I wrote these forever ago. They're canon to the Swan Lake x DBZ crossover that never was. Introducing Pan, aka the Swan Princess. See chapter 18 and 23 to see what would've been part of the lead up to this.

Funnily enough this was originally going to be a separate fic from that 'verse entirely. I had this whole plan, Pan was gonna get kidnapped by the ruler of the Northern Kingdom and she was going to escape and make her way back to the Southern Kingdom on her own. There were going to be all sorts of trials and Hunger Games-esque obstacles in her way and it was going to be glorious... but it never happened. I've even got files of all the world-building and stuff I'd done before and after it fused with the Swan Lake crossover before I gave up on it.

Anyways, enjoy the read. First snippet is Pan at age 16, the second is her 21st birthday or rather nameday.

Pan smirked wryly as her uncle's sword hit the ground, placing the tip of her own blade barely a centimeter away from his throat, "yield, Uncle." On the sidelines, her mother threw her head back and laughed raucously.

"I yield, niece." Goten huffed, "when did you get so good with a sword?"

Pan twirled the practice blade so the dull point was pressed against the grassy earth, both hands on the grip, "I'll never tell." She and Videl shared a conspiratorial look.

The sixteen year-old Princess of Paozu had grown from an adorable, precocious girl into a vibrant young woman. She was as beautiful as her mother, with the same long wavy ebony locks, though her eyes were the same warm brown as her father's. Her skin was sun kissed from the constant amount of time she spent outdoors, horseback riding, learning archery, hand to hand, and swordplay, and reading. She was quick tempered and hot headed like her mother and grandmother before her, clever and sharp like her father, and had an impulsiveness that likely came from both Videl and Gohan in equal measure. With her younger siblings however, she was very sweet and loving, doting upon them as any good older sister would.

Pan grumbled softly to herself as the maids flitted to and fro around her, making final adjustments to her gown. The gauzy deep purple, almost indigo skirt shimmered softly under the lights. She glared at her mother in the mirror, "is this really necessary?"

"Yes, it is," Videl replied aloofly, "you know it's a Paozu tradition to celebrate the crown Prince or Princess's 21st nameday with a ball."

"And the whole 'dancing with all the eligible bachelors' thing?" the Princess's eyes narrowed, "I think we both know that's not necessary, all things considered." Her heart fluttered just thinking about the lavender haired Vegetan royal.

"You two aren't officially betrothed yet," the Queen consort tutted, "and, unless you somehow found a way to fit that announcement into the next fifteen minutes before your ball starts, you will be dancing with all those bachelors."

"Mama…"

"Panphila, please," Videl gathered her own skirts, "we've all been there."

"You haven't," the disgruntled Princess muttered, "you and Papa were already betrothed."

"Exactly," the Queen consort called over her shoulder, "I was betrothed and you weren't, consider yourself lucky you don't have to do everything the way I did it, otherwise you would've been stuck as a swan for almost three months when you were 18. Now," she paused just outside of Pan's chambers, "I'm off to find your father. Please, behave."

"I make no such promises."