A/N: There will be scenes that reference an older fanfic of mine still on FF dot net called "Trunks' Big Mistake". Not required to read, but it would help you understand the "space pub" scene better, please I would truly appreciate you looking at my work, haha.


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Meanwhile, in space, Yammu didn't waste a single moment dragging Pan into the training room and going to town on her. Pan put up a good fight, but after a while, Yammu's anger got the best and she was beaten down. This time, Yammu left her in the room. She wasn't in the mood to be kind, but she at least kept her promise not to kill her…

Pan managed to drag herself down the hall to the Medical Machines and get herself healed. Yammu was in such a bad mood, she could've very well been near death… The healing process ended up taking over an hour. But once she was good to go, she felt much stronger than before.

This was in fact a good routine after all… even if it did hurt like hell.

Once she was finished, she removed her now wet clothes and wrapped herself in a towel. She then went down the hallway to the training room. The door suddenly slid open as an exhausted Yammu came out. She stopped and glared daggers at Pan.

"I'm taking a break," she muttered as she continued on past her.

"Um… before you go…"

Yammu glared back. "What?"

"Can you tell me where I could get another set of armor? My parents threw away my last one."

"Supply closet," Yammu responded simply as she continued off.


It took a while to locate what supply closet Yammu was talking about, but she eventually found new battle armor and another set of red spandex, which she immediately donned, as well as tied her hair back in a ponytail. She was back in the game.

She decided it was best to leave Yammu be for a little while longer… she wasn't interested in another ass-beating. So she went to the training room to train by herself. The only problem was that she couldn't work the controls… so she did a little bit of free-style instead. For the first time, she could really see just how much faster and powerful she had become. She did some warm ups and shadow-sparring in the empty, white-walled room. She then mimicked what she had watched Goten do before, flinging ki balls all around and dodging every one with ease, and then turned her back to the final one and raised her fist before it could strike her, popping it with ease.

This is a cinch… But it was also boring.

Suddenly, the room grew darker, and the gravity started pulling her downwards.

Someone was fiddling with the controls of the training room… and it was pretty obvious to Pan who it was. Finally, she was about to get more of a challenge…

Without warning, quick moving warriors phased into existence and immediately started attacking. Pan was quick to block and evade every move. These holographic fighters were too quick. She could barely get a good glimpse at them. But even more irksome was the fact she couldn't get an opportunity to get any hits in. She spent more time defending than offending.

At this rate she would tire out before she could get any decent training in…

Maybe she should just take one hit and let out a bigger attack…

As she reared back, she felt the fury of fifty punches all at once… but that didn't stop her from releasing a massive ki wave that exploded all around her. Half of her enemies got destroyed. The other half charged back at her.

It was a hard, excruciating battle, she managed to defeat Level 10.


After a long night of healing and more training sessions, a tired and beaten Pan laid in her cot, staring up at the metal ceiling inside the cold room with only a thin blanket to keep her warm.

She figured she should really get some rest if Yammu wanted to train more later. But her mind was completely full to even think of sleep.

Now that she was running away again, how long was she going to be gone for this time? They say running away never solves anything… Yet if she hadn't done it the first time, she wouldn't have gotten as strong as she did. Her family and friends seemed intent on keeping her as weak as possible… Why?

Speaking of her loved ones, she couldn't help but wonder how they were holding up… When she returned home, they were beside themselves with relief, but Pan noticed how upset they were at her being gone for so long… If only she could make it up to them…

But now here she was, in the depths of space, going… Who knows where? She did ask Yammu where she was planning to go, but even she didn't have an answer.

"Anywhere but Earth," she replied.

So it looked like they were just aimless wanderers…

On one hand, Pan was giddy at the idea of exploring completely new places all over the planet, just like the Grand Tour trip with Trunks and Grandpa Goku…

On the other hand, her gut wretched at the idea of never seeing her family and friends ever again…

'This is for the best!' she kept telling herself, 'Otherwise you'll be stuck on Earth as a total weak loser! It's the only way!'

…Keep telling yourself that, Pan, she would respond to herself…


"GOD DAMMIT!" Yammu's scream rang throughout the entire ship from the dining area.

Pan was nervous about going near her, but she was hungry… "What's wrong..?"

"I am sick and tired of these damned MREs!" Yammu hissed as she threw a ready-to-eat meal at Pan, who nimbly dodged in time.

"Couldn't we stop somewhere to stock up on food then?"

"We could," Yammu murmured, "Assuming people won't recognize our ship and think we're out to overthrow them."

"Well, maybe we'll just take our chances!" Pan smiled, trying to cheer up the atmosphere.

It may have worked… Yammu stomped out of the hall and down the corridor towards the control room, with Pan close behind. Once inside, Yammu tapped a few buttons, and several holograms of maps showed up. Unfortunately, Pan couldn't make out the language…

"The nearest planet with sustainable life isn't for another 400 lightyears," Yammu muttered.

"Lightyears?" Pan cried, "We'll be shriveled up dust mites by the time we arrive!"

"Lightyears aren't literal years, you dumbass!" Yammu hissed, "It's a form of distance! It'll take us only a few hours before we get to that planet."

Pan's race turned red in embarrassment. "Oh right… I knew that!"

Yammu shook her head and then looked back at the maps. Something else caught her eye. "Hello, what do we have here?"

Pan peered over the Saiyan/Ryujian's shoulder for a better look. Yammu was looking at a small dot with an alien language around it… "Um… what is it?"

"A galaxy pub," Yammu smirked, "Haven't been to one of those in ages. I could definitely use a drink after everything I've been through."

Pan gulped at this as she recalled memories of visiting a galaxy pub during her last trip searching for the Black Star Dragon Balls. Needless to say it did not end well… "Um… Are you sure about that?" she asked, having flashbacks of creepy, blob-like aliens trying to hit on her. "Those places are filled with alien scum."

"Yep," Yammu replied, "My kind of people. And If I'm going to be stuck with you much longer, then I need all the drinks I can get."

She tapped more buttons on the controls, possibly to input coordinates. Pan quietly groaned to herself, hoping the outcome wouldn't be as bad as last time.


The ship proved too big to enter the dome from above that led to the pub. So they were forced to keep the ship afloat just above and enter the dome using an escape pod.

Pan was already getting nervous once they entered the pub. This crowd looked rougher and rowdier than the last pub she, Goku, and Trunks visited. Everyone stopped and stared as they walked through and made their way to the front, whether it was because they were women, or the Freeza-esque armor they were wearing. Pan did her best not to make eye contact. Yammu just moved on forward, not looking the least bit bothered.

The two made their way to the bar up front and took seats on the stools. A grubby, tough looking barkeep came straight up to them. "What'll have?"

"Beer," Yammu replied simply.

He looked over at Pan next. "An' you?"

Pan didn't want to complicate things by asking for a menu. So she quickly replied, "Same."

The barkeep nodded and walked off to get the orders. Pan was impressed. She wasn't carded or scolded for drinking underage! But wait, that meant she actually got to drink real alcohol for once… What her parents and grandparents have always scolded her about NOT doing until she was the legal age…

She was truly a rebel teenager now…

"Here." The barkeep slapped two glass mugs in front of the two. Yammu grabbed her glass and immediately chugged her beer down. Pan looked at her mug, filled with a dark brown and possibly unhygienic drink.

'This is it…' she thought to herself, 'I'm about to come of age here… I'm going to drink my first beer." She brought the rim of the glass to her lips. 'Farewell, childhood…'

She took a sip…

"BELUGH!" she cried, spitting it right out, "This stuff is GROSS! How can you stand it?!"

The entire pub got quiet, and all eyes were on Pan and Yammu. Pan's face went completely red both with embarrassment and worry. The barkeep glared, looking rather offended. Yammu snorted, unimpressed, and then called out. "Sorry about my friend here… She's an idiot."

There were a few chuckles in the crowd. Pan glared over, offended, but Yammu didn't seem to care. Instead, she grabbed Pan's glass and chugged down her share of beer. "Seriously, Pan," she muttered once she was finished, "Don't make any more scenes. You don't want to attract the wrong type of attention."

"Hay 'dere, purdy ladeee!" a drunken man approached the two, "I like me a woman who can handle her booooooze!" He wrapped an arm tightly around Yammu's shoulders. "Why dun'cha come 'round back wit me an' put 'dem purdy lips to good use on mah-"

He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence before Yammu grabbed onto his arm, flung him effortlessly over her shoulder, and sent him crashing into the filthy mirror behind the bar. The force not only shattered the mirror, but many of the bottles and mugs nearby.

"OY!" the barkeep screamed, "You got the credits to cover those?"

"Bite me," Yammu hissed.

Pan looked around nervously. The other patrons did not like having their source of alcohol destroyed… or they didn't like the idea of a woman who could actually defend herself from a sexual predator…. Or both.

And these patrons weren't just creepy men… They came in many shapes and sizes, and more importantly, different levels of strength. And they were all viciously eyeing the two of them.

Pan gulped. She had seen before those movies where the naive woman was taken advantage of by the creep villains. She had a good idea what those guys in front of her wanted to do to her…

"Get 'em, boys!" the barkeep shouted.

The entire place charged at them like rampaging rhinos. Yammu sighed heavily before bashing someone's face in, then kneeing a second man in the gut, then quickly flipping a third into a fourth.

Pan ducked out of the way before an alien with vicious teeth could chew her head off and threw a punch at his chin in self-defense… sending him flying through the roof. She stood there dumbfounded for a moment… She never thought she was THAT strong. Sure, she was strong, but only against simpler villains.

She was then caught off guard by an enormous hairy beast who grabbed her in his sweaty grip and squeezed. Before she could be crushed, she found her senses once more and pushed open his hands, allowing her to escape. She then followed up with a punch between his eyes, and he was down like dead weight.

Whoa… she thought to herself, I've never fought off someone that tough so easily before…

*WHAM!*

She looked behind herself to see Yammu had kicked away another person before they could sneak up behind her. "Pay attention!" Yammu shouted, "Don't let your guard down until you know you're done!"

"Oh right!" Pan jumped back into battle with a newfound confidence. Together, the two girls made mincemeat of the powerful alien sleazebags, and in the end, there only remained hills of piled up unconcious (possibly dead?) bodies.

Yammu and Pan celebrated by treating themselves to free drinks… though Pan stuck with soda. She was not quite ready to take that step towards beer just yet.

"I'm tellin' ya, Pan!" a drunken Yammu stammered, waving her beer in the air, "We're gunna grab this universe by the goddamn BALLS!"

"Yeah!" Pan rose her soda in the air, "By the balls!"

It felt great getting to say such things without getting scolded for it.