—achieving the form is one thing, but learning to control it and use it in battle is another. She still has yet to master this form.

—rises. Her screams pierces the void. The young saiyan grits her teeth as her hair flickers from black to gold repeatedly. With one last scream, Pan is able to transform into a Super Saiyan. Her aura exploded before finally stabilizing.

She had done. She is now a Super Saiyan. However,—

—moments. Inspired, Pan decides to push herself and go beyond her limits.

Closing her eyes, Pan focuses on every battle she’s witnessed, every moment of helplessness she’s felt. Her energy flares around her in a golden aura, brighter than ever before. Lightning begins to crackle as her hair—

—and fires off energy blasts, trying to hone her control and precision. As the days stretch into weeks (or what feels like weeks), Pan’s muscles ache, and her stamina wanes. But her resolve strengthens. She remembers watching her grandfather train, his laughter echoing even in the most grueling—

—here... That’s a day out there. I’ve got nothung to lose," Pan mutters to herself. Her hands clench into fists.

"Grandpa believes in me. I won’t let him down!"

Pan starts with a rapid series of punches and kicks, her movements creating sharp gusts of wind in the stillness. She summons her ki and—

The heavy door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber groans open as Pan steps inside. The blinding white void stretches endlessly, disorienting her for a moment. She takes a deep breath and adjusts her gi, now similar to her grandfather Goku's but tailored to fit her lean, athletic frame.

"One year in—