"Thanks, big brother," Son Goten said with a grin.
"All right, step aside for now," Son Gohan said. "Pan, it's your turn."
This was Pan's first time fighting her father, and she was especially nervous.
Seeing his daughter like that, Son Gohan almost burst out laughing.
"D-Dad, could you go easy on me?" Pan began with a plea.
He smiled fondly at her. "Sure. We'll just spar, nothing more. Now attack me with everything you've got, just like the others."
"Okay." Pan nodded, her little face suddenly turning serious.
Her clothes billowed as her aura surged.
In an instant, she had transformed into Super Saiyan 2.
Her moderately long hair stood on end, golden above her green eyes. Golden flames blazed around her, accompanied by the incessant crackle of lightning.
It was a very serious scene, but all Son Gohan could think was how incredibly adorable Pan looked.
With her golden hair and green eyes, she looked even more like a porcelain doll.
Pan locked her gaze on Son Gohan, stamped down hard, and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A series of afterimages surrounded Son Gohan.
Her fists thundered out.
Each whipping kick sent the wind howling.
That tiny body also possessed enough power to destroy worlds.
Son Gohan raised his hands and blocked every attack.
Compared with Little Wu and Goten, Pan's fighting style was simpler and more direct.
Son Gohan simply acted as her sparring partner for over ten minutes.
Once the fight ended, Son Gohan gathered the three youngsters and pointed out their individual problems, along with ways to improve their techniques.
The three listened intently, utterly engrossed, nodding again and again.
A short while later, Son Gohan took them back to Earth.
He spent another two hours at home.
Then