Pan meets Mr Satan and Bulla

Pan arrives at Capsule Corp, and notices her grandfather Mr Satan and Buu eating under the shade of an umbrella, so she flies over to them.

"Hey, grandpa!" she greets him, "hello Buu."

"If it isn't my little sweetie. How're you doing Pan?" Mr Satan welcomes her, "Have a seat."

Buu greets her as well, with his cheeks bulging with food, "Hi Pan. Buu not seen you in a long time. Buu hope you well and strong."

"Aww, thanks Buu," she hugs him before sitting with them.

Mr Satan signals to the waiters to bring more food to their table.

"By the way, grandpa, you heard about those Dragon Balls and the whole galaxy problems, right?" she asks.

"Yeah, sounds like a nightmare. But don't you worry your sweet little head, your brace grandpa—the champ—won't let anything happen to Earth or you! Ha ha!"he assures her, with his signature bravado.

"I want to do something to help, too," she frowns, "but mom, dad and even grandpa don't want me to help!"

"Well I agree Pan," Mr Satan says, "It could be a very dangerous, and I don't want my sweet little girl getting hurt. Nope, no way."

"Come on grandpa, you too?"

"Wha..." Mr Satan blinks, surprised by her anger.

"I'm not a little girl, I'm strong now and even head to head with grandpa! I will stand right by his side when he saves the galaxy from doom! I will go!" Pan bangs the table as she stands.

Her words startle Mr Satan, and he tears up:

My little sweet Pan is all grown up.

Soon, Pan realised that the tables were mostly empty, except for Master Roshi and Oolong who were reacting like kids reading their favorite comic.

"Hey grandpa, did the rest of them leave already?"

"Oh... uh huh, Mrs Bulma, Mr Vegeta and their kids are working on their spaceship for the galaxy trip. So, almost everyone else left, but Buu wanted to stay and eat, so that's why we're still here."

"Oh, I get it," Pan waves as she runs into Capsule Corp, "bye grandpa... I've gotta talk with Bulla."

After running down the well-lit hallway, Pan makes it to the lab where she usually found her friend doodling and tinkering.

This time though, she found her mother Bulma and father Vegeta too.

"Um, hi... miss Bulma," she greets, "...Mr Vegeta."

"Oh, hi there Pan," Bulma waves at her, "you here to see Bulla?"; Vegeta nods at her, acknowledging her greeting.

"Yeah..." she says.

"She's over there sweetie, you can go see her," Bulma directs her to Bulla.

"Thank you, miss Bulma."

"Anytime," Bulma giggles, as Pan goes over to Bulla who's frowning, watching Trunks, Goten and Maron:

Ugh, why'd Trunks have to invite that Maron to come with. She's totally distracting my chivalrous Goten.

"Hi Bulla," Pan greets, and it startles her.

"Huh... oh, Pan (ha, ha)... what are you doing here?"

"Oh nothing, I just came to see how the spaceship you're building's going."

"Right... we're making progress..." Bulla says, before pouting slightly.

"Oh neato, Uncle Goten is helping out too," Pan recognizes her uncle, "oh and Maron, t--"

dammit... Maron's here? no wonder Bulla's so upset.

"So... Bulla... (ha, ha)" Pan tries to distract her friend from Maron with questions about the project, "how long will this spaceship take to be ready for the mission?"

"About a month, if we're lucky." Bulla can't sway her jealous gaze from Maron and Goten.

"Right, the spaceship." 

Come on, girl... eyes on me, she thinks then places her arms on Bulla's shoulders and blocks her view.

"Wanna show me the designs and stuff?"

"It's called a shuttle, Pan... not a spaceship!"

"Ahaha," Pan chuckles, "right, sorry:"

Bulla's in one of her moods again.

"Hey, do you think I can help out with that, too?" Pan points at the trio.

"Huh?" her question confuses Bulla for a moment, but then she realises that Pan is best suited to interrupt Maron and Goten's conversation.

"Of course," Bulla smiles mischievously, "get changed Pan."

Pan smirks:

You're always scheming... look at that dastardly smile. 

"Right, thanks girl!"

"Anytime... anytime."

Pan changes into the space suits and joins them in the simulation room.

"Hey guys," Pan greets them.

"Hey, Pan," Goten and Maron welcome her.

"What are you doing here? Surely, your dad didn't allow you to help," Trunks says.

"I'm a big girl, Trunks. I don't always need dad's permission!" Pan pouts.

"Hey uncle Goten..."

"Huh?"

"I didn't think you'd be going along: grandpa said he, Trunks and Bulla were the onesgoing to outer space."

"Yeah, I'm not, but Bulla needs more data to redesign the space suits," Goten explains.

"Yeah, Pan, and I'm helping out too! Since I'm just a human, my data could be the most useful to their redesign... at least, that's what Trunks said," Maron chimes in.

"I see."

Bulla, frowns watching their banter, upset that her friend isn't doing more to keep Maron away from Goten.

"Bulla," her mother calls, startling her again, "uh... yes mom?"

"Aren't you done collecting the data? We need to move onto the shuttle's functionality next!" Bulma notifies her.

"Oh, yes," she says then turns on the speakers that connect to their helmets in the simulation room, "Alright, thanks all of you we've gathered enough data. Although, we could run another experiment later, for now, you can come out now Mar-- er, i mean, everyone."

Real smooth, girl. Pan exhales, sad for her friend.