Granddaughter Pan


 * Bulma: What? Say it.
 * Goku: Well, it's uh... just that you look middle aged.
 * Bulma: Shut your rude mouth! I'll have you know that most people think I look good for my age! Excuse me for not being an alien monster that never changes!
 * Vegeta: We Saiyans evolved as a warrior race. We retain our youthfulness so we can fight longer.
 * Bulma: Hmph! I guess your race didn't evolve with enough brains to have good manners!




 * Goku: You can't beat those stadium hot dogs!
 * Vegeta: Hot dogs? Enough already. Tell me the real reason you're fighting.
 * Goku: Okay. But I'd really rather talk about hot dogs!




 * Vegeta: So your son has the same slack attitude as mine.
 * Goku: Heh heh heh heh heh heh. Well, it's easy to get a little soft in times of peace.




 * Vegeta: Pan has the right attitude. I'm going to enter as well. And guess what else? Trunks is entering. Aren't you, son?
 * Trunks: Huh?
 * Vegeta: If you don't, I'll cut your allowance in half!




 * Trunks: (when entering the World Tournament stadium) Hey, Goten, who was it that won last time we fought here?
 * Goten: That was last time.