“So, you’re the fighter that grandpa has been training up, huh? You don’t really look like much, no offense. But, if grandpa says you’re the real deal, then I guess there’s more to you than meets the eye. I’m Pan by the way, Your teacher, Son Goku is my grandpa, and his son, Gohan in my dad. So, what’s your name, stranger?”

Pan extends her hand for a handshake, an ever present and friendly smile on her face. Must run in the family.