“What do you think will happen?” Little Pan asked, tense with nervousness. She lowered her voice, so only Pan could hear. “What if he absorbs Mary Sue? He’d become the most powerful being in the Multiverse!”

  “I don’t think that’s allowed,” Pan replied. Though with the Vargas, anything was possible. “Hush.” A slurpee slid against an invisible wall as the audience continued to hurl trash at the newly repaired barrier. The crowd kept shouting insults at Buu, making Pan’s ears turn red.

  For all the hate thrown his direction, Buu was the perfect embodiment of calm. He wore an amused smile that only enraged the audience further. Pan gasped as a spectator jumped from his seat and kicked the barrier between him and the arena. More followed, and Pan feared this might become an out-of-control mob.

  “They’re sure ready to fight for your sake, Mary Sue,” Buu observed. “I dare say you’ve driven them further than anything Babidi’s magic could do.”

  Mary Sue grimaced, but remained quiet. She entered a fighting stance, ready to engage in combat. She raised an eyebrow as Buu lifted a hand.

  “No need for that. I propose a different way to solve this contest,” Buu said. “A game, perhaps?”

  “A game?” Mary Sue asked, curious.

  “Did Buu forget this is a fighting tournament?” Vegeta said, his voice scornful.

  “Yes! A test of skill and mind! That way, your precious Mary Sue never gets hurt.” Buu said.

  “Huh?” Little Pan blinked. “What is he doing?”

  “Clever,” her Dad-as-Piccolo said. “He’s trying to prevent further chaos in a way that doesn’t cause a full-out riot.”

  “I think I understand,” Pan said, thinking. “Who knows what would happen if Mary Sue got even bruised?” She remembered how Android 17 had interfered in her fight with XXI. And with everyone wound up even tighter, it’d be even worse. She looked over at Trunks and Goten and gasped when she found they’d already fused. Some other fighters looked eager for violence, particularly the evil version of Goku.

  “A perfect solution for everyone!” Buu spread out his hands. “Simple and clean. A contest no one can dispute.”

  After some thought, Mary Sue nodded. “I’m for it.”

  “Why did I waste my time training her last night, then?” Pan said, grumbling under her breath.

  “I’m fine with whatever Mary Sue says. My love would never steer me wrong!” a Vargas said. Pan could practically see the hearts in her eyes.

  “This is probably for the best.” Goku gave the unruly crowd a nervous glance.

  “So we’ll never see what Mary Sue’s true abilities?” Her grandfathers said, a tightness to his lips. He was still sour about her defeating XXI without even lifting a finger.

  “What game do you suggest? I’m a mean Rock Paper Scissors player!” Mary Sue said.

  “Nothing so simple! A true warrior has a highly tuned brain as well as body.” Buu snapped his fingers, and a checkered board appeared floating between the two combatants. “I call this game Battle Chess!”

  “What? Not Shogi?” Pan asked, confused. Didn’t that make more sense?

  “Not enough of our readers know how to play that game,” Buu replied.

  “Chess, that sounds fun!” Mary Sue hesitated. “Though I always forget what the horse pieces do.”

  “Why is it called Battle Chess?” Pan asked, confused. “What? Because we’re in a fighting tournament?”

  “I thought it’d be appropriate. And some familiar faces will join us.” Buu snapped his fingers.

  “What the heck?” On the board appeared various recognizable figures, each dressed appropriately to their role.

  “Why am I in a dress?” her grandfather blurted, red-faced. There in the middle of the board was Vegito, mighty ultimate warrior of the Multiverse, dressed in a fancy white dress with a golden crown on his head.

  “That’s because in this game, you are Mary Sue’s Queen piece,” Buu replied.

  “What?!” Vegito said, outraged.

  “Oh, and Broly’s on your side,” Pan said, pointing at the black-dressed figure whose bulging muscles pressed his dress to the breaking point.

  “They are the strongest pieces on the board. I had to pick the most appropriate roles,” Buu said.

  “Hey, I’m on there too!” Pan pointed to a figure dressed in a black helmet with plate armor on her remaining arm. They floated like some spectral knight.

  “Me too!” Little Pan said. Her piece wore black full plate armor.

  “Why are we on Buu’s side?” Pan said, annoyed.

  “Because those two insisted on being Mary Sue’s Knights.” Buu pointed to the miniature Trunks and Goten, each dressed in ornate white armor. Both saluted the miniature Mary Sue near them. She, naturally, wore an outfit that made a regal king. The Black King was Buu, whose smug expression still remained.

  “Hey, we’re on the board too!” Goku said, pointing. Vegeta scowled, but said nothing.

  “So you’ve roped me into this as well,” Gast said, unimpressed.

  “I thought if we’re having a grand, epic game, why not have some familiar faces?” Buu spread his hands. On the board, someone in the tournament represented each piece, though it had an odd configuration. Pan would have assumed all Buu’s pieces would be bad guys, but the only villain represented was Raichi.

  “Why are all the Vargas pawns?” Little Pan asked. Sure enough, in silver armor with a sash of their color stood little identical bird figures.

  “Because they are expendable and no one cares about them.” Buu waved a dismissive hand.

  “Hey! We Vargas are a proud and noble race!” a Vargas said, outraged. “And we’re not identical at all! It’s your fault for not learning our names! In fact, my name is—”

  “For simplicity, I will spell out each role as a nifty reference point. I am the Black King. Broly is my Queen. My Rooks are Gast and Uub. My Bishops are Raichi and Kulilin. And my Knights are Pan and Little Pan.

  “Mary Sue is the White King. Vegito is her Queen. Her Rooks are Goku and Vegeta. Her Bishops are Tapion and Tenshinhan. And her Knights are Trunks and Goten.”

  “I like this setup,” Mary Sue said. “Please, friends, get me through this!”

  “And begin!” They watched as the pieces came to attention, ready for battle. Was it her imagination, or was her grandfathers’ piece licking his lips in eagerness?

  “What am I thinking?” Pan thought. “They’re just pieces. They don’t actually have their face’s personality.”

  “White goes first,” Buu said, gesturing to his opponent.

  Mary Sue stared at the board with intense concentration. She smiled and moved the furthest Pan from the left side one space.

  “Uh, isn’t the best first move for white pawn to E4?” her father said, scratching his Namekian head.

  “I have my own way of playing,” Mary Sue said, bristling with pride.

  “This is going to be a weird game,” Little Pan said, sighing.

  “How are you surprised?” Anpan shook her head. “She’s a dream creature. Don’t expect her to follow your waking world’s logic.”

  “Intriguing first move!” Buu said, impressed. Was it Pan’s imagination, or did he seem worried? “I’ll do this in response.” He made a more standard opening and moved his pawn to D5.

  “Ah, ha!” Mary Sue moved her pawn one space to C3.

  “What? Why move there?” Her father’s eye twitched. Two moves in, and Pan’s dad was already at his wit’s end with Mary Sue’s bizarre playing style.

  “Does she know you can move your pawn two spaces on its move?” Piccolo said, exasperated.

  “I don’t get any of this! I think I’m going to take a nap!” Goku said, wandering off. “Wake me when the game ends.” Vegeta snorted, but stayed put. He wished to watch the battle’s conclusion. Her grandfathers watched the contest with hard-steely eyes.

  “Here.” Buu moved another pawn to sit next to the first one he moved.

  “Makes sense,” her father said. “He can move out his Queen and Bishops. Still not sure what Mary Sue’s doing. She can at best move out her Queen.”

  “What a hard decision!” Mary Sue tapped her chin. She smiled and moved her rightmost pawn forward one space.

  “You can move your pawns two spaces, Mary Sue,” Pan said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. She basically knew nothing about chess, and her friend’s playing was already annoying her. Not that you’d know it from the audience’s reaction. They broke into uproarious cheering after every move, like they were witnessing the play of a goddess.

  And the game continued, with Mary Sue making further bizarre moves that only made sense to her. Buu made clever, calculated moves you’d expect from a grandmaster. He castled early.

  “And now I take the first kill,” Buu said, moving a pawn to take white’s pawn on F2. “Check.” They watched as the black Vargas pulled out an axe and charged the white pawn. The white pawn pulled out a knife, but the black Vargas cleaved it in half.

  “You bastard!” Trunks said, seething with fury. The other audience members hurled insults at the Majin warrior for this affront against their beloved Mary Sue.

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  “Take this!” Mary Sue struck a pose and used her King to capture the black pawn. The kingly Mary Sue pulled out a hammer and comically knocked the pawn into next week.

  The game progressed rather badly on Mary Sue’s side as her pieces kept getting taken. Buu had pushed his Pan Knight into a position where Mary Sue would lose either her Vegeta Rook or her Tenshinhan Bishop. Poor Tenshinhan got sacrificed. Worse, no piece was in position to avenge him.

  More pawns died as Buu pushed his pieces forward, using his Queen Broly to pick off any stragglers. This enormous fists smashed them to bits. Still, Mary continued to make odd, random plays that didn’t accelerate her board at all.

  “Is Mary Sue just a bad player?” Pan wondered. She winced as Queen Broly smashed Tapion to pieces and put Mary Sue into check again.

  “Huh?” She blinked as Mary Sue moved her Trunks Knight into a position that pushed Broly back—or else he’d get captured. But that only left his Uub Rook vulnerable, and Goku Rook turned Super Saiyan 3 and smashed Uub to pieces with a flying kick from behind. Buu stared at the board, stunned. Somehow he’d overlooked this unexpected attack. Now Mary Sue’s Goku threatened Rook Gast—protected by Queen Vegito. He moved his Rook to a safe spot, only for Mary Sue to push Knight Goten into a position to threaten Queen Broly again.

  Pan watched in astonishment as Buu’s board started falling to pieces—what seemed like random moves only put Buu in a worse position. Sweat trickled down the Majin warrior’s forehead as Rook Gast got slashed to pieces by a Vargas Pawn, putting his King in check from Queen Vegito. His King’s move invited another check from Rook Vegeta.

  The game turned worse as Mary Sue pushed a Vargas Pawn forward in a way that both put Buu’s King in check and threatened Queen Broly. Her Goten Knight protected it from being taken. Buu’s Queen died as he was forced to move his King. Pan watched in amazement as a Vargas stabbed from behind the mighty Queen Broly with a knife after a quick tussle.

  “Buu’s actually losing,” Pan said, amazed. Was this mad genius on Mary Sue’s part—or dumb luck? Any smug expression had long vanished from Buu’s face. He wore a determined expression tinged with obvious worry.

  “Buu still might win this,” her father-as-Piccolo said. “He has a Pawn in a position to ascend. It’s only a question of whether his King will last that long.”

  Knight Trunks and Knight Goten worked in tandem and cornered Black Bishop Raichi, killing him. Buu’s position looked thin; however, his pawn looked ready to promote. And it wasn’t all bad news, as Black Bishop Kulilin used his cane to smash in Rook Vegeta’s head. It was oddly satisfying.

  “And check,” Mary Sue said, using her Goten Knight to threaten Buu’s King.

  “This is over with. Checkmate in two moves,” her father-as-Piccolo said. Pan stared at Buu, surprised by the despair behind his eyes. Mary Sue had turned around what seemed like a hopeless game with trivial ease. Her superiority was uncontested.

  “Victory for our Queen! Praise be to the Goddess Mary Sue!” Pan stared in fascinated horror as Trunks presented a tied-up Vargas onto a makeshift altar. He held what looked like a ceremonial knife, raising it to sacrifice his tribute to the goddess.

  “Hey, let’s not do that, okay?” Goku said, stopping the death blow with a hand. It seemed this sudden act of violence had awakened him.

  “Unhand me, heathen! The Lady’s sacrifice won’t be stopped!” Trunks replied.

  The Vargas about to be sacrificed yelled, “Yeah! Stay out of this!”

  “Oh my God. He wants to be sacrificed?” Pan thought, dumb with horror.

  Others sent their praise as their goddess neared victory—not just with admiration like before, but with religious fervor. Mary Sue’s influence held them captive, happily willing to die for her. Some did, when an audience member protested their friend’s madness, only to get his head smashed in for his trouble. It was anarchy, as Mary Sue worshipers killed anyone who dared blaspheme against their goddess.

  “Die!” Trunks slashed his weapon at Goku’s throat.

  “Hey, watch it, Trunks!” Goku yelped in surprise as his son grabbed him from behind.

  “Quick, finish this heathen!” Goten said, holding his father tight.

  “Hey, what are you doing?!” Her father-as-Piccolo rushed off to aid Goku before anyone else got hurt. Pan covered her ears as the audience sang discordant hymns in Mary Sue’s name.

  “Tsk.” Her grandfathers scowled, fingers tightening against his shoulder. “More magic nonsense?”

  “No. It’s already gotten this far?” Mary Sue said, her hand resting on her Trunks Knight piece—the same one trying to kill Goku. Her hand wavered in indecision.

  “This is what you get, Mary Sue, for breaking the Dream Lord’s rules.” Though Anpan seemed unbothered by the surrounding chaos.

  “I think you know what you need to do, Mary Sue,” Buu said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He stared directly into his opponent’s eyes.

  Mary Sue grabbed at her hair and tugged hard enough that strands broke off. “I just wanted to be real.”

  “Don’t we all?” Buu said, with surprising kindness, as if he understood her plight.

  Determination washed over Mary Sue’s features, and instead, she moved her King—a move that didn’t help her in the slightest. Pan watched as her friend made useless move after useless move, enough to allow Buu’s Vargas Pawn to evolve into a Queen. But this one wasn’t Broly—it was Libra instead.

  “Check,” Buu said, earning a horrified gasp from the crowd as he moved his new Queen into position.

  Again, Mary Sue made more useless moves, allowing her King to be put into check again and again until both Pan Knights and Libra pinned her King.

  “Check and mate,” Buu said, though he didn’t sound pleased by his victory.

  “What? Impossible!” Trunks dropped the knife he was trying to kill Goku with and fell to his knees. The entire audience went eerily silent.

  “Well, there’s my defeat! Oh, well!” Mary Sue said. She bowed to the audience. “Thanks for having me. Now for my true form!” Everyone gasped as Mary Sue became something hideous—almost stopping Pan’s heart. Its features stole the courage from even Vegito’s heart, a monstrous thing with countless writhing tentacles.

  “That’s right, mortals! Fear and despair!” Mary Sue shouted before dashing off. Huh, was it her imagination, or were there tears in Mary Sue’s bulbous eyes? Everyone was too shocked to stop her.

  “Mary Sue from Universe 2 has lost. Buu from Universe 4 is the victor!” the announcer said with some reluctance. Still, everyone was too stunned to speak.

  “Bold move,” Buu said, joining them. “Her appearance really is tangible.”

  “What do you mean?” Pan asked as she found her voice.

  “Like that’s her true form?” Buu said, amused. “But it should break the spell over them. Hopefully.” Shocked by Mary Sue’s sudden transformation, everyone seemed languid and depressed. Trunks, for example, just lay on the floor, dead to the world. Minutes passed, but no one seemed in the mood for the next fight.

  “How about a break?” Buu suggested.

  “R-right. An hour break, I think,” the announcer said. Not that anyone was open to enjoying it—they remained as comatose as before.

  “Will they recover?” Pan asked, worried.

  “I hope so,” Little Pan replied.

  What a mess. Pan poked Trunks with a stick, but got no response. She kicked him—still no response. Goten was little better.

  “Gee. Maybe we should wait until tomorrow,” Goku said.

  “Pathetic. Were they that reliant on that girl?” Vegeta said.

  “How can beings like her exist?” Her grandfathers scowled, disturbed by how she’d rattled him.

  “For Mary Sue’s sake, she better not return,” Libra said, steel in her voice. “She proves why people should stay in their home universes.”

  The Kais, seeing everyone’s terrible shape, called off the tournament, allowing everyone a much-needed rest. Not that anyone left their spot. One might confuse them for corpses if it weren’t for the slight movement of their chests.

  “What a bother,” Buu said. “Some way to celebrate my victory.”

  “I warned her,” Anpan said, throwing her arms over her head.

  “Is there any way to help them?” Little Pan asked worriedly. She poked at Trunks with a finger, but got little response.

  “Beats me,” Anpan shrugged. “They’re lucky they haven’t dropped dead.”

  Pan’s eyes widened. They were that close to utter disaster? She glared at Buu, the so-called benevolent genie. “Do something!”

  “So pushy!” But Buu was smiling, pleased they were relying on him. He snapped his fingers, and pillows and blankets appeared over the comatose people. Bowls with little spoons appeared and fed them what looked like chicken noodle soup.

  “They aren’t sick, Buu,” Pan said.

  “True, but it will make them feel better,” Buu replied. Much to Pan’s astonishment, some color return to Trunks as he sipped the broth.

  “Let’s go,” Pan said, whispering to her counterpart.

  “Where?” Then Little Pan brightened as she caught Pan’s meaning. “Ah! “To find—” she grunted, a hand going over her mouth, stifling the name on her lips.

  “Best not say it,” Pan said, glancing over to Trunks and Goten.

  “Right!” Little Pan nodded, and joined her as they wandered the tournament complex for their friend.

  They tried everywhere, but found no sign of her—not even in her room. She had already cleared everything from her room. It made Pan lonely, wondering if they’d ever see their friend again. Disheartened, they returned to their apartments. But a hiss caught their attention as they entered the apartment area.

  “Psst!”

  They turned to find a familiar girl in a bomber jacket and jeans waving at them—though her hair was black, and she wore a cap, sunglasses, and a face mask to hide her appearance.

  “Mary Sue!” Pan said, rushing over.

  “Hey guys.” Mary Sue put her hands in the purple jacket she was wearing.

  “Are you okay?” Little Pan asked, worried.

  “Me? I’m fine. I wanted to say goodbye before going home.” Mary Sue’s smile was melancholy.

  “But what about your dream of becoming human?!” Pan asked.

  “It was a fantasy—a dream imagined by a dream.” Mary Sue’s hair waved as she shook her head. “It’s best I leave before more people get hurt. It was a mistake coming here. Anpan was right.”

  “But—”

  “I’ll be okay.” Mary Sue’s expression turned pensive. “Though, I hope the Dream Lord didn’t notice that I’ve been gone for a couple of days. He’s going to be so peeved with me.”

  Little Pan sniffed. “I’ll miss you.”

  “Me too.” Mary Sue ruffled Little Pan’s hair.

  Pan floated there, lost. She didn’t want her friend to leave, but her logic was sound. Mary Sue was too dangerous to keep around. Her mere presence caused trouble. It was so horrible that her dream would never get fulfilled.

  “You’re a good kid, Pan. Like I said, it was a foolish dream,” Mary Sue said, catching her friend’s thoughts. “You should worry more about yourself. Look at you!”

  “Well…” Pan’s remaining arm scratched her floating head. “But I’m still not giving up on you! And what about Anpan? She might cause some serious trouble without you around!”

  “I’m not so worried about that nightmare,” Mary Sue said, stifling a laugh. “She’s only causing a little trouble in the waking world. There are worse nightmares.”

  “Still…” Saying that Anpan had caused a little trouble was a major understatement. Pan clenched her jaw in stubbornness. “I’m still helping you. I’m using a wish to make you human.”

  “You can’t do that. How will you become normal again? What about the Heliorian homeworld? Or your dad and Piccolo?” Mary Sue asked.

  “We have Dragonballs in our world we can use to bring them back to normal!” Pan replied.

  But Mary Sue only gave her a skeptical look. “But what about wishing Libra apart?”

  “Huh?” Pan blinked in confusion. “Why would I want to wish that?”

  “I don’t know,” Mary Sue replied. “You don’t like that woman. It’d be better for everyone if they separated. Same for your grandfather, Pan.”

  “I don’t think they’d agree.” And split her grandfathers? That’d be so strange. Besides, she didn’t want to see him go. He was a jerk sometimes, sure. But Pan loved him, regardless.

  “Fusion’s not good for mortals,” Mary Sue replied. “Too many conflicting emotions.”

  “Didn’t Piccolo fuse twice?” Pan said, more defensive than she intended. “He turned out fine!”

  “But he’s a Namekian. His emotions aren’t as wild as yours,” Mary Sue said.

  “It’s fine. They’ll be okay,” Pan said, annoyed. She didn’t want to kill her grandfathers just because he was unruly sometimes—Libra, either.

  “Do you really have to leave, Mary Sue?” Little Pan asked, changing the subject to one she’d rather not fight about. And her counterpart was right—she’d rather not depart after a fight.

  “You’ll see me again.” Mary Sue ruffled Little Pan’s hair again. “I’m a dream creature. I’ll make sure your dreams are sweet.” She tensed. “If the Dream Lord doesn’t imprison me for a thousand thousand years for breaking the rules.”

  “He’d do that?”

  “He might.” Mary Sue relaxed. “But we’ll see each other again. I’m sure of it.” With a backward wave, she walked away.

  “Bye.” Tears pricked her eyes as Pan waved back.

  “Bye!” Little Pan waved both arms, tears flowing freely. They both gasped as Mary Sue vanished into nothing as she turned a corner. They ran over to investigate and found her nowhere in sight.

  “We’ll see her again,” Little Pan said, sniffing.

  “Yeah,” Pan said, her smile sad.

  “Do you think she can visit us both in the dream world?” Little Pan asked.

  “That’s a good question.” It brought up questions about how it even interacted with the countless universes in the Multiverse. “We could have a tea party!”

  “That sounds fun!” Little Pan replied. “We could have dream scones.”

  As they talked, their hearts lightened. While their friend was gone, she hadn’t truly left them. She’d always be with them. In dreams, anything—and everything—was possible.

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  “Some turnout,” Pan said as they entered the tournament arena. A crowd usually packed with people was now almost void of anyone. While few families dotted the area, most bleachers remained vacant. Huh, was it her imagination, or was that a familiar black-haired masked girl with sunglasses in the audience? But when Pan searched again, the girl had vanished.

  “They all went home, apparently,” her father-as-Piccolo said. “They lost all motivation to watch the tournament. Without Mary Sue around, they didn’t see the point of staying any longer.”

  “It figures.” Piccolo-as-Cell Jr. crossed his tiny arms. “Her presence was addictive. Without it, they’re suffering serious withdrawal. They should recover eventually.”

  “Hopefully.” Pan looked over to her uncles. They still seemed in terrible shape, languid from the loss of their ‘love.’ They seemed more like zombies than Pan, the literal undead. Her wave elicited almost no reaction. Some tournament fighters were in similar condition.

  “You don’t understand, sis! She was my world!” Android 17 said, sobbing into his hands.

  “You barely knew her, you dumbass!” Android 18 kicked her brother, but got barely any reaction.

  But Yamcha gave her a thumbs-up as she spotted him, more recovered than the others. He was remarkably resilient. She hoped he’d be ready to build her android body tonight.

  “This is horrible!” A Vargas was tearing feathers from his head. “Our revenue has plummeted to almost nothing! This tournament will never be profitable now!”

  “Really? You didn’t make it back from all those ticket sales?” Pan asked, wondering aloud.

  “No,” the Vargas said icily. “We were counting on the profits from the resort we paid arm and feather to build! There’s still two more days left! We’re still only in the quarter-finals!”

  “Huh.” That was Pan’s only reply. She supposed a Multiverse tournament would be pretty expensive to run.

  “That’s your only response?!” The Vargas shook Pan’s floating head violently. “This might ruin us! What if people don’t come to our next Multiverse tournament? We’re already getting terrible Yelp reviews on the internet!”

  The Vargas showed them his phone, revealing a page overloaded with one-star reviews; many angry customers, upset by Mary Sue’s departure, vowing never to return. Others were about the resort’s poor service and high prices, but the complaints about Mary Sue’s absence drowned those out.

  “Can’t you just wish for more money?” Little Pan asked.

  “The Kais won’t let us,” the Vargas said bitterly. “Said the Dragonballs are only for valiant warriors who’ve proved themselves. And some junk about overusing the Dragonballs only causing disaster. Like that’d ever happen.”

  “Huh.” Pan screamed as the furious Vargas shook her again for her apparent indifference to his race’s plight.

  “And now for the next fight. Libra from Universe, uh, 1? I guess? And Gast Carcolh from Universe 7!” This got enthusiastic applause from the audience still remaining.

  “Uh, should we even allow Libra to fight?” Like, she’s not Bra, really,” Pan asked.

  “It isn’t like Goten and Trunks. Bra and Supreme West Kai didn’t sign up together,” Little Pan added.

  “Like this tournament’s rules aren’t the random whims of the Vargas,” was Vegeta’s snide remark.

  “It doesn’t seem very fair. What was stopping me from fusing with Vegeta in my fights?” Goku wondered aloud.

  “Yeah! I could fuse with Pan in her next fight with Uub!” Little Pan said.

  “Shut up!” the Vargas next to Pan replied. “We decided it was fine, so that’s that. Our ways are beyond your understanding! Though future fusions aren’t allowed, by the way.”

  “Typical.” Pan rolled her undead eyes. This sent the Vargas into a rage, and he shook her again.

  “I’ll allow it,” Gast said, unfolding his arms. “I’m curious what she can do. It will be a novelty fighting a fused warrior like myself.”

  “I hope you’re ready. I won’t make this easy for you,” Libra said, her smile sly.

  Did she have some trick up her sleeve? They’d all seen the fused Namekian’s power. He wouldn’t be an easy foe to fight. A wave of uneasiness passed through Pan. They still hadn’t seen Libra’s true power. Who knew what she was capable of? Was Libra the best of Bra, or the worst?

  “Begin!” the announcer said.

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  Next time! The quarterfinals conclude. Gast vs Libra. Fused warriors clash. The godly might of Super Saiyan Libra!