Beep - Drip - Beep - Drip - Beep - Drip - Beep
Pan slowly became aware of a frequent, and very annoying set of sounds. She coughed and opened her eyes. She had no clue where she was. It almost looked like she was in a hospital room. She tried to move her head and grew annoyed when her body didn't respond. She tried to sit up, but nothing happened, tried to move a hand to move the blanket covering her, but again, nothing happened. She took note of a tube that was connected to her arm, was that an IV? She grew flustered, what the hell was going on? Why wasn't her body responding? Aside from breathing and moving her eyes, she couldn't do a damn thing herself.
"It's okay mom! I'll do the feeding today," came a vaguely familiar voice.
She shifted her eyes to see Bra enter the room with a tray that had a bowl of soup. The girl set it down next to Pan's bed and moved to the other end. Pan felt completely embarrassed when Bra reached under Pan's butt and pulled out a metal pan. Was that a bedpan? Oh kami, how long had she been here?!
Bra moved out of view, and then Pan heard the sound of a sink running followed by humming sounds. When Bra was finished, she moved back, lifted Pan's butt up, and slid the bedpan back under her. Pan felt mortified, her cheeks turning completely red with embarrassment. Well, it could have been worse, at least it was a friend, and not a complete stranger that had been apparently taking care of her. She figured she was in Capsule Corporation. The only question was what had happened, and how she had gotten here?
Bra moved back towards the tray, pulled up a chair, and sat down. "Okey dokie Pan, time for some soup!"
Bra reached forward, lifted Pan's head a bit, and moved a pillow to keep her head propped up without even looking, as if it was on reflex and had been done many times up to this point. If she was able to, she would have glared at Bra. Dammit girl! Pay attention! She was awake! Please do something, say something!
Bra swirled the bowl of soup and lifted the bowl and a spoon. She filled the spoon, leaned forward, looked at Pan's face, and then froze when their eyes met. "P-pan?!"
Bra set the bowl down as she exclaimed. "PAN!"
Bra lunged forward and embraced her in a fierce hug. "You dummy! How long have you been awake just staring at me?"
Pan tried to speak, but could only glare at her instead.
Bra pulled back and gave her a curious look. "Pan?"
There was a heavy pattering of feet before Bulma and Trunks burst into the room and rushed to the bed.
Bra looked to Bulma, concern on her face. "Pan's eyes are open, but she's not saying anything."
Bulma leaned forward and looked at Pan. "Pan, honey, can you hear me? Blink once if you can."
Pan blinked.
Bulma looked relieved for a moment before she cleared her throat and refocused. "From now on, blink once for yes, blink twice for no. Can you move your body?"
Pan blinked twice.
Bulma bit her lip briefly with agitation. "Crap crap crap. Okay, can you speak at all?"
Pan tried to say something, or even growl, but nothing came out. She blinked twice.
"Ah jeez," muttered Trunks.
"Go get your father," ordered Bulma.
Trunks nodded and left.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Bra.
Bulma scowled. "You're asking ME? There isn't a damn thing physically wrong with her. It's all this ki mumbo jumbo you guys keep talking about. You all keep saying its all weird and faint, so ask your father when he gets here."
Ki? Pan tried to focus for a moment before she grew horrified. Why the hell couldn't she feel her ki?! No wait, wait... it was there, but, it felt so small and distant. She could barely notice it. She focused her mind again and tried to nudge it, to draw on her power. It shivered momentarily, but did not respond.
"Grandbrat, focus," came a voice.
Pan blinked and shifted her eyes to see Vegeta standing next to her bed.
Vegeta laid a heavy gaze on Pan. "It's about damn time you woke up grandbrat. Having my family wait on you hand and foot for the last six months is a royalty your bloodline doesn't deserve."
Pan glared at him, wanting to tell him to shove it, before she froze. SIX MONTHS?! She had been unconscious for six fricking months?!
Vegeta saw the look in her eyes and nodded. "You've been in what's called a 'ki coma'. It's not a natural kind of coma. Generally, it only happens when someones lifeforce is stripped from their body and held away from them, forcing them into a vegetative state. To my knowledge only extraordinarily gifted psychics could do it, and they had to forcibly maintain the effort to keep it going."
Pan absorbed the information and blinked once.
Vegeta hesitated briefly. "After... the ordeal with Black and Zamasu, you seemed to enter and stay in that state for an extended period of time."
Black... Zamasu...
Pan's eyes went wide as memories of the ordeal rushed over her, ending with Black murdering her father and her suddenly losing consciousness. Her eyes began to water, dad was dead... he was dead and gone in the timeplane...
"Pan?" asked Bra worriedly, noting her tears.
"Hmph, Bulma, go call her mother and father and let them know shes awake," ordered Vegeta.
AND father? Dad was alive? How? Just what the hell happened after she lost consciousness? How in the world did they win that fight? She refocused, looked at Bulma, and began blinking rapidly, trying to catch her attention and stop her from calling her family. She did not want to see them in this state.
Bulma frowned. "What is it Pan?"
Pan blinked twice, wait a few seconds, then blinked twice again.
"No? No to what?" asked Bulma.
"Hmph, I get it," said Vegeta, "Hold off on calling the family for a bit."
"What?! WHY?" exclaimed Bulma.
"Because a warrior's pride does not permit being seen in such a pitiful state," explained Vegeta.
Bulma scowled. "You damn Saiyans and your pride. You DO realize you're asking me to keep the fact that she's awake from her mother and father, right? They're going to be pissed."
"Tough luck. Alright, listen up grandbrat. If you want to get control of your body again, you need to get control of your ki," explained Vegeta, "Focus, meditate, do whatever you have to do. I'll tolerate you in this house only until noon, afterwords Bulma's calling your family and they're taking you home no matter what state you're in. Understood?"
"Daddy!" exclaimed Bra, "Kicking her out like that is cruel!"
Vegeta smirked. "It's motivation, right grandbrat?"
Pan blinked once and then closed her eyes, trying to focus, nudging her ki again. When it didn't respond her eyes twitched with agitation. Like hell was she going to be stuck in a bed unable to even go to the bathroom by herself. She started to meditate, probing and nudging her ki to try and get it to respond over and over again. It was a completely and utterly aggravatingly slow process. Each nudge slightly moved her ki, and each nudge got her slight control of some of her body. By the hours end, she could twitch her fingers and toes. Not nearly enough progress for her taste, but it was a start. She shifted her eyes and looked for a clock, spotting one. Eight o'clock. Okay, four hours then to regain control of her body. Easy peasy, no problem... hopefully...
"Pan, you hungry?" asked a voice.
Pan shifted her eyes, seeing that Bra was still sitting by her bed, everyone else had left. She blinked twice in response, ignoring the grumble of her stomach. Bra raised an eyebrow at that, but went silent, merely watching Pan.
Pan ignored the girl and resumed her meditation tenfold, bombarding her ki endlessly, demanding that it obey and return to her. For another hour she struggled, gaining little results. Grrrr, it was like it was tied in some kind of tight knot that would not come undone. It was really starting to piss her off. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger and she recklessly shoved all of her focus on it, trying to brute force her way back to regain control. She was shocked when it worked and her ki burst wide open inside of her. In that split second, she regained her ki, and then immediately regretted doing so.
Pan groaned as pain wracked her body. "Oww..."
"Pan! You said something!" said Bra with excitement.
"I wish I hadn't...," said Pan, cringing.
"You okay Pan?" asked Bra.
Her entire body felt aflame, and her ki felt mumbled and jumbled. She tried moving her right hand to push away the blanket on top of her, only for her left foot to kick up instead and for pain to rocket down her leg. She stared at the sight, lost and confused, before she tried again, only to have similar results.
"Umm, what are you doing?" asked Bra.
"Trying to figure out why my body isn't working right," said Pan with irritation.
Pan focused on her right hand and very slowly, very meticulously, lifted it up and pushed away the blanket, there was no pain this time. "This... is dumb."
Bra gave her a confused look.
"I have to one-hundred percent focus just to move my body the right way," grumbled Pan, "Not doing so hurts and moves the wrong body part."
Bra blinked a few times. "Okay, that's kind of weird. Just take it slow I guess?"
Pan nodded slowly and brought her self to a sitting position and shifted to the edge of the bed, letting her legs fall off the edge. She began to practice moving her limbs around, feeling stupid the whole time. Why the hell did she have to re-learn how to even use her own body?
She grumbled quietly to herself and slowly stood up...
"One sec Pan, let me get that IV out and pull off the wires," said Bra.
Pan sat back down and waited for her to finish before standing back up. Bra moved to stand next to her, ready to support if need be.
Pan shot her a look. "I'm fine."
"Suuuure you are," said Bra.
Pan scowled and took a hesitant step forward. Her foot landed fine, she took another step forward, and kept on going, walking to the wall, and then walking back to her bed. She sat back down and began to examine herself, first noting the hospital like gown she was in.
"Where's my gis?" asked Pan with irritation.
"Well miss woke-up-grumpy, they're in the drawer over there," said Bra, pointing towards a dresser on the other side of the room.
Pan clumsily walked over, opened the drawer, and grabbed her fox and turtle hermit gi's. She moved them to the bed and sat down, stripping her gown off and slowly getting dressed.
"Doesn't it get hot with two gi's on?" asked Bra.
Pan shrugged. "It never bothered me. Though, why are they so heavy?"
Bra gave her an amused look. "Heavy? Miss train all day thinks they're heavy?"
Pan didn't respond to the jab, something was off. These gi's should be nothing. It took her a moment to figure it out, while she had regained her ki, she wasn't using it, at all, even subconsciously. She resisted the urge to groan aloud. It was like her body didn't know how to do anything ki related anymore. She closed her eyes and willed her ki to flow through her body. She shivered and couldn't help but release a moan of pleasure as she felt her power for the first time since she woke up. It felt so wonderful to feel it pulsing through her body for some reason. What in the world...
"Woah, jeez Pan, what was that? Your only supposed to do that kind of thing when no one else is around, or with a boyfriend," teased Bra.
Pan's face turned beat red. "S-shut up! It wasn't intentional!"
Bra giggled at her embarrassment. "Tee hee."
Pan glared at her. "And hey! Aren't you a little young to know about that kind of thing? We both are!"
Bra stuck out her tongue. "Well, I can't help but hear girl's gossip at school."
Pan rolled her eyes and stood up, examining herself. Now that her ki was actually flowing through her body everything was starting to feel a bit more normal. She still had to focus a bit, but moving her limbs wasn't that difficult. It was like her body was a rusty car, needed a good jump start of ki and some movement to get it going again.
She gave a start and turned her head, feeling a heavy throb in the back of her mind. Something was going on in the distance...?
"What?" asked Bra.
"I just... feel something," Pan replied.
Bra followed her gaze and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them. "Its just Goten and Goku training."
Pan kept her mind going in that direction. She grabbed her senses and focused on the throb, slowly massaging it and making sense of what she felt. The sensation separated into two powers, and then two presences. For some reason, they felt vague and unfamiliar. She turned her attention and focus back to Bra, using her sense against the girl. She KNEW her, but her senses didn't appear to. She frowned, keeping her senses up and stretching them out again. Slowly, she became aware of higher powers compared to normal people and focused on them one by one. She searched her memories and connected them one by one to her friends and family. It was so strange to have to do so. Her body was like a little child that you had to hold their hand with teaching them something for the first time. A worry suddenly crept into the forefront of her mind. She held out a hand and attempted to gather ki above it. Her hand briefly glowed, but no energy rose from it.
"Son of a bitch," swore Pan.
"Uh Pan, I don't think you should be practicing with ki in the infirmary," chided Bra.
Pan scowled at her and made for the door. "Gravity room then."
"Pan, seriously, you JUST woke up a few hours ago from a six month coma and you want to TRAIN?!" exclaimed Bra.
Pan gave her an evil eye. "I'm not training, I'm just getting my bearings and making sure my body works right."
Bra slowly shook her head and sighed. "Whatever, let's go then."
They walked to the gravity room, entered, and closed the door behind them. Pan held out her hand again, focusing her ki. Once more, her hand glowed, but no ki slipped from it. She couldn't help but growl with irritation.
"Umm, maybe I can help?" asked Bra, "Keep your senses on me and feel me do it."
Pan turned and watched Bra form a ball of energy in her hand and shoot it at the floor. Pan blinked a few times, played the memory and sensation of the action over in her head. She hesitated briefly, aimed a hand, formed a ball of ki, and fired it. She couldn't help but smile in relief.
"Okay, next step," said Pan.
She closed her eyes, focusing in on her ki, and attempted to draw it out and power up. She felt her ki shift and rise a little, but nothing happened.
"Grrr, hey Bra, power up a bit," ordered Pan.
Bra shrugged and did so, a soft blue aura wrapping around the girl. "K'ay."
Pan's eyes involuntarily went wide at the sight and sensation. A shiver went down her spine, an eager feeling went through her stomach. Slowly, Pan half-crouched, bared her teeth, and powered up.
"AHHHHH!" she roared, her hair flying up and a heavy aura of power engulfed her body.
She held up her hands, examining them, feeling strangely giddy. "Awesome."
She turned to look at Bra, noting a weird look on the girl's face. "What?"
"Your ki feels different than what I remember," murmured Bra uneasily.
Pan shrugged. "Whatever."
She clenched her fists and focused. With her ki surging through her body, everything just felt so right. She could feel her muscles twitching, techniques, fighting styles, transformations, they all suddenly passed through her mind. She closed her eyes, breathed in and out, before opening them.
"Kaio-ken!" she shouted.
A red aura engulfed her body briefly. It held for but a moment before the aura faded, leaving her hair and eyes in her natural mastered Kaio-Ken state. She nodded in satisfaction before turning off the ability.
"Good," said Pan, "Now, let's see about Super Saiyan."
"Umm Pan, maybe you should wait a bit," suggested Bra nervously.
Pan ignored her and searched in her mind for the spark. It should have been easy to transform, but she figured it would be best to re-ignite the reason in her mind. Ah! There it was, the memory of Aideen almost being killed. In an instant, her hair shot up, turned yellow, and her eyes turned teal. Energy rushed out and cloaked her body in a yellow glow.
Pan examined herself, nodding with satisfaction. "Great."
"Oww," came Bra's voice.
Pan looked to see the girl had fallen on her butt and scowled at her. "Oh come on Bra, all I did was turn Super Saiyan. I thought your dad made you train a little bit."
Bra stuck her tongue out. "Well yeah, but I was at least expecting to get a little heads up first. I'd of knocked you over if I went Super Saiyan when you weren't ready."
Pan raised an eyebrow. "You? Super Saiyan? Since when?"
She instantly regretted her words when Bra went Super Saiyan and was suddenly up in her face yelling, "Oh I don't know, maybe a year after you got back from the other dimensions! But miss TO BUSY WITH HER OWN TRAINING didn't even notice and come congratulate me!"
Pan winced, took a step back, and held up her hands defensively. "Sorry..."
Bra crossed her arms and turned her head away. "Hmph."
Pan stared at her for a moment before she burst out laughing. "You look just like your dad with that stance."
Bra glared at her. "You know what, screw it. We've all been so worried about you since you came back in a coma, but the moment you wake up your all stupid and grumpy and refuse to listen. I try to help, I get your lip, I get insulted, and you laugh at me. You're up and ready to go, you can see yourself out whenever."
Bra turned, relaxed her power to her base state, and made for the door.
"Hey Bra wait a second, I'm sorry!" said Pan, starting after her.
Pan winced at Bra slammed the door in her face. She sighed, Bra was pissed at her. Pan scratched her head bashfully, she could admit, she hadn't had a clue Bra was even that far in her training. Pan didn't think she had been rude, she was just concerned about getting control over herself again. Pan grumbled to herself and decided she'd have to make it up to Bra at some point.
Pan began throwing out punches and kicks for a minute before she stopped, no longer in the mood to test her body out. She gave a dejected sigh, dropped out of Super Saiyan and left the room, returning to the infirmary. She stared at the bed for a moment before she made it and then began to tidy up the room. After she finished, she found a piece of paper, a pen, and wrote a short thank you note and left it on the bed before opening the window and flying out. She flew aimlessly for awhile, not sure where to go or what to do. She could go home and wait for dad and mom to get back from work. She could drop in on Goten and Grandpa's training session too. She dismissed the ideas, not feeling like dealing with people or training at the moment. Everybody was probably going to fawn over her finally being up and okay, and she didn't want to deal with that gushy gushy crap anytime soon.
She decided to just find someplace quiet and relax and think for a bit. She powered up a little bit, picked up speed, and shot across the world, glancing down at the terrain passing her by. She stopped suddenly, spotting a waterfall in a jungle. She floated down, sat down against a tree, placed her hands behind her head, closed her eyes, and sighed. She sat there saying and doing nothing but listening to the sound of the roaring waterfall...
Pan gave a start and woke up, looking around. It was nighttime, the moon was high in the sky. Her eyebrows furrowed, wondering what had set her off. She cocked her head, listening, and then turned to her senses. She could feel a lot of strong powers flying around the world. Her friends and family seemed to be up and about. Strange, it was kind of late for them to be up. Wonder what was going on...
She blanked for a moment before she smacked her forehead and groaned. "Ah crap, they're probably looking for me. Boy am I going to get an earful for taking off by myself."
"Yeah, you are," came a stern voice above her.
She gave a start and looked up, seeing Piccolo floating above her in the air, staring down at her. "Umm, how long have you been up there?"
"Ten minutes, wondering to myself how you could possibly be sitting there taking a nap when everyone is up and desperately searching for you," said Piccolo, irritation in his voice.
Pan crossed her arms. "I'm fine. All you had to do is ask Bra and..."
Piccolo landed in front of her and and gave her a look of disapproval. "We did ask Bra, and do you know what we heard? We heard that you were struggling to control your body and your ki."
"It wasn't that bad," muttered Pan.
"Pan," Piccolo's tone took a warning volume, "What were you thinking? What if you lost control and hurt yourself or someone else? What if you relapsed into your coma while out here and we never found you? You would have died of natural causes and we wouldn't have been able to revive you with the dragonballs."
Pan struggled to meet his gaze. "I... I just..."
Piccolo crossed his arms. "You just what?"
Pan started to lose her temper. "I just didn't want to deal with you people! Why do you think I went off by myself? Huh? To be alone for awhile!"
Piccolo glared at her. "Of all the selfish reasons..."
He shook his head. "Pan, everyone is worried about you, has BEEN worried about you for the last six months, and what do you do when you wake up? Instead letting your family know your okay, letting them see you awake for the first time in half a year, you act selfishly and go off 'to be alone'.
"Just shut up and go away, I'll go home in the morning," muttered Pan, struggling to hide her shame.
"Excuse me? You're going back to your family now, even if I have to drag you there," warned Piccolo.
Pan grew furious. "Oh really? And how are you going to manage that huh? I'm not some defenseless child! I'm way stronger than you are!"
Piccolo looked at her, baffled for a moment, before he sighed and brought up a hand to rub his nose. "I suppose I should thank you for the reminder. Even I forget sometimes that you ARE a child. Defenseless? Far from it. A foolish, young, upset, child? Yes."
Pan glared at him, feeling talked down to. "Go. Away."
"Pan, lets just go," pleaded Piccolo.
"No," said Pan stubbornly.
"Pan...," warned Piccolo.
"I'm not going! And that's final!" shouted Pan.
Piccolo studied her for a moment before smirking. "Alright then, child, we're doing this the rough way."
Pan glared at him, her anger skyrocketing. She gave a cry of fury and her power exploded, ascending to Super Saiyan 2. She ground her teeth and glared at the silent Namekian.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," hissed Pan.
She burst forward and slugged Piccolo across his face, sending him rocketing back. He hit the ground, hard, blood leaking out of his mouth. He rose to his feet, narrowed his eyes, and took off his turban. They rushed at eachother and began rapidly exchanging blows.
She gave a yelp when he tripped her up and drove an elbow into the back of her neck, knocking her to the ground. "What is this sloppy form? You were trained better than this!"
Pan shoved off the ground, into the air, and released a bust of ki at Piccolo, sending him flying back. "Well sooooreeey for being out for half a year and being rusty!"
"Rusty? Hmph, that is far more than rust, I say you hardly know your own body anymore," countered Piccolo, "Your entire stance looks uncomfortable, as if you don't even know how to hold yourself."
Pan glanced down and shifted her legs and arms before looking back up to glare at him...
WHAM
Pan skidded back and landed on the ground after taking a surprise hit to her chin. "You should know better than to take your eyes off an opponent. For what its worth though, you fixed up your stance a bit, so good job there, little girl."
Pan rose to a knee, wiping a bit of blood from her mouth, fury and shame battling for control, and gave a scream of rage. Her ki exploded in size and she closed the distance instantly, driving a fist deep into Piccolo's chest. The Namekian gagged, spewing a bit of blood, and flew back at the impact, landing on the ground in a heap.
"And YOU should know better than to piss off someone whose FAR stronger than you that you can't win against!" spat Pan.
Piccolo slowly rose to a knee, cradling his chest. "Perhaps, but winning by myself was never my objective. If they didn't know we were fighting before, they sure did after that last bit"
Pan frowned for a moment before she became aware of many ki signatures heading their way. "Son of a..."
ZIP
"What the heck are you two doing?" shouted Goku.
Pan cringed, looking up to see Grandpa looking down at them with disapproval.
Piccolo stood up straight, walked over to his turban, and put it back on. "I was keeping her in one place and letting you all know she was here before she could take off again."
Goku nodded, crossed his arms, and turned his attention to his granddaughter. "Pan..."
"I did NOTHING wrong!" she shouted up at him, "All I wanted was to be left alone for awhile!"
He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the roughed up Piccolo. "You call beating up someone who was concerned and looking for you 'doing nothing wrong'?"
"Well maybe if he wasn't such an ass about it," muttered Pan.
Piccolo scoffed. "I called you out on being selfish and being a child, nothing more, nothing less."
Goku landed next to Piccolo and sighed. "Alright, the two of you, drop it. Both of you can apologize to one another and we can all just go home. Okay? What do you say?"
Pan looked up at the sky, eyeing the moon, before looking down at him, glaring at both of them. "What do I say? I say SOLAR FLARE!"
Pan put two fingers to either side of her head and unleashed a blinding light at them before powering down, suppressing her ki, and quickly taking off. She rushed a bit away and hid behind a tree.
"That little brat!" yelled Piccolo.
"Jeez, there's waking up on the wrong side of the bed, then there's falling off it instead," said Goku.
Pan felt the other ki signals arrive and meet up.
"Okay, what was that and where is my daughter?" demanded Gohan.
"She threw an unwarranted temper tantrum, hit us with a solar flare, and snuck off," said Piccolo.
"I dunno," teased Goku, "I get the feeling both you went at eachother pretty good."
Bra interrupted, her voice a little shaky. "B-but she was okay though, right? She wasn't hurt or anything?"
Pan suddenly felt a pang of guilt, noting how worried Bra sounded. She remembered what Piccolo had said and bowed her head in shame. She wondered if maybe she should just give it up. Maybe she was acting a little childish right now, but Piccolo didn't have to be so up front about it and talk down to her like that! She quietly sighed, this whole situation was stupid...
"Seemed so," said Goku.
"That doesn't let you off the hook Bra," warned Vegeta, "She was your responsibility once we left the room, and if she gets hurt or hurts someone because she has no control of herself, besides the namek, there will be hell to pay."
Pan stood up, stepped out from behind the tree, and shouted. "Hey! Leave her alone!"
The group froze, then turned to look down at her. Relief passed over most of their faces before it was replaced by irritation.
Gohan flew down and landed in front of her. "Pan! Of all the stupid reckless things you could have done..."
He embraced her in a fierce hug. "Don't ever do that again! You could have been hurt or hurt someone if you lost control!"
Pan scowled. "I'm fine, and c'mon, lost control? I might not have a good handle of my body right now but I'm not crazy."
Gohan separated from her slowly. "We'll, not now your not."
Pan gave him a confused look. "Huh?"
"Look, we'll talk in the morning, okay?" said Gohan.
Pan frowned, noting a wariness in his eyes. She shifted her gaze to look at the other's, noting it there too. Why were they looking at her like that? She thought about it, but couldn't come up with a reason. There was something else however that she was curious about...
She crossed her arms. "Fine, I'll go home, but you have some explaining to do. I was freaking out in my head before Vegeta let on that you were alive. How did you guys beat Black and Zamasu? How are you alive? The last time I saw you, Black killed you."
Gohan frowned for a moment. "Pan... you don't remember?"
She grew even more confused. "Remember what?"
Gohan sighed, looking conflicted. "Pan, let's just go home okay? We're all tired, and we'll talk in the morning, okay?"
Pan narrowed her eyes. "You're hiding something."
"How can I be hiding something if we haven't even talked yet!" defended Gohan.
"Pan, you killed Black and led to Zamasu's death," called down Vegeta.
Gohan smacked his forehead and sighed. "Really Vegeta?"
Pan stared up at him in disbelief. "Is that some kind of joke?! There's no way I could have fought either of them."
"Pan, we will talk, IN THE MORNING, alright?" demanded Gohan.
Pan stared at him quietly, all the fight gone out of her, replaced with quiet confusion. "Okay dad..."
They took off in the air, Pan following behind quietly. All she could think was: How could she have possibly have beaten Black?