The first few weeks, Pan had made great gains in power, Gohan noted.  But now, she was plateauing.  That couldn't do.  

"Let's go."  Gohan ordered.  

"Okay."  Pan replied.  

Gohan noticed immediately that her confidence was shaken and it showed in her technique.   She was sloppy, without initiative, and not in control.  For the first time, Gohan wondered if Pan could make it in here.  Something was wrong with her, and if she was going to make it, she would have to fix it.

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"Papa?  What's wrong?"  

"Nothing," Gohan lied.  "You're doing very well."

"No I'm not, Papa."  

At least she knew, Gohan thought as he tucked her in.  Maybe with that, she could turn it around.  

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"Grandpa!  Don't go Grandpa!"  

"Yeah?"  

"I want to be a great warrior!  Just like you!"  

"Hehe, you will!"  

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"Aaaaaah!"  Pan gasped.  "It was so real!"  She shouted, still freaking about the dream, remembering the time early in her childhood that she promised her grandfather.  

Now Pan knew.  She would have to push herself far and beyond anything she knew she could do.  She gazed over at her father who was still sleeping.  

It started tonight, Pan decided.  It started now.  

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"Aaaaaaaaah!"  

It was loud enough to wake Gohan up.  Maybe she had a bad dream.  He looked over, however, to see Pan gone, and his mind started to race.  Beyond home was nothing but total darkness.  Pan had to be out there somewhere, but where?  

"Kaa---mee---haa---mee--HAAAAAA!"  

Aaah good.  Her energy signature radiated steadily and powerful.  Wait...no.  It's fading!  Gohan heard a blast, and it gave him a direction to work with.  He flew full bore out into the darkness.  He locked onto her energy signature and found her miles out, lying prone on the ground and trembling in pain.  She was in shock, and she was not lucid.  

"Pan!"  Gohan shouted.  He picked her up and rushed her back home.  Her injuries were severe, but would they be life threatening?  Maybe, just maybe.   Without a Senzu bean, that was.  Pan would need her rest, however.  

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By his estimation, they had been in there nearly two months.  He wondered what Pan was thinking, wondering if she really was digging deep down to tap a power she couldn't fathom.  For Vegeta, this was twenty-four hours that he couldn't sleep.  The anticipation was too great.  The next day, he would find out if there was another legendary warrior, or another part time saiyan, or human, Vegeta corrected himself.  

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Surviving life threatening injuries worked wonders for a saiyan once they healed, and the same was true of Pan, Gohan noted.  He came at her with reckless abandon, with a punch that could definitely do some damage.  Pan blocked it.  Another punch.  Pan countered with an elbow to her father's stomach, which knocked him for a loop.  She fired a Kamehameha wave to continue the counter-assault, but Gohan deflected it back at her.  Pan dodged, but she couldn't dodge Gohan's follow-up blow to the face.  She was sent reeling, but not flying.  

"Alright.  That's all for today."  Gohan said.

"That's it?"

"Yes, Pan.  Now we rest."  

"But I was just getting warmed up!"  Pan moaned.  

"Yes dear, but rest is necessary too.  Now come, and we'll have supper and get ready for bed."  

"But..."

"But even the best warriors need rest."  

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Pan looked at her sleeping father adjacent to her.  She began having doubts again, not about herself, but about how well her father was training her.  She got the impression that he didn't want to hurt her.  That couldn't do.  She realized her body had to be thoroughly torn down again to be built back up stronger than before.  Yes, rest was important, but not before the day's work was done.  

Her father didn't want her out there on her own.  That couldn't do as well.  So out into the great beyond she went again.  

This time, the surface was flooded with about two feet of water.  Great, Pan thought.  Two feet of icy water could go along great with the gravity that seemed to tug her down unlike anything she experienced before in this place.  It would be great resistance training.  

It was rough, in fact painful to even be out there.  Pan welcomed the pain.  But the Room of Space and Time was not a place that wanted to be welcomed.  Once Pan touched down, her feet became ensnared in a thick sheet of ice.  

"What the?"  Pan shouted.  The ice became the least of her worries as the water began to rise, eventually rising above her head by a foot.  A measly foot was all that separated her from oxygen, but the ice maintained it's horrifying grip, the one foot taunting her and making her panic.  Unable to break free, Pan started losing oxygen, making every movement that much more painful.  Pan began to realize that she could very well die out here by herself.  Alone!  A promise unfulfulled to my grandfather!  I'm losing consciousness!  I'm going to fail!  IT'S TOO MUCH!!!