"You know, for training, I didn't think you'd just be sitting over here brooding," came a voice behind Pan.

Pan turned her head and saw Zeroes walking over. "This IS training. Maintaining Super Saiyan all the time is the next step."

Zeroes cocked his head. "Really?"

Pan nodded. "Yeah... well... kind of."

Zeroes crossed his arms.

"I'm kind of skipping the big muscle forms and going straight for the end," said Pan with a smirk.

Zeroes laughed. "Amusing."

Pan sighed. "I'll only be 'brooding' as you call it for a little bit. My body has to get used to this state before I can really start training hard in it. To be honest though, I'm surprised I've been able to hold Super Saiyan for as long as I have since I began. My stomach feels all twisty, but..."

"Well, you ARE dead, Pan," said Zeroes.

Pan frowned. "Whats that got to do with anything?"

Zeroes laughed again. "I didn't realize it at first either. Our dead bodies aren't as limited as our live ones. We can push ourselves far harder while dead. Not to mention, while we can sleep, we don't have to."

Pan nodded slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "That means I can push myself twice as hard, twice as fast!"

She rubbed her hands greedily. "By the time Kojin dies of natural causes, I'll easily be a master of Super Saiyan 3, I'd say I'd be blue, but I don't think i can achieve that level without another Blue, a god of destruction, or an Angel's training. But, three is fine, I'll totally knock Kojin's head off in one hit."

She narrowed her eyes. "Though, I'm not sure I want to make it that quick for him. He has a lot to pay for."

Zeroes frowned. "Pan, you shouldn't talk like that."

She scowled at him. "Doesn't he? I've been overhearing people talk. Kojin has sent A LOT of people here, if I had to guess, half the people on this planet were murdered by him."

Zeroes scowled right back at her. "And? Just because he's scum doesn't mean we have to stoop to his level."

She glared at him. "Watch it Zeroes."

He didn't back down. "I overheard you and the Turtle Hermit talking, didn't you say you were nothing like the other Saiyans?"

Pan trembled in anger and stood up. "How dare you!"

Zeroes walked to within an inch of her. "Dare I? Yeah, I dare. Pan, what would your Grandfather say if he heard you talk about torturing someone?"

Pan froze for a moment before she turned away and resuming sitting down. "I don't know, he's not here to say anything now is he?"

Zeroes sat down in front of her. "No, but if he's anything like my own Grandpa, I know what he'd say, and so do you."

Pan sighed. "I'm just..."

"Angry? Resentful? Super fricking pissed?" asked Zeroes with humor.

Pan rolled her eyes. "All of the above and more."

"Well, get over it," replied Zeroes.

Pan blinked a few times. "Get... over... it? Seriously? I've been dead less than a day!"

Zeroes shrugged. "Yeah? Well, you wont be able to calm down and master this 'Super Saiyan' form of yours if you're so angry all the time."

Pan scowled. "Says the guy who probably cant even master his final form so he stays in his first one all the time."

Zeroes looked at her in shock. "How do you know about my forms?!"

Pan smirked at him. "My little secret."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "So Mr. 'master this Super Saiyan form', why can't you master your final form?"

Zeroes looked ashamed. "W-well... I can't really control it at all. I lose control of my energy and blow everything up. The last time was against Kojin, and I did more damage to the planet than he did."

"Typical of your race," said Pan

Zeroes eyes twitched. "Typical!?"

"Ayup, its what I've been told by my Grandpa. Anyway, if you wana learn to control it, just transform and do what I'm doing," said Pan.

Zeroes stared at her. "You can't be serious."

"I am, besides, I'm going to need a sparring partner if I really want to grow stronger. My Grandpa taught me that training alone is bad, its why Vegeta always falls behind," said Pan with amusement.

Zeroes frowned. "I refuse."

Pan crossed her arms. "I'm gonna beat the form out of you if you refuse."

"I am not going to destroy the Grand Kai's world by sparring with a bratty little girl!" said Zeroes.

Pan frowned. "First, I'm not a brat. Second, we won't be sparring until BOTH of us have achieved a mastered state. Third, Grandpa's told me that Kai's can create stuff out of thin air, if we break the world, they can just snap their fingers and fix it. Now get on with it and transform!"

Zeroes stared at her in silence for a moment. "Why are you so adamant?"

"Because if I'm going to be kami-damned stuck on this world for hundreds, maybe thousands of years until Kojin dies to get the chance to kill him, then I NEED someone to fight against," snarled Pan, her temper rising, but even with the temper, there was pain underneath it.

Zeroes frowned for a moment before he stood up and walked away. "I'll think about it."

"Why don't you want me to tell her?" asked Zeroes.

The Turtle Hermit glanced off at Pan in the distance. "Because I'm afraid she will get hot headed and want to go back and fight Kojin him before she is ready."

Zeroes crossed his arms. "Keeping your plans to have her revived from her is going to piss her off when she finds out. Speaking of which..."

"They have two dragonballs at the moment," said the Turtle Hermit, "They will hold off on using the dragon until we send word even after they've found all seven."

Zeroes frowned. "I still think its a bad idea to not tell her. It could make her worse, she is not taking well to being dead. It seems more than just raw anger though, that pain I heard was..."

"The pain of a permanent loss," replied Cheikame, "She believes she wont ever see her family again. Its complicated to explain, they would not end up in this otherworld when they die."

Zeroes tilted his head in confusion. "But then, why would you keep it from her? Weren't you just telling me earlier you were worried about her, that you thought she needed a source of hope?"

Cheikame sighed. "I know. I measured both options in my mind, but, Kais forgive me, I found that after studying her memories and knowledge of her family's past struggles, her anger would be a better source of power and determination for this training and upcoming battle. She may adore her Grandfather, but she is more like her father than him, at least in terms of how her power works. The rage of the hybrid is far more potent than you can imagine, so potent that I am absolutely terrified of it."

Zeroes rubbed his chin. "Hmm."

Cheikame looked a bit ill. "To be frank, their universe is fortunate that the human Saiyan hybrids don't show the level of battle-lust as the pure breeds. Her father had the potential to easily be the most powerful mortal in all of their universe, instead, he'd rather be a scholar."

Zeroes gave him a look of disbelief. "Most powerful mortal in their universe?!"

Cheikame nodded. "Yes, and his universe should be grateful that he chose the path of wisdom instead of pursuing the path to power and potentially being twisted by it. Their family is pure of heart, but, if Pan here is any example, even purity can become corrupted if worked at long enough in all the wrong ways at the wrong times."

Zeroes frowned. "So what your saying is were playing with fire right now, because if her father had that potential, what about 'her'?"

Cheikame raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious?"

Zeroes gave an exasperated sigh. "Old man, sometimes, I don't know what to think of you."

Cheikame brought up a hand to fiddle with his mustache, a soft smile on his lips. "By the way, you should do what she asked of you."

Zeroes flinched. "Seriously?"

Cheikame nodded. "Yes, for one it will help you. For two, it will help her, and more than just with training. Having a rival is good for Saiyans, judging from what I understand of her Grandfather and 'Vegeta'."

Zeroes scowled. "She won't be here long enough for us to really be rivals."

Cheikame shrugged and walked away, leaving Zeroes to sigh and walk back towards Pan.

Pan watched Zeroes walk back over, giving him a curious look as he walked in a ways in front of her. He turned to look at her, an uneasy frown on his face.

"Brace yourself," Zeroes ordered.

Pan's eyes went wide as she felt his ki spike and practically explode around the goody two shoes lizard. There was a humongous eruption of energy that sent Pan flying before it slowly contorted into a purple aura around the now transformed Zeroes. Pan blinked a few times, looking him over, her looked more Freeza than Frost. His entire body was white, save for the orbs on his head, shoulders, and his wrist guards and ankles, which were red.

Pan flew over to him, noting that he was trembling, and his aura was spiking sporadically, she sat down and motioned to the ground in front of her. "Sit."

Zeroes did so, moving as carefully as he could. Pan studied him, that energy, he wasn't bad at all. She had been expecting him to be rather weak since he didn't use his final form, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn't the case...

She faltered for a moment when she compared herself to him, she wasn't alarmed or anything, in fact, she was very much eager. Her blood was starting to boil, they were actually very close in power. She hadn't had a real fight since Tato. After deciding not to suppress her Saiyan side anymore, she found she was beginning to crave a fight, and badly. She grumbled to herself, she had told Zeroes they wouldn't spar until they mastered their transformations.

She sighed. "This is going to be a long few months..."

Pan quickly found, as days and weeks flew by, that Zeroes was right. Training while dead had extreme advantages. While Zeroes was still struggling not to accidentally blow up anything while moving around, she was already pushing herself to her limits each and every day.

There was only one slight drawback though...

She was already dead, she didn't get any 'come back from near death' power boosts for beating herself up.

Pan scowled. "I'll take what I can get I guess."

Zeroes glanced over at her. "Something the matter?"

Pan shook her head. "Nah, hows it goin for you sparky?"

"Sparky?!" exclaimed Zeroes.

"Well, considering your power sparks off you every-time you move, its a good nickname," joked Pan.

"No, absolutely not!" denied Zeroes.

Pan only grinned at him. It was really easy to rile him up, it was kind of fun to be honest. She was starting to see why Vegeta always taunted people, getting a rise out of them was amusing. Though, it was kind of a cheap thrill. She wasn't sure if she should drop the tactic or not.

"Look out, the geezer's coming," warned Zeroes.

Pan turned her head and glanced at the slowly approaching Turtle Hermit before turning back to Zeroes. "I thought you liked him? Where'd that 'geezer' statement come from?"

Zeroes frowned. "He's... made a few questionable decisions as of late in my mind."

Pan raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, but none was given.

Cheikame finished walking over and approached Pan. "Come with me please, I have something I want to teach you."

Pan frowned. "Teach me? Erm, I'm kind of training here..."

Cheikame gave her a look. "Yes, yes I see that, and I've seen you use my Kamehameha wave too, but, only the basic and bending versions of it."

Pan blanked for a moment. "H...huh?"

Cheikame smirked. "Exactly, come with me please."

Pan slowly followed him. Two things were bothering here at the moment. One, his actual question. She had only ever seen the technique used like she usually did it. Charge the blast in her cupped hands, and fire it. You could bend it if you changed how you funneled your energy, and you could also fire it out of other limbs. His statement hinted at 'other' versions if it, but if they did exist, did that mean Grandpa had been holding them back from her?

She scowled. "Of course he was, I'm a little girl after all."

Cheikame glanced back at her. "Hmm?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

The other thing that was bothering her was something she should have given more thought to weeks ago. Cheikame was the Turtle Hermit. He wasn't quite like Master Roshi, but, he had the exact same moves as the old man, obviously knew the Kamehameha Wave, and wore exact same gi as the Turtle Hermit School. She had seen him spar off in the distance once or twice with the other dead heroes here, he had the exact same moves she had seen Krillin use whenever she saw him spar.

He was indeed another Turtle Hermit. But how in the hell could there be two of the same, albeit somewhat different, person? Even if it were possible, how had she just 'coincidentally' ended up in the right dimension to encounter him?

Not to mention...

Her own dimension. The twelve universes were each full of completely different races, except for universe seven and six being twins. She had thought that maybe her dimension and the dimension the world of Terra were in might have been 'twin dimensions' since they shared similar races, and even held other similarities like the lookout, time chamber, and dragonballs. But...

"What are the odds of me ending up in two separate dimensions that both have humans, and one even had Saiyans in it as well?" she questioned herself quietly.

It was no coincidence. That's what she determined. So how was it chosen where she would go? She thought for a moment before it hit her, what Bata had said, the green energy she had apparently been surrounded in when she arrived in this dimension...

"I sought them out," whispered Pan, stopping in her tracks.

It was so obvious to her! The green energy, she could somehow travel between dimensions, uncontrollably maybe, but that's why she had ended up in Terra, and this one. She had unconsciously sought out dimensions similar to her own!

Pan bowed her head. "If I could have learned to use that green energy... I could have figured out how to send myself home..."

She closed her eyes, despite being dead, she felt fatigued. Tired by not realizing that she had the ability, and also tired by the fact that it didn't matter now. It only infuriated her even more.

"Pan? Are you coming?" asked Cheikame.

Pan nodded. "Yeah..."

So be it, she had screwed it all up. She'd suffer the consequences of getting herself killed. She'd train, she'd kill Kojin's soul when he eventually died, then... maybe... she'd kill her own soul. She'd rather not spend an eternity without her family. Or, maybe she'd ask to be reincarnated instead, self soul-destruction seemed a bit extreme. Who knows, that battle was a LONG time off, she'd think about it again afterwards.

She felt a little depressed by the thought of her fate, but merely sighed and kept on walking.

Cheikame stopped her a ways away. "Now, watch."

Pan's grimaced as the man's body bulged and he adopted a form similar to Master Roshi's huge muscle state. Ewwww, that giant muscles everywhere looked grrroooosssssss. Its one of the reasons she hadn't sought out the augmented forms of the Super Saiyan state. She did NOT want to see herself looking like this man right here. She didn't mind seeing natural big muscles, like on Grandpa and Vegeta, but this was absurd.

The Turtle Hermit cupped his hands to his side. "Super..."

The energy orb appeared in his hands, but unlike normal for Pan, it was shinning brightly, giving off rays of blue light.

"Kaaaaaa," continued the old man.

The area tinted blue.

"Meeeeee," continued the old man.

Pan's eyes went wide as the blue energy of the Kamehameha surrounded the entirety of the old man's body.

"Haaaaaa," continued the old man.

His power was skyrocketing higher and higher. Pan was already analyzing the change in the technique. He was putting more percentage energy into it than Pan had ever done herself. Its like he was pouring his entire ki into it. She always fired it as a combat move and then moved on. This... what she saw now...

"Meeeeee," continued the old man.

This was a finishing move, something that could destroy worlds with ease.

"HAAAAAA!" roared the old man.

He threw his hands forward and the energy wave exploded. It was huge in size, far bigger than the small beams Pan was used to firing. But what awestruck her was the continued blue aura around the old man, its like his entire body was dyed the color of the energy wave. He wasn't just firing once and being done with it. He was continuing to pump more and more energy into it.

"AHHHHH!" roared the old man.

Pan gave a surprise gasp as the super Kamehameha wave BURST. The beam exploded in size, its width and size greater than Pan's body. He had just added onto the energy wave after the fact, and pushed even more energy down it. The old man let go if it a moment later, powering down and falling to his knees in exhaustion as the beam carried off into the distance.

"Super Kamehameha... Grandpa... you should have taught me this," whispered Pan with frustration.

"So... 'huff'... do you think... 'huff'... you can do this?" asked Cheikame.

Pan nodded slowly, she had momentarily considered being a smartass, but, he had just given her a very powerful technique. "Yeah, I think I can. Thank you for showing it to me."

She glanced over at Zeroes, who was watching nearby, before she whispered to herself, "Alright you damn lizard, you better master that final form of yours soon. I can't wait to start fighting..."