Pan stood silently alone in her area. The others had all left to go get food and interact with the other Dimensions. She hadn't felt hungry and said as much, though, that only served to get her strange looks. She rolled her eyes, a part Saiyan not being hungry? Surely it must be the end of the world. She scoffed at that.

"You alluded to your Grandfather's strength, but I don't recall you ever mentioning any else of your acquaintances having significant power," came a cold voice behind her on her left.

Pan turned her head, sighting Odianna standing next to the divider between their two dimensions. As much as she desperately craved to talk with her, why was Odianna willingly speaking with her? Pan recalled that she had wanted nothing to do with her. Pan stared at her silently, those cold, angry, hateful eyes were painful to meet. Her words registered a moment later, she wasn't here to talk, Odianna was trying to pump her for information. Pan mulled over the question in her mind before deciding to simply be truthful. Even though Odianna hated her, Pan would never be able to return that feeling. She cared too much for the woman, and couldn't bring herself to lie to her.

"At the time, my dad wasn't nearly as strong as he is now," said Pan, "He spent a few days in the time chamber."

"And this 'Prince Vegeta'?" demanded Odianna.

Pan shrugged. "He's just my Grandpa's rival."

Odianna appeared to ponder that for a time before clarifying, "Just a rival? You say that so casually that I assume your Grandfather is superior to him."

Pan met her eyes and answered dead on, "He is, by far."

There was a brief flicker of worry in Odianna's eyes before it faded. "I see."

Odianna turned to leave before Pan called out, "Shouldn't I get a question in turn?"

Odianna turned back and frowned at her. "..."

Pan struggled to work up the nerve to ask, "O-odianna... if I had revealed that I was a quarter Saiyan to you before the invasion... w-would you have looked past it?"

There was a brief flicker of surprise on the woman's controlled face before she masked it. "..."

Pan stood there, saying and doing nothing but steadily meeting Odianna's gaze. She desperately wanted and yet dreaded the answer. A yes would mean that Pan had royally screwed up and forever lost any trust she could possibly have gained with the woman. A no meant that Pan would forever be hated by a woman who had taken her under her wing, given her a treasured gi, and been a comrade in arms. Either answer would be agonizing for her to hear.

Finally, Odianna spoke, "I don't know."

Pan stared at her, dumbfounded. "You... don't know?!"

Odianna crossed her arms and glared at her. "You're asking me to answer a question in an unbiased way based on a hypothetical set of circumstances to a possible event that would have happened years ago. What do you expect me to say?"

Pan couldn't answer that and merely stood there.

Odianna rubbed her eyes, a tired sigh escaping her lips. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway, even if I... had accepted you for who you were. Quarter Saiyan or not, the moment you became a Super Saiyan was the moment you betrayed us all and turned your back on humanity. That, I would never have looked passed."

Pan met her gaze steadily, mulling over her words. Odianna had evaded directly answering it, but then laid on a counter to the question itself. That counter, strangely enough, hurt far less than having her question actually answered.

Pan's eyes flickered to Aideen, who was a ways off watching the two of them warily, before shifting back to Odianna. "I regret not telling you the truth Odianna, and I'm sorry for it, but, I went Super Saiyan not for myself, but because of Aideen, for her, for the others, and even for you. At times I may hate myself for being part Saiyan, but, I don't regret becoming a Super Saiyan anymore. I needed to become strong enough to protect those I care about, even if..."

Pan struggled to speak, "E-even if I damned myself in your eyes by doing so."

Odianna stared at her, a pang of what Pan thought might have been longing in her eyes. "I remember now why we took you in and trained you. You... should have been born a full human."

She turned and started walking away, bitterness in her voice. "You're too good for the Saiyan race to claim as their own. The day I kill you, it will be quick and painless, that much I can give you."

Odianna paused briefly and rubbed her eyes, she spoke with a strange tone, full of exhaustion and lacking hatred, "I'm tired of fighting your damn kind."

Pan watched her walk away and slowly brought a hand up to her heart, feeling it going crazy, feeling like it was going to split apart. She had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to react to those words. Happy? Upset? Relieved? Devastated? For a few minutes, she stood there, stunned, trying to get a grapple on her emotions. In just a few quick words, Odianna had said pretty much everything Pan wanted and did not want to hear. It was obvious Odianna still hated her, but, it had cooled to the point where Odianna hated that she was Saiyan rather than her herself, at least that's what Pan thought. That longing in her eyes and bitterness in her tone, Pan felt like the woman didn't want to hate her, but couldn't help but do so. However, the fact had NOT been lost on her that Odianna had said she was eventually still going to kill her... it just... why...? Why did it have to be this way?

Pan felt herself start to choke and shoved her feelings down before she could start to sob. She did her best to not start hyperventilating and gripped the divider between their dimensions, hard. Having an emotional breakdown in the middle of a tournament was NOT happening. She did her best to steady her breathing before she moved to the front of Dimension 1's area. She stood there for a few minutes, brooding, before something hit her that alarmed her greatly.

"She sounded tired," murmured Pan, curious, yet very uneasy.

She frowned at the thought before a sudden chill ran down her spine. She broke away from her musings and narrowed her eyes, looking around. For a split second, it had felt like... like someone was watching her. She shook her head after seeing no one in particular looking her way, and resumed her musings...

Up above and behind her, to Pan's left, sitting hidden in the spectator area of Dimension 3, a certain demoness sat hidden behind an illusion, keeping an eye on her 'prize'.

"She's far more aware than I gave her credit for," murmured Towa, a little alarmed that Pan had felt her presence in her mind.

She rubbed her chin in thought. She had personally pursued Pan out of their dimension, since her crystal ball could not gaze out of their dimensional boundaries. She had not given other dimensions much thought, not until she saw the terrifying sight of ELEVEN Omni-Kings sitting together high above watching the tournament unfold. It was then that she realized just how much she needed Pan's power. She could not afford to wait, she needed to step up her plans and start pushing Pan. Being here was dangerous, and she knew it. But on the other hand, hiding in plain-sight with nothing more than an minor illusion spell right under the noses of the Omni-Kings was a delightful treat. It made her want to laugh maniacally with glee, but she kept herself composed.

This 'tournament' brought her a unique opportunity to study other dimensions for their potential use. It also brought her an opportunity to begin to work on corrupting Pan. This last month had eroded so much of Pan's edges. It had been infuriating to watch Pan begin to slowly change and walk away from her anger and lust for power. However, for all the setbacks Towa had suffered, she now saw one perfect opportunity: The Saiyan Coli. Oh how Pan loathed her. Oh how Pan hated her. Tasting that hate was delicious. It was a delicacy that Towa would savor. The moment Pan had become enraged at hearing a friend had died, Towa had sunk her claws into the child's mind. Every moment of rage, every moment of hate Pan directed towards Coli let Towa sneak another anchor in the child's mind. Mental coercion and manipulation, was a specialty for Towa, hell, it was for all Towas regardless of timestream or timeplane from what she had seen.

This last conversation Pan had with this 'Odianna' woman had considerably weakened Pan's mental fortitude on top of all the hate churning inside of the girl. It was almost to good to be true. It was a delicious opportunity, and she hadn't been able to resist nestling her presence deeper inside of Pan's mind. Though, it had almost gotten her caught, the child had far more magical awareness than she should have, which should be none if she had never been exposed to it before. Perhaps it had something to do with that green power of hers...

Fortunately, Towa wasn't inside of Pan's mind to control her or read her memories or anything so obvious that would get her caught. No, she was simply there to subtly weigh on Pan's mental fortitude. To weaken her emotional control, and prop up Pan's anger and rage at the most opportune moment. Maybe seed a thought here and there in the girl's mind. Small things that would work against the girl. She needed to turn Pan back down her path of chasing power, and what simple way than to give Pan what she wanted? Revenge was a dish to be savored and then devoured, and Towa had every intention of giving it to her. She had considered giving Pan Coli right away, but decided to dangle the prospect of the fight before her for awhile, to let Pan's anticipation and anger simmer and then boil over. She had been a little... concerned... about trying to fix a match under the nose of the Grand Priest, but it was surprisingly easy. The Grand Priests, and the Omni-Kings, were not on guard. They were not paying attention to anything but watching and enjoying the tournament. With her magic, and a little bit of power from the Demon Time Ring, it was easy to make sure Pan and Coli did not fight, and were not paired up against someone that would knock them out of the tournament.

She turned her attention back to Pan, studying the agitated girl. It was curious... she glanced to 'Odianna', the woman was an extreme source of mental anxiety for Pan. Towa was more than aware she was missing out on information. She could only go through the time-stream of her home Dimension, not other dimensions. What Pan went through in other Dimensions she could only learn of through second hand information. Still, the moment that had just transpired was useful for destabilizing the girl, regardless of her lack of background on why it had happened. She figured in another round or two, she'd give Pan her treat, and like the perfect pet, she'd devour it. Towa licked her lips at the thought, oh yes, Pan was going to enjoy it, and Towa would keep her ignorant of the consequences of what would happen afterwards while she was caught up in the moment. It would destroy all the so called 'progress' Pan had made and set her family against her once more and isolate the girl.

Not only that, if she could push Pan enough to actually murder Coli in a tournament that forbade death, it would pit her against the gods. She was a treasured friend of the Omni-Kings, so she wouldn't be destroyed for breaking a rule. However, it would cause a conflict, and sow more seeds of anger and resentment towards the gods.

Oh yes... this tournament was the perfect opportunity...

She pursed her lips and whispered with a wickedness fitting for a demon, "Small steps corrupt..."

Pan gave a start when something poked her side. She turned to see Goten holding some weird looking fried meat on a stick, giving her a poorly hidden look of concern. She smiled faintly and took it, deciding to indulge in the offer and chowed down. The offering didn't really make her feel better, but she did her best to hide her emotions.

"Thanks uncle," said Pan, a bit of tease in her voice.

Goten rolled his eyes. "Calling me uncle makes me feel old! I'm not even thirty yet!"

"Oh please," she mocked, "We both know you're still a seven year old kid!"

"It took him and Trunks long enough to hit their growth spurts," said Videl, coming up behind them, "I thought those two were going to be kids forever!"

Trunks joined them, an amused look on his face, "I think its a hybrid thing, we age pretty damn slow."

Videl put a hand on Pan's shoulder. "Well that's good, lets me keep my baby girl awhile longer."

Pan rolled her eyes. "Moooooom! No babying! Go back to the spectator area!"

There was a brief shared laughter before the Grand Priest began to speak high above the arena, "The second round is about to begin! All fighters and spectators please return to their areas!"

A minute passed while everyone re-organized themselves before he continued, "Now! Would Ugloo from Dimension 6 and Majin Xuu from Dimension 10 please enter the ring!"

Pan raised an eyebrow, watching the two fighters enter the arena. Now there was a dangerous match up...

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Ugloo's body began to warp, and it turned into a mirror image of the Majin. Xuu didn't appear alarmed or distressed, instead, it grew amused.

"Tell me puddy man, you can copy my body and my ki, but can you replicate my magic?" asked Xuu.

Ugloo charged at Xuu, only for the Majin to hold out a hand and shout, "Freeze!"

Ugloo stopped moving and literally froze, becoming encased in a block of ice that toppled to the ground. Xuu crossed his arms and waited.

After a few seconds, Xuu merely smirked. "That would be a no as my answer. A pity."

Pan frowned. "This Majin doesn't mess earound, he ended the last two fights instantly."

Goku nodded. "Yeah, we'll have to be on our guard if we fight him."

"Thirty seconds have passed! Majin Xuu is the winner!" shouted the Grand Priest, "Next, would Saler from Dimension 3 and Mesh from Dimension 4 please enter the ring!"

After they did, the Grand Priest spoke. "Begin!"

"Ki saber!" shouted Mesh.

The armored alien shimmered and moved through the air at blinding speeds, his glowing sword passing through the lizard man before he could react, attacking his ki directly. Saler's ki gutted and he dropped to the ground instantly, taken down in one blow. Mesh flourished his sword infront of him for a moment before sheathing it.

Thirty seconds later, the Grand Priest shouted, "Mesh from Dimension 4 is the winner!"

Pan rolled her eyes. "We need more GOOD fights. Vegeta's fight was like, the only good fight of the last round."

"Next! Would Kale from Dimension 2 and Long from Dimension 9 please enter the ring!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Pan watched as the Saiyan Emperor and one of the green humanoid dragons entered the ring. Pan hoped she'd get a better grasp of just how strong that Saiyan was from this fight.

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Kale beckoned with his hand. "Come dragon, show me your power!"

Long didn't respond, he merely brought up a hand to pull on one of the whisker's coming from below his nose. His red eyes studied the Saiyan Emperor with wariness. They stood at an impasse, neither of them willing to be the first to take the initiative.

Finally, the dragon struck, opening its mouth and breathing fire across the ring. Kale jumped into the air and charged the dragon, swinging a fist. The dragon reached up and caught the strike, only to be sent flying back when Kale drove a knee into his face.

Pan frowned. "I didn't feel any ki when he hit."

"He's raising and lowering it almost instantly," observed Goku, "He's got masterful control."

Pan nodded, resuming watching the fight. Kale continued to attack the dragon, fists and legs flying in a brutal unrelenting barrage. It took Pan a minute to finally be able to pick up in the quick, subtle rises in power. She raised an eyebrow at that, for his base power, that wasn't bad at all. Though, she still had no clue to his actual strength, nor his power as a Super Saiyan. This dragon wasn't strong enough to push the Saiyan into revealing his power.

Kale kicked the dragons stomach, grabbed its whiskers, and pulled its face down into his knee. "Pathetic!"

Kale lifted up the dragon and threw it to the ground. "I'm starting to grow disappointed. Ten dimensions, and I have only been impressed by one other than my own."

Thirty seconds later, the Grand Priest called out. "Kale from Dimension 2 is the winner!"

The dragon was healed, and the fighters left before the Grand Priest spoke again, "Would Aideen from Dimension 2 and Son Pan from Dimension 1 please enter the ring."

Pan coughed at that and winced. She had to fight Aideen? She glanced back and over at the woman who met her gaze. Aideen merely shrugged and took off towards the ring. Pan sighed and followed after her, she didn't want to be the one to knock her friend out of the tournament. They stopped walking at opposite ends of the ring.

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

They both tensed and then shouted, "Kaio-Ken times thirty!"

Aideen gave her an irritated look as the fiery aura engulfed them. "Don't insult me Pan. I know you're far stronger than this. Do not go easy on me."

Pan winced. "Well... I wanted to give you a decent fight..."

Aideen narrowed her eyes and raised her voice. "Pan!"

Pan sighed. She really didn't want to fight the woman as a Super Saiyan, fearing she might actually see her as an enemy despite her earlier words. Pan shut off the Kaio-Ken, and reluctantly went Super Saiyan. Aideen studied her, still looking irritated. Pan crossed her arms, she knew Aideen had seen her go Super Saiyan 2 in a fit of anger over Aneurin's death, but she wasn't going that high. She could easily accidentally kill the woman if she did.

Pan rushed forward and threw a telegraphed punch. Aideen caught it, spun, and tried to flip Pan over her shoulder. Pan grabbed her arm and her shirt as she did, spinning the woman and instead throwing her overhead and into the nearby barrier. Aideen winced, shoved herself off, and threw herself at Pan in a furious barrage of punches and kicks. Pan easily blocked, but did not counter. She knew Aideen only had one very slim chance of actually winning this. It all depended on when Aideen would burst to a times fifty, if she did it at the right time and hit the right spot to knock her out. Best not to actually let her do that...

Pan suddenly caught a punch, spun, and threw Aideen to the ground. She rushed forward, drove a knee into her back, and grabbed an arm, pinning it down. Aideen quickly cursed to herself. The woman threw her hand back and released a burst of ki. Pan let it hit her, doing little but tickle her. She grabbed Aideen's other arm and pinned it down as well. Aideen didn't have a choice now. Pan mentally began to countdown in her head...

"Kaio-Ken time fifty!" roared Aideen.

Aideen's power exploded and the woman bucked Pan off of her. Aideen rushed at her, throwing a fist at her face. It connected and sent Pan staggering. Aideen kicked her chest, knocking her back, and then cupped her hands together.

"Kamehameha!" roared Aideen, unleashing the ki wave at Pan.

Pan steadied her legs, braced herself, and held out her hands, catching the energy wave. Pan's arms trembled a bit, but held steady. Aideen was impressive, Pan felt once again proud of her friend, unfortunately, she still wasn't a match for a Super Saiyan of Pan's level...

"Hyper Kaio-Ken times fifty!" screamed Aideen in pain.

Pan's eyes went wide in shock. "Aideen?!"

Blue energy exploded out of Aideen, changing the color and intensity of the Kaio-Ken into a far superior form. Aideen's energy wave suddenly overwhelmed Pan's defenses. It hit and exploded, sending Pan screaming and rocketing back, her hands seared badly. Aideen rushed at her and unleashed a heavy barrage of blows, battering Pan until Aideen two-handed knocked her to the ground. Pan braced herself, tensing and preparing to go Super Saiyan 2 when Aideen suddenly collapsed infront of her, her power gutting out. Pan blinked a few times, astonished and confused. How the hell had Aideen managed to use the Hyper Kaio-Ken? More important, how had she survived using it?

Aideen's body was literally burning, her clothes were on fire, and blotches of her skin were blistering, but, she wasn't dying. Pan slowly shook her head, waved a hand, and extinguished the fire with a gust of gi. She stood over her until the match ended and the Grand Priest healed them both.

Pan offered a hand. "You know, that wasn't a really smart idea."

Aideen scowled at her and took her hand. "I'm aware, Odianna had to force feed me a few Senzu's the last time I tried it."

Pan helped her up, and Aideen continued as they walked out of the ring. "But, since we're being tended to by the gods, I decided, why not? I did better this time."

"I'm surprised it didn't instantly kill you," said Pan, confusion lacing her voice.

Aideen shook her head. "Odianna spent a lot of time in the time chamber mastering that form. She found a much better way to regulate the ability. I can't sustain it worth shit, but, I can at least use it for a combo."

Pan mulled over Aideen's words silently as they separated and went back to their separate areas. The Hyper Kaio-Ken used by a none-immortal and surviving... that was quite the feat... and it was VERY tempting to investigate learning how to do that herself. Yes... it could be a great source of power...

Pan blanked for a moment. What the hell? Where had that thought come from? Pan bristled at the power hungriness, she thought she had banished that line of thinking a month ago. She tried to push it away, chasing power had gotten her family and friends set against her, she wasn't interested in going down that path again. However, the thought, it kept being brought back to the forefront of her mind. She hesitated, rolling it over in her head. The Hyper Kaio-Ken was a powerful ability, when she eventually became a Super Saiyan God, using that version of Kaio-Ken could let her surpass even her Grandpa... it was... a very tempting idea...

Pan rubbed her forehead, trying to banish the thought once more, and started to get a headache. It was as if something was bringing the thought back against her will... it was really starting to agitate her... there was a heavy throb in her mind... something didn't feel right...

"Next! Would Phage from Dimension 5 and Heata from Dimension 7 please enter the ring!" called out the Grand Priest.

Pan's mind cleared suddenly, much to her relief. She turned her head to eye Phage, the ki poisoner. Her eyes flickered to Heata, an Arcosian Pan assumed was from the fire clan. She sized them up. Heata was VASTLY more powerful than the human woman. But, power meant nothing against ki poison, as the demon woman that Phage had been up against had been far stronger as well.

The two fighters entered the arena and walked to the opposite ends, when they did, the Grand Priest shouted, "Begin!"

Phage's aura of black ki engulfed her immediately and she swung her right arm like a sword in Heata's direction, a wave of ki surging forward in its wake. Heata leaped out of the way. Phage immediately turned and began firing ki blasts at him. Heata continued to dodge, taking exceptional note of the trajectory of each ki blast. He had definitely been paying attention to Phage's fight and knew not to get hit. Heata's eyes flashed and a rather weak looking lazer beam surged from them. Phage dove out of the way, and kept sprinting out of the way as Heata kept firing. They continued for a few minutes, both trading ki blasts, before they suddenly stopped, one floating high in the air, one floating on the ground.

There was a look of frustration on Heata's face that Pan didn't understand. "Why's he pissed? He can just use more power and end it."

"Pan," said Goku, "You do realize, no offense to them, that his opponent is a human, right? Not even as strong as Tien despite her technique? Using more power would kill her, easily."

Pan blinked a few times, and resisted the urge to smack her forehead. Duh, of course that was it. He was severely handicapped by the no-kill rule. Heata was far stronger than Phage, but he could only use a fraction of his strength, and could not physically touch her without getting ki poisoned. That, severely, limited his options. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought. it would also limit her options too if they ended up fighting. Pan started hoping that Heata would win, so she didn't need to worry anymore about the ki poisoning woman whose presence gave her chills. The woman didn't feel evil, per say, but her presence was unnerving. She remembered her earlier impression of 'wrongness' and stuck to it.

Pan narrowed her eyes, sighting Phage beginning to charge a large ki blast. The woman fired it, but strangely, it moved incredibly slow. Suddenly, half way between Phage and Heata, the ki blast exploded with a loud gross 'splotch' sound. The explosion left a black stain in the air, and to Pan's surprise, that stain started spreading.

"What the hell?" was all Pan could say.

Phage started firing smaller ki blasts as fast as she could that exploded and left smaller spreading stains. Heata seemed confused for a moment before he swore and fired a ki blast at the stain, trying to get rid of it. Instead, the stain absorbed the ki blast and had a growth spurt. Heata tried to fly around it, but it was to late, Phage had completely cut off the top and bottom half of the arena with the stains. Pan felt pretty sure that if Heata touched that goop, it would ki poison him. Heata gave a roar of frustration, charged his power, and attempted to bum rush through the goop as a last ditch effort. It worked, in the sense that he got through, but his entire body quickly started turning a shade of black, heavily ki poisoned. Heata fell to his knees and pitched forward before he could even take two steps towards Phage. Thirty seconds later, Phage was declared the winner, the ring was cleansed, and Heata healed.

"I really don't want to have to fight that woman," murmured Pan.

Goku nodded. "You and me both."

"Next! Would Nach from Dimension 2 and Goten from Dimension 1 please enter the ring!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Pan immediately turned to her uncle. "Goten! Don't take that Saiyan for granted. Full force from the start."

Goten nodded, an unusual serious look for him crossing his face. "Got it."

Pan felt glad for once that someone appeared to listen to her. Goten flew to the ring and walked to the opposite end of Nach. He hadn't trained nearly as much as she had these last few years. Pan crossed her fingers and nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, hoping Goten could pull off a win.

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Goten immediately turned Super Saiyan 2 and started raising his power. Nach raised an eyebrow at that and mimicked him, ascending and raising his power to his maximum. Pan started cursing quietly when the one she didn't want to win started pulling ahead in power. When they finished, Pan couldn't help but groan.

"Goten can still win," said Goku, "All he has to do is play it safe and smart."

Pan turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Goten and smart in the same sentence? Pick one and ditch the other."

"That's not nice Pan," chided Gohan, trying to mask his own amusement.

Pan's attention was drawn back to the ring as Nach began to chuckle and then speak, "Your Dimension is an interesting one, boy."

"How so?" asked Goten, adopting a defensive stance.

"In your dimension, our race, brought low, forced to cross-breed to survive, yet, still remains so strong," said Nach with a mixture of distaste and admiration.

"What the heck is so wrong with a hybrid?" asked Goten with genuine confusion.

Nach scowled. "It taints the pure-blood of our warrior race. The last hybrid to walk in our dimension was a weak, pathetic, abominable creation that deserved to be snuffed out."

Goten shrugged. "And...?"

Nach slowly shook his head. "You Human-Saiyan hybrids however, appear to be a mix that still allows for great power. Yet..."

His face contorted in disgust. "I've watched your dimension fight and interact. For all your strength, none of you hybrids appear to hold the great pride of our race. It seems lost on you. Without pride, your existence is a SIN."

At the last word, Nach burst forward. Goten managed to raise an arm in time to block. The impact still sent Goten reeling back. Nach continued to lash out viciously, but, Goten still managed to somewhat block all of the attacks until Nach fell to a knee, spun, and swept Goten's legs out from under him. Nach caught Goten's foot as he fell, rose, brought Goten swinging overhead, and slammed him into the ground. Then, with a twist, he snapped Goten's foot, breaking it.

Goten gave a yell of pain and cupped his hands together, quickly aiming them at Nach. "Kamehameha!"

The wave burst forward and hit Nach point blank, blasting him backwards, across the ring, and into the barrier where the energy wave exploded. Goten slowly rose to one foot, wincing painfully and trying not to stand on the other, before he started floating into the air.

Pan recognized that with a broken foot the floor was strictly off limits to her uncle. She turned her eyes, sighting Nach and seeing that he had recovered. The Saiyan rose into the air, the lightning cackling around his body growing intense. Nach burst forward and slammed an elbow into Goten's face faster than he could react. Goten was sent flying, clutching his cheek painfully. Nach pursued him and kicked him further up into the air. Before he could go far, Nach grabbed his arm and started to plummet towards the ground. With a roar, Nach landed on the ground and attempted to smash Goten down. To his credit, Goten thrust a hand out and unleashed an energy wave at the ring floor that stopped his momentum. With a snarl, Goten twisted his body and slammed his good foot into Nach's face and sent the Saiyan staggering back. Goten righted himself in the air and took off after him, lashing out with a heavy fist, slamming it into Nach's shoulder and sending the man spinning. Goten flew forward and cocked a blow over his shoulder, thrust it forward, only for Nach to lash out with both hands and catch the blow. Nach twisted, and there was a god awful snapping sound as Goten's wrist broke and he cried out in pain. Nach spun and threw Goten to the ground.

Pan grumbled and then sighed. "He's screwed."

No one said anything to argue her words.

Goten rose to a knee, wincing. "Damn."

Nach flew down an spin-kicked, slamming a foot into Goten's shoulder with a heavy crunch, sending the young man yelling and sprawling head of heals across the ring floor. Nach flew after him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt, and continuing on. Nach thrust Goten forward and slammed him into the ring barrier, pinning him against it and twisting his good arm behind him.

"Is this the best you can do, hybrid?" taunted Nach.

Goten slammed his head back, bashing his skull against Nach's and sending the man staggered back. Goten spun, flew forward, and smashed his good hand into Nach's face, knocking the man down.

"How about that?!" spat Goten angrily.

Nach looked up at him, amusement in his gaze. "Not good enough, boy."

Nach rose to his feet, appearing no worse for the ware. "Tell me, hows that wrist and foot feeling? I can't imagine your shoulder is that much better."

Goten glared at him and rushed forward, driving a knee towards his stomach. Nach raised his own knee to block, and then grabbed Goten's wrist when he threw a punch with his good hand. There was another audible 'snap' as Nach violently twisted and broke that hand too.

Goten gave a cry of pain and seethed, "What the hell is with you and breaking limbs!?"

Nach kicked him back and to the ground before shrugging. "Saves me from having to waste my time beating down stubborn fools. Since you lack any pride, I suggest you surrender, boy."

Pan could tell Goten was pissed. Her uncle hadn't lost much energy in the round thus far, but, with both his hands, and a foot broken, not to mention a damaged shoulder, it was pretty much over. Nach fought not to damage his opponents, but disable them. It was a cunning strategy. Though, judging from the look on Goten's face, he was more than willing to keep fighting with nothing but his elbows, his knees, and his head. Pan started to grow worried, this was going to get brutal and she didn't want Goten to get hurt anymore than he already... huh?

Goten's eyes flickered their way, and Pan caught Grandpa shaking his head slightly, her eyes went wide when Goten grumbled quietly to himself and then powered down. "Fine, I give up."

Pan turned her head and gave Grandpa a questioning look, Goku merely shrugged in response. The two fighters were healed, and went back to their areas. Pan felt a bit dumbfounded that Goten had suddenly given up, even with provocation from Grandpa, but decided not to question it. She was after all relieved to see her uncle not be brutalized. Maybe that was Grandpa's reason too.

"Next! Would Vegeta from Dimension 1 and Bage from Dimension 2 please enter the ring!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Once more, Pan watched the Saiyan Prince get into the ring with another Saiyan from Dimension 2. Pan's eyes flickered back and forth between them, noting that both had rather passive looks unlike the usual eagerness she saw on them. Bage half-bowed respectfully, and Vegeta gave him a curt nod. With that, they both ascended to Super Saiyan 2 and rushed at eachother, rising into the air as they began to trade blows back and forth. Pan's eyebrows furrowed. They were fighting viciously and full-force, but, there was a strange, dance-like rhythm to it. It almost seemed... seemed like...

She frowned intently and finished the thought: It seemed like it was a farce. The moves were far to telegraphed on both fighter's end to be real. This match had already been decided. She eyed her Grandpa and took note that he was only half-paying attention to the fight and appeared to be lost in thought. She turned her head and glanced at the other Saiyans of Dimension 2. They all had one eye on the fight, but were quietly talking among themselves, showing little interest. Since when would Vegeta of all people allow a match to be thrown? Especially when he didn't need to, he could easily beat down any of the Saiyans of Dimension 2. What in the world was this bizarre show for? She continued to watch the 'fight' progress until Vegeta 'won' at the end and took Bage to the ground.

That on the other hand perplexed her even more. It was one, VERY, strange thing for Vegeta to go along with this. It was even stranger for this Saiyan who Vegeta didn't even know to go along with it as well.

"Did I miss something?" Pan quietly murmured to herself.

"Their Emperor," whispered Gohan.

Pan turned her head to give him a questioning look. "What about him?"

"He wants to fight Vegeta, I heard the two of them talking during the between round break," replied Gohan, "And he won't tolerate anything getting between the two of them fighting, and ordered the others to throw their fights if they faced him."

"And Vegeta agreed to that?" Pan whispered back, confused and slightly alarmed.

Gohan shrugged, appearing to not have anymore information. Pan shot her Grandpa a look, but he didn't return it. If he knew anything, he wasn't saying. Pan resisted the urge to give a frustrated sigh and decided to just drop the subject and not approach Vegeta about it. The Prince returned the the area a moment later after being declared the winner.

"Now! Would Coli from Dimension 2...," began the Grand Priest.

Pan's heart skipped a beat, a savage eagerness rapidly came over her. Please please please was all Pan could think. She wanted, she CRAVED the chance to fight Coli. The thought was so abnormally strong in Pan's mind it almost scarred her.

"...and Shovura from Dimension 8 please enter the ring," finished the Grand Priest.

Pan resisted the urge to cuss none-stop. She WANTED that Saiyan in battle. But, she knew her chances of actually being paired against her weren't exactly high. The chances increased every round, but if either her or Coli were paired against the best of the tournament, then they'd be knocked out before they could fight. Pan seethed quietly to herself as Coli and a demoness from Dimension 8 stepped into the ring. Pan gave the demoness a once over since she hadn't paid attention to her during the first round. She was similar to Pabura, though, her coloring was difference. Her hair and eyes were a blood red crimson. Unlike Pabura, her face gave no fake hints of innocence, it was laced with cruelty and malice. In her hands she bore a dark brown staff with a red sphere embedded upon the top of it. Her clothing was more like Towa, a red top, but a black bottom.

Pan's eyes switched back and forth, noting how both Coli and Shovura eyed eachother with a feral looking hunger. Pan knew without a doubt they were both wicked monsters, it would be fitting to see them go at eachother and know which one was the worst demoness, because Pan knew that even though Coli was a Saiyan, she was a demon at heart. No one who would murder Aneurin would be anything but that.

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Shovura glowed with a black-purplish aura, igniting her power, a wicked smirk on her face. Coli returned the smirk, but it mutated into a borderline maddening smile. Coli gave a roar, and ascended to Super Saiyan 2. Immediately, Shovura's smirk faded, and a fearful look overtook it. Pan rolled her eyes at that. Scum like that always showed off and acted all high and mighty until someone stronger appeared and then they always fell apart. The predator became the prey. She found it pathetic, this fight wouldn't last long, Pan was certain Coli wasn't using even a quarter of her full Super Saiyan 2 power. Unless Coli dragged it out for spite like she did with that child last round, it would be quick. Pan's eyes twitched in fury at the memory of that. That poor child...

Pan rubbed her forehead, a headache coming on again. Coli... needed to suffer for her crimes, oh yes, it needed to happen. What she did to that child, for murdering Aneurin, and who knows how many other innocent people she murdered back in the Saiyan's home dimension. Yessss Pan, you know she needs to pay, you hunger for it... don't resist it...

Pan blinked a few times, growing confused with the bizarre turn her thoughts took. She agreed Coli needed to be punished, but, why was she thinking of herself, to herself, like that? Before she could contemplate it, the headache faded and Coli started fighting. Coli rushed forward and drove a knee into Shovura's stomach, sending her flying back. Coli rushed forward, ripped Shovura's staff out of her hand, twirled it over head, and then speared it through Shovura's right leg. The demoness screamed and clattered to the ground. Coli knelt, roughly, on Shovura's stomach, driving her knee down into it.

"Come demon, let's mess up that pretty little face of yours," said Coli with glee.

Coli backhanded the demoness once, twice, a third time, a fourth time. Blood started leaking out of the demoness's face as Coli continued her beatings. Coli raised a fist high into the air, and brought it down on a curve, smashing it into the demoness's nose and 'readjusted' her face. Shovura gave a scream of pain and place both of her hands against Coli's chest, giving a huge burst of power that threw the Saiyan off her.

"You BITCH! How dare you touch me!" roared Shovura with rage, rising to her feet and ripping her staff out of her leg.

Coli laughed and started forward, her power starting to build. "How dare I? Oh little demon, you haven't seen the things I DARE to do."

Shovura's rage faded, and fear overtook her again. "I... I give u-,"

Before she could finish, Coli closed the distance and clamped a hand around Shovura's throat and another over her mouth. "Shh... don't ruin our time together. We're not done yet."

Coli lifted her up and body slammed her to the ground. Once more Coli pinned her down, but kept one hand wrapped around the demoness's throat as she began to torture her again. Pan grimaced at the sight, she had absolutely no love for demons, but this... it was cruel. She had little doubt in her mind who was the worst out of the two fighters. Shovura passed out from lack of oxygen a minute later, but Coli hardly stopped for that. Shovura's face was in ripped up bloody taters by the time the match was called. Coli seemed rather pleased with her handiwork, and walked away from the match with a satisfied smile on her face. Pan shot the woman a hateful look and started brooding. Gods, how she wanted to fight her. The thought of fighting that woman was damn near all consuming...

"Now! Would Trunks from Dimension 1 and Mato from Dimension 2 please enter the ring!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Pan broke from her thoughts and turned to Trunks. "Good luck."

Trunks nodded, and glanced towards his father, who had a serious look on his face. Vegeta however did not offer any encouragement aside from a curt nod. Trunks nodded back, and took off towards the ring. Pan eyed Trunk's opponent. Mato was the Saiyan who looked the most unassuming out of the lot. Short and plump, tanned, and open and aware look on his face that was almost childlike. Pan frowned, rubbing her chin.

"He doesn't look like much, but...," murmured Pan.

"Looks are deceiving Grandbrat," said Vegeta in a quiet tone, "I've talked with them. Mato is the head of that group of five, he answers only to their Emperor."

Pan gave a start and looked at Vegeta for a second confirmation. He nodded once more and turned towards the ring. Shit... that fat little blob was the strongest out of the five Emperor's Hands?! Oh no, Trunks...

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Mato and Trunks rushed at eachother, not even turning Super Saiyan. They fought fast and hard, exchanging blows to test one another's endurance, speed, and tactics. It was bizarre to Pan, seeing someone so short and fat move like that and easily keep up with Trunks.

Trunks threw a fist down at the fat man, only for Mato to catch the fist, spin, and throw Trunks overhead. Trunks flipped through the air and landed on his feet, turning to eye Mato warily. The two of them paused, sizing eachother up, before the suddenly turned Super Saiyan and threw themselves at eachother again. Trunks aimed a kick at Mato, only for him to leap over it. Trunks spun and brought his other knee up and slammed it into the fat Saiyan, launching him up into the air. Trunks pursued him, rushing forward and throwing a heavy punch. Mato surged to the side, dodging the hit, before launching him forward and headbutting Trunk's shoulder, sending him flying.

Trunks stopped his moment and paused to rub his shoulder painfully. He rushed back at Mato throwing a heavy punch, Mato caught the blow, grabbing Trunks' wrist. Trunks smirked and threw his other fist forward, turning Super Saiyan 2 as he did to try and catch Mato offguard. The Saiyan would not have it and mirrored Trunks, ascending without even showing any signs of surprise, and blocked the blow. The two separated and then reengaged, rising into the air as they exchanged punches and kicks, their power steadily climbing as they did. Pan was mentally counting down the seconds it was going to take for Trunks to peak out his power and start fighting with everything he had. However, for each bead of power Trunks gained, Mato matched effortlessly.

Something was strange about this Saiyan. He was deathly silent. He did not speak, he did not taunt or jeer at his opponent like pretty much every Saiyan Pan had ever encountered. It was eerie, he merely stared at Trunks with wide open eyes, not saying anything, just matching Trunks blow for blow. Pan found it... unsettling for some reason.

Trunks started getting serious. His hits grew harder and faster, timing his blows to try and catch Mato offguard. He threw a hit towards his neck, then a fist down towards his gut. Each time though he was blocked. It was like Mato knew what Trunks was going to try ahead of time. Trunks spun, aiming a kick towards Mato's neck while at the same time throwing a fist towards his knee. Mato blocked both and shoved Trunks away. Trunks looked irritated, his breathing starting to grow hard and visible... wait what?

Pan frowned. Trunks breath was visible, as if he were out in the cold of winter. The hell? She had been in the arena, the temperature was normal, not hot or warm. What was going on?

Trunks flew up into the air, cupping his hands together. "Galick gun FIRE!"

The energy wave rained down on Mato, instead of dodging it, he simply held out a hand. It hit and exploded, leaving a cloud of energy residue momentarily blocking sight of Mato. Not for long though, the Saiyan burst out of the cloud and slammed a fist deep into Trunks gut. Trunks doubled over momentarily, recovered, and then swatted Mato away. Trunks didn't pursue him, instead, he fell back, flying away to put some distance between him and Mato.

Trunks looked bewildered, he was breathing heavily, his breath visible, and had a hand gripping his chest. "Whats... going on...?"

Pan's eyebrows furrowed and she turned to Goku. "Grandpa?"

"Trunks is losing energy way faster than he should be," murmured Goku.

Pan gave a start and looked at Trunks, stretching her senses out. Holy shit, she hadn't been paying attention to that! Grandpa was right, Trunks had easily lost over thirty percent of his power since he hit his peak not to long ago. The heck? Trunks had barely started fighting serious. Mato on the other hand hadn't appeared to have lost anything. In fact, Mato's power was steadily building... almost as if...

"Wait, is he draining Trunks' power somehow?!" asked Pan, incredulous.

Trunks and Mato resumed fighting, trading blows back and forth. With Pan's senses on watch, she noticed that each time Trunks and Mato touched, Trunks power dipped a tiny amount, and Mato's increased. It was hard to notice in the middle of a fight with power normally dropping due to exertion. Ugh, it was just as bad as that Phage lady. Pan sighed to herself, in her opinion it was a cheap way to win, stealing power from one's enemy. Trunks didn't last much longer. Mato barely fought back, merely blocking and taking his time sapping Trunks strength until the young man suddenly dropped out of Super Saiyan 2, clutching his chest, struggling not to collapse. With that, Mato slugged him across his face and floored him to the ground. Trunks shivered, as if he were freezing, and was unable to get back up. Thirty seconds later, Mato was declared the winner and a frustrated looking Trunks returned to their Dimension area.

"Dammit, once I went Super Saiyan 2 it was like I was freezing the entire time," grumbled Trunks, "I just started losing power and getting colder and colder. I don't get what he was doing."

No one offered up any ideas. In truth, Pan had no idea how someone could just leech off someones power. She had heard about the androids Grandpa had first fought way back when, but, Mato was clearly a living, breathing Saiyan. Not to mention, the cold thing Trunks mentioned was confusing as well. Outside of her family, there were a lot of other fighters starting rise up in this tournament that Pan was thinking she might not stand a chance against. It was a nagging reminder to her that she still had a LONG way to go until she was strong enough to matter in a serious situation without the green power.

"Next! Groana from Dimension 8 against Unga from Dimension 9!" announced the Grand Priest.

Pan watched one of the Dragons and another a third demoness enter the ring before losing interest. She had been initially interested in the dragons and thought they were cool, but their power was disappointing.

She turned to Goten. "Hey, are they still giving food out outside the arena?"

Goten shrugged. "Maybe? Go check."

Pan walked out, spotting a few stalls with strange looking vendors behind tables, she walked up to one, "Hey there."

"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.

"What would you recommend?" asked Pan.

"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.

Pan frowned. "Umm... but what would you recommend?"

"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.

Pan rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"They're god constructs, they were only created to serve food, don't bother talking to them," said a voice behind her.

Pan turned to see an angel approach and load up his own plate of food. "Mmm, I so enjoy events like this."

"What's a god construct?" asked Pan, grabbing a plate and starting to pile food on it.

"A god construct is an artificial creation of a god created for a singular purpose, they become embodiments to the power and role designated for them. They lack personality and *crunch crunch*, ehum, and any information that was not infused within them," explained the Angel, munching on food the entire time.

Pan gave him a disapproving look. "Creating people just to do menial tasks like that? Thats slavery..."

The Angel shrugged. "They are not really people, they're soulless temporary constructs, it shouldn't honestly matter. Anyway, enjoy your food."

Pan furrowed her eyebrows, not liking what he said, but decided to drop the subject and started walking back towards her dimension area.

"Groana is the winner!" shouted the Grand Priest as Oan walked back into the ring area.

"Next! Would Son Goku from Dimension 1 and Vadaka from Dimension 3 please enter the ring!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Goku's eyes lit up with eagerness. "Oh man! I get to fight one of Beerus's race! I wonder how strong they are normally without being a god."

They flew to the ring, moved to the opposite ends, and waited for the Grand Priest to shout, "Begin!"

Like she did last round, Vadaka started licking her paw and cleaning her face.

"You know, shouldn't you do that kind of thing before the...," began Goku.

Vadaka dissipated and reappeared behind Goku, attempting to strike the back of his neck, only for Goku to spin and block it, "...the match begins?"

Vadaka grew amused. "Well, you're much stronger than my last opponent. I might have some fun here."

Goku smirked, started glowing red, and then shouted. "Kaio-Ken times ten!"

Goku and Vadaka disappeared, reappearing high in the air and began trading blows back and forth. Pan crossed her arms and watched her Grandpa fool around, growing a little annoyed. Then again, Vadaka didn't look like she was fighting seriously either. Vadaka suddenly stopped fighting, spinning around and wagging her tail playfully.

"Catch me if you can!" teased Vadaka.

Goku rolled his eyes and played along, flying after her for a minute before he suddenly shouted, "Kaio-Ken times twenty!"

Goku burst forward, caught her tail, spun around, and threw her towards the ground. Vadaka placed a hand forward, touched down on the ground, and threw herself into the air, a purple aura of power raising around her.

She wagged a finger back and forth. "Tsk, ruining my fun. Someone should be punished."

Goku dropped out of the Kaio-Ken and went Super Saiyan. "Ready to get serious now?"

Vadaka smirked. "If you so wish it."

Vadaka thrust a fist in his direction, unleashing a shockwave. Goku dodged and returned with a Kamehameha wave. Vadaka batted it aside, holding out a finger to release a thin beam of energy. Goku ducked under it, wincing as it blew through a huge chunk of his hair.

"Ahh man! Not my hair!" whined Goku.

Vadaka surged forward and drove a knee into Goku's chest. He winced and flew back. He rubbed his stomach, smirked, and disappeared, reappearing behind Vadaka and launching a kick at her shoulder. It hit and send her sprawling head over heals through the air. Vadaka momentarily lost her cool, turning to glare at Goku before re-composing herself, her tailing flicking back and forth with agitation.

"Hmmm, what was your race again?" asked Vadaka.

"Saiyan," replied Goku.

"Saiyan huh, interesting," murmured Vadaka, "You seem fairly powerful. I wonder how strong others of your kind are."

"Umm... well there have been plenty fighting here," said Goku, a little confused.

"Oh? Hmm, I wasn't really paying attention," said Vadaka with disinterest.

Pan heard a chuckle and turned her head to see Beerus watching the fight with a glint of amusement. She turned back in time to see the two fighters go at eachother again. Vadaka was putting on a lot more speed now, dancing around Grandpa's attacks. Pan eyes darted around as they dodged, swerved, and attacked one another rapidly. They rushed at one another, connecting fists that sent a shockwave through the air. They separated and flew back from one another.

"Hey, you mind if I try something risky?" asked Goku.

Vadaka raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "If you want."

Pan rolled her eyes. "What's he doing now..."

Goku landed on the ground and stretched briefly. "I saw my granddaughter do this once, not sure how good of an idea it is for me to try it."

A red aura started overlapping with his yellow one. "Alrightttt here goes nothing!"

Pan's eyes went wide. "Is he seriously...?"

"Kaio-Ken!" roared Goku, twin auras exploding around him, his power rocketing.

Goku immediately cringed and clutched his stomach. "Ooooh wow, that burns. Okay, this needs to go fast."

Goku surged forward and drove an elbow into Vadaka's forehead, sending her flying. Goku flew after her, attacking quickly and rapidly, his power starting to tank as he did so. Goku two-handed smashed Vadaka to the ground before he suddenly lost his Kaio-Ken and Super Saiyan aura. He fell to the ground afterwards, clutching his stomach, blood leaking out of his mouth.

"Owww," moaned Goku.

"That idiot," muttered Vegeta.

Fortunately for Goku, Vadaka was knocked out cold. The round ended thirty seconds later and they were healed. Goku came back to their area a moment later.

"Grandpa you dummy! Why in the world did you use Kaio-Ken with regular Super Saiyan?" demanded Pan.

Goku shrugged. "Well, I wana get better at using the Kaio-Ken again. Decided I'd try out using them together to see how it feels. Booooy does it hurt, and that was only a base Kaio-Ken. I don't think I'm doing that again."

Pan rolled her eyes. "Honestly Grandpa, you're impossible sometimes."

"Tee hee, thanks!" said Goku.

Pan gave him an evil eye. "That wasn't a compliment."

"Now! Son Gohan from Dimension 1 and Bolter from Dimension 7 please enter the ring! This will be the last fight of Round 2 as there is no other fighter to pair against Odianna from Dimension 2, granting her a bye victory," announced the Grand Priest.

Pan turned her head to look at Odianna, she didn't seem to care. She turned back and watched her dad and an Arcosian enter the ring. She felt a little bad for that Dimension. Bolter was their last active participant, everyone else had been knocked out already, and dad sure wasn't going to lose. It was a little funny and sad in her opinion, Dimension 5's humans were going to have a fighter get to round three when the Arcosians weren't. Owch, that had to be a blow to their pride.

"Begin!" shouted the Grand Priest.

Gohan ended it immediately, powering up and driving a fist into Bolter's gut before he could transform. Pan nodded with approval, at least someone else in their Dimension didn't fool around. Thirty seconds later, he was declared the victor.

"Now, we will grant the fighters and spectators another thirty minute break between rounds! Please take your time to rest, eat, use the restroom, and talk amongst yourselves," offered the Grand Priest.

"Ooooh more food!" shouted Goku.

"Grandpa, you JUST ate before the start of this round!" exclaimed Pan.

Goku shrugged. "So? Using the Kaio-Ken and Super Saiyan together really burned a lot of energy. I'm STARVING again!"

Pan rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Whatever..."

Pan moved to the front of their area, staring at the ring. Round three was coming up, thirteen fighters remained... and Coli was one of them. The thought reared its ugly head to the forefront of her mind once more. She found her hands trembling in anticipation for some reason. She stared down at them, feeling a little confused. She hated the Saiyan to be sure, but, why was she obsessing over it so much? The thoughts had really picked up at the start of the round and was starting to alarm her. She was suddenly unsure if she should actually want to fight Coli. What if she lost control and went to far? So long as someone took Coli down a notch it would be good enough, right? It didn't have to be her. The chances of them fighting after all were slim... the chances... the... chances...

You are going to fight her next round...

Pan started to grow dizzy. Fight her... next round...?

You know it to be true, you can feel it...

Yes... Pan slowly nodded. She didn't know how, but she knew Coli would be hers next round.

You'll have the chance for revenge against the Saiyan for murdering your friend...

Revenge... but wait. She wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of that Saiyan, and had even promised to do so for Aideen, but now that she thought about it, Grandpa wouldn't approve of her fighting for revenge... none of them would...

Why resist? She murdered your friend, tore out his heart, and wiped his blood on her armor... that must be punished...

Punished...yes... shouldn't she be the one to make her pay...?

Pan winced and reached up a hand up to rub her forehead, feeling a headache starting up again. Why in the world was she getting so many brief headaches all of the sudden? What was going on in her head?

"You okay Pan?" a voice asked.

Pan blinked and rubbed her eyes, turning to see her dad giving her a curious look. "Y-yeah... I just have a headache."

Pan moved to sit against the wall next to the hallway entrance. "I'm... just going to take a quick nap. Maybe that'll get rid of it. Wake me up when the next round starts."

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "You think you'll be able to get any rest with all the noise going on?"

Pan shrugged and grumbled before closing her eyes. "I'm gonna try..."