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.*