"Okay, you got this." Pan slapped her cheeks, pumping herself up for the upcoming battle. She'd need it.

In the background, the two monsters, Cell and Dabra, duked it out. She gasped in horrified revulsion as Cell pulled off his own head to avoid getting turned to stone by the demon king's petrifying spit. Why he possessed such an ability was anyone's guess. Was it some trait of demons?

"I'll need it against monsters like them." While Pan was a member of the proud and powerful Saiyan race, she'd just entered her teenage years. Pained as she was to admit it, she was a little outclassed. Unlike some people here, she couldn't survive losing her head.

"But it's fine." She watched as Cell used his frightening cunning and ruthlessness against his opponent to great effect. "I am the daughter of Gohan, son of Vegito. You got this. I hope."

"Stop mumbling to yourself," her aunt Bra said in her usual blunt manner. "It's your turn."

"Oh, so it is." Pan saw that bio android Cell had emerged victorious, the announcer declaring his victory.

"Cool, it's my turn!" Pan said with more confidence than she felt. But she refused to show fear.

"Pan," Before she could stop him, her father plucked her from the ground before she could enter the ring.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Sweetheart, I know Bojack. He is a very mean person, and he is really stronger than you."

From the stories, she knew her father had struggled with him, only surviving by a hair and a desperate Kamehameha. The space pirate was at least Cell's equal or beyond. But Pan's voice was steady as she spoke.

"I won't give up!" Determination filled her. Her grandfathers and father had stood against foes ten times their strength, and so would she.

"I'm not saying you should. Just be very careful."

With a plop, she landed in the arena. With his arms crossed, Bojack stood across from her, his expression superior. The space pirate was a giant, standing over 200 centimeters tall, but Pan refused to be intimidated.

"This will end quickly," Bojack said. But Pan didn't lose heart. He'd underestimate her father to his peril, so he would with her.

Pan gasped as he pounced at her with startling speed, just dodging his punch. An enormous crater remained where she'd just stood. If that had connected, she'd have been mincemeat. It reminded her she couldn't hold back anything.

"Dad is right. He is strong. I must give it my all!"

"Fast little girl," the space pirate said, amused but unconcerned. Pan would show him why he should be shaking in his boots.

Golden energy shimmered around her body as she turned Super Saiyan. The transformation was dramatic, her hair going golden. Light fatigue dragged her down. Her new form had a toll. Unlike her grandfathers or Bra, she still hadn't yet mastered Super Saiyan. But the cost had been worth it, her ki bounding to astonishing heights.

Her counterpart, the other Pan from the aberrant universe where her grandfather hadn't stayed fused together, gasped in astonishment. So she hadn't yet become a Super Saiyan? She'd have to give the girl pointers once the fight concluded. How she'd first become a Super Saiyan was quite the story.

The transformation earned cheers and admiration from the crowd. Frieza, the intergalactic tyrant, flicked his tail in agitation, displeased a Saiyan so young was already a Super Saiyan. Her grandfathers smirked, pleased. Her aunt Bra only snorted, disinterested.

Bojack astounded Pan as he matched her blow for blow. But she held the advantage in speed, landing a solid punch on his face. But the space pirate seemed more annoyed than hurt. She needed to up her game. After blocking a punch, she teleported behind her opponent and prepared her family's trademark move.

"Kamehameha!"

Pan huffed, out of breath. Dust filled the arena as the dome protecting the battle arena cracked. She continued to breathe hard as she floated down, watching her downed opponent with a wary eye. It had cost a tremendous amount of ki for that blast. Bojack was unmoving, face down. But she wondered if that'd last.

But her worst fears became reality as her opponent clutched dirt in his hand and rose to his feet, seething.

"This one will taste Bojack's fury," The female member of Bojack's crew, Zangya, said.

"Well, shoot," Pan thought. But she hadn't lost hope yet. She only needed to be careful and not waste her remaining ki.

Impossible. Pan flew back as she sensed the full fury of the space pirate's transformation. His skin had turned a lime green, his hair bright like fire. His ki was beyond anything Pan had ever suspected. The sheer force of his transformation ripped part of the platform they stood on.

"His power has increased," her mind raced. What now?

But she didn't get the chance, gasping as the space pirate appeared before her with blinding speed. She'd barely caught him move! "What?"

"You little brat."

Pan gasped as a tight vice grasped around her throat, making breathing impossible. Her father cried something, but she was too frantic to notice. She squirmed and struggled against Bojack's titanic grip. But it was useless as he squeezed the life from her. The monster laughed, pleased at how useless her efforts had been against him.

Then blackness consumed her as something cracked. She swam in a pool of darkness, its current pulling her towards a smoothing, warm light, inviting her to join it. There was no fear, only contentment. Pan allowed herself to drift along the current. But she screamed as something grabbed her ankle, flailing as it pulled her under. Air escaped her lungs as Pan fought against whatever had seized hold of her, but its vice-like grip refused to budge as she struggled against it. Her lungs burned as inky water filled her lungs, suffocating her. Desperate, she lunged at whatever had grabbed her in a last-ditch attempt to save herself. But Pan gasped as she saw the face of her attacker. It was herself. She smiled, her mouth showing too many teeth.

"What happened?" Pan gasped, her eyes fluttering open. Her brain was foggy, indistinct. What had she been doing? She stared up at the shocked expression on her father's face. Then the fight with Bojack returned in a rush.

"Let me go," Pan said, leaping from her father's arms. "I'm not finished yet!" With determination, she stomped back to the ring. "I'm ready for round two!"

But nobody said anything, the stadium eerily quiet. Everyone stared at her, dumbfounded. Bojack stood still as a statue, mouth agape. Huh? Had she detected a hint of fear in his eyes?

"Uh, I guess we announced the winner prematurely," the hesitant announcer said. "We never counted to thirty. But I could have sworn..."

"Are you just going to stand there?" Pan taunted, bursting back into Super Saiyan.

But her opponent ignored her taunt, continuing to stare at her. Then Bojack shook his head like he was freeing his head of cobwebs.

"It doesn't matter," the space pirate said. "I'll just make sure you're all dead this time."

"Pan, don't!" Her father said.

"Father," Pan had never heard such a tone from her father before. Had he been crying?

"You can't beat him, Pan," Uncle Piccolo said. "It's best if you stop the fight."

"Don't be stupid," Aunt Bra added, crossing her arms. "You've lost. Give up already. Quit wasting our time."

"Hmm," Vegito stood on the sidelines, his interest piqued. Unlike the others, he wanted to see how the fight would conclude.

But she ignored their pleas, focusing on her opponent. While it seemed wiser to give up, part of her refused to obey. This Bojack was a bully, someone who hurt others for fun. As the granddaughter of Vegito, she couldn't stand by and do nothing. He won't back down, so she won't either.

"But she should be dead, right?" A tall, bald Saiyan shook his head, dumbfounded.

"Something off is happening here," Kakarot, the corrupted version of Goku, said, furrowing his brow.

"Tsk. These monkeys are like weeds." Frieza said, voice dripping with contempt.

"You should have listened to your pitiful family," Bojack returned to his transformation, though this one was less dramatic. But Pan noticed something this time. Like turning Super Saiyan, the space pirate's transformation had cost him a tremendous amount of ki.

"He has less finesse than grandfathers." She'd seen countless times how Vegito became a Super Saiyan, but it'd cost them only a tiny amount of ki. Unlike them, Bojack hadn't trained himself with his transformation. Though what use this tidbit gave her, Pan hadn't a clue.

They flew across the arena as they reengaged their brawl. Pan struggled to keep step with her opponent. But she'd seen his moves and knew how he fought. Bojack was a brute, dependent on his brute strength to win. She'd use that against him.

Using a feint, she tricked her opponent into thinking she was going for a punch instead of a kick. The blow landed with a solid thud, and Bojack grimaced. Wow! Had she gotten stronger? Her attacks seemed more effective this time.

"Little brat!"

A powerful kick struck her chest, throwing her into the arena. It cracked in half from the force of the blow, rocking the stadium. Energy gathered in her opponent's right hand, and he launched everything down at the prone Pan. The arena vaporized into dust as it got blasted to pieces, blinding dust filling the battle dome.

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"Now the little idiot is dead," Zangya said.

"That's that," Bojack said, undoing his transformation. He smirked, quite pleased with himself. "Announcer, end this farce." Only he screamed in pain as a flying kick hit him where the spine met the neck.

"Huh?" Bojack stared, grimacing in pain. Without his transformation, he wasn't nearly as durable. "I could have sworn I broke your spine with that kick!"

"Odd," Uncle Piccolo said, his expression curious. "I can't sense her ki. I didn't even see her until she launched her attack."

"You're right," her father said, wide-eyed.

"You pest," Bojack said, eye twitching. Unlike before, however, he wasn't in as great shape. The loss of ki he'd used trying to obliterate her was taking its toll.

"Is that all you've got?" Pan taunted, trying to trick her opponent into making a reckless mistake. "I didn't even feel that so-called spine-breaking kick." And this was true. It'd only been a solid thud against her stomach. The hit was laughable.

With a roar of fury, Bojack transformed and launched himself at her at full force. He was impossibly quick, Pan fighting to keep him off. While a brute, he possessed impressive fighting skills, landing punishing punch after punch. But again, his hits did nothing. He stared at her dumbfounded as she seemed unbothered by his attacks. He howled as she landed another solid punch to the chin.

"Can she not feel pain?" Nappa from Universe 13 said, bewildered. Others mumbled to each other, theorizing what was happening.

"Go down!" Pan recoiled as a palm struck her shoulder at full force, shattering it with a single blow.

"Shoot." Pan leaped back, just dodging another punishing punch. She stared at her swaying, broken arm. To Pan's amazement, no matter how much she prodded at it, it didn't hurt. She ignored the disturbing implications, jerking the limb back into place with a sudden tug.

With a flex of her fingers, Pan nodded in satisfaction that it had returned to normal. "That's odd. What's going on?" Had a blow from Bojack given her damaged something?

"What is she?" Jeice from the Ginyu Force said. "That ain't normal!" The entire crowd broke into muttering in both fear and confusion.

"Well, well," Cell said, his interest piqued. If she won this fight, he'd be her next opponent.

"You are a monster, aren't you? Seems only total obliteration will do." Bojack flew higher, energy gathering within his right hand. "I'm finishing this."

"Oh, no," Pan panicked, sensing the amount of ki her opponent was gathering into his next attack. His muscles seemed to expand, increasing his already fearsome strength. She feared what might happen if he blasted her to pieces. But a smile from her grandfathers calmed her. While he'd said nothing, it told her she could win. She only needed to grasp it.

"Pan!" Her father said, worried.

"I got this." Her opponent was running on fumes. If she survived his next attack, he might not have the power to stop her.

"Just die already." Bojack's voice dripped with contempt. With a sudden movement, he was behind her, mirroring her Kamehameha from earlier. Desperate, she channeled everything in her right palm to deflect the attack. Their beams clashed as Pan desperately fought for her life.

"So strong." Despite the power she'd gathered for her defense, it barely seemed like a candle compared to Bojack's. Her confidence faltered as she struggled to keep him at bay. He pulled his other hand into the attack, focusing his ki even further.

"No, this is it. I'm going to die!" Tears glistened in her eyelids. She wasn't sure if it was from her impending death or her failure to live up to her grandfather's legacy.

"Focus. You haven't lost yet." A familiar voice in her head said.

"Grandpas?"

"You have the power to beat him," her grandfathers said. "Channel your anger, your determination. Show him what you are. Forget about everything else. Just focus on what's in front of you."

"Okay." Pan channeled more ki to her defense, sparing her from oblivion that'd been seconds away.

Anger. Pan remembered what Bojack had done to a child for kicks. He'd hurt her only for the pure thrill of it.

"What?" Trepidation crept into Bojack's voice as Pan's power only seemed to increase, her eyes filled with righteous determination.

This jerk had likely done the same to countless others, terrorizing people because it was fun. Well, no more! She pulled her palms together, gathering everything she had.

"Kamehameha..." The energy around her palms extended further, her hair becoming spikier.

"meha!" Pan gave everything she got, piercing her opponent's beam like a lance. While Bojack's beam was stronger, hers had more focus. The space pirate howled as the Kamehameha blasted him in the chest, staggering him back. Bojack lost control of his beam, in too much pain to continue. He stood frozen like a statue as Pan's power petered out.

Pan heaved as she kept her Kamehameha pose, ready if her opponent tried something. But the last of exhaustion after spending a tremendous amount of ki disturbed her. She wasn't tired, exactly, more empty than anything.

"You! You! Brat!" Bojack stumbled forward, injured but not finished. He extended his fingers, clawing at her. Pan entered a battle position, ready to continue the fight. But it wasn't necessary, her opponent collapsing in a heap.

After a count of thirty, the announcer declared the victor. "Bojack hadn't moved for thirty seconds. Pan from Universe 16 is the winner."

"I did it." Pan released a half-chuckle, hardly believing she won.

"You did it!" Her dad pulled her into an all-encompassing hug.

"Nice work," Uncle Piccolo said.

"No. It can't be." Aunt Bra shook her head, dumbfounded. "That runt pulled it off? It's impossible."

But Pan ignored their congratulations, eyeing her father in concern. "What's wrong, Dad?"

"No warmth," her father said in bated breath. "None."

"Let me see." Aunt Bra pushed past her father and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes widened in fear. "She's cold as ice."

"What?" Pan said, shaking her head. "No way that's true. If my body's cold, that'd mean I'd be dead."

It was Uncle Piccolo's turn to touch her. He shook his head, hardly unbelieving the words he was speaking. "You are dead. No wonder I couldn't sense your ki."

"Dead?" This news spread through the crowd like wildfire, people staring at Pan with fear.

"Dead?" Buu from Universe 4 studied Pan with interest before breaking into a laugh. "How entertaining! That's a twist! Even I didn't see this coming."

"She's a zombie!" Jeice of the Ginyu Force said, his voice rising to a terrified shriek.

"What are you talking about?" Frieza asked, twitching his tail in agitation.

"Can't you see how pale she is? What else could she be?" Jeice's voice rose to a fevered pitch.

Pan looked at her hand. It seemed paler than usual. But a zombie? That was just silly, right?

"My God, it's just like the movies!" Jeice continued. "Get away from her. Otherwise, you'll become one too. She's patient zero in a zombie epidemic!" Someone screamed, and utter pandemonium broke out, people scrambling over their seats and over each other to escape.

"This is bad. We're all going to die!" Jeice said, filled with nothing but blind fear.

"We have to get out of here! I've seen what monsters like her do!" Burter said, his eyes wide and fearful. "She'll come after us to eat our brains!"

"Brains? But I like my brain!" Guldo said before disappearing. Pan blinked in surprise. She hadn't even seen him move. Pan suppressed a shutter. She could only guess at his power. He might be the most dangerous member of Frieza's group.

"You shouldn't have to worry. None of you have any," Frieza replied, deadpan.

"Yes, a hasty retreat is definitely in order," King Cold said, trying and failing to hide his terror.

"They're nothing but shambling corpses. You're a member of the Frieza Force, an organization that rules the entire galaxy. I expected more steel out of you," Frieza said, exasperated. Unlike his men, he remained cool as ice. "And you, Father? Scurrying like a frightened child?" Frieza had no words for this disappointment.

King Cold coughed in his fist. "I, King Cold, am just being cautious. It won't do to have our men die needlessly to some zombie virus, dear son of mine."

"Is she infected with some virus?" Uncle Goten asked, his voice fearful. "I mean, why else would she be a zombie?"

"If she is a zombie, then it means she died," Zangya said, giving the nearest Vargas a scathing glare. Unlike everyone else, she seemed unbothered by the possibility of a zombie outbreak. "She should be disqualified."

"Well, uh. We'll discuss it," the Vargas replied, trying to restore order. His pleas for calm failed to gain traction as people fled to the hills. Pan noticed, except for her father, that the rest of her family was keeping their distance from her. Her grandfathers, in particular, seemed rather stiff. Was he afraid? Impossible! Nothing scared the mighty, invincible Vegito, right?

"Maybe I can help," a woman wearing tech armor said. She came from Universe 19 if Pan remembered correctly. "We have the technology to scan for any viral infection."

"Please do," Pan said, her voice cracking, her mind still reeling over being dead. It seemed too impossible to believe, but her breath quickened when she found no heartbeat. Dear God, it was true. She was dead!

"Please, sort this out," her father entreated, equal parts trepidation and hope.

"Don't worry, sir," the tech warrior replied. "We have the best technology in the multiverse."

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"Well, obviously, we allow her to continue in the tournament," one Vargas said. "Pan of Universe 16 won fair and square."

"Yeah, but she died," another Vargas argued. "So technically, she lost!" Lila, the West Supreme Kai, watched from the sidelines as the pair bickered.

"It doesn't matter. The answer is already clear," Lila said, trying to restore some order.

"Yes, the girl has become an abomination. We can't allow her to continue to participate in the tournament." South Supreme Kai said with feeling, and Lila nodded her agreement.

"Sorry?" one of the Vargas blinked in confusion.

"Now, now," East Supreme Kai said with a slight chuckle. "We're not quibbling about that old point, are we?"

"East!" North said, his voice rising. "This is no laughing matter! That Pan girl from Universe 16 has become undead, an unholy blight on all life."

"I'm not really understanding the point here," another Vargas said.

"The undead are considered taboo among the gods. A perversion of the beauty of life." But East interrupted his explanation with a dismissive snort. "Or so the old Kai tenants say. Many of my colleagues still hold a strong prejudice against any undead."

"I'm not really understanding your point here," another Vargas said. Who, Lila was losing track. All these bird people looked the same. "You allow demons in the tournament but not the undead?"

"We didn't want them in the tournament either! But you overrode us!" Lila snapped. The Vargas had ignored their rather vocal objections and allowed Babadi and his demon henchman into the tournament. Worse, they'd admitted Majin Buu, an ancient evil beyond all measure. She didn't buy the Vargas' excuse that the bird faces had technology that could easily subdue him if he ever got out of control.

"What do you say, East?" North said, putting the diminutive, young Kai on the spot.

"Well, uh," East floundered, struggling to come up with a response. He didn't want to rock the boat any harder. "It's a free tournament. I don't see any issue about her fighting in it."

"Indeed. Well said, young man," the Grand Supreme Kai said, finally adding his opinion to the conversation. "The young Pan hasn't attacked or caused the contestants any bother. I see no reason we should disqualify her."

"We're ignoring the bigger point here," Lila said. "We still don't know what caused the girl's transformation. You hear what the mortals are saying. This might be an epidemic." And hoped this was the case. It gave her the perfect excuse to end this issue once and for all.

"If so, we'll deal with it. Until then, consider it a second chance for the young lady," Grand said. "I, for one, admire her courage and resourcefulness. It should be rewarded. We gods must look past the paleness of her skin and into the person within."

"That's that then," a Vargas said. "We'll make the announcement."

"Good. I'm eager for her next fight. It's certain to be quite entertaining!" Another battle-hungry Vargas said. Lila wondered if it was a vice of their species to love watching combat.

"Unbelievable." But the Grand Kai had spoken, and they each respected their elder Kai enough to not contradict his wise pronouncement. Still, it left Lila uneasy. Something about this seemingly trivial event of a young mortal being resurrected might have catastrophic implications. A single pebble was often enough to divert an entire river.

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Author's note.

Hello. I don't usually write these, but I think this story deserves some sort of explanation. This fanfic came about from a random idea I came up with for my own amusement. I do this often, though I usually don't put my ideas to paper. This one leaked from my head. I thought it would be amusing to see Bojack get his butt kicked by Pan for cruelly killing her. What happened to her was just wrong. Yes, I know this is Dragonball, and death sticks as much as it does in the X-Men. But still!

So, I came up with this random idea: What if Pan didn't lose her first fight? What happens next? And yes, this story does have some inspiration from "Doom: Repercussions of Evil," though hopefully with better grammar and spelling. I really don't know why I made this story other than for my own amusement, but I decided to share it. Who knows, someone might like this nonsense. I'm not exactly sure where this story will go, but I hope you enjoy the ride. And please don't take this too seriously. It's Dragonball, for goodness' sake! It has an entire alien race named after vegetables!

RIP Akira Toriyama. I too like writing weird, random things, and you've always been an inspiration to me. Never be afraid to write what you like. Eventually you'll find someone who likes your dumb stuff.