Co-written by SuperSaiyan2Link.

Pan stood waiting, donned in a dark blue gi with an orange undershirt and wristbands, as well as her bandanna. The dark blue and orange color scheme was meant to differentiate from her masters, as well as to stand out. She also donned boots based on the pair her grandfather Hercule wore out of respect for his legacy.

For years, she had watched the World Martial Arts Tournament take place, but finally, she would be able to fight among the best. She could hardly contain her excitement: Pan had dreamed of this moment since she first trained in martial arts and now she was finally living her dream.

"I'm not dreaming it: I'm really here."

She stood in a large waiting room alongside the massive number of fighters until it was their turn to be tested. She heard that in the past, there were preliminaries where the fighters would be broken up into groups and the finalist would face each other in the tournament. But now to save time, they relied on the punching machine. While earlier models were susceptible to being destroyed, these models built by Capsule Corp were designed to survive much more punishment, allowing for even higher numbers from fighters capable of them.

"Miss Pan, you're up."

She stepped into the next room towards the machine, swinging her arm to ready it. She then stood before the machine, trying to channel as much power as she could. With a mighty shout, she struck it dead-on, the force nearly causing it to shake. She caught a glimpse of the number being calculated: it rocketed past the first four hundreds.

"Five hundred and two! That's the second-highest score we've had here today. Proceed. Next!"

The easy part was over: now it was time to prepare for the actual fighting. She knew someone there had a higher score on the machine, but she didn't worry about it.

The final sixteen for the tournament had been decided and the last one standing would face off against the champion from last year. As Hercule had retired from fighting some time ago, there was a much greater variety of victors over the years. She peered across at the various characters before her: ranging from short and small, tall and bulky, and everything in between. One caught her attention:

"I can't see his face," she thought as she saw a man in an orange gi with his head covered in bandages and wearing sunglasses over his eyes.

He sat on a bench, keeping to himself, his arms covered by a white cape of sorts wrapped around them. Maybe he was covering something on his arms, but Pan couldn't tell from that distance.

Just then, another face... a familiar one.

"Kani?"

Pan approached Tien and Launch's daughter, who donned a green fitness jacket, not unlike the one Pan had worn the day before, as well as green pants similar to the type her father wore. On her hands were orange fingerless gloves and on her feet were red shoes, both similar to what her mother wore.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

Kani turned, her expression seeming out of place in a room with serious martial artists.

"Oh, well I just wanted to see how the results of my training would fare here."

"All the years I've known you, I never knew you trained."

"Well most of the time you were visiting, I was helping my mom. But I do train with my dad."

Pan was still trying to work the concept of Kani training in martial arts. As far as she knew, Kani was much like Krillin's daughter Marron, with both knowing enough for self-defense, but not really going out of their way to follow in their parent's footsteps. As far as she knew, Bulla had trained the most out of the three, and Bulla mainly stopped as a result of her father not forcing it on her like he had with Trunks.

"Kani and Nam, please report to the arena."

The two looked over at her opponent: a man in an orange and maroon robe with a white turban on his head and a dark grey beard.

"Good luck, Kani."

"Thank you, Pan."

"Welcome one and all to the 32nd World Martial Arts Tournament! We have a very special treat for you all today. Joining me today is our special guest commentator, a man who needs no introduction... our beloved hero... Hercule Satan!"

The crowd cheered in thunderous applause as Hercule approached the balding announcer, whom handed him a microphone of his own.

"Happy to be here. Can't wait to see what everyone's bringing... though if I had to predict today's winner, I'd put my money on my granddaughter Pan. You'd all better get ready out there because she's gonna take this thing by storm!"

"A bold prediction out of the gate, Mr. Satan. And now let us begin with our first match-up: between Kani and Nam."

Both entered the ring, one after the other.

"For our oldest members of the audience, Nam was last seen in this ring 47 years ago, where he fought against Son Goku in the 21st tournament. And now he's here with the child of Tien Shinhan, Kani."

Nam remembered Tien Shinhan and the brutality with which Tien defeated him in the preliminaries of the 22nd tournament long ago. Even then, Nam and Tien had reconciled over that event and part of him anticipated what the new generation of fighters would bring. Kani looked over at the crowd for her parents. Sure enough, she saw them, and neither Tien or Launch showed any signs of worrying about her. She then kept her eye on Nam, who took on a fighting stance.

*GONG*

The match commenced and Nam charged right for Kani, who hardly moved an inch as he got closer to her.

Pan sat down on a bench, looking over at the names of the contestants on the board. She scrolled through for names of importance, starting with Kani and Nam, whose match had just begun, then peered across. As she looked over at her name and was about to read her opponent's name...

"The winner by ring out... Kani!"

She stood at her feet as Kani came back into the room, looking as unblemished as before.

"You won that match in no time at all. What did you do?"

"I got in a good hit."

Pan mused over the various ways a battle could be won in one hit as Kani then walked behind her to where she was before. After her thought concluded, Pan finally read the name of her opponent:

"Wild Tiger."

She looked across at the remaining twelve people. Wild Tiger didn't seem like the kind of name for the bandaged man and none of the smaller fighters looked or screamed "wild tiger" to her.

"Well Pan, if you win your next match, we'll be up against each other," informed Kani.

Pan looked over at the board to confirm this and sure enough, Kani was correct.

"Right. Well, don't wanna jinx it."

"Looks like you're up next. Good luck."

Pan looked over and saw Nam approaching her.

"Are you the granddaughter of Goku?"

Pan was surprised: aside from her family, most associated her more with being the granddaughter of Hercule.

"Yes. The name's Pan."

The man placed his hand out to shake.

"I am Nam. I fought your grandfather long ago. It is an honor to meet you."

Just as she shook his hand...

"Pan and Wild Tiger, please report to the arena."

"Looks like I'm up. Can't keep 'em waiting, y'know?" Pan winked.

"Good luck to you, Pan. May your future be bright," nodded Nam, who exited the room.

After Nam left, Pan watched all of the competitors to see who was leaving with her: one stood up.

"You're Hercule's grandkid?"

She looked over at a massive man, one who was nearly two feet taller than her with a dark grey braided ponytail and mustache.

"Well don't expect any special treatment from me."

He stepped forward, his mere footsteps sounding like the stomps of a giant. Pan didn't let it intimidate her, but also didn't want to underestimate him either: someone of that size had to pack some serious power at the minimum. She slowly made her way out of the room, the sunlight getting in her eyes.

"...and his opponent, the granddaughter of Mr. Satan... Pan!"

She could finally make out the arena and crowd in front of her and saw Hercule waving right at her.

"There she is! My granddaughter!"

Pan knew her grandpa Hercule couldn't help it, but blushed as she put her hand behind her head.

"Aww, Grandpa Hercule."

Wild Tiger was getting irritated waiting for her to enter the ring, as well as from all the appraisals she had already gotten from both the crowd and Hercule.

"So what if she's his granddaughter. She's just a competitor to me. I'm gonna knock that smirk off her face and Mr. Satan's."

Pan could see the large crowd sitting in attendance. Among them were plenty of familiar faces: her parents, Chi-Chi, and just about everyone from the party yesterday, save for the Briefs family. The four empty seats towards the entrance, which her parents had saved for them, hadn't been filled just yet.

She knew she had to focus and looked back over at her opponent, who finally began composing himself just enough to get into a fighting stance.

"I hope yer ready because I'm not holdin' back on ya!"

She took on her own and kept a close eye on him as the gong was about to be struck. From the corner of her eye...

*GONG*

Pan noticed Vegeta and Bulla walking towards their seats with Bulma right behind them. Just then, Bulla stopped in her tracks, catching Vegeta's attention, and looked back at her.

"Pan!"

Just then, Pan realized the match had started and saw Wild Tiger's fist heading right for her. She barely blocked it in time, but was still sent back across the ground as a result of the force of the punch. She finally came to a stop, then crouched over, frustrated that she distracted herself.

"What am I doing? He could've knocked me out of the ring! Is that how I want to go out: letting my mind wander? Pay attention, stupid!"

"Wild Tiger threw the first punch and while blocked, Pan was sent back several feet," said the Announcer.

As Pan tried to recompose herself, Wild Tiger's expression has began to shift.

"Heh, that'll teach her to think she's better than me."

"Well, it seems to me that Pan gave him a free shot. To, uh, gauge his strength," explained Hercule.

Just then, that remark removed any semblance of achievement from his strike, as it seemed the audience bought what Hercule was saying.

"Undermine me, will you?" snarled Wild Tiger, who ran towards Pan with all haste.

"Okay, calm down," Pan thought to herself. "Just get back in the match."

She finally got back into her stance as she saw Wild Tiger lunging towards her.

He struck only air, seeing no trace of Pan, who had stepped to the side of him.

"And a swift dodge by Pan."

Just as Wild Tiger swung his arm at her, it was like it phased right through her. By the time he looked down below him and saw the real Pan ducking, she had already hopped upward with a flying knee to his face.

He stepped backward, his feet nearing the arena's edge, then as he began to regain his balance, he saw Pan running right for him. Realizing his nose was bleeding from the hit prior, he readied both his hands for a swing.

"Don't underestimate me, brat!"

Pan saw the move being choreographed a mile away as she hopped upwards towards the two-handed swing.

"I don't underestimate anyone..."

In mid-jump, she grabbed onto both of his hands, moving with them before continuing to move with their momentum along with her own. Suddenly, Wild Tiger realized he was being turned around by his opponent and despite trying to stop it, he was already spinning in place.

"Look at them go, spinning like cyclones!"

Finally, Pan stepped onto the ground as Wild Tiger was being lifted off his feet.

"I just fight them!"

Pan tossed Wild Tiger and he went hurdling out of the ring, trying to land on his feet. Instead, he saw them and his legs being embedded into the grass by the sheer force of the throw. Before his upper body could be driven underground as well, his back struck the wall, leaving an indent.

"What a throw! The winner by ring out... Pan!"

With the match concluded, Pan looked over at the crowd and saw Bulla cheering for her.

"You're the best, Pan!"

Pan waved back to her, then over at her parents and grandmother. She finally took her leave back to the room from before.

"Good job, but that's just one match so far. Can't get cocky."

Several matches flew by as Pan waited for her next battle. Kani was right nearby, the two knowing that they would be against each other in the ring soon.

"She didn't take that long to beat Nam, a veteran contender," Pan pondered to herself. "Just what is her secret?"

"Kani and Pan, please report to the arena."

Kani placed her hand over Pan's shoulder.

"That's us."

Pan nodded back to her and the two made their way outside to the cheers of the crowd and their families.

"Two years in a row, Tien and Goku fought one another and each of them went on to be champion. Now we have Tien's daughter Kani against Goku's granddaughter Pan."

Pan watched Kani carefully, waiting to see her get into a fighting stance of some kind. Instead, Kani just stood regularly, as if she wasn't even in a fighting tournament.

*GONG*

Pan continued waiting, eyeing her idle stature for any movements whatsoever. She caught a grin forming over Kani's face.

"Okay, Pan, you got me."

Kani closed her eyes and inhaled, then as she exhaled...

*POOF*

Pan couldn't believe her eyes: Kani's hair had turned blue and her eyes green. From there, Kani took on a stance similar to Tien's with her own twist.

"Pretty smart waiting on me. But now you'd best get ready."

Her voice was still hers, but changed, as if more gruff and a little cocky.

Pan didn't think on this for long as she saw Kani having covered the distance quickly and unleashing a barrage of jabs. Pan recognized this technique from her time training with Tien: the Machine Gun Fist.

With that knowledge, Pan began guarding against it despite Kani's impressive speed. Neither could completely overtake the other, with Kani unable to get around Pan's defense and Pan unable to slip past Kani's offensive to counter-attack.

That was until Kani stopped her attack, which Pan took advantage of with a swinging kick. But as she threw it, she saw Kani sliding on the ground beneath it with her fist poised, though it looked less like an offensive attack and more like she was about to hit...

"You're up!"

Pan felt herself knocked upward off her feet.

"One!"

Then Pan was struck higher into the air with a two-handed shove.

"Two!"

Just as Kani leaped above her with the finish, Pan had intercepted her slamming fist with a palm strike.

"Would you look at that, folks! After Kani used her father's Volleyball Fist technique, her and Pan are now trading blows in midair!"

Tien watched his daughter trading punches and kicks with Pan high above the arena, hearkening back to his battle with Goku in the 23rd tournament.

Kani broke off the clash and fired off a one-handed beam, which Pan swerved in midair to avoid. Pan then flew in with two kicks, each sending Kani upward before Pan rose above her with both fists. As she went to deliver a double axe handle down onto Kani, she saw her blow blocked by one hand and didn't see the other hand until it was too late.

A chop struck the back of Pan's neck, sending her flying downward toward the ground rapidly.

"A thunderous blow by Kani and Pan is coming down fast!"

Hercule ducked behind the podium, barely able to watch Pan's descent. Just then, Pan flipped like a top on its side and landed on her feet, leaving only a few cracks on the tile floor.

"What a recovery!"

Hercule changed his demeanor the second right after Pan landed safely.

"Uh, yeah! I knew she would do that! Why, landing from that high up is like second nature to my Pan!"

Pan heard the comment, but put her mind off it and instead watched as Kani flew downwards towards her, her arms crossed and her head in front. First Pan stepped to the side, but as Kani flew back around for her, she ducked underneath it. Kani turned once more for a third pass, but this time, Pan timed it up until the final moment to avoid it.

"Look out!" shouted Hercule in worry.

Pan hopped over, placing her hand on Kani's head to help propel her further upward, as she then unleashed a two-handed palm strike to Kani's back. Pan landed to the ground as she saw Kani rolling across the ground.

"Wait, were you warning Pan to avoid Kani's attack?" inquired the announcer.

"What? No, no, no. I, uh, warned her opponent to get ready for a big hit... because Pan's got a ton of power, you see..."

With Kani taking her time getting back up, Pan was starting to find Hercule's comments a bit embarrassing.

"Oh... Grandpa Hercule..."

She then drew her attention back to Kani, who got back onto her feet, then began unzipping her jacket.

"My dad told me all about how your grandfather caught him off-guard..."

Beneath her jacket was a short light green top, not unlike what Launch wore in her younger days.

"...to make sure history didn't repeat itself."

She threw her jacket to the ground, which made a loud thunk upon touching the tile ground.

"It seems Kani had been wearing a weighted jacket the entire time. Now she's bound to be even faster than before."

"Uh, sure... we'll have to see about that."

Pan wasn't expecting this: an opponent who wore weighted clothing. As far as she knew, it was a dying breed that was rarely used anymore. Even then, she didn't let Kani see any signs of panic.

"You're not the only one here with weighted clothes."

She took off her wristbands and undid her boots, all of which struck the ground hard.

"And now..."

Pan reached downward, ready to pull up her undershirt, then realized what she was doing.

"Crap! There's no way I can take off my weighted shirt out here!"

She let go and simply tried to wipe off her shock and get back into her stance.

"Still have something weighing you down, I see..." said Kani, who took on an even cockier grin as her stance seemed to change slightly.

"Not a problem," Pan replied back, a grin on her face as well.

"Both contestants have taken off weights, but neither's made a move just yet."

"Ah, well it's the ones that don't move that you gotta worry about," Hercule stated. "Take it from me: if they aren't moving, they're anticipating your every move."

Both suddenly broke off the standoff and charged into each other. Before either could collide, they were stopped by each other's hands, which gripped each other tight to keep their opponent from moving forward or backward.

"Now it looks like we're in the middle of a power struggle with neither able to overtake the other."

Hercule might've made another comment explaining how Pan was actually just making it seem to be the case to catch Kani off-guard, but Pan had filtered out all the noise around her, only focusing on her opponent in front of her. The two gritted their teeth at each other, each vying to break it off, but also not wanting to exposed themselves to a strike.

"Too bad you're not wearing your boots..."

Pan just realized her bare feet could be vulnerable to a stomp from Kani's shoes and saw her raising a foot. Pan moved her feet backward, then saw Kani's foot stamping nowhere near her: Kani had duped her. Just then, Kani fell downward, lifting Pan off her feet, as she booted Pan in the stomach upward.

As Kani saw Pan descending towards her, she placed her hands towards her face, her fingers spread towards her eyes. Just as Kani did this, Pan had performed the same gesture.

"SOLAR FLARE!", shouted both of them.

The crowd around them were blinded by a flash of light. The Z-Fighters, who recognized the technique immediately, had already shielded their eyes and were the only ones that could see what was going on besides the sunglasses-wearing announcer.

"I knew we should've gotten a sun shade for the arena," shouted Hercule. "I can't see nothin'! What's happening?!"

"It would seem that both Pan and Kani unleashed the blinding Solar Flare technique."

"Agh, are you sure it's not just the sun getting in our eyes?!"

Pan landed and blocked a strike from Kani with her wrist and her knee.

"You had the same idea as me," Kani grinned to Pan. "Clever, I'll give you that. But let's see you do this..."

Kani pushed Pan back with a burst of air, then began channeling ki for a technique her father recognized at first glance.

"Wait a minute, folks. Kani has..."

Pan went to strike, but saw her hands caught by Kani's, then saw two more hands right behind her shoulders, which then punched her in the face.

"Uh, no, that's just a trick of the eye," explained Hercule. "Pan's opponent is just moving her arms so fast it looks like there's two more of 'em."

But Pan knew otherwise: Kani had used her father's Four Witches technique to grow another pair of arms. She found herself backing up as she swerved side-to-side to avoid Kani's four-armed onslaught.

"All you've shown me so far are your dad's techniques..." exclaimed Pan. "What else do you have?"

She realized her back was at the very edge of the arena as she stopped a blow from Kani's hand that almost felt claw-like.

"WOLF...!"

Pan knew the technique all too well, catching the next claw strike.

"FANG...!"

But then Pan saw two more palms coming right at her: she'd never faced the technique with four hands before.

"FIST!"

Kani's extra arms forced Pan to cover her face, which left her upper body exposed. A flurry struck Pan's chest and stomach as she struggled to keep her guarding arms up. Finally, she gave out as a final four-armed palm strike sent her flying backward.

"The four-armed Wolf Fang Fist has Pan on the ropes and now she's flying out of the ring HEADING STRAIGHT FOR US!"

Hercule and and the announcer saw Pan flying right at them as they ducked for cover. Pan saw she was heading right for the crowd, just one impact away from being rung out. She tried to stop herself...

And with her ki, managed to float entirely still in place, her feet inches from touching her grandfather's balding head. If he still had his full afro like in his younger days, Pan likely would've been out right then and there.

"From behind our podiums, it looks like Pan is floating in midair, just in time to avoid a ring out."

"Yeah, that's my grand..."

Pan flew forward before Hercule could finish his sentence, blowing his hair back with the gust of air. Kani saw Pan flying overhead and was ready to knock her to the ground. Instead, Kani heard a familiar technique from Pan as she came closer.

"Kamehame..."

Pan and Kani had both been told by their families before the match to watch it with the beam attacks: only use them when no one in the crowd was in their path. As it was, Pan's Kamehameha would definitely hit the spectators behind her. Was Pan really about to risk it just to win?

"You're not fooling me..."

Kani simply side-stepped and went for a four-armed slam, only to see Pan fly underneath between her legs, then right above her.

"HAAAA!"

Kani couldn't avoid it in time and swiftly covered herself with all four arms, managing to shield herself against it. It pushed back hard, threatening to make Kani lose her footing and fall out of the arena. Sure enough, the attack dissipated.

"Kani has successfully blocked the Kamehameha, but it certainly looks like it took a lot out of her."

Pan flew right in for a kick to Kani's head, but saw all four limbs caught by Kani's hands. She turned the two around and was raising Pan upward, a prelude to throwing her out of the ring. Before Kani could toss her downward with all her might, Pan aimed one of her hands and fired off a ki blast at Kani's face, forcing her to let go.

"Pan has eluded Kani's grip, but can she get back into the ring?"

She saw the ground coming for her and as her hands were about to touch the ground first, a Kamehameha fired, stopping her from touching it, then propelling her backward towards Kani. With an opening, Pan slammed into her head-first, causing Kani to flip before landing on her four arms, then running over to Pan, who was still lying on her back after the hit.

"Get up, Pan!" cried Bulla.

Kani stood above her and began throwing punches at a rapid pace, then saw Pan was either guarding them or moving her head to avoid them, with her only striking the tile below. Pan then blasted the ground beneath her, pushing her backward, then swept at Kani's legs. Even as Kani was sent off her feet, she still managed to catch Pan's oncoming assault, guarding against her punches and kicks with all four arms.

"Getting tired yet, Pan?"

"How about you?"

In mid-sentence, Pan redirected two of Kani's arms, allowing her an opening to land a crucial punch. This sent Kani toppling across the ground, then slowly getting back to her feet. But even then, Pan was panting heavily.

"The match is still going and both Pan and Kani seem to be reaching their limits."

Kani gave off one more grin before starting to channel her ki once more.

"What's it gonna be this time? Eight arms?"

"Just you wait and see..." said Kani, whose tone was still as confident as before.

Pan watched as it seemed like Kani was... splitting apart... no, multiplying...

"Folks, it looks like Kani has mastered her father's multi-form technique and each one of her has four arms: sixteen in total!"

Pan knew about the multi-form technique, but never combined with the Four Witches. Each Kani almost seemed to take on a slightly different stance than the one next to her.

"Sixteen arms are better than two," stated Kani before gesturing the arms of one of her clones in a "come on" fashion.

Pan charged at one of them, finding that this clone's defenses weren't as strong as her standard self: of course, the multi-form splits power between the four of them. After getting through that clone's guard and kicking it away, she saw herself grabbed by another from behind with another closing in to attack. She quickly elbowed the clone holding her thrice to break free, then grabbed hold of the attacking clone before swinging it into the one behind her.

The fourth clone unleashed the four-armed Wolf Fang Fist on her, which this time, she was prepared for. However, she then saw the other three circling her in, also intending to unleash the same technique.

"The four Kani's are boxing Pan in and each are unleashing dual Wolf Fang Fists. It looks like Pan has nowhere to go."

Like four wolves ready to strike, the four Kani's were set to strike at once. Pan could only try covering herself up as the strikes came in.

The eight Wolf Fang Fist's struck as planned, as the crowd couldn't see Pan through the surrounding Kani's. After the final blow, the four Kani's stepped back to see their downed opponent...

"Wait... that glow..."

They saw that Pan's entire body was covered in ki and she seemed unharmed from their attack.

"Little technique of my own. Now try this..."

The ki around her glowed even brighter before an explosive burst went off, knocking the four Kani's backward.

"Pan was entirely untouched by that devastating attack and Kani's multi-form technique appears to be tiring her out."

Not bothering to take the announcer's comment to heart, the four Kani's made their way to the four corners of the ring, where they began grasping their right arm with their left as they charged ki in their palms. One of them formed a ball of ki.

"The Spirit Ball?" exclaimed Pan.

But that was just one of the clones. The other three followed suit, creating Spirit Balls of their own. Yamcha was quite surprised.

"I can hardly believe it, Tien. She not only figured out my Spirit Ball, but she combined it with your multi-form technique."

"Yes, it is impressive..." Tien stated, but paused with a tone of concern. "...but Kani's using up a large amount of ki doing all of that along with the Four Witches technique. If she's not careful, she'll be too drained to fight."

The four Kani's finally began tossing their Spirit Balls one by one as Pan swerved to avoid them. Just then, the four Kani's redirected them, forcing them back towards Pan's position. She began hopping across the ground, having to keep up with their changing movements. Each time Pan tried to approach one of the Kani's, a Spirit Ball would intervene, forcing her back once again.

"When this fight started, I did not have dodging four Spirit Ball's in mind."

The Kani's then directed the Spirit Balls underground, giving Pan a window of opportunity. She fired off a ki blast towards one of them, but then saw it caught by a Spirit Ball firing up from below. After that, she realized the other three weren't far behind and rolled out of the way as each pierced through the tile floor. As she made it to her knees, she realized the Kani's other two arms began forming Spirit Ball's of their own.

"Oh that's just great... eight Spirit Balls?!"

They were completed and all eight were aimed right for her. Pan simply jumped high up into the air, the eight balls in pursuit. The crowd watched as Pan and the Spirit Balls flew high above them, then disappeared into the clouds above.

"Don't think you're safe up there..." said Kani, who then had the sixteen arms working in unison to direct the Spirit Balls to their intended target.

As Pan floated high above the arena, she had to swerve side-to-side avoiding the Spirit Ball barrage. At points, she had to kick them back or even strike them away with her palms, but she also found herself being knocked back and forth by them before being knocked further into the air.

"We've got her!"

She saw all eight Spirit Balls spinning around her, each in circles of two spinning rapidly. She could tell Kani didn't want her slipping past.

The Spirit Ball's stopped spinning for a split-second, then flew right at each other with all fury.

"A massive explosion just went off in the air above us! And is that...?"

The crowd could see Pan falling towards the ground, her eyes closed and not even moving.

"Pan is falling down rapidly and isn't showing any signs of slowing down! Could she be down for the count?"

The Kani's could barely stand, one falling onto her knees, the other holding herself up with her front arms.

"At least... I pulled it off", Kani thought to herself, brushing off sweat from her forehead.

Just then, Kani's eyes shot up: Pan opened her eyes and winked at her.

"A trick! She's still in it! Now we've got to...!"

The four Kani's tried mustering the strength to fire off a ki attack, but saw that they were simply too drained to do so. From there, she saw the Four Witches technique dissipating, with the four only having two arms each now.

"Down to eight arms now, huh?"

Pan charged her hands with ki and fired off two projectiles. Two of the Kani's ducked to avoid them, but seemed slow to get right back up as Pan came right for them. The other two Kani's tried getting in a punch, but Pan caught both their fists, then swung them into each other, where they fell onto the floor. Another Kani went for a kick, then saw herself being grabbed, punched, and slammed into the two from before. The last Kani stood her ground, forming a diamond shape with her hands.

"Oh no..." said Tien.

Pan was charging for her, then stopped once she noticed the move she was about to pull: the Tri-Beam.

"Shoot..." went Pan.

As she said this, she saw the other three Kani's she had floored earlier also taking aim with the same intended technique.

"This... could be really bad..."

The crowd watched in shock as the four Kani's readied the devastating Tri-Beam technique, each charging with ki.

"No, Kani!" Yamcha cried out. "You'll use up your life energy! It's not worth it!"

"Kani, listen to me..." shouted Tien. "You'll kill someone and yourself in the process!"

"Please, Kani..." cried Launch. "Don't do this!"

Kani heard the pleas from her family and realized that as much as she wanted to win, she didn't want to mortally wound or kill Pan.

"Alright."

Pan, who didn't want to get a free shot during Kani's crisis, watched as Kani lowered her arms and the three clones of her dissipated, their echoes flying back to her. Kani inhaled, then exhaled...

*POOF*

...her hair turning blonde and her eyes blue again.

"I can no longer continue the match. I give up."

"The winner by forfeit... is Pan!"

The crowd cheered once more as Kani tried stepping forward, only to slip. Before she could fall forward, Pan ran up to her, helping her up as the two walked out of the arena together.

"You definitely gave me a run there, Kani. You combining all those techniques... you've gotta teach me some time."

"Sure thing... if you tell me how you got past the Spirit Balls earlier."

"Oh that?"

Pan managed to place Kani onto a bench as Tien and Launch entered.

"Just me thinking fast and using my ki shield again."

"A ki shield? You have to show me how you do that."

"Next time we meet, we'll do that."

Tien placed his hands over both of them.

"Kani... Pan... you both fought well."

"I'm sorry about earlier, Dad."

"I know, Kani. That other personality of yours really wanted to win. But you got it under control before it could cause any real harm."

Launch walked over to her daughter and hugged her.

"You did so well, Kani. You may not have won, but we're both so proud of you."

"Need a hand up, Kani?" offered Pan.

"Thanks for offering, but I'll be alright."

Kani found that she was able to get up on her own, though Tien and Launch took her hands just in case she needed support.

"Good luck with the rest of the tournament, Pan. We'll be rooting for you."

Pan nodded back to her as she watched Kani and her parents leaving. With two matches completed, Pan just had to wait for her third.

"Pan and Noget, please report to the arena."

It seemed to go so fast for Pan as she waited to see who would be fighting her...

The caped fighter with the bandages and sunglasses to cover his face.

"So the mystery man's name is Noget, huh?" she pondered.

After the last match, Pan made sure to remove her weighted undershirt in the changing room: she now had maximum mobility. But of course as the last match taught her especially, she had to remain ready for anything.

"And now we begin the quarter-finals, starting with Pan against Noget!"

"My Pan's already got two in the bag, so I don't think we're in for much of a surprise with this one."

"Well now, we'll have to see once the match starts, Mr. Satan."

As Pan made her way out of the arena, she couldn't help but notice something peculiar: her father wasn't in the crowd. As far as she knew, her dad had no intention of entering the tournament.

"It wouldn't really be like him to do that... then again..."

She knew that her father was particularly focused on his scholarly work, but he still took the time to train most days. Plus, there was that one time she found a caped costume in his closet, as well as a pair of sunglasses quite similar...

No, it had the exact inscription on the side as the ones her father had.

"I'd know those sunglasses from anywhere!"

She pointed over at Noget, who hardly nudged as she questioned him.

"Is that you, Dad?"

Just as she shouted this, she saw her father back in the crowd: he couldn't be in two places at once. Just realizing it couldn't be her father, she was still curious about why he had her father's sunglasses.

"Okay, just who are you and what are you doing with my dad's sunglasses?"

The man took them off, though it was still hard to tell who he was. He then began undoing the bandages, starting from below with his mouth.

"I must say, Pan..."

That voice...

"I'm really impressed that you made it this far."

Gohan and Chi-Chi were shocked at the face underneath.

"That's..."

The man then took off the cape which had covered his arms, which revealed his blue long-sleeved undershirt.

"Uncle Goten..."