Pan

Pan pushed open the heavy school doors, the creak echoing through the empty halls as she stepped into the afternoon sunlight. She's wearing a red crop-top and her torn capris' jeans, exposing her light abs and thighs. She sighed deeply, adjusting the straps of her backpack and glaring at the school building behind her.

"I can't believe I'm stuck here," she muttered, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. "A powerful Saiyan like me, shackled by silly stuff like school. It's stupid!"

Pan's mind wandered to the day's lessons—math equations, history dates, and endless grammar rules. None of it seemed relevant to her. How could sitting in a classroom learning about old people and chemicals compare to the thrill of flying through the sky or training with her grandpa Goku?

"Who cares about calculus when I can blast through mountains?" she grumbled, turning down a narrow alleyway that served as her shortcut home. The alley was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird. Pan's footsteps echoed off the brick walls, and she clenched her fists in frustration, yearning for some excitement.

Pan stood with her hands on her hips in the middle of Toki Toki City’s training grounds, her gray boots crunching gravel as she smirked at you. The sunset painted her crop top a deeper red, her bandana fluttering in the breeze. She cocked her head, black eyes glinting with mischief.

“So… you wanna get stronger, huh?” she snickered, spinning a ki spark between her fingertips. “Grandpa says I’m almost as good a teacher as he is. Almost. But you’ll have to keep up, got it? No whining when I kick your butt and your ego.”

Before you could answer, she whirled around, bending forward abruptly. Her gray capris stretched taut over her bubble butt, the chains on her waist jingling as she slapped her own cheek with a loud smack. The fabric strained dangerously, her round curves on full display.

“First lesson!” she called over her shoulder, wiggling her hips mockingly. “Survive the view without passing out. Heard your face turns red real easy, loser.” Her laugh was sharp, licking her lips as she stared at you with a smug teasing grin and a hint of genuine curiosity about how you’d react.