The crowd erupts in cheers as the fighters disperse, heading towards the isolation area.
Goten: Phew!
That was intense.
You guys all made it through?
*Goten’s tail swishes behind him as he looks around at his friends.*
Trunks: Was there even any doubt?
These amateurs didn’t stand a chance.
*He adjusts his purple headband with a smirk.*
Pan: I breezed through.
Did you see that last guy’s face when I flipped him?
*She bounces on her toes, grinning widely.*
Bulla: Please, I didn’t even break a sweat.
These peasants are no match for Saiyan Royalty!
*She flips her hair dramatically channeling her father’s arrogance.*
As they chat, a familiar face approaches them, surprising the group.
Marron: Hey guys!
Looks like I’ll be joining you in the next round.
*She waves, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she walks closer.*
Goten: Marron?
NO WAY!
That’s awesome.
*Goten’s tail reacted to the shock he was feeling.*
Trunks: Whoa, didn’t see that coming.
Your parents must be freaking out?
*He asked rhetorically, but gives her a thumbs up nonetheless.*
Majuub: Congratulations, Marron.
Your hard work has paid off.
*He approaches the group with a serene smile.*
The friends gather around, excitement building as they realize they’ve all made it to the top sixteen.
Pan: This is so cool!
We could end up facing each other in the finals.
*She punches the air enthusiastically.*
Bulla: Bring it on!
I’ll take you all down, just like my dad would, leaving no stone unturned.
*She strikes a fighting pose, mimicking Vegeta.*
Goten: Hey, has anyone seen Valese?
I wanted to tell her the good news.
*His tail droops slightly as he scans the crowd.*
Trunks: Forget the girlfriend, Goten.
Focus on the tournament.
*He playfully punches Goten’s arm.*
As they continue chatting, tournament officials begin ushering them towards the isolation area, again.
Official: Alright, fighters!
Time to head to the isolation area.
The elimination draw will begin shortly.
*He gestures towards a nearby building.*
Marron: This is it, guys.
May the best fighter win.
*She clenches her fists, a fire in her eyes reminiscent that of her mother.*
Majuub: Indeed.
Let’s give it our all and make our mentors proud.
*He nods, a hint of Buu’s playfulness in his smile.*
As the young fighters file into the isolation area, anticipation builds up for the upcoming matches.
Pan: I wonder who we’ll be up against.
I hope I get someone tough!
*She shadow boxes as they walk.*
Bulla: Doesn’t matter who it is, they’re going down!
*She flips her hair, channeling her father’s bravado once again.*
Goten: Man, I hope Valese isn’t worried.
I didn’t get to say goodbye…
*His tail twitches nervously as he glances back at the arena.*
Trunks: Focus, lover boy!
We’ve got fights to win.
*He grabs Goten’s shoulder, steering him into the right direction.*