Pan slowly turned her head back and forth wondering where she was and what had happened. She was standing in a large room, on a red carpet, with small speaking white clouds floating behind her. Outside the building was a long pathway with huge clouds off in the distance. Before her was a huge mahogany desk with a giant blue demon in a red suit sitting behind it staring down at Pan. In his hand was a single piece of paper.

"Hmm, not much to go on with this one," murmured the demon.

Pan's eyes narrowed and suddenly she remembered that she had been in a battle. "What? Wait! Where's Kojin?!"

The demon looked down at her. "Kojin again eh? That one's been quiet for awhile. Used to be really active, wiping out entire planets and sending entire races here."

Pan blinked a few times. "Here...?"

The demon pointed up.

Pan looked up and froze, sighting a halo above her head.

Slowly, and fearfully, she touched it. "I'm... I'm..."

"You're dead," said the Demon bluntly.

Pan slowly fell to her knees, hands against the floor to keep her somewhat upright, tears in her eyes. "No... no... nooooo!"

The demon sighed. "Look kid, don't make a scene here, I have a long enough line to deal with as it is, and passing your judgement is giving me enough of a conundrum to go through."

Pan said nothing, merely looking at the floor, it just hit hard her all the sudden. "I... I guess... I'm not going home..."

The demon nodded solemnly. "You stand before your judgement, and I, King Yanluo, am the sole one who will decide where you go. To heaven, or to hell, or perhaps somewhere in-between considering you were given a replacement body."

Pan blinked a few times before examining herself. She was whole in body, her fox gi, and her turtle hermit gi underneath it still on. Small comforts...

"Now, please stand," ordered King Yanluo, "And no tears, understand?"

Pan slowly rose to her feet and nodded, her face going lax. It hurt... it hurt to know she was dead, and she would never see her family again. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes, trying her best to act brave, Grandpa would have expected that of her.

King Yanluo examined the piece of paper in his hand. "Hmm, its strange, there's almost nothing on you. You just suddenly appeared a few days ago, as if out of thin air."

Pan remained silent, it was actually a fairly true statement for this dimension. It confirmed to her, sadly, that the otherworlds of different dimensions were not connected.

"Hmm, well, you were a little mean to your friend at times, rude to those in stations above you...," began Yanluo, rubbing his chin.

He gave her a wry smile. "But, you have a strong sense of justice, and know right against wrong. You saved your friend's life, you stood up against a tyrant's way of life, and sacrificed your life fighting evil," said Yanluo, "Though, not much came from it."

Pan winced, she cringed at those words, how they hurt. Both times Grandpa had died, he made a difference. Her? She had bit off more than she could chew, she knew she brought on her own death by drawing Kojin to her and trying to take him on, and for what? Unlike Grandpa... unlike Grandpa she hadn't made a damn difference. Pan could do nothing but hang her head in shame.

"Alright, while in my opinion there's not nearly enough in your life to warrant it...," began Yanluo, pausing as if to goad a reaction out of her.

Pan said nothing.

He scowled. "Alright alright. You're too strong to bother with the North Kai, so I'll allow you to go to the Grand Kai's planet to meet others like you. To train with heroes of old."

"I'm no hero," she mumbled, "Heroes don't fail..."

Yanlou raised an eyebrow. "I beg to differ."

He set down the paper, filled through his desk for a stamp, and brought it down on her paper. "Alright, your set to go, one of my helpers will direct you to the spirit car. NEXT!"

Goku sat down on the edge of a level of portals, letting his legs swing to and fro silently.

"So, what happens now?" asked Shin.

"We keep going," said Gohan, fury and determination in his voice, "Pan might be dead, but I'm not going to just go home. I'm going to find out what happened to my daughter, and if I can, find a way to bring her back."

Goku stood up and walked over. "Yeah! Gohan's right, we can't just give up now and..."

Gohan shot him a warning look. "Don't you dare speak! The only reason Pan's dead is because of you!"

Goku winced, but said nothing in return. He understood Gohan was mad, and truthfully, he was also right. He couldn't fault his son's fury.

"It will be much more difficult now," said Shin, "Locating a world with a living Pan was one thing, trying to find the world she died in will be on a completely other level of difficulty."

"Hmph, all that means is we will need to be more thorough and question the populace," stated Vegeta.

Goku sighed. "Guys, this... is my fault. Let me handle it, go home and I'll keep on going alone. You don't need to keep on..."

"Kakarot, I was already expecting to be gone for years, this changes nothing," stated Vegeta.

"And WE are not going home without our daughter!" said Gohan, helping Videl to her feet.

Goku nodded slowly, a determined look crossing his face. "Alright, lets go then."

Pan slowly stepped out of the spirit car, a cloud car that kind of reminded her of the flying nimbus, and closed the door behind her.

"Thank you," she mumbled to the driver.

The driver nodded. "Anytime miss."

Pan sighed and turned around after the car left. She glanced down a path leading to a giant white building with one big entrance and tons of windows everywhere. There were pools of water, and tons of spots of green grass everywhere, oddly trapped in squares. There were also a number of people there, all watching her, it was obvious some of them had been fighting judging by their locked arms or raised fists. One of them, a half-pint lizard man that kind of looked like first form Frost, rubbed his chin and walked forward, slowly walking around her.

"Hmm, its been awhile since we've had anyone dropped off here," said the lizard, "And so young too! You musta done something hella good to get here at your age instead of just being sent up above."

The lizard stopped infront of her and held out a hand. "I'm Zeroes, what's your name?"

Pan said nothing, not really feeling like talking.

Zeroes continued to hold out his hand, as if ignoring her distance. "So, what's your story?"

Pan continued to say nothing, starting to get annoyed and wishing he'd go away.

"Judging by the look on her face, a bad ending," called out another from the group.

Zeroes pulled his arm back and scratched behind one of his pointy horns. "Ah, no worries, most of us here are failures too."

Pan lost it, she knew he had been trying to cheer her up but that was NOT the way. She gave a cry of fury, turned Super Saiyan, and hit him across the field into the side of the white building. She crossed the distance, slammed an open palm into his chest, and pinned him against the building.

"I TRIED!" she screamed at him in rage, "I hit Kojin with EVERYTHING I had and it did NOTHING!"

Zeroes was shocked, and momentarily speechless before he gave a nervous laugh. "You too huh? Kojin killed me about a thousand years ago, kicked my ass pretty bad, at least I got a few hits though."

Pan glared at him, her temper flaring. She had just died, she did not need this right now.

A hand gently gripped her shoulder. "I understand you are frustrated and angry, but taking it out on him isn't the right thing to do."

Pan turned her head to glare at whoever it was before she froze. This guy... he...

Before her stood an old, kind looking human male. He was balding, gray hair's on the side top of his head, with a small gray mustache. But what dumbstruck her was the giant turtle shell across his back, and the orange turtle hermit gi he wore.

"Turtle... hermit...?," Pan whispered in confusion, her anger and Super Saiyan aura fading.

The Turtle Hermit raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You've heard of me. I'm glad whoever is keeping the martial arts alive..."

He glanced at her gi. "This 'fox hermit', still remembers an old fuddy duddy like me and tells his pupils."

Pan stared at him in disbelief and slowly took her palm off Zeroes' chest. She glanced at his gi a second time before she took off her fox gi, revealing her ruined turtle hermit gi underneath.

The Turtle Hermit gave a start. "Eh? I'm pretty sure all my apprentices died with me, who in the world is keeping my school alive?"

Pan frowned. What the hell was this? What were the chances of there being a Turtle Hermit in this dimension? This... was way to much to possibly be a coincidence, there was something else going on here. Her previous fury was completely replaced by curiosity. However... before she could give it anymore thought...

She glanced at his hand on shoulder with a frown. "Master Roshi is an old pervert, you aren't one are you?"

The Turtle Hermit's eyes went wide and took his hand off her. "Goodness graces no! I'm appalled to hear that some old sleaze is the one whose taken up my mantle. Pah, dark times for our homeworld I say."

The Turtle Hermit's gaze darkened. "He didn't... do anything to you as a requirement for lessons... did he?"

Pan shook her head. "No, he might be a pervert, but only for actual laddies."

The Turtle Hermit sighed with relief. "Phew."

He offered a hand. "Well, proper introductions are in order, I am Master Cheikame."

Pan felt... relaxed, for some reason, being near this guy, she took his hand. "I'm Pan."

He gave her a smile. "Its nice to meet you Pan."

She looked up into his eyes, and knew on first sight he was one of the kindest most gentlest men she had ever met. "Its nice to meet you too."

He held up his hand and pointed a wagging finger towards her. "You ought to apologize to Zeroes, he meant you no ill will."

Pan scowled a little before turning to the Frost-lookalike. "Sorry."

Zeroes shrugged. "It's fine, I'm not really good with words and knowing what to say. It's why I always kicked evil butt then high tailed it outa there before the media got all over me and the laddies got all gushy."

Pan couldn't help but smirk at him. She had always been led to believe his race was nothing but evil, especially after learning that Frost had been faking being good back the first time her Grandpa had met him. This guy though, you couldn't get to this planet unless you were good.

Cheikame tugged her hand. "Now Pan, I know you probably don't want to, but, could we go sit over there and have you till me what happened."

Pan nodded slowly. "Okay."

Cheikame led her to the shade of a tree and sat down. "So, you went up against Kojin?"

Pan nodded and sighed, bowing her head. "Yeah, he... killed me in five hits. A slap, two punches, broke my back over his knee, and blew me up."

Cheikame winced. "Damn, I swear he sounds more ruthless than when I fought him."

Pan looked up. "You... fought him?"

Cheikame laughed. "If you could call it a fight."

Pan nodded slowly, testing her senses against him. He seemed strong for a human. Roshi was nothing compared to this guy, he seemed even stronger than Tien, and he wasn't even powered up. Pan guessed he probably trained a lot in the afterlife.

"So... he hunted you down too?" asked Cheikame.

"No, I foolishly lured him to me, I figured he'd be greedy to get someone strong under his boot," said Pan.

Cheikame raised an eyebrow. "You 'lured' Kojin to you? I'll give you credit, baiting Kojin into a fight like that must of taken some nerve."

Pan shook her head. "I... had no idea what I was going up against when I first lured him in. From the moment I first laid eyes on him I... well, my mind refused to accept it, but my body knew I was outclassed, badly. He knew it to, he could read me like a book, though, he didn't predict Super Saiyan... not that I wanted to use that damn transformation, not that it mattered..."

Cheikame tilted his head. "Super Saiyan? Is that the yellow aura, spiky hair thing?"

Pan scowled. "Its a 'thing' of monsters."

Cheikame gazed at her, and for a moment, his eyes flashed blue before it faded. Pan felt curious, wondering what he had just done. She didn't feel any different, nor did she detect any difference in him either.

"Monsters you say? Well, what have these monster's done?" asked the old man.

Pan narrowed her eyes, clenching her fists. "Murdered, slaughter, billions of people. Destroyed worlds, ended civilizations... they... killed my friends... innocent lives..."

Cheikame nodded slowly, she was surprised to see him so readily accept her words without disbelief. "I see, tell me, can your family do this transformation too?"

Pan blinked a few times, that was a very good guess on his part. "Yeah, me, my dad, his brother, and my grandpa."

Cheikame studied her. "You seem to hold your grandfather in such reverence, so tell me, Pan, is your grandfather a monster?"

Before Pan could stop herself, she was in Super Saiyan, and lifting the old man up by his throat. "DON'T YOU DARE! My Grandfather saved the Earth countless times! Saved the universe! Hell, he fought once to bring back eleven universes that had been destroyed! He's a hero that NONE of you can ever compare with!"

The old man smiled, he choked out a few words. "But... he has... your Super Saiyan... power... so answer the question... is he a monster?"

Pan froze, the question shattered her anger, and she lost her power at its words. She set the man down and looked away. S-she felt so shaken, had not an ounce of confidence in her own words and thoughts...

"N-no, my Grandpa isn't a monster," she mumbled.

"Are you a monster?" asked Cheikame.

"No," mumbled Pan, shoulder's drooping.

Cheikame put a hand on her shoulder. "Pan, its not the power, but the person. Your Grandfather did great things with it when others would have done great evil with it, have done great evil with it. Don't hate it, or people like you, just because the actions of others."

Pan couldn't bear to look him in the eye as he spoke.

"Truth be told Pan, you thinking the power was that of a monster is probably why you died in the first place," said Cheikame.

Pan gave a start. "W-what?"

Cheikame gave her a wink. "Your blind and insatiable rage while transformed. If I had to guess, you have almost no experience with this transformation. If you had mastered it, I think you probably could have defeated Kojin with it."

Pan hung her head and began to shake. The truth, the awful, awful truth. He... he was right... a mastered Super Saiyan could have taken on Kojin. Hell, if she had used the time chamber properly, she might have been able to push herself to Super Saiyan 2. She... she had refused her heritage, blinded by her resentment towards it. She could even remember resenting her family a bit for their Saiyan blood. Fool, what a fool she had been...

"Maybe so, but, it still doesn't make what the Saiyans have done right," she whispered.

"Maybe not, but you're not like them, are you? Neither is your family, I say you ought to go master this 'Super Saiyan' transformation," said Cheikame.

Pan sighed. "Its pointless now."

Cheikame smirked. "Maybe for now, but just remember one thing Pan. Everyone dies some day, including Kojin. Would you like to be first in line to kick his butt when his day of judgement comes and he arrives in otherworld?"

Pan's eyes went wide before narrowing. She felt it, her blood boiling, her anger, and hatred rising. She smelt it, the prospect of revenge. She knew she'd never be able to go home. But, the prospect of getting revenge on the person who had robbed her of the chance of seeing her family again was oh so enticing.

"Yes...," she whispered hungrily.

"Then get training," he ordered, his voice suddenly sounding unsure and wary.

Turtle Hermit Cheikame watched Pan leave, moving a distance away, power up to Super Saiyan, and begin training. He was hesitant, that last moment before she left, he had felt her ki darken considerably. If she had been judged with that dark edge to her ki, she would never had been admitted here. Still...

He winced as a hand firmly gripped his shoulder, he glanced up to see Zeroes glaring furiously down at him. "How could you..."

Zeroes fumed. "I saw what you did! Your eyes flashed. You fucking Soul Searched her! You had no right to invade her mind and soul like that!"

"I had to be sure," replied the Turtle Hermit.

Zeroes eyes narrowed. "Sure of what?"

"Of my choice," replied the Turtle Hermit.

Zeroes let go, startled. "Wait, you're going to choose HER?"

The Turtle Hermit nodded. "You didn't see what I saw by seeing her life. The godlike power that a Super Saiyan can wield. She is but at the foot of a giant mountain without any possible peak. She has barely begun to experience its power for herself. She can free our universe of Kojin with ease."

He frowned momentarily. "Giving her a second chance to defeat Kojin, since she can do so, is reason enough. Plus... I think she needs to go home, and very soon."

Zeroes cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

"She was such a sweet and innocent girl before she was ripped from her home. She knew of evil through stories alone, she had never experienced it first hand. But... she's now experienced it, and it wasn't gradually. She was thrown headfirst against evil and saw it firsthand in awful ways that someone her age never should have," explained the Turtle Hermit.

He turned his head to gaze directly into Zeroes eyes. "That little girl, not even ten years old, has killed people. Ruthless evil people to be sure, but she had been forced, by a being driven by a hatred you and I can never fathom, to take life. She had started, at the end, to enjoy doing so, to slay evil made her feel righteous."

Zeroes frowned. "There is a very thin line to walk between slaying righteously, and slaying to feel righteous. You should never enjoy taking the life of another. If what you're saying is true, I don't think you should give her a second chance."

Cheikame sighed. "Its even worse now. Surely you felt it, I might have pushed her towards it with the promise of revenge, but that ki... that dark feeling slowly building... she feels like she has nothing to lose anymore by embracing such darkness."

"She's walking the edge," said Zeroes calmly, "And if what you say about her power is true, and she passes over that line, there isn't a being in this universe aside from our damn lazy ass god of destruction that could stop her."

Cheikame nodded. "I know, that's why she needs to go home. Her experience on the world of Terra was one thing. If she had gone home afterwards, she would have recovered well enough in the care of her friends and family. But to experience a darkness like that, followed again by another darkness like Kojin, it can darken the soul, make one lose sight of the good in life. We need moments of life, of joy and happiness to counteract such events, especially at such an young and vulnerable age."

Cheikame slowly moved past Zeroes. "I want to give her such a chance. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go see the Grand Kai so he can put me in touch with a certain green friend of mine on my homeworld..."

Bata sat behind a tree outside the monastery, sobbing into her hands uncontrollably.

Why? Why Pan? Why had she challenged Lord Kojin like that and thrown her life away?

She trembled, the events since Pan's death cascading through her mind. She had thought she would die, when Lord Kojin had gazed at her after killing Pan. Instead... instead... he had ordered her to 'clean up this mess', pointing towards the blackened ki burn and the blood stains on the arena ground. He had watched as she scrubbed the floor, a sadistic smile on his face the entire time. Afterwords, he had simply disintegrated the Lady Magistrate's corpse, told her to clean that up to, and left.

How could he... she had been taught to worship him as a divine and just god, a kind one, but to still respect and fear him. How could he do this? How could he have murdered Pan in cold blood like that? Murdered the Lady Magistrate and acted so cruel?

She trembled, her sadness slowly turning to fury. "It... it isn't right!"

She screamed. "IT ISN'T RIGHT!"

She began sobbing again. "P-pan was right... Pan was right... no one deserves to have such awful things done to them, to be murdered like that."

She put her head between her knees. "It's all wrong, nothing about it is right. It's all lies... Kojin... Kojin is no god, he's an evil, evil man!"

There was a soft patter of feet on the grass. Bata looked up, teary eyes, to see a strange old green man, dressed in a white robe with a strange symbol on its center, with droopy antennae on his forehead, standing there. Hanging from his neck on a necklace, was the most peculiar orange orb with a single star on it.

Bata felt lost, she had never seen such a man before...

"What would you give, what would you do, to have the chance to set things right? To bring your friend Pan back to life, and free the world of Kojin?" asked the green man, leaning down to offer a hand.

Bata looked at his, stunned for a moment, before she took his hand. "Anything..."