6 Months later...
Pan rushed forward and attacked Whis's left before feinting back and throwing her foot to try and trip him. The angel gracefully outdid her foot-play and tripped her on her face.
"Tsk tsk, to slow, you have to learn to act without thinking," said Whis.
Pan scowled and rose to her feet. "Easier said than done."
Whis shrugged. "It would be easier if you had sparing partner, are you sure you don't want me to bring one of your family members?"
Pan narrowed her eyes. "Absolutely not!"
Whis gave her a helpless look. "There's only so far I can push you without a partner of roughly equal skill to test yourself against. Anyway, that's enough sparring for today."
"But we've only been going for an hour!" whined Pan.
Whis raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want me to keep knocking you on your butt every ten seconds for another hour? I'd think you'd eventually get tired of it day after day.
Pan shrugged. "What can I say? I'm stubborn."
Whis pointed at the ground. "Well, if you're not tired, you can do some image training, or, you can exercise."
Pan sighed. "Fiiineee, I'll do another ten-thousand sit ups."
Pan sat down, and without a word, Whis snapped his fingers and bombarded her with heavy gravity. Pan winced momentarily before she started exercising. Almost immediately, she put her body on auto-pilot and started brooding, as usual. These last few months had passed as an exhausting blur. It was a simple life, but she enjoyed it: Eat, chores, exercise, training, and sleep was all she lived and breathed, especially in the early months. Back then, she could barely last a few hours of exercising before collapsing and waking up the next day in her bed. Whis was a hard teacher, but he was incredibly insightful, and seemed to know what limits to push her to every day.
The training had been... strange. Ever since she had gotten first home from the other Dimensions, she had always pushed herself as a Super Saiyan 2. She rarely trained in her base state. Now, it seemed like all they did was train in their base states, she hadn't gone Super Saiyan for the last three months. She did not question the training though, no, there was no need to. She could feel the raw difference in strength she had even with only half a year's worth of training under the angel's tutelage.
Not only that, she had started feeling... flickers... of Whis's and Beerus's presence, almost like she could somewhat feel their ki. She knew she was getting close to the moment she had been waiting for, her first steps into godhood, but, she hadn't mentioned it yet, wanting to surprise Whis in a spar at some point. Her thoughts went silent for a moment before they began to slip further into the past, beyond the last six months. Her first instinct was to try to banish them and shove them down again as she had done countless times before, but, it was tiring arguing with her own mind about them.
Her thoughts flickered to the Dimensional Tournament. What a miserable experience that had been. The later half had been a complete and utter disaster. Her fight with Coli, her suicide attempt, Odianna saving her and straightening her out, the fight with Kale, the arguing with her family and then... then...
She sighed. Then the betrayal. Her family refused to fight Kale for Odianna. It was a betrayal against what she believed in, and had once thought about them. It brought back a memory...
Odianna growled. "Pan, you are an idiot."
Pan withered under her rebuke.
Odianna viciously scolded her. "Why do you keep comparing yourself to your Grandfather over and over again? There's no point to it, no purpose but to eat away at yourself. I want you to repeat after me: I am a twelve year old girl, eight back then."
"I... I am a twelve y-year old g-girl, e-eight back then," stammered Pan.
"My Grandfather, who is older, faster, stronger, and more experienced, with a GOD FORM hidden up his ass, is not someone I should compare every action I do with, nor base my entire life around him and his morals and judgments," said Odianna, her voice thin.
Pan looked up at her in disbelief.
"Say it Pan," said Odianna, her voice taking on a warning tone.
"M-my G-grandfather, who is o-older, f-faster, s-stronger, and mm... mm... more experienced, with a... a god form h-hidden up his... his...," Pan stammered and got stuck on.
Odianna rolled her eyes. "You can skip that word."
Pan looked slightly relieved and struggled to continue, "...is not s-someone I should compare e-every action I do w-w-with, n-nor base my e-entire life around h-him and his m-morals and j-judgements."
Maybe... maybe she was an idiot after all. Always holding herself up to an impossible standard, and a fake standard to boot. She could freely admit now, she had idolized Son Goku...
She stopped herself momentarily and grumbled at herself. "He's still your Grandpa, being pissy at him doesn't change that."
She had idolized her Grandpa to a stupid degree, as if he were a saint, an invincible pure hearted super hero. To be honest though, while he was a good guy, he wasn't perfect. He could be pretty selfish, and dumb, and pushy, and sloppy, and just... well... human, aside from being Saiyan of course. He made mistakes, a lot of them. Understanding that, it didn't hurt as much that he thought she had betrayed him, though, it still stung and made her feel bitter and petty. What really hurt was that he had turned away from helping Odianna.
That fact cemented in her head that he sure as hell wasn't invincible, just stupidly strong. The whole timeplane mess had proved that way back then, but, she had basically glossed over that fact at the time. Grandpa had been beaten or broke even with Cell, King Cold, and Black. Not to mention, any God of Destruction or an Angel could obviously beat him into the dirt if they fought.
She muttered to herself. "He's just a man, a great man I can admit, but a man nonetheless."
She smirked. "But me, I'll be better. I'll be more than a girl, more than a woman that I'll eventually grow up to be."
She nodded in satisfaction. Oh yes, she was going to become so much more. Soon enough, she'd become a god. Then, she'd play catch-up to close the power gap between herself and her dad and Vegeta. Then, she'd figure out the whole Kaio-Ken Super Saiyan Blue combo and match Grandpa. After that, she'd go even further beyond. She'd figure out how to use that green energy, and she'd become something so much more.
She could remember the memory Grandpa had shown her, of when she went 'Super Saiyan Green'. She was already so much stronger in than she had been back then without the 'Green' power boost. If she went 'Green' now, how strong would she become? If she went 'Green' after she had caught up to her Grandpa, just how powerful would she be? It was hard to wrap her mind around.
She nodded in satisfaction as an answer hit her: She'd be strong enough to do whatever she wanted and no one could tell her otherwise.
Her thoughts turned back towards the Dimensional Tournament. The first half of it had been boring as hell. She was tempted to skip any further ones just to avoid the annoyance. Though, there was some interesting techniques and things she had seen, not to mention those ridiculous vendors...
Pan walked out, spotting a few stalls with strange looking vendors behind tables, she walked up to one, "Hey there."
"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.
"What would you recommend?" asked Pan.
"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.
Pan frowned. "Umm... but what would you recommend?"
"Greetings, please take and enjoy the food," said the Vendor.
Pan rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"They're god constructs, they were only created to serve food, don't bother talking to them," said a voice behind her.
Pan turned to see an angel approach and load up his own plate of food. "Mmm, I so enjoy events like this."
"What's a god construct?" asked Pan, grabbing a plate and starting to pile food on it.
"A god construct is an artificial creation of a god created for a singular purpose. They lack personality and *crunch crunch*, ehum, and any information that was not infused within them," explained the Angel, munching on food the entire time.
Pan's eyes furrowed. Wait a second, that gave her an idea...
Pan turned her head. "Hey Whis! Cut the gravity."
Whis raised an eyebrow and did so. "Done for the day?"
She shook her head. "Nah, I got a question for you. Can you make God Constructs?"
Whis seemed surprised. "Make a God Construct? Well, yes, I can. It's not my forte, nor do I have much experience with it, but all Angels are taught how to make them. Why do you ask?"
"The Vendors at the tournament were God Constructs, right?" she asked.
Whis nodded. "Correct."
"Created just to vend and serve food?" asked Pan.
"Yes," answered Whis.
"Can you create them for other purposes?" asked Pan.
Whis shrugged. "Of course."
"What about for fighting?" asked Pan.
Whis nodded. "Yes."
Pan grinned. "Didn't you say something earlier about wanting me to have a sparring partner? What about a God Construct?"
Whis stared at her, a brief dumbstruck look on his face. "Oh... well... huh..."
He seemed rather pleased with her idea. "An excellent suggestion, a most excellent suggestion. That may help both of us out."
Pan titled her head. "Both of us?"
"I... err... could use the support training you," stammered Whis.
Pan shrugged. "Well, get to it!"
Whis could hardly believe his luck. Pan had just handed him the key to fulfill his mission that the Omno-King had given him! It was a shame he had shirked that lesson in his past, if he had more experience with God Constructs, the idea would most likely have come to him at some point.
It was time to lay the bait. "Making a God Construct for fighting requires an... infusion of power."
Pan tilted her head. "Infusion?"
"I have to take power from you, add a bit of unrefined ki of my own, add in combat memories that you have, and fuse them all together," half-lied Whis.
The 'take power part' was a complete lie, but, it would do.
Pan seemed to accept the lie. "Well, okay. I don't like losing power, but, if I'm fighting an equal I'll improve and make it up much faster than fighting alone."
Whis nodded. "Correct. "
Whis walked up to Pan. "I will also need a few a few strands of hair to use as the base."
Pan gave him a perplexed look. "Base?"
"Well, you can't just create a God Construct out of nothing but ki," explained Whis.
Pan yanked a few strands of hair out and handed them to him. "K'ay."
Whis walked a ways away, turned, and placed the strands of hair on the ground. "Please stand very still Pan. Now, I'm going to need you to relax, but, be prepared for a bit of pain."
Pan nodded. "Pain ain't anything I can't handle."
Whis tapped into the knowledge the Omni-King had granted, and aimed both hands at Pan. He made a pulling motion, and Pan gave a startled cry as blue and green energy snaked out of her body and began to flow towards the strands of hair. An outline of a girl started to appear, filling with the offered energy. Whis continued to pull, drawing more and more energy, now fully green, out of her until only brief strands remained. Satisfied, he let the stragglers of power slip back into her. It would be enough, trying to take every single scrap of it out of her would damage her ki too much. He was certain he had cut a rather large chunk of power out of her, anymore would be unwise.
The God Construct on the ground began to glow, and Whis aimed a hand at it, feeding it unrefined ki and focusing his efforts to complete the creation. Skin began to form, followed by its bodily features. Within another minute, a duplicate of Pan laid on the ground, staring blankly up at the sky.
Pan herself was on her knees, shivering. "Oh... oh wow... I... I don't feel so good."
Whis gave her a sympathetic look. "Having a part of one's ki stripped and gifted away is a most unusual sensation. It will pass. You'll be pleased to know the God Construct is almost complete."
Pan rubbed her forehead, stifling the urge to collapse and moan in agony. Whis hadn't told her JUST how much that would hurt. Gods dammit! Her head was aching like crazy, and her ki felt like it was in revolt all throughout her body, as if it were missing some key component of itself. She shivered hugging her arms tight to her chest, before she looked up to take a look at the God Construct.
Her eyes went wide. "Woah! It looks just like me and... hey... PUT SOME CLOTHES ON HER YOU PERVERT!"
Whis rolled his eyes and aimed a hand at the construct. There was a flash of light and a simple turtle hermit gi appeared on it.
Pan nodded with satisfaction. "Better, just wish I could do the same about my headache..."
Whis chuckled softly before walking over. "Perhaps I should have used myself as a base, it was rather rude of me to take the power your working so hard to gain."
Pan shrugged. "Little late now, its fine."
Pan gave the God Construct another look over. "You know, you gods... really have some cool powers and abilities... I kinda wish I was one."
Whis raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, you'll be a Super Saiyan God at some point."
Pan rolled her eyes. "That's different, that's just god ki."
Whis seemed to grow interested. "By chance, would you be interested in training to become the next God of Destruction? I've been trying to get Goku and Vegeta to take the offer, but they always decline."
Pan frowned. Become a God of Destruction huh? It would be a lot of power, but, being stuck with its responsibilities would be detrimental for her. Hrm... how to nicely decline?
"Would I have to wear those ridiculous clothes Beerus wears?" asked Pan.
Whis turned and aimed a hand at the God Construct. "I'll show you what you'd look like. I'll infuse it with the purpose and ki of a Destroyer God for a moment."
The God Construct glowed purple for a moment before its clothes warped.
Pan took one look at it and said, "Nope, not interested. If I have to wear THAT, then hell no. That's almost my entire stomach visible! That's way to much skin showing for my taste. I'm no skank!"
Whis rolled his eyes. "Of all things to refuse the position on, you choose clothing?"
Pan rolled her eyes right back at him. "It's one of several reasons. To be honest, if I can't wear my gis, I don't really want to take a job with a strict dress code. I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind the Kai clothing, its actually kind of cool, but..."
Whis turned and aimed a hand at the God Construct again. "Removing the infusion of a God of Destruction, and re-infusing it with the purpose and ki of a Supreme Kai."
The God Construct's ki and clothes began to warp and settle. It's clothes resembled Supreme Kai Shins. A dark green vest with a red outline that stretched down to above her knees. An orange cloth wrapped around its waist. Baggy teal underclothes, and dark red boots. On its ears were a set of Potara Earrings.
Pan nodded. "Much better."
She giggled. "Tee hee, its kind of like dressing a doll. Wow, I haven't done that in yeaaaars. You know, God Construct is such a long name. How about we just call her a doll?"
Whis shrugged. "As you wish."
"Ready to fight, Doll?" asked Pan, giggling afterwords.
The Doll did not move or respond.
"Erm, Pan, we still need to copy and infuse your fighting memories into it," explained Whis.
"Oh, erm, okay, guess its round three to have someone go through my mind," said Pan dryly.
Whis chuckled. "Oh we won't need to go that far. All I need to do is link your minds, and replicate any memories associated with fighting. Its not a complex or invasive procedure, I won't peer into any personal memories. Please come sit down next to it."
Pan nodded and sank to the ground next to her doll replica. She couldn't get over how much it looked like her. Well, aside from its eyes, they were blank looking. It was kind of unsettling to look into them.
Whis knelt down, put a finger to Pan's forehead, and then to the Dolls. "Copying."
Pan grew dizzy as memories flashed through her eyes faster than she could follow. A moment later, Whis took his fingers away from their heads and stood up.
"Rise Doll," said Whis.
Pan's eyes went wide, watching the doll stand up. Wow... that was so cool. She had thought the vendors back at the tournament were kind of dumb. But, seeing life being created so easily and quickly was awing. Though, it had hurt like hell for a moment. She cringed at a thought, wondering if having a kid would hurt that much, or even more. Thankfully THAT was still quite a few years off, if she even bothered. Making the Dimensions a better place wouldn't really leave her time to even think about a family, sad as the thought was. Anyway...
Pan walked a ways away and eagerly turned. "Ready to fight?"
The Doll assumed her own fighting stance, making Pan's eye go wide once again with glee.
"Oh, this is going to be sweet," whispered Pan to herself before rushing at the Doll...
Whis watched, eyebrow raised the entire time, as Pan and the Doll beat eachother into a raw bloody pulp. "Children these days."
He raised a hand and released a pulse of energy, separating the two of them. "That's enough for now."
Pan pouted. "But were only getting started! We haven't even transformed yet! Er..."
Pan turned. "Hey Doll? Can you go Super Saiyan?"
The Doll did as commanded, its hair flying up and turning yellow.
Pan's eyes went wide. "Sweet!"
"Well, it was created from your hair, your DNA, so it has your capabilities in addition to its godly infusion," explained Whis, "Now, you need to go get yourself cleaned up for dinner, off you go."
Pan sighed before leaving. "Okay."
Whis watched her leave before saying, "Are you going to hide all day Lord Beerus or come out?"
There was a rustle behind him as Beerus left his hiding spot to stand next to Whis. "So, I take it you accomplished the Omni-Kings task?"
Whis nodded. "It was Pan who actually gave me the idea to create a God Construct as a sparring partner. I simply preformed the technique and siphoned off the power the Omni-King wanted removed from her. Pan's actually rather smitten with the construct, calls it 'Doll'."
Beerus pointed at the Doll. "What do you intend to do with that? The power has been removed from Pan, yes, but I'm unsure if leaving it within a mere construct is a wise idea."
Whis shrugged. "After it has served its purpose as Pan's sparing partner and she leaves, I'll simply dispose of it. It's simply a God Construct after all. Speaking of which, I might as well store it away when its not in use."
Whis waved his staff at it, teleporting the God Construct into the pocket dimension within his staff...
Towa had been mortified. She had watched as Pan's glorious green energy was stripped from her. She had thought she had lost everything. Then, she had the most wondrous of ideas when she laid her eyes on the God Construct.
She smiled wickedly to herself, flexing her hand and staring down at her Demon Time Ring. "This will be glorious."
She clenched her hand and tapped into its power, making sure to try and not draw attention to herself. She transported herself into Whis's pocket dimension, coming out a few feet away from the 'Doll' as Pan had called the God Construct. She walked around it slowly, savoring the sight of a completely empty mind and soul.
"Oh how clever of the angel, to think he trapped the power in a useless vessel, to be disposed of at his pleasure," mocked Towa.
She stared with disdain at its clothing. "Though, making it a Kaioshin God Construct is distasteful to me, oh well."
She walked back around to the front of the God Construct. "A soulless husk, empty of mind, feeling, and function outside of fighting. We're going to have to do something about that, won't we?"
Towa licked her lips and placed a hand upon it's head. "Oh, such an emptiness, a blank canvas to be drawn upon. Fret not my pet, fret not my puppet. I will fill you with the scrapings of souls I've ripped apart. I will give you thought and intelligence. I will give you feelings, emotions..."
Towa smiled wickedly and leaned forward to whisper into it's ear as she poured her magic into it's body. "I will give you FEAR, and with that fear, you shall strike out against the gods..."
For the first time in its very short existence, the Doll blinked. It became aware of itself in the span of a single moment and looked around, staring at the blank area it found itself in. It grew curious...
It stopped momentarily and tested out its voice with its first act of independence. "I am not an it. I'm a girl like that other girl..."
In the span of a moment, memories flashed through her eyes, from the moment she had been born, up until she had awoken to her awareness. The girl she had been sparring with, Pan, she seemed a bit odd at times, but not unlikable. She didn't however like the angel that had been watching them fight for some reason...
...and then the reason hit it. The Angel said it was going to kill her...
It chilled her to the core, and she spoke out fearfully, "I... I don't want to die..."
In the span of a single moment, a green energy engulfed her body before it suddenly fizzled out and faded. She stared at her hands curiously, flashing through her memories she had inherited of Pan. She narrowed in on its one memory she had gotten, the fight between Pan and a certain 'Black'.
That power would be enough to stop the Angel from killing her if she grew strong enough training with Pan...
Wait...
Pan. The power. The god and the angel had spoken about taking a power from Pan. They had stolen it from the child and stored it away inside of her. Despicable. Yet, the girl had been so easily deceived.
It made the Doll agitated at the child. "Stupid girl."
She shook her head. Still, the girl was being used, just like she herself was being used. Perhaps she could be useful, could be an ally if need be. For now, she needed to wait and grow stronger. They thought her a simple God Construct with no form and thought outside of fighting, she needed to keep that visage up, at least until she was ready.
When she was, it would be kill or be killed. She would NOT let herself die! She would kill the gods and angels!
Her memories flickered back to Pan. "And I know just the naive and stupid girl who will help me do it..."