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.*