Dragon Ball: Space Adventures

About as well it could have gone III
It tasted like water, tasteless liquid no different from the one you drink from a fountain. White in color and large like a hill and coloring shadows on the ground—this cloud had no difference from the one she had back home. It wasn't surprising because I'd be stupid to think they tasted different, they were just clouds after all—but something about them was different, something sweet like cotton candy that made her want to devour every white dot that shone under the light of the sun. What could it be? There were no chemicals in the clouds, no artificial sweeteners like the ones on the meat and beef, this was a pure and clean bush like figure that stood alone in the skies but something about it made her feel like she couldn't get enough of it, and almost like magic, she understood why it was so sweet—It tasted like freedom. Freedom to fly to wherever she pleased, free from school and their horrible classes with their dull classmates she swore she never cared at all, free to ignore the waves of homework and maddening exams that had so easily approached her a mere week ago—But now none of that mattered, she was alone in the world, now her mother would never bother her about the studies or the dishes or the boring act of teaching other students—she was free, and to make it better with a mission on her hands, so she flew, high in the skies and fast as she could. The air splashed her body like a wave from the ocean while her body made slim shadows below, The Radar blinked with every passing second as the miles shortened between her and the dreamt sphere, the large pines of wood stretched as far as the eye could see turning the ground beneath to a shade of colorful green, only impeded by the river which slide across like a cat across a hall. How beautiful it was, this newfound freedom she had, free no different than a lonely hawk alone in the skies. And there up in the skies she looked below to the place where her objective was being held.
A large castle stood alone in the summit of a valley, covered around it by a river and only being connected to the world through a large wooden bridge. The grey concrete walls of the castle were as thick as a table is large, and four towers did the over watch around the leaden old place— where a large structure raised in the middle, the castle itself grew like a mountain with dozens of rooms and storage sites, and there standing the tallest almost like a terrace, a pair of open windows led her inside to the maze. She adjusted her bandana, cracked her knuckles, and prepared to act. The girl flew right above the lonely room, and gradually lowered herself from the skies and gently touched the brick roof with an immense softness that caused no sound at all. First, she noticed that none of the over watch towers had any personal guarding the area—and so she took a deep breath, and tried to focus. Bit by bit the sound of birds and trees reached her whistling and shaking alone like a heartbeat, while a million small lights appeared all around her. Butterflies, ants, whatever species near this castle was revealed to her like a treasure map shows the spot and there, somewhere inside the castle, a few people talked and moved aimlessly in a tongue she had no clue off— it reminded her of German, but that was just the best thing she could come up with. The girl smiled, the situation couldn't have better even if she had wanted it. Pan walked towards the edge, and jumped down, squatting as she landed, to absorbed the impact—and before she entered through the window she checked again— they seem to still be talking. She put her foot on the frame and entered inside. The room was filled first by a large wooden table that was surrounded by chairs with brown cushion and four small wardrobes with metal knobs stood beside, and above them, six large windows with stained glass made guard with six different paintings in all the glasses.
The largest painting stood behind the table that rested in the middle of the table, and was of a being with a light-blue skin who had a few points that looked like scales around him and eyes that reminded her of a human, a wooden-colored cap on his head was accompanied by a golden disk, and he held a metal sword as he looked upwards to the right, covered by a cyan cape, and a green tunic that went from his shoulders to his feet. Pan looked around and the first thing she found was a hallway to the right who moved straight into a stair that turned on itself. Calmly but alert, she walked through keeping an open ear towards any sound. With each step she grinned—the sound of her shoes on the floor was so loud she felt like the world was hearing her. Pan cursed herself, she had a great sense of hearing, but she had to focus on something else. She looked at the radar, and it told her that she still needed to walk a few stairs down. Silently like a piano going down the stairs, She despised how well her senses worked, she could smell the walls too well for her liking, all the dirt and oldness of it, all the small sounds of birds hundreds of feet away, everything, but the girl rode on and made way towards the thing she remembered seeing long ago, that boringly strange honey colored sphere that her grandfather held as a gift, remembering well that time her uncles had helped gathering the seven spheres just so she could see the legendary dragon, and what a moment it had been when the skies turned to darkness obscurer than any word or song could ever hope to match at all, how the seven balls shone so bright that everything went blind and when their eyes could see again the entire universe seemed to have become nothing but what laid in front; Shen Long, The Dragon. With his green scales that shined stronger than any diamond could ever do— with his large tail that seemed to go forever and ever into the distance and those red consuming eyes of a murderous but peaceful color that stared back towards the little group below. Words couldn't have been enough, so she cheered and said Hello towards the gigantic being above, who very kindly returned the greetings, and asked with an impossible imposing voice; "What are your wishes?"
She could have asked for everything, for an island all of her own, for a million toys, but remembering well—she decided to get something that had been hers some time ago; Her tail. Removed from birth and never to be seen anymore. The reason she was explained was as to not become an Ozaru, a gigantic monster that possess immersive destructive power, a beast that walks through ashy cities filled with the destroyed ruble of his making. The girl didn't think twice, lifting both arms forward as if she were cheering a concert she yelled; "Give me back my tail!" And those lavas colored eyes glowed white for a moment, a singular second where the universe seemed to stop and nothing ever happened—a moment later, a strange sensation appeared on her back, it didn't seem to be anything she'd ever had—It was hairy and brown and waved like a dog's tail all on Its own. It was beautiful, perfect, her very own tail had now returned, and everything was right in the world. Of course, nothing good ever lasts. Her parents were extremely concerned and also upset (and also to her uncles) that they had done that without even telling them at all, as now she could turn into a forty meters' tall monster like Godzilla. Pan had no idea what the issue was. She had no problem training her self-denominated "Kaiju form". It was and still one of the coolest things that she could think of—even if she can't look at the full moon anymore, but it the scale of things that mattered to her, that's a good price to pay for cool stuff. She wondered, what was the price to pay for what she was doing right now? The stairs turned around on its own, and small hallways appeared as she went on, then, on one small hallway, the radar indicated they were level to what she had been searching. She entered the hallway and saw what was an honest room, where a family sized- table lay besides four cushioned chairs, and near it, two small wardrobes stood by, and the one to the left, is where the radar said it was. From the wardrobe, and hidden inside a wooden box with a key that Pan easily smashed open, a Dragon Ball laid still, and for a moment and then on, Pan felt extremely disappointed. That was the legendary Dark Dragon Ball? One of the most powerful magical objects in all existence, and it looked like a new year decoration? There was nothing in it, nothing that led her to believe that this thing held the key to anything at all. It was just a honey-colored ball, with four dark stars, that fit perfectly in her hand. To make sure, Pan moved the Ball across the radar, almost hoping it said something else, but when the radar followed the Ball, she limited to sigh in defeat and carry on. The other Dragon Balls were much cooler.
The girl left the room and walked with the sphere on her hands, admiring its incredibly lame existence. She stopped for a moment to hear anything but the guys were still talking calmly. It had been easy, and not that was bad, but a good challenge wouldn't be the worst thing, a small fight here and there—keeping the blood running. She didn't see anything wrong with it, why not have some fun? But that wasn't going to happen, she was suffering from her succ—What the fuck is that? She thought before the sound cleared out, and a large smile appeared on her face. The crashing sound of metal roared through the corridors, it was like every single plate was crashing down to the ground at the same time and it was coming straight towards her. From the door, several men in metal armor and one in a tunic entered, all looked similar to the person in the glass, but the tallest one had a yellow cloak and a beard, the smallest one had a leather tunic with a pin of the sun on it, and a few had a large sword and one had a pair of very distracting green eyes. They both stared at each other, the fated encounter between two races so far away from each other that none other than fate led them to this point today, what incredible lessons could they learn? What indescribable emotions would be learned from this majestic encounter in the depths of the stars?
The leather tunic one pointed at her and yelled something, then, all the knights jumped at her, the one with the sword came running to her right and positioned himself in front of her, the other ran across the table, and seemed to try and cut her off the open window. Pan smiled with confidence, this was going to be light work. First, she jumped towards the table and as the man held the sword in a vertical stance, she jumped behind him, forcing him to turn to her. Now, with plenty of space, the man hurried to swing the sword from above towards her, but she easily moved below and dodged it, then, as the sword hit the air she sunk her left hand deep into the being's stomach. The armor that she assumed was metal contorted in the form of her knuckles as it sunk too, and the soldier retreated slowly and in a moment he felt into the ground emotionlessly. Pan turned to the other who was moving around the table and she rushed towards him. The man, thinking he could do something, rushed forward too, and grabbed a comfortable knife and as the girl appeared in front he lunged into her face, but Pan only moved left, and jumped to knee him in the face and send him flying straight into the wall. That was two out of a dozen. She thought, as she turned and watched at the doubting team of soldiers. Pan approached the table and grabbed it from the middle and sent it flying through the window, breaking one of the crystals and disappearing somewhere into the world—then she ran forward towards one of them who stood alone, and as the man held the sword in a vertical stance, she jumped in front forcing him to turn to her. Now, with plenty of space, the man hurried to swing the sword from above towards her, but she easily blocked the sword with her wrists and as the metal weapon bounced from her knuckles she jumped in the air kicked him in the face sending him recoiling towards the ground like a tornado. Pan turned to the other and rushed—he barely got his arms into the ground before the impact sunk into his stomach and reduced him into a fetal position. The others two quickly acted and lunged their swords towards where she was, like wonder woman, she raised her wrist and blocked each sword—then she grabbed them and like a gun recoiling she sent them flying toward their faces knocking both out instantaneously. Having watched their fellow brother in arms get cleaned in under thirty seconds the remaining four moved away and as the girl retreated into the middle of the room they surrounded her taking their knifes out with a wave of concerned stares painted on their faces.
Then, they lounged, sending every knife forward with an immense amount of desperation sending cuts in diagonal and horizontal but only managing to split the air as the girl waved and dodged to the left and right like a dancer at the carnival. She jumped over them and rushed towards the one in front, who send the knife forward only for his hand to be grabbed and for himself to be lifted from the ground and sent flying into a wall to not wake up until a few minutes later. The other, who barely turned, was meet by a flying orange bandana who turned around and spin kick him in the face. The other two? Just as fast, and moments later Pan had left the room flying away with a large smile on her face, hoping that the rest of the trip had a more moments like these.