Saiya-jin Women

Pan sat on the large family couch at Capsule Corp. She glanced at her watch and tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. She wore white baggy jeans, her head covered with her normal orange bandanna, and a black crop-top T-shirt with the words Kame Hame Ha written on it. She was now 19. It had been nine years since her grandfather, Goku, had mysteriously disappeared. The world and everyone on it was at peace; well almost.

"Is any one in? Oh, hello Pan, what are you doing here?" Trunks entered the room. He was dressed in a tan business suit that gave him a slender look, hiding his well developed body. He'd found people didn't stare at him as much if he looked more like the average person, rather than a muscle-built 30 year old that looked to be 20. Some people still asked how old he was when buying beer.

DATE! Pan's mind yelled. She looked again at the blond. So she was pretty, and from the looks of it, smart, but she didn't deserve him. Trunks was too perfect, he was smart—already a good percent of Capsule Corporation’s new products were his design—and most of the rest were his mother's. He was strong as well. He'd reached the Super Saiya-jin level when he was only eight, and since then he'd been training non-stop with Goten, his father, sister, and some times herself. He was handsome, Kami-sama he was handsome! He'd inherited the best traits from both sides of his parents. He had his mother's hair, eyes, and height, plus his father's build and sharp facial features, making him a rare blend. And, he was always kind and polite in public, but comical and fun with his friends, and cruel and arrogant when sparring, or fighting. No one was good enough to match him.

Pan tore up the tickets, like she really wanted to see her grandpa doing bad acting. He didn't even do his own stunts! She'd only said yes thinking Trunks meant for her to go with him. Still angry she kicked the wall a little hard and knocked a hole right in it. Pan realized what she'd done and panicked. She began moving the couch over to cover the hole when she heard someone click their tongue in her direction. She whirled around to see Bra standing in the hallway that lead up stairs. She was wearing one of her fancy mini dresses, this one patterned with red and black checkers. Her hair was pulled back by a head band, her bangs falling neatly on her forehead. On her wrist was a red bracelet and on her ears, matching studs. She wore brown leather lace-up boots.

Bra began taking off her clothes and putting on a dark blue jump-suit. After a moment of hesitation Pan did likewise and put on one of Bra's spare suits. She hated the fact that when wearing the suits it was quite obvious Bra was far more beautiful and better built then her. She was glad Trunks wasn't here to see the difference.

Bra began a series of warm ups, and soon her body became sculpted with well defined lines and groves where her muscles met. Pan didn't know how Bra did it. Her muscle never showed until she spared or warmed up. Pan looked at her own arms. They weren't overly bulky, but they showed more muscle then most boys her age. That and the fact she wasn't very big busted had earned her the title Tom Boy at school.

Pan jumped at Bra, her fist aimed at her face. Bra easily sidestepped Pan's attack. She'd been expecting that sort of reaction from Pan and so had brought her into the gravity room; it also gave her a good fight. Pan fought better when angry, a little sloppy, but good. Pan lunged at her again and Bra dodged again. No one could catch Bra, she was the fastest on the planet. It was doubtful that even Goku could catch her. "You take that back, Bra, or I'll make you!"

"You heard me. Stop harassing my brother, you lowest class of low class Saiya-jins! It's better this way—your blood would only pollute his line, you weakling. Besides, you can't make him happy, you're uncute, rude, mentally challenged, and flat chested." Pan was too shocked to speak. Bra smiled cruelly. "You're nothing more then.... human."

Pan's aura blazed around her, shaking the ground. She launched at Bra, catching her off guard. Bra moved to dodge, but Pan turned with her and slammed her fist into Bra's stomach, knocking the air out of her. Pan wasn't done. She swept the speedy demi-Saiya-jin off her feet with a low kick, then rammed her knee into Bra's stomach and punched her in the jaw, sending her flying into the wall.

Vegeta walked out from the bathroom, steam drifted off him; a testament to his liking for scalding water. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and was drying his spiky black hair with another. His hair had long since grow back to it's normal style (Vegeta cut his hair flat on top in the GT series, I personally hated it). That was the last time he would even make a bet with his mate with the price at so high a stake.

Bulma had indeed retired and Trunks had taken over the company, but like her own father, she couldn't stop working. She got bored just sitting around the house or going shopping; although, she did love to buy stuff. In a way, inventing things and working with computers and machines was her life; just like fighting was Vegeta's.

Bulma snorted. She knew Vegeta was right. If he was any thing like his father Trunks would still look young when he was 60 or even 70. She glanced at her husband, who was still drying his hair. He looked very much as he did when they had first meet. His hair was still jet black, no signs of gray; his body was still rock hard, no wrinkles, and he had never developed any health problems other than physical injuries from fighting. In short, his body wasn't running down at all. Bulma put her hand on her own smooth check and smiled. Vegeta had surprised her one day by remembering their wedding anniversary no less, and had gotten her a gift she never would have dreamed he'd get her; the dragon balls. With them he'd wished back her youth, and now she had the body of a 22 year old. And boy, did she look good! Of course, she wasn't the only one to enjoy her new body. She smiled again and rubbed a hand over her stomach, which was hard with muscle she'd never had at her current physical age. Vegeta made sure she ... kept in shape, so to speak.

Vegeta drew back to view his mate. "My body is in sync with my home planet's moon, so every eight years I get a little excited. It's just the way we Saiya-jins are." Vegeta's tail lashed back and fourth, as if to show his excitement. (At the end of the GT series Bulma used one of her machines to regrow Vegeta's tail to turn him super Vegeta 4) "That's why Trunks and Bra are eight years apart in age."

Bulma did not hate the idea either. Pan was pretty, in a tomboy-ish sort of way, and she was polite when it counted. She did want her son to get married soon and start his own family... She didn't even mind the idea of being called grandma, considering she would probably be the best looking grandma that ever lived. She couldn't help but giggle at the idea of Vegeta being a grandpa. He never did like little kids; although Bra had been and still was a real dad's girl.

The Z fighters and the next generation of Z fighters left their respected homes and entered the Tenkaichi Budoukai. The place was packed, it seemed everyone was there. The tournament had become even more popular because the so-called savior of the world, Mister Satan, always went and made a speech to the crowd. There hadn't been many tournaments of late, only one since Goku had left. That had been won by Mister Satan, although, in truth, the true win was Krillin. Not many of the Z fighters had entered that year. They had all been too busy, young, or too sad thinking about Goku to enter.

Trunks and Goten were among the first to show up. Trunks was dressed comfortably in a black tank top, tan cargo pants, and tan black trim boots. Goten wore a white button down T-shirt with red trim, and white under-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Both had bags containing their gi. Trunks' was all black, with a white belt, and Goten's was the classic Son style orange and blue gi.

Trunks entered the ring with his opponent. He didn't know what to make of the man. He was skinny, with long white hair, young, his nails long and painted a light shade of pink, jewelry hanging all over him, and fancy clothes too good for a fight. The man looked totally out of place. Trunks couldn't help but snort when he caught a whiff of his strong perfume.

"For those of you that don't know the rules here they are: First, there will be no killing. Any fight ending with the losers death will disqualify the victory. Second, if you are down for over 10 seconds, you lose. The matches will be 30 minutes tops, after that, judges will decide who is the winner. Last, if you touch down outside the ring you lose."

Trunks tapped the side of his face. (In the third season of DBZ, the Buu series. Mister Satan had to fight Trunks, when he was to greet the junior fighters. Satan whispers for Trunks to lightly tap him on the face. Trunks did just that, but his idea of a tap and Satan's differed, and Satan was sent flying out of the ring. Satan managed to get up and not lose face, but once alone he grabs his face in pain and calls Trunks a brat.)

"Your music stinks!" screamed Trunks in pain, blood ran down his ears, and he felt like he would pass out. He grown his teeth and clenched his fists, than leaped forward and slammed his fist into Prince's face. He went flying back and broke right through a section of the stands, crashing into many people. Trunks felt a wave of dizziness hit him, and he almost fell.

The announcer interrupted his thoughts, "We have a new competitor this year. Unfortunately there is little information on this new fighter, but his name is Base. And over here we have returning finalist, Son Goten, son of Son Goku, one of our past winners. Also brother of Son Gohan, another well know fighter in our tournament."

The two fighters crouched down, each studying the other. Goten could tell Base was strong, but not how strong. The Namek sei-jin boy seem to be sending out a strange kind of aura. The two charged at one another at the same time, at the last moment Base changed direction, leaping start up in the air. Goten's head jerked back as a green fist slammed into his face, causing his nose to start bleeding again. Goten looked with shock. He saw the boy jump up, and yet he'd been hit from the front, like he'd never

Goten was starting to get mad, he didn't understand how his opponent could hit him from behind, without him seeing it. Then Goten heard "That's not him!" above the roar of the crowd. What did that mean? Goten caught up to the Namek sei-jin before him, and manage to land a blow, or so he thought he would. His fist went straight through the Namek sei-jin, like he was air. The move unbalanced Goten and he fell to the side, bumping into nothing!

"Yes, I mean No. I mean...." Trunks started to turn bright red. Marron giggled and tossed her head, her pigtails flying back and forth with the move. "It's not that I wouldn't like to go out with you Marron, it just, just...." Goten snickered. "Well you see, it's like this I'm a paper pusher, I mean! I've got so much homework!" Trunks continue to embarrass himself till both Marron and Goten where roaring with laughter.

Trunks' and Pan's group all turned to watch as the name the names Helado and Almuerzo where called. Entering the ring where two pretty girls, one had pink hair and wore cut-off jeans. The other was someone Goten and Trunks had only meet a couple of times, but knew they were in for a treat. Almuerzo, daughter of Lunch and Ten. She was a tall, three eyed beauty, with one hell of a figure. She wore a green tank top, and black stretch pants, and a red scarf was tied around her neck. Almuerzo cracked her knuckles and fire burned in her eyes.

S. Queen entered the ring and Pan face faulted. The men in the crowded cheered louder and the women booed or hissed. Queen was a crimson haired girl, dressed in leather; very little leather. The woman laughed a ear splitting laugh that had Pan wincing. Queen had a dynamite body and she knew it, even Bra would be hard pressed in a contest with her. Although Bra would never wear such a tacky outfit, she liked leather, but in a more decent style.

In the audience Goten gawked with his mouth opened, till Marron shut it for him. Vegeta commented how stupid such a costume was for combat. Trunks turned red, the Z-fighter's wives covered their husbands eyes (In Ten's case, all three), and Master Roshi, Oolong, and Yamcha howled; Yamcha was smacked on the head by his new girlfriend.

Pan snapped her head up, and snarled in a way that put Vegeta to shame. "I won't forgive you for what you've said," screamed Pan. She powered up and the whole audience felt it. S. Queen snapped her whip at Pan and Pan let it wrap around her arm. Queen pulled hard on the whip, but Pan remained unmoving. Pan then gave a quick tug on the whip and Queen went flying forward, Pan caught her by the hair and slammed her face first into the ring floor. Queen did not move and Pan was declared the winner. Queen was sent to the hospital with a dislocated arm.

Trunks put his chin on his knuckles in thought. There was no way Pan liked him! She'd never giggled, flirted, or done anything to try and get his attention like most girl that had silly crushes on him. He tried to picture a giggling Pan wearing a dress, and shook his head as if trying to clear the image away. "No way, not Pan, although she is kind of cute. AHHH! Where did that come from? That is the last time I listen to Marron."

The two bowed to show respect, then dropped down into horse stances. They both waited a moment for the other to make the first move; Goten was the first to brake stalemate. He raced forward and slammed his fist into Almuerzo's blocked arms, she returned it with a sharp kick to his ankle. Goten retreated a step. Seeing she'd gotten in a good hit, she took the offensive. She punched rapidly at Goten, forcing him back inch by inch. Goten's back touched one of the ring's corner posts and he leapt up

on it as Almuerzo tried a roundhouse kick. Goten panicked as the post shattered into splinters, and he almost forgot how to fly, nearly causing him to fall out of the ring along with the remains of the post. Goten flew up and powered up a kamehameha blast. He launched it at Almuerzo who batted it back at him. Goten dodged, but Almuerzo had planned on him doing so and flew up to meet him. She struck him across the face sending him crashing to the ring, destroying part of it in a large crater.

When the dust cleared Goten was already standing, he beckoned for her to come at him with a hand gesture. She complied, coming down at incredible speeds. She slammed into him with more then enough force to knock him down. The two skidded across the stage together as Goten went down on his back. The skid wore a large hole right through Goten’s orange top. As they came to a stop Goten flipped them, trying to pin Almuerzo down but she broke his hold, then rocked back and sent him flying

Both fighters powered up more, and Almuerzo charged again. Goten caught her and swung her around, sending her flying into the arena side, which she rebounded off of into a flying kick. Goten turned to the side, barely avoid the kick. Almuerzo landed hard, destroying more of the ring, and imbedding her foot deep in the arena floor. Not missing the opportunity Goten delivered his own kick at Almuerzo's head freeing her leg, and sending her tumbling across the stage.

"Not ‘Trunks’!" She widened her stance, and crossed her arms in front of herself, her aura blazed. Her form blurred. Many in the audience rubbed then eyes thinking they'd gotten something in them. Slowly four shadow copies, counting the original Almuerzo, stood before Goten. They lost their transparent look and became solid. "Now," said one of the copies, "What will you do? Can you defend against four of us?"

The copies seemed to be pretty evenly matched, even with the fourth copy Almuerzo couldn't gain an advantage. Two Gotens worked together to kick two Almuerzo back together. This left one Goten copy open and the remaining three Almuerzo easily defeated him and tossed him at another copy, causing them to fuse. The three Almuerzo and two Goten all charged at once at one another. Unfortunately, one Goten copy tripped on a piece of broken stage and all the copies came crashing down in a large dog pile. The five trashed and struggled till they all fused back into one Goten and one Almuerzo.

As they were preparing to continue, a strong breeze blew across the arena. With the breeze came a few leaves that had become loose. Unfortunately for Goten and Almuerzo one of these loose leaves happen to land on Almuerzo's nose, and she sneezed hard. (For those of you that don't know Lunch's story from Dragon Ball, Lunch has multiple personalities that change whenever she sneezes. One personality is a sweet and gentle black haired girl, who would never dream of hurting a soul; the other is a gun toting blond that robs banks. Since Almuerzo is Lunch's daughter I couldn't help myself. Also for those of you that don't know Spanish, Almuerzo means Lunch.)

Trunks catch a glimpse of Pan in the crowd and wonder if they would fight this round. He'd given up hope that he wouldn't have to fight her. His luck just wasn't that good. Then again, he thought, as he look at his best friend Goten, they might not fight. There was just as good a chance that he would be paired with Goten as there was he would be paired with Pan. Truthfully he didn't know which one of them would win in a fight—him or Goten. They were both pretty even when it came to strength. He had a better fighting technique then Goten, but Goten seemed to have inherited his father’s dumb luck.

Osito snarled animal-like at Uub, then stalked over to the tall, although shorter, man. He grabbed Uub by the vest and raised his fist to strike. Uub made no move to dodge. The bearman's fist came down and Uub slapped it off to the side. The bearman raise it back up to strike again, Uub caught it. Osito's eyes widened with shock, and Uub shoved him back. Osito roared with rage and charged back, his fist cocked to deliver a terrible punch. Uub simple slapped it aside. The bearman continued to throw punches and Uub continue to effortlessly slap them aside.

Both bowed and dropped into fighting stances. Trunks was the first to move. He raced forward, then rolled and came up under Goten’s defense, slamming his fist into Goten's guts and then sweeping the winded demi-Saiya-jin off his feet with a graceful rotation of his body and right leg. But Goten didn't go down, he landed on his hands and pushed off leaping back in several flips. He stopped and cut to the side, circling around Trunks. Trunks turned with him, and at the same time the two charged together then leaped up into the air. They locked into middle air combat, kicking, punching, dodging, and blocking all of others strikes perfectly, as if it were a well practice dance.

Trunks managed to get a hold of one of Goten's arm and began swing the demi-Saiya-jin around in a wide circle. Unfortunately for Trunks, Goten still had use of one of his arms, and he used it to power up a medium kamehameha, or as Goten said it—kamehameha. Before Trunks could let go, he flung the power ball right in Trunks' face. Trunks let go and both boys went flying out of control. Trunks stopped him self in mid-air before he crashed head first into the stage, and Goten managed to gain control before he slammed right into the audience.

Goten grabbed Trunks' arm and swung his whole body into a kick to Trunks' side. "You pay attention!" The air was forced out of Trunks' lungs, but he interlaced his fingers and bought both hands down on the back out Goten's head. Goten went crashing down to the stage. Trunks then powered up for a ki blast. "BURNING ATTACK!" Goten batted the blast aside and Trunks appeared before it and batted it back. They continued that for several turns, before Trunks flung it at Goten, then stretched out the

When the blast calmed down Goten remain floating in air, his clothes ragged, but not too bad, all things considered. "Trunks!" he screamed. Trunks was slightly surprised Goten came though as well as he had, and it cost him a second—a second Goten used to beat the shit out of him. Goten slammed his whole self into Trunks, then delivered several powerful punches to Trunks stomach. Trunks doubled over and Goten locked him into a head lock.

Trunks twisted around in Goten's hold so that he was looking up at the sky, then curled his whole body up and locked his feet around Goten's throat from behind. Goten made a choking sound as his head snapped back. The two hung in mid air in the seemingly very uncomfortable position, before Trunks let out a primal growl and pulled hard with his legs. The audience watch in awe as by sheer force Goten was forced to let go of Trunks' head and was flipped under him, only by Trunks' leg muscle and the power of leverage. Trunks remain with his feet locked around Goten head and grabbed Goten's legs, then straightened so that Goten was upside down and Trunks was right side up. The two then fell to the stage, were they made a hard landing. When the dust cloud clear it reveal a struggling Goten with his head stuck in the stage and Trunks sitting on his can.

Goten pulled his head from the rubble with a gasp for air. Trunks moved quickly, thinking to overcome Goten while he was still dazed and confused. He leaped at the demi-Saiya-jin meaning to pin him. Goten recovered just in time and rolled back on his back with his feet curled up to his stomach. He connected with Trunks' stomach and sent the purple haired boy flying straight up into the air. Wasting no time he recoiled his feet this time under himself and jumped up after Trunks, where he punched the boy right in the jaw, jerking his head back. He then sped pace him and above him where he delivered a devastating kick to his spine; Trunks cried out in pain. Goten then moved back under him and let Trunks' body slam into his knee full force, causing him to bounce back up a bit, where Goten's inter laced finger wait to hammer him down. Trunks went crashing into the stage. A big cloud of dust appeared all around were he landed. Goten landed on the arena floor and waited for the dust to clear.

When the dust did clear there was no sign of Trunks. Goten looked all around but found nothing. Then the ground shook slightly and Goten fell down as something grabbed his ankles. Trunks popped right out of the ground under Goten. With a snarl, he lifted Goten's entire body off the ground over his head and slammed it with shattering force into the ground. Goten coughed up some blood on impact, but Trunks didn't stop there. He took a firm hold of Goten's feet and swung him in a circle. He released him sent him flying into the arena's side. The whole place shuck with the impact. Trunks wasted no time and disappeared into the dust cloud. The audience waited, as the sound of fist on flesh could be heard, but the question was who was the fist and who was the flesh. It turn out Goten was on the receiving end.

Trunks sat straddling Goten's waist rapidly punch him in the chest and face. Goten raised his head and slammed it into Trunks' in a savage head butt. Trunks pulled back, and a thin trickle of blood flowed from his nose. Goten then coiled his fist back and struck Trunks in the ribs; two ribs cracked. Trunks roared and slammed his fist down across Goten's face with more then enough force to split a normal mans head like a melon. It was lucky for Goten that he wasn't a normal man, but the strike did daze him. Trunks grabbed his cracked ribs and rolled off Goten to his back, where he grimaced with pain.

Goten leapt forward, punching Trunks across the face. Trunks retaliated with a knee to the side. They both staggered back a step, then moved back in to an all out punching match. Either cared too much to try and block, they just shook off the hits. Both panted hard, near their end without powering up any farther. Trunks got in a good hit causing Goten to take several steps back.

Trunks leap up and kicked Goten in the chest, but it was only one of many that mercilessly pounded away at Goten's front. On the tenth kick Goten started to fall back wards, Trunks used him as a spring board and pushed off doing a back flip and landing on his feet; Goten wasn't so lucky. He landed hard on his back, and was to exhausted to get up, he just stayed down and panted.

She really is pretty, thought Pan. Marron had inherited the best traits from both her parents. She was strong, and graceful; her hair was the brightest color of beach blond; her eyes' a soft blue. Even her figure was just right, not drop dead sexy like Bra's, but slender and shapely. Her breasts are certainly bigger then mine, thought Pan with a frown. That's not all, she's an expert in martial arts, she has a lot of speed and power.

Marron entered the ring when her name was called, shortly followed by Pan's. In her mind she turned over the information she managed to get out of Bra a few hours ago. She shook her head, not sure what to think of it. Her feelings were jumbled. She looked back over her shoulder at Trunks, who gave her a thumbs up sigh. Yes, Trunks was a great guy, a real catch. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't entertained the idea of dating him. Her eyes wondered over to Goten who was standing next to Trunks while Almuerzo stuck Band-Aids all over him. He had on his usual goofy grin. Marron turned away from them to regard Pan. She wore an orange gi like Goten's, but she wore the short sleeves rolled up high on her arms, and no under shirt. On her arms were black arm bands and she of course wore her orange bandanna covering the top of her head. On Pan's face was a look of pure determination.

Pan sped forward almost before the announcer had finished the short word and raised her fist to strike Marron across the face. She was quite surprised when Marron caught and held it. Marron moved to return the punch, but Pan caught her fist also. The two strained against one another, Marron then leaned back and Pan came tumbling forward. Marron tucked her feet up to her belly as she fell back. When Pan's stomach connected with them she pulled off. Pan was flipped over Marron and land hard flat on her back with her hand still locked with Marron's. Marron then rolled, twisting up Pan's arm and facing herself in Pan's direction. She then firmly placed a knee on Pan's arms and a foot on her stomach. Pan looked hopelessly pinned and the announcer began the count down.

Marron kicked low, Pan jumped over, Pan kicked high, Marron bent low, Marron aimed for the gut, Pan's arms held firm before her, and so it went on. Both girls moving with incurable speed and skill circling like wolves, looking for openings. Pan found an opening and performed a downward chop at Marron collar bone. Marron went down to her knee with the force of the blow, but she was far from out. Marron grasped both of Pan's leg and dumped her right on her rear. Pan winced and kicked out with her foot at Marron's face.

Marron caught the foot and twisted, causing Pan to flip over on her stomach. Pan knew it was a bad position and continued with the flip, rolling on her side so that she was up right again, just in time to see Marron's fist slam into the ground here she'd been only moments before. Pan rolled away from Marron and into a kneeling position. She channeled ki into her hands and formed small ki balls. Pan tossed the balls at Marron rapidly. Marron was fast, she leaped and ducked the blasts. Pan licked her lips—she wasn't as fast as Bra and Pan was use to fighting faster opponents. Pan threw a ki ball at Marron's feet and the human girl leaped up to avoid it only to run smack dab into another. Two more balls hit Marron before she fell to the ground.

Marron sat up as Pan charged forward to take advantage, and Marron smiled. Just as Pan was about to reach Marron, Marron's hands glowed a faint yellow as she slammed them down on the ground. Pan coughed as a cloud of dust flew up right in her face; she couldn't see Marron. Suddenly Pan was grabbed from behind, a leg wrapped around one hip, an arm came up under her to lock into a tight grip with its mate about Pan's shoulder, and squeezed.

Pan was beginning to feel helpless and frustrated, she almost felt like crying. Marron's grip tightened even more and Pan found she couldn't draw breath. Her head fell back and the world was starting to go dark. Her eyes looked up into the sky, it was just starting to get late, one of those warm night were the sky remains a light blue till the late hours, a single star could be seen and one more object hung perfectly round in the sky; the moon.

Marron gasped in surprise as Pan reached up with one hand and broke her iron grip. She then felt herself go flying back with so much force she tumbled head over heed for what seemed like forever to her. Her whole body hurt as her climbed to her feet, and looked at Pan from across the ring. Pan had not moved she hadn't even turned around, normally Marron would attack, but she hesitated, something wasn't right.

Pan felt such power in her. She watched as the blasts met and raged with power, it was so pretty. She added more power and watched as Marron’s blast was forced farther back; so easy, she thought. Pan then added more ki to the power blast and watched as the energy slammed into Marron launching her out of the arena to land with a crash on the ground.

"It is a form of slavery, you'd do any thing for the one you've bonded to; fight, kill, die.... Love itself is a form of slavery, willing servitude to another. It makes you more heavily bond to another, then any chains could every do. It is a weakness, makes you vulnerable to others, and a strength that gives you the will and propose to live and fight on."

"Well, we didn't want any trouble, so we figured that if we didn't turn Super Saiya-jin we wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. Trunks and I promised no Super Saiya-jin, the fight's harder that way, and less damaging. Besides, can you imagine what would happen if the public found out Trunks' dad and my father are aliens?"

Pan gazed back at him, also ignoring the announcer. Before her stood Trunks—her ultimate goal, he was hauntingly beautiful in the cold night's air. Moonlight streamed down turning his hair silver and skin pale white; he looked like a perfect marble statue. 'Come, warrior, come feel my power, then submit to its embrace.'

The force from their first hit made a loud cracking noise, like the sound of two rocks being hit together. Power seemed to ooze from them as they engaged in combat. Pan's fist missed Trunks' head, flying though his fine hair. Trunks rotated his hips in a round house kick, Pan's arm went down to her side taking the blow. The two moved in prefect sync, neither watching to see if they blocked or struck a blow, their eyes were locked together, reading the others moves. Pan finally managed to break that eye contact, by slamming her fist against Trunks's jaw, jerking his head back. Trunks was a seasoned warrior and knew how to turn things to his advantage. He went with the momentum of the strike into a back flip, his hands touched the ground the same time his feet connected with Pan's jaw, snapping her neck back in the same painful way. Trunks continued the flip landing lightly on his toes, his finger tips still touching the floor. He uncoiled his legs, like a spring, and slammed his knee into Pan's gut. Pan doubled over his knee as the wind was knocked out of her. She sucked in a deep breath, as she felt a quick punch to her side. No you don't, she thought and wrapped her arms around his leg that still rested against her stomach. She lifted the leg higher, unbalancing Trunks, then swept his other foot out from under him. Trunks came crashing down hard on his shoulders and neck, but he took the opportunity to kick out, and connected with Pan's chest, sending her flying backwards. Pan's feet left two skid marks in the ground, and the smell of burnt rubber could be smelt from her sneakers.

Pan didn't wait to let Trunks climb back to his feet, she raced forward with her fist cocked to pound him down. Trunks saw her coming and managed to get his feet under him. He leapt straight up as Pan's fist hit the ground were he had been. He righted himself and his hands blurred as he prepared his Burning Attack. He flung the ki blast at Pan, who leapt backwards, then up, till they were both even in the sky; pieces of stage pelted them. They ignored it.

Their two hands' began to glow as they channel ki into them. Trunks fired several small ki balls at Pan, and Pan fired her own. Some blasts met and exploded like fireworks, the others were deflected or dodged. One blast exploded too close to Trunks' face, and it blinded him for a moment. Pan saw her opportunity and flew forward to grab Trunks by his hair and gi. She slammed his face down hard on her knee then hammered him down towards the ground, where he landed hard on his stomach. She streaked down to slam both feet into his back. Trunks cried out in pain, and stars danced in front of his eyes. Pan then straddled his back and wrapped her arms around his neck in a head lock.

Pan hit the ground hard, the full force of Trunks' weight hit her—Saiya-jins were not light. She stubbornly refused to let go, squeezing his neck tighter. Trunks gasped, then threw his weight to the side and began to roll. Pan felt her whole body being crushed repeatedly as they rolled across the stage. She finally let go and Trunks rolled several times more away from her. They both climbed to their feet dazed and out of breath.

Trunks wiped his hand across his lip and that same cold, collective smile appeared on his face. He straightened and started walking toward her. Pan dropped down into a lower stance, not sure what Trunks met to do. She gave a deep throaty growl as he came within a few steps of her. Her nerves were shot; what was he doing, why was he smiling?

Pan let out a roar and leap forward, she felt Trunks' power jump up a level higher, just below super Saiya-jin. He slapped aside her fist, then backhand he across the face. Pan wiped her head back to face him, and tried to strike him again, he simply slapped her fist aside again and she felt the sting on her check as her backhanded her again. NO! her mind screamed, I can't lose! Trunks caught both her hands as she tried again, then lifted his foot and kicked her in the stomach. Pan tasted blood in her mouth as she tumbled head over heels. She landed in a crumpled pile and raised her head to see Trunks standing over she, his arms crossed over his chest.

Bra took a deep breath and calmed herself as well. "I don't know, Goten might not have the same primal instincts. He might be satisfied with just his fight with Trunks, there might be no one he want to take as a mate at the moment, or maybe he hasn't looked up at the moon enough," ended Bra, pointing at the silver disk in the sky.

Pan smiled and raced forward and tried a combo of punches at him. Trunks easy dodged them, his arms still crossed in front of his chest. "Oops," a fist passed by his head. "Nice try," he ducked under another blow. "Don't give up," she took a step back. "You almost got me that time," he turned his head to the side avoid another hit. Pan ground her teeth and sped up her speed.

Pan felt the power in her vein, and she watched as Trunks turn, to her eyes he seemed in slow motion. She saw the look of shock on his face, and before she knew it she was before him. She raised her fist that was surrounded by a golden aura, and slammed it under his chin. Trunks went flying back crashing through the wall and landed outside the arena.

Bra appeared at Trunks' side and lightly checked him over, careful feeling along his neck, she breathed a sigh of relief, when she felt nothing broken. "Oh, thank Kami-sama... I thought for sure, you had snapped your neck," she whispered to her unconscious brother, gentle wiping some bangs out of his face. "Damn, you're so much ter—"

Pan looked back down at the beans, then ate one. Everyone looked like they would have a heart attack as Pan fully recovered, her aura increasing. Pan gave a smug smile at their faces then powered down. She stuck the other senzu in her pocket and turned to her father. "Dad, I won't be back tonight. I'll see you later tomorrow."

Pan walked over and stood looking down at Trunks, a nasty bruise was forming where she'd hit him under the jaw, as well as other places that had received punishment. Despite the marks and bruises he was still beautiful, his face relaxed and calm. All traces of the cold demeanor he'd had a moment ago gone. He looks like a fallen angel. She smiled to herself, I knocked an angel out of heaven and he's not going back unless he takes me with him. Pan knelt down and pulled the larger boy onto her shoulder, he groaned softly and Pan smiled again. She turned to her friends. "See ya later." She powered up some and levitated up a few feet, then took off into the night.

"Ladies and gentle men, "called the announcer. "Today has indeed been one to remember, that was some fight wasn't it, hopefully Miss Pan will return in time to compete in the final or this will be our last match this evening. We all know these two, they are Mr. Yakumo," he said waving a hand in his direction, "And Mr. Uub," waves his hand at Uub. "Okay, let's all fight far, and let the best man win."

Yakumo wrapped his cap around him and seemed to sink into the floor; Uub watched with slight amusement. A black shadow crept up to Uub and a hand reached out from the black pool to grasp Uub's ankle. With a quick tug Uub was pulled off his feet. Yakumo slowly rose from the black pool still holding on to Uub's foot. Yakumo then swung Uub around and sent him flying; Uub simply slowed his flight, then gentle touched one of the corner posts with one foot and hopped down to stand up right by the post.

Yakumo reached down and stuck his hand into the floor, and a black pool formed. Uub simply watched as black tentacle wrapped around his legs. Yakumo sank into the ground and the black mass moved towards Uub. Uub watched it come almost lazily over to him, when it came with in reach Uub dropped down to one knee and rammed his fist into the black pool. He fished around in the black substance a moment, reaching in past his elbow, then pull Yakumo straight out of his hole. The black tentacle and pool disappeared when his feet left the ground, Uub drew back his fist and slammed it back into Yakumo face. Yakumo went flying out of the ring to land on the ground, she sat up and began cursing Uub wildly.

Bra smiled sweetly, but it soon turning to a half smile. Her hand reached up to her neck where a silver zipper was and pulled it down. Bra was wearing another one of her mini dresses, this one was yellow with green flowers embroider on it, and a zipper in front that ran from the neck to the hem of the dress. The yellow dress opened in front to reveal that Bra was wearing a blue leotard under it, one of her training suits. She let the dress slip off her shoulders to the floor and gave Uub a full smile. "I care nothing about this tournament, what fame it bring, money, and what not. I came here to see some good action, I believe you want the same." Bra slid one long leg behind her and crouched lower. "Uub I challenge you."

"What's this, ladies and gentlemen? We have a surprise challenge for our champion. The challenger appears to be no other then Trunks' little sister Bra Vegeta Briefs, a well known super model, who just recently started her career in movies. This is indeed a surprise, we have no information regarding Bra's fighting background, but we do know that both her father and brother have entered this tournament and rank as finalists. Lets see if this lovely young lady is her father’s daughter, can she give Uub a run for

Uub felt his cheeks flush red the moment Bra's dress hit the ground, but his mind went completely numb when Bra challenged him. Fight? This beautiful woman was a fighter, it couldn't be, she’s was so slender, too full, too perfect to be a fighter. Yet she stood before him in a fighting stance challenging him, it sent another violent shiver up his spin. He was totally lost in his thought till he heard the announcer's voice call out challenge. He couldn't fighter her, the idea of marking that flawless skin appalled him.

Bra snapped back her leg lightening quick and booted Uub across the arena. He flipped back up to his feet just before Bra's fist could connect. Uub blinked in surprise. Not only was she fast, but she was strong, he thought as he blocked one of her punches and felt his arm tingle. Uub powered up more to protect himself. He tried to catch Bra and pin her, but she would always dance out of his grip. Bra giggled as she fought, staying right behind Uub no matter how hard he tried to face her. Uub swept his leg out wide to force Bra back. She merely jumped over his leg as it moved past. Uub finally decided to fight back. As he received another stinging hit on his shoulder, he struck out with his fist for Bra's shoulder, but Bra turned away from the punch and moved in closer to Uub. Uub tried to recoil his fist, but was unbalanced when Bra hip slammed him; he found himself on the ground once again.

Bra dropped down and swept her feet at Uub's legs. Uub leapt over and aimed a fist down at Bra. Bra slapped the fist to the side then rolled away from Uub as he landed on the ground again. Uub followed after Bra’s retreating figure. She moved out of her roll into back flips, Uub couldn't get to close lest he get hit by an arm or a leg. Bra flipped several times, then reversed into a forward flip right into Uub. She locked her legs around his neck, then lifted and threw him behind her. Uub folded his arms in front of himself and turned the fall into a roll. Coming up on his knees, he powered up a ki blast and shot it at Bra. Bra easily dodged the ball, but it swung around a head for her again.

Bra soon found herself jumping and dodging all over the ring, the blast never slowed in it pursuit. She finally had enough, and turned around to face the blast head on, her hands glowed as she drew power into them. There was a giant bomb and smoke blotted out where Bra had just stood. The crowd gasped and worried for the super model. When they smoke clear, Uub couldn't see Bra at the blast sight, he looked up just in time to see her throw her own ki blast at him. "Final Flash!" Uub crossed his arms and took the blast. He was pushed back all the to one of the corner post, where his back thumped lightly against it. He

'She doesn't wait for her opponent to recover, she's a brutal fighter.' thought Uub as she struck him three times on the chest with punches that appeared as no more then a blur. Uub punched her hard against the shoulder, forcing her to retreat he took the opportunity to turn the tables. Uub swung his leg and connect with Bra's side, he struck her repeatedly in the stomach, and then circled behind her and gripped her in a head lock, lowering them both back to the stage below.

Uub happily watched Bra lick the last of her ice cream off her spoon. 'She's so cute!' he thought. The others sat by them eating ice cream as well. Uub, being the nice guy he was, had invited them all to come for a bite of ice cream, his treat. He looked around the table and smiled, he'd never had many friends; the closest he'd ever had was his teacher Goku-san, but he'd left a long time ago. He'd been pretty lonely since then, but now he had a feeling that was coming to an end. He watched as Almuerzo tried to get Base to try a bite of her strawberry ice cream, but the Namek refused claiming he only drank water. Marron offered Goten a bite of hers, and he willingly said yes by opened his mouth. Marron changed the path of her spoon at the last second and dabbed Goten on the noise instead. Goten's eyes crossed to look at his nose before wiping it, Marron laughed. Yes, thought Uub he wasn't going to be lonely any longer, his eyes wonder down to look at Bra fondly; then he remember something.

Trunks silence her by placing a finger against her lips. "First off Pan, I think you absolutely beautiful," Pan blush, "Second I couldn't care less what your IQ is, I like talking to you, you're the only girl I can have a really interesting conversation with." He kissed her on the forehead and brushed some hair away from her face.