Co-written by SuperSaiyan2Link.
Trunks couldn't even make words. Chronoa, who thought Pan was nearly killed when Lord Slug tried crushing her in his hands, now saw the fatal wound firsthand.
Both crouched down, seeing through the scroll that even with Gohan's intervention stopping Frieza from tearing out her heart, Pan fell and bled from the wound just beneath her chest with no sign of slowing and her body unable to do a thing.
"PAN!"
Trunks broke the silence.
"Pan, can you hear us?! Say something... ANYTHING, if you can hear us!"
The usually formal and reserved Supreme Kai of Time put her face up to the scroll as if to make sure Pan could hear her.
"Stay with us, Pan! Just hang in there! PLEASE!"
It wasn't that Pan couldn't hear them, but in the state her body was in, it was hard to hear, period.
"I always wondered why my parents wanted me to live a normal human life. Not a life like theirs. Like Grandpa's."
Seeing the distraught face of her father, only a child now, witnessing her fall as Frieza's left arm alone kept him from going after her...
"It's the same reason they never told me about this. All these battles in the past. And... the deaths."
At this current moment in history, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and Tien were dead as a result of the Saibamen and Nappa. Piccolo had died in that battle too and had only been alive again shortly. And Vegeta, whom she was forced to blast at his own request, nearly died until Dende helped her.
"They never wanted this for me."
She had been gone for so long from her Earth and so locked in preparing for battles Pan had almost forgotten what it was like...
"They wanted me to live a life of peace. The peace my dad didn't get to have."
It was clear to her especially now why her father, despite still training and keeping in peak shape, prioritized not just his studies and career, but his family and "normal" civilian life:
"He never wanted any of this as a child. It was thrust upon him because of how strong he was for his age. Because of the greater threat that came. If he had any choice in the matter..."
In their training and play spars together as Pan grew up, the impression was never that her father didn't enjoy the thrill of martial arts, but rather...
"Dad didn't want to fight to survive. He never wanted to fight to the death. And all this..."
All the death he witnessed, all the pain he had to go through, and all the times he nearly died himself...
"Piccolo may have done what he did for the sake of the planet, but my dad was practically a child soldier. Fighting far too young in life-or-death struggles."
She mustered enough of her strength for what may have been her one final act:
Putting her hand out to Gohan.
"You never wanted this for yourself... and you and Mom did everything in your power so I wouldn't have to go through what you did."
Whether she did this to try comforting him or as a final goodbye to her father, even as the young Gohan would never know Pan's true identity...
"I wish I could take back all our fights. The things I said to you. Maybe soon... I will."
Gohan saw Pan's eyes closing and her raised hand fall down, as well as the impact point into a rock formation he couldn't reach in time.
"At that speed and angle, her blood will...!"
"NO!"
"Oh, whatever is the matter, dear boy?" Frieza taunted.
"I tried to save you..."
The back of her head was about to make contact first...
"...and I failed."
...but instead of a thunk, Gohan and Frieza heard rocks grinding, breaking apart.
"S-she's..."
"How in the...?!"
Krillin, having caught her right before, used his own body to keep Pan upright, his back and left shoulder taking most of the brunt.
"H-h-hang on!"
Frieza's bloodied right hand began to aim right at his two falling adversaries...
"Let's fix that..."
Gohan had pushed back with everything he had...
"I couldn't save Mr. Piccolo from Nappa..."
But then with a snarl...
"I won't let you kill her or Krillin!"
Frieza actually saw himself being rotated clockwise in midair, the Death Beam that released missing its mark.
"Y-you BASTARD SPAWN of Raditz!"
His right hand went to chop at Gohan in retaliation...
...when two hands gripped him from behind by his neck, then pulled him straight down.
"Attack NOW, Gohan!"
Piccolo had stretched his arms to pull Frieza away, but knew the moment the tyrant touched down, he'd recover and break away with ease. But where before, against Nappa, Gohan hesitated to fire, losing his composure, here, having seen what Frieza had done and knowing what he'd do...
"I'm going to use everything I've got to stop him!"'
"You'll die for that!"
What at first appeared to be a sphere came down straight for Frieza, who, upon Piccolo releasing him, tried to get away, but only had enough time to face it directly and put his hands out to protect himself.
Having slowed down and finally landing, Krillin shifted his position just enough to face her left side while never letting go of the back of her head.
"H-hey... just give me a sec to..."
Putting his left hand to her neck...
"S-still have a pulse. Good."
...he then felt her head weighing down on his right hand.
"D-don't start fading on me now...!"
He put his left hand to her non-scarred cheek.
"No, no, stay with us!"
He looked around desperately for the one companion who could do something about this:
"DENDE!"
The secret was already out, so the direct approach took precedence over guile.
"K-kr..."
He saw Pan's eyes open, but from her speech could tell she didn't have long.
"I've got you. Now just hold on. Help is on the..."
"Kri..."
She continued to speak, as well as tried lifting her right hand up.
"Shh, shh..."
His left took hold of it, his grip just enough to let her know...
"I'm not going anywhere. Just focus. Eyes on me."
Still not seeing or hearing anyone coming his way to help...
"DENDE, get your butt over here, NOW!"
He felt her hand struggle to stay upright...
"Just relax, okay? Don't overexert. You're going to be okay."
...and saw Pan smile...
"Krilli..."
"Wait, don't... just hang on... everything's going to be...!"
...then close her eyes, her hand coming down completely.
"That's her ki!"
Goku was in shock.
"It's going down fast! She doesn't have long!"
Earlier, the Supreme Kai of Time had talked Goku into not leaving the healing pod earlier when Vegeta was on Death's door, convincing the Saiyan raised on Earth that the ally whose identity was a mystery to him would pull through.
"It's not that Queen Kai was wrong, but if Frieza's done that to someone like her, then everyone else will..."
His fists tightened…
"If I had just left a minute ago..."
...but he still felt pain in his left hand from Vegeta having broken it when Ginyu was in possession of his body.
"Damn it..." he audibly spoke aloud.
He hated to admit it, but even earlier, he could feel his body was still nowhere near a hundred percent and still recovering.
"Stay alive everyone... Gohan... Krillin... and you, whoever you are..."
"You've been awfully quiet, Towa," Mira observed.
The two were watching what appeared to be the futile effort of Krillin to keep Pan alive.
"Will you mourn her?" he bluntly asked.
Towa closed her eyes and sighed.
"If she dies... then she dies."
Dende saw what at first looked like an orb from Gohan unleashed on Frieza, keeping him pinned in place on the ground, then followed by a beam.
"Gohan's power... could it actually be enough to defeat him?"
"DENDE!"
Krillin called for him in the distance.
"He needs my help."
He started hovering when he could've sworn Frieza was actually peering right at him as he flew.
"He couldn't be... why would he focus on me when he is struggling just to hold back that...?"
A blast from his hands not only stopped Gohan's attack, but was actually sending it straight back to sender, who was in no position to get out of the way or defend against it.
"Gohan!" Dende cried out.
Piccolo saw this as well, then saw Frieza stand up, now facing Dende, pointing at him.
"I can't let Gohan die... but I can't leave Dende."
In milliseconds, Piccolo had to choose between saving the son of his former enemy that he had now truly come to care for and the only remaining Namekian besides himself and Kami whose healing ability was what was keeping them in the fight to begin with.
"With the Dragon Balls, I could get Kami to..."
He grew infuriated with himself...
"How dare I think like that!"
...but also saw Dende staring off at his impending death as well.
"Damn it, I'll hate myself with whoever I let die!"
A familiar roaring battle cry caught enough of Frieza's attention to look upward...
"I suppose with me holding back, I should've expected this..."
...seeing the Saiyan Prince about to swing down, perhaps with a double axe handle.
"That's right. Come on. Hit me."
"Take your shot, Frieza."
Piccolo, with Dende no longer Frieza's target, turned to Gohan, firing off with both hands to intercept the orb. It pierced through Gohan's reflected attack, causing it to explode before it could reach the son of Goku.
Meanwhile, Frieza fired straight at Vegeta to intercept him before the Saiyan could make contact...
...then saw that from Vegeta emerged the red polearm Pan had wielded and discarded earlier...
"WH...?!"
...which not only deflected the Death Beam towards the ground, but also struck Frieza's hand, causing him to stumble backward.
"You really thought this red rod would kill me?!"
The pain the tyrant actually felt was not dissimilar from when Pan used it.
"When she had that red aura. And Vegeta's power was very much like..."
"DENDE, get your butt over here, NOW!"
Hearing Krillin shout this once more, Frieza was drawn away from the Saiyan Prince, as well as saw Dende now flying there with full haste.
"The Saiyans and the large Namekian can wait. If I eliminate the short Namekian now..."
"HEY!"
Vegeta swung the Power Pole, which Frieza stopped with one wrist, then, before the tyrant could counterattack, was actually forced onto his knees with a two-handed push.
"Let's see what it can do in the hands of a Super Saiyan!"
With Krillin in her sight as her eyes started closing...
"Krilli..."
...her mind played several memories she had with one of Goku's oldest friends:
One of the earliest memories Pan had any recollection of was one where she was at Krillin and Lazuli's. The five of them sitting together, both her parents so excited about the news:
"Her first words, already?" asked Lazuli.
"Just last night," Videl clarified.
"I'm surprised how quickly she's starting to assemble words," went Gohan, holding Pan.
"Gohan, you were a pretty quick learner too, right?" Krillin asked. "Launch said she met you years before I did, and at your age, she was pretty surprised you started talking too."
"Tell you what:"
Lazuli walked over to Gohan, hunching over so Pan could see her.
"La-zu-li."
Pan made small unrelated noises, then had her hands out as if gesturing them would help her try to figure it out.
"La... La..."
The blonde haired wife of Krillin tilted her head and smiled.
"Little more..."
"La... Lazul."
Krillin snickered, then covered his mouth to contain giggles.
"What?" his wife asked.
"I was just thinking five out of six letters is a pretty good start... Lazul."
Pan peered over at Krillin, almost giving him a side eye.
"Uh..."
"See, that's why I prefer you call me Eigh... Eigh..."
Lazuli was about to sneeze and stepped backward before covering her nose with her wrist.
"Well, Krillin?" Videl began. "Let's see how Pan does with your name."
He stepped over, not needing to crouch to meet Pan's eyesight.
"Krillin. Krill-in".
She gestured her hands again, trying to articulate.
"You can do it. I believe in you."
"Kr... Kr..."
"Yes?"
"Krilli."
After seeing Krillin's dumbfounded face react, Pan started to giggle.
"I think..." Lazuli started, trying to keep herself from laughing. "I think she likes it."
The child of Gohan and Videl then pointed over at Krillin.
"Krilli."
She giggled even more so as Lazuli gave him a friendly smack on the shoulder.
"Yes. That's Krilli."
Now Pan's giggling grew even more infectious with her parents and even Krillin himself joining in.
"Well okay. Krilli it is."
Then a year or so later when the extended Z-Fighter family gathered together for a pool party and barbeque. Pan was in the shallow end of the pool, inflatable armbands on to keep her afloat, as Marron, Krillin and Lazuli's teenage daughter, kept watch of Pan and also tried coaching her in swimming.
"Yep. Just like that. With your arms."
She swat her hands downward, splashes comparable to an adult doing the same feat being made.
"Not so hard a splash. Just little ones."
After receiving Marron's instruction, Pan adjusted, swimming forward with lighter strokes.
"Good job, Pan."
She saw many of the grown-ups gathered close to the grill, Yamcha and Vegeta at the helm.
"You think I should try growing out a mustache?"
"Not on your life."
The blunt answer from Vegeta had Yamcha chuckle.
"Alrighty then."
Pan heard a bee buzzing past her. Instead of being alarmed or nervous, Pan giggled, deciding to swim towards it out of the shallow end.
"Whoa, whoa," cautioned Marron. "That's the deep end, Pan."
"Don't worry," reassured Marron's father. "The lifeguard has an eye on her."
As Pan continued swimming forward, she heard the voice of a member of Marron's family she had met for the first time that day:
"So Krillin told me you and Tien run a dojo these days."
Lapis, his hair much like his sister Lazuli's save for the color.
"Yeah, though Chiaotzu has helped us keep afloat as well."
"Ah. Neat."
"Tell me, Lapis..." began Vegeta. "Last we met, you hadn't exactly landed a career."
"Whoa, Vegeta. He didn't mean anything by..."
"Don't sweat it," went Lapis. "Well I can say that I have found a line of work that suits me."
Pan saw the bee land on a flower that was growing out of the concrete at the pool's edge. Her father, who was helping set up the eating area with tableware, saw Pan near the bee and made his way over.
"Remember, Pan: let the bee do its own thing. If it's scared, it'll sting."
Pan didn't try to get closer or reach up for the bee, simply content to watch it.
"Uh, Gohan, you better come quick..."
Hercule started off calmly, but then...
"On the double!"
Pan peered over, seeing them over by a box of some rocket-shaped objects.
"How did this happen?" her father asked.
"I've tried putting them all out, but at least one is still..."
One of the fireworks went off. The loud noise once it went boom up above caught Pan completely off-guard, startling her.
Just then, a loud popping noise.
"Pan?" went Videl, hearing her daughter and now this noise.
Once she was crouched over to see Pan, she saw that Pan had unwittingly used ki, popping the armbands.
"Pan!"
Videl went to grab hold of her arm, but Pan was underwater before she could reach her daughter. As Pan sank, the young child wasn't frantically moving or panicking, but kept nearly still. Once she reached the bottom of the pool, she was almost in a perfect sitting stance.
Then something entered the water and a red blur was in front of her:
Krillin, in a red t-shirt and white swim trunks. He took hold of her and then nearly flew out of the water. Once they touched down, he laid her on her back, keeping her head upward.
"Hey, are you okay there, Pan?"
Pan's vision was a little fuzzy, adjusting to the sun getting in her eyes, but then she sat straight up and onto her arms. She coughed, spitting out water, after which her mother put a hand to her back.
"There, there."
Pan saw two pairs of feet in front of her: Bulma's and Bulla's.
"You had a little ki accident there. Not to worry. I can get started on armbands that'll withstand anything from a bee sting to your ki."
Pan saw Bulla, despite being shorter than her, put out a hand to help her.
"Up, up."
She took it and was on her feet, after which she turned to Krillin.
"Thank you, Krilli."
"Hey, don't mention it. It's all part of the job, on-duty or off."
Bulla then pointed over at him.
"Krilli."
"Doh!"
"Krillin, I'm sorry. I was..."
"We're losing her, Dende!"
Once he arrived, the short Namekian took the buttoned coat Pan was wearing and opened it up, revealing her blue shirt worn underneath and saw the wound much more clearly. Once this was done, he put his left hand to her right, then the left hand directly over Pan's wound, the glow slow to begin.
"Come on, come on...!"
"Krillin, that isn't helping!"
The Earthling gripped Pan's right once more.
"Please, please just stay with us a little longer..."
He looked down at her face, believing he had seen Pan draw her last breath.
"Don't do this to us."
Krillin put his head down.
"No. Not to Gohan. Not to me."
A mysterious figure was just behind Krillin, peering down at Pan from his hood and his praying arms.
"She's saved our skins and this time, it was too much for..."
"M..."
Krillin, a tear coming down, saw that Pan's face moved as if she were just waking up.
"Almost there," went Dende.
Pan, peering up at her opened coat, saw the last of the wound being covered by newly grown flesh, slowly sealing it. Once it concluded, she sat up and put her left hand over it, feeling the obvious opening in the lower region of her shirt, but otherwise no wound.
"You really had me going there," went Krillin, whom, when Pan looked at him, tried to wipe his tear away quickly with his wrist.
"You saved me."
"I mean, all I did was..."
"If you hadn't caught me, I would have bled out. I wouldn't be here without you."
Dende appeared to be taking a step backward to give her space.
"Either of you."
He then noticed she still had a very noticeable wound remaining: the x-shaped scar on her left cheek. Approaching and putting a hand to it...
"I had to try."
The hooded figure, peering from behind a fox mask, saw that all was well.
"I knew you would make it. I mean, you did cut it pretty close, but still."
As Pan's cheek was healed, she couldn't help but look out in the distance, as if someone unseen person were looking over at her.
"Best I make my exit, then."
But while not seeing or hearing him, Pan just had a feeling.
A sigh of relief from Goku.
"She's okay."
"A minor setback," Towa began.
"How so?" Mira inquired.
"Several changes almost occurred... and may still come to pass."
Earlier
Vegeta continued his assault, actually seeming to keep Frieza from getting to higher ground with the Power Pole. Gohan and Piccolo were in awe at his speed and strength, as well as the fury of his unrelenting attacks.
"S-should we help Vegeta?"
"With all the power we've used up just now, we'll just get in his way. I hate to admit it, but Vegeta's the only one capable of actually keeping up with Frieza right now."
"Until my dad gets here, right?"
Piccolo seemed slow to give an answer.
"I hope so, Gohan."
Just then, the tyrant forced the Power Pole down, then with a strategic swing, knocked it out of Vegeta's hands in their direction.
"Gohan, watch o...!"
He then found that Gohan had caught the Power Pole before one of its ends could touch his face like catching a spear.
Vegeta saw Frieza defending against his punches, but not making one move against him.
"Yes! That's right! He can't attack without leaving himself wide open! All he can do is defend!"
But in a blur, Frieza moved around him...
"I see you!"
And with a chopping hand, struck Frieza exactly where he was going...
"Eh?"
...except what he struck was an afterimage. And he then saw Frieza having made it to an island a short distance away in less than a second.
"Quite the Super Saiyan, indeed. If I go faster, you'll get motion sick."
All this time Vegeta thought he was now matching Frieza, keeping him on the ground, and not attacking...
"Y-you were toying with me?"
"I'm afraid with all this Super Saiyan nonsense you kept babbling about, you were long overdue for a lesson. So yes, I led you on. All to show you that it was only a legend after all."
Vegeta looked over at his gloved hands, seeing them partially tattered.
"I came back from near-death. I was certain it would've made me... made me a..."
Clenching his hands into fists...
"You shit! That tears it!"
He zoomed up into the sky, arms raised.
"I AM A SUPER SAIYAN!"
Frieza simply stood arms crossed as he saw Vegeta amassing what to most, especially his own men, would consider a massive amount of power.
"Now burn in Hell, Frieza!"
Gohan's eyes were wide open from just how much of Vegeta's power he was putting into it.
"He'll take the whole planet with him..."
Piccolo cried out directly.
"VEGETA! You'll drain yourself almost completely!"
The Saiyan Prince expelled his assembled ki in the form of a beam-like projectile and saw Frieza still staring at it, that same cocky smirk on his face, not even moving in the face of it.
"Let's see you laugh this one off when you're pushed into Namek's core!
It came closer and closer, still not one finger lifted, let alone an arm.
"And then we'll see if you even have a body left when the core explodes!"
For the briefest moment, Frieza stood on just his left foot.
"Trying to escape, are you? You'll have to escape the whole planet once it...!"
And with a jump, Frieza intercepted it, performing a backflip of sorts...
...and using his right foot to...
"He couldn't...!"
A purple glow overtook the tyrant and a kick with his right foot deflected it entirely...
...straight towards Vegeta.
The normally proud Saiyan Prince, struck with such terror and despair, trembled in midair...
"It. Did. Nothing. What she did was for nothing. Both her and the bald Earthling could've taken turns and it still would've been for nothing."
...and shed the very first tears of his life.
"Compared to his power... I..."
He couldn't even bring himself to move out of the way of his own reflected attack.
"I... am nothing."
"Vegeta!"
Gohan flew upward, thrusting his hands in his direction for a kiai wave, pushing Vegeta back just enough to narrowly avoid it. Piccolo, who lost track of Gohan, was struck at his actions.
"Even after everything Vegeta did to him and his father... Gohan still saved him."
"I'm not mad, little Saiyan," went Frieza from below, at first to the horror of Gohan. "In fact, I'll allow that."
The tyrant looked about ready to lunge upward.
"It would've been far too quick otherwise. We should really enjoy these last moments together."
Gohan turned not to see Vegeta preparing to battle or even take evasive action, but looking completely and utterly deprived of his will to fight.
"Vegeta, snap out of it. You have to..."
"We've... lost."
"Oh don't fret, Vegeta."
A thundering zoom ripping through the sky.
"I'll be gentle."
And after a front flip, he struck Vegeta not onto solid ground, but instead straight into the water. Frieza appeared to land on a piece of land so tiny his two feet barely held onto it...
...but with his hands lifted, water around him began to lift upward. Then with his arms lowered, all the water around the general area opened up, revealing the very bottom once beneath it.
"Drowning would've been too good for you..."
Piccolo nearly lost his footing at the sight of this.
"Frieza's moving that much water... pushing it back... and keeping it from him... with his telekinesis..."
And as Frieza hopped downward, walking up to the immobile Vegeta, then picking him up by his hair and punching his back with his other hand...
"...like he's barely using any of his power at all."
Noticing the Namekian from Earth staring at him, Frieza stopped and gave a mock wave gesture.
"Come on in. The water's fine."
This time, when he saw Gohan about to fly down to help...
...he put his hand out to stop him.
"It's no use, Gohan."
"B-but I can't just watch him..."
"Without your father or Dende, we have no choice."
"Dende?"
Frieza had overheard that name from Piccolo.
"Should've spoken telepathically..."
The tyrant snapped his fingers.
"Oh, that's right. I just knew I was forgetting someone."
Pan felt her left cheek, the scar that cut deep into it gone.
"Feels nice without the stinging."
As Dende saw his work just about done...
"I missed something."
He pointed over to a space on her coat between her shoulder and neck.
"It's just a small, little..."
"Let me get that."
He floated upward, then realized Krillin was in the way.
"I need you to step aside, please."
The Earthling nodded and proceeded away, his back against a wall. Pan heard Krillin trying to keep a groan quiet while putting his right hand over the back of his left shoulder.
"What are you looking at me like that for?"
"Krillin, you're hurt."
"It's nothing. Just... just got banged up a bit."
He then couldn't help but crouch, a brief peak at his back revealing red marks on the exposed skin from the hole Frieza's horn created in his armor, as well as his left arm especially. Dende saw this as well and gasped.
"Just a moment, Krillin, then I'll..."
He saw the last of Pan's wounds healed and prepared to float towards him...
...then all three heard a familiar sound.
"Death Beam!"
Pan turned her head, almost appearing as if Dende and Krillin were in slow-motion by comparison. Once she saw the beam coming right towards her direction...
"Ki shield, NOW!" shouted Trunks.
The ensuing explosion resulted in her being pushed back and Krillin being knocked back into the same wall he brushed against before. Pan found she had not only been untouched, but...
"Blocking that hardly used anything..."
She saw Krillin, not unscathed, but having avoided serious damage from the beam. But as she looked down at the Death Beam's intended target...
"...he was a child. And Frieza..."
Dende, entirely motionless and his clothes practically charred.
"Oh look, Prince Vegeta. It's Dende. Here, let's get you all patched up."
Like playing with a person-sized toy, Frieza planted his feet onto the ground only for the Saiyan Prince's legs to go limp, falling to his knees.
"Ah, of course. Dende can't hear us from up there."
He then held the back of Vegeta's head more directly and shoved his face towards the deceased Namekian.
"Hello there, Dende. I hear you're a healer. This is Prince Vegeta. Is there any chance you could heal him?"
Even having told Gohan to not help Vegeta for the sake of protecting the son of Goku, Piccolo was appalled by Frieza's torture and use of Dende as a prop.
"He's rubbing Vegeta's face in with the fact Dende can't heal anymore. Worse, he's treating Dende's body like a play thing."
"It would appear there's just ONE teensy little problem:"
He whispered in Vegeta's ear.
"Dende can't heal your broken pride."
With a swing and release, Vegeta was thrown into the same rocky wall, lying on his back as pieces fell around and onto him. Frieza, besides seeing a clump of Vegeta's hair in his hand...
"Oh don't you all give me that face..."
His four remaining opponents had faces twisting with despair over the difference in power, fear of what he'd do, disgust at how he had treated Dende's body, and anger at his deed and the total indifference he showed.
"It's the most basic law of the universe: anyone who is on the opposite side of my empire deserves their death. You can't possibly blame me for killing the Namekian. It's his fault. Dende brought it on himself. All he had to do was surrender..."
He took the clump, closed his hand around it, then tossed it right at the Namekian's head.
"...and not run."
Pan, as much as she would've wanted to do nothing more than go all out...
"I'll stand down if that's what I'm supposed to do... but the minute Grandpa gets here..."
"It's a respite period, Pan," Chronoa clarified. "Unless Towa gets Frieza to act out, he lets the others live until Goku arrives."
"I can see that you're upset, Saiyan girl," went Frieza, whose snarling teeth were not at all concealed. "I'll be happy to oblige you, but would you mind if I put the Saiyan Prince to bed first?"
He hunched over in front of the Saiyan Prince.
"What was it you said, Prince Vegeta? 'Now burn in Hell, Frieza!'"
After mocking the Saiyan's voice, he took Vegeta up by his collar with his right hand.
"That's actually where I'm sending you."
His other hand took on the familiar spearpoint stance.
"But you can rest easy... since I won't be there."
As Frieza was about to snuff him out...
A loud zoom. And an impact that all parties could feel. Even Frieza was given pause...
"I'm not as strong as you, but I'll give it everything I've got. It's time to get serious."
...at another combatant in orange and blue.
"One way or another, you're going to pay!"
Not just that...
"That face... I'm certain I've seen it before..."
Pan's anger slowly subsided not into a calm or happiness, but a semblance of reassurance with what was to come.
"Grandpa, you're back..."