciting the words, "Number one, number one, number one yay!" over and over again. Just stopping at where she saw her little blue haired acquaintance, she grinned almost sinisterly. This look that she had given him could have been misunderstood as a lot of things, but the boy had already knew that is was a, you're next, kind of grin. She went back to her giggling and walked past him leaving him to, once again, reset his view on girls.

Yes yes…I know it's short, only 1,729 words. But gimme a break...I did NOT want to type this chapter up! The only reason I'm up at 6:23 AM on thanksgiving day typing this chapter is because I had read the story, Where no man has gone before, story and had a blast of inspiration. So there you have it. After almost a year of not placing anything on this site, I have this small excuse for a chapter. I'm thankful that you read this much! I promise that if you bear with me, things will be getting much much more enjoyable around the 6th chapter or so. And again! Thanks for reading!