A/N:

So fun fact, I tried to not spoil Pan dying in the last chapter when posting it around but then I forgot I put it literally in the fic's summary. OOPS.

Also, funny thing, apparently 9 years ago today DBS Ep. 9 aired, where literal Fetus-Pan turned Super Saiyan as part of the Super Saiyan God ritual. Closest thing we got to Super Saiyan Pan being canon… Oh well! That's what I'm here for. Hehe.

Of course, Pan didn't die immediately. Though, time did seemingly slow to a crawl as her limp body hit the ground, so her perception was probably a bit distorted.

Doggedly, Her body kept twitching with the smoldering embers of a life refusing to be snuffed out. She mentally begged herself to get up, she couldn't go down so easily!

During every battle her family had taken part in - they had gotten back up no matter how hard they were hit. No matter how much the cards were stacked against them. No matter how far the odds were out of your favor. They always had some trick up their sleeve. The kaio-ken, the spirit bomb… Super Saiyan…

She could really use Super Saiyan right now.

Super Saiyan could heal injuries, right? I mean, going Super Saiyan always temporarily cures her father's eyesight problems, so… Maybeeee it'd do the same for her neck?

Wishful thinking…

But, uh, anyway. As her grandpa is fond of saying - 'Power comes in response to a need, not a desire.' For some reason, even though the rest of her family had unlocked it with ease - Super Saiyan had always eluded her. Now, that need was stronger than ever!

Plus, She'd done things like this before. Like… Way back during the fight with Cell Max, the way she learned to fly was…Well, just kind of doing it. The platform was blown to bits by that monster, and the ability to fly just unlocked itself so she could get to safety.

Or, at least, that's how her father put it. While she did experience it first hand - she was only three at the time and didn't remember it at all. Though, she did have one coherent memory of that day…Her father in newly unlocked 'beast' form landing the final blow on that horrid beast with the Special Beam Cannon.

It was a hundred times more mezmerizing that any lightshow Capsule Corp could put on. The dazzling colors, the sheer power of their energies colliding was a memory wasn't going to forget. She figured she'd carry it with her to the grave, but she didn't expect that end to come so soon.

As much as she tried to push it back, death tightened its grip on her and surrounded her with it's embrace. It was like sinking into a pit of quicksand - the more you push against it the stronger it seemed to get. Quickly, her focus drifted from trying to catch that second wind to merely staying alive.

"No…" She whispered, with her last ounce of strength.

She needed to stay alive… She needed to apologize to Mom, to see Dad get back from his trip, hang out with a freshly retired Grandpa Satan…

But she failed at even that.

Death actually felt very… strange, in that it felt like nothing at all. She didn't hurt, nor was she in a state of euphoria, it just felt like her soul was torn from of her body.

–

The Galaxy Soldiers proceeded to split up, with the goal of sweeping the mansion as quickly as possible. Each one of them grabbed a portable radio in an earbud to listen to live coverage of the ceremony - they knew time was not on their side and it was going to end at any moment. They did kill someone presumably related to the champion, if they were caught then they'd be, in no uncertain terms, fucked.

Though, as a side note, being apart did have the convenient side effect of preventing any further internal squabbles.

They ended up finding an absolute treasure trove! Home movies, trophies, stage-worn costumes… Coolest of all, a folder full of draft pages for an upcoming manga based on Mr. Satan's life and legacy seemingly sent over for approval and read around the living room coffee table.

Captain Bojack was a genius, this was a phenomenal idea! They were going to be riiich.

Within a few short minutes, they'd thoroughly cleaned the place out of anything worth taking - ending up with a cargo hold stuffed to the gills. They took back off into space, all smiles at a job well done.

–

When Pan came to, she was laying in what felt like a hospital bed - staring up at a pink sky. Sitting up, and looking around, she saw rows and rows of others all laying on what turned out to be cots. Though, to her right was a very twisty path to a palace in the far distance. Surrounding this path was a layer of yellow clouds that oddly reminded her of the flying Nimbus.

"Why, hello there!" Squeaked a gentleman, walking up to her bed. He looked like a typical salary-man with a crisp white dress shirt and black tie, with only a duo of tiiiiny differences… a duo of horns and pale blue skin!

He noticed how pensive the girl's face seemed and tried to lighten the tension by introducing himself. "I see you're a bit confused, I'm an oni, nice to meet ya! Welcome to the afterlife! Once you're feeling up to it, please go join that line for judgement by King Yemma." Small pause. "I know it looks long, but it's constantly moving, you'll know your place by the end of the day!"

"Wuh…" Pan squeaked, rubbing her head. Her body felt lighter than air, like she was on the moon or something… Oh, look, there was a halo above her head. Wait a second! Did that guy say… afterlife? "No! I can't be dead!" She pleaded, grabbing the poor worker by the shirt and shaking him. "This is all a prank! Tell me it's a prank!"

–

The one, the only, the often imitated, but never duplicated Hercule Satan was doing what he did best… Sneaking away in the shadows. No, but in all seriousness, it'd just be for a few minutes, maybe an hour. He needed to go see his grand-baby. Videl had made some vague illusion to her being grounded, but - this was supposed to be a celebration of the Satan family, not just two of them. So, he figured he'd go check up on her - maybe ask if everything was alright. He even brought her favorite dessert - Coffee Cake!

But, as he approached, something didn't seem right. The door- was seemingly kicked off its hinges! Oh no, was he the victim of a robbery?! Damn it! "Pan!" He called out. "Are 'ya there?" - he tried not to worry, though. His granddaughter was one of the strongest people on earth, effortlessly stronger than him. She probably showed those good for nothing robbers what-for and retreated to her room to sleep, or something-

Well, that brief hope quickly blew up in smoke as his vision got stuck on what looked like a body laying on the floor. Mentally begging that it wasn't what he feared, that it was a trick of the light or- or-hell, he'd take one of the robbers bodies!

No. It was Pan's corpse. His sweet, darling granddaughter, gone. She had a full life ahead of her. She had- she had fame and fortune just lined up!

Tears welled up in his eyes as he dropped to his knees, scooping up his granddaughter's body in his arms. Her body was cold - She'd long since taken her final breath.

In that moment - all his bravado and showmanship eroded. He wasn't Hercule, he was just Mark. The family he'd built was the most important thing in the world, and… he still wasn't over the loss of his wife, now his grandbaby…He couldn't bare it. It was worse than any blow or punch he'd ever taken.

"I swear." He quietly muttered, standing up. "I am going to find who did this to by grand baby, and… Oh, I'm going to pay them back…Ten fold! I won't kill 'em, I'll just make 'em wish they were dead! I'll avenge youuuu!" His voice slowly raised until it was wails of grief, tightly clutching Pan's body to his chest.