As they enter the isolation area, a short elderly man stands at the center, surrounded by eager fighters.
Official man: Alright, listen up.
I’ll be announcing the match-ups for the 30th Martial Arts Tournament.
*He adjusts his thick rimmed glasses, squinting at a piece of paper.*
Pan: This is it…
this is it…
I hope I get a tough opponent.
*She bounces on her toes, fists clenched.*
The elderly man begins calling out names, pairing fighters up for the matches that’s to follow.
Official man: Second match: Bulla vs.
Roy *He points at Bulla, then scans the crowd for Roy.*
Bulla: Ha!
Prepare to face the wrath of Saiyan Royalty, Roy!
*She strikes a Vegeta-like pose.*
Roy: Bring it on, princess.
I’ve got some spicy moves for you.
*He pops a whole chili pepper into his mouth, grinning.*
Official man: Third match goes to Trunks.
*He says as he squints at the paper again.*
Trunks: Third?
Perfect!
I’ll warm up the crowd for you guys.
*He adjusted his headband with a smirk.*
The announcements continue, with tension building among the fighters.
Official man: Match thirteen: Goten vs Hendry.
*He points at Goten, then at a calm-looking man adjusting his glasses.*
Goten: Lucky number thirteen.
This is my year, I can feel it!
*His tail wags enthusiastically.*
Hendry: Luck won’t save you from my calculations, Goten.
*He pushes up his glasses, analyzing his opponent.*
Pan fidgets anxiously as the matches are being called, waiting to hear her name.
Official man: And for our final match…
*He pauses for a dramatic effect.*
Pan: Come on, come on…
*She bites her lips, hands clenched.*
The Official announced that Pan would be in the final match, as if it wasn’t obvious already.
Pan: Last?
Aw man, I have to wait forever!
*She pouts, crossing her arms.*
Majuub: Look on the bright side, Pan.
You’ll have plenty of time to study your opponents.
*He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.*
Marron: Yeah, you’ll get to see all our awesome moves first and get to build your strategy around it.
*She gives Pan a thumbs-up.*
Goten: This is gonna be epic!
I can’t wait to show Valese what I can do.
*He punches the air, tail swishing.*
Trunks: Easy there, Romeo.
You’ve got to win some matches first.
*He elbows his friend playfully.*
Bulla: Please, as if any of you stand a chance against me!
*She flips her hair dramatically.*
The young fighters buzz with excitement, each dreaming of victory in the tournament that’s at arms reach.
Pan: Alright, gang!
Let’s show them what we’re made of.
*She throws her fist in the air, rallying her friends.*