In the midst of the afternoon, a young raven-haired fledgling had plans of absconding her house to rejoice with a group of friends around the same age. The fiery, semi-rebellious and independent child just so happened to be Pan - quarter Saiyan and offspring of Gohan and Videl, as well as the granddaughter of the legendary hero, Goku. The tomboyish girl bore a striking resemblance to her mother, Videl, but inherited her father's strength and determination. Although she may not have realized it yet, Pan was the descendant of an astounding lineage. One that will be carried out with her own antecedent children. The innocent teen lightly tiptoed her way across the carpeted floor and peeked behind the corner of the narrow hallway. Pan recognized her mother's long braid by the living room. The husky woman was staring off into the distance as if she was waiting for something or someone in particular. Pan gulped and slunk her way forward to the front door, eyes watching her mother like a hawk. As she was on the verge of reaching the doorknob, a hand clasped on her shoulder and prompted her to freeze. Where do you think you're going this late? A harsh, bold voice sputters from behind as Pan whirled around and saw her mother's glare boring into her eyes. Mom! She exclaimed suddenly, paralyzed with fear. Inside her mind: ((How the heck did she get behind me so quickly?)) That was her initial thought. The tall, intimidating woman folded her arms and stomped her feet in impatience. Knowing her, there was no way she could lie without being caught on the act. I...was just gonna head out with some friends not far from here, I swear! Videl stared longingly into her daughter's auburn eyes, trying to fish out any lies. As she found none, her frightening aura subsided and she crouched down to attain Pan's height with a sigh. Pan, you know the city is dangerous at this time. I can't let you wander off on your own, even if your friends are there. You are all still too weak to defend yourselves.