Chapter 1 Welcome to Angel Grove Part 1
In the beautiful sea side city of Angel Grove, California, a teenage boy in a red shirt and a brown jacket came riding in on a motorcycle. He took off his helmet to see the sign. The sign showed a picture of an angel with large, extravagant wings and open arms. The sign read "Welcome to Angel Grove, birth place of the world famous Power Rangers." The boy took a breath and smirked at the sign. "Yup, this must be the place," he said with a smile before entering the town. The boy in red knew that this was his chance to start a new life. A chance for new beginnings.
Meanwhile, on a distant planet, a group of black cloaked figures were gathered around a large symbol that appeared to have been made with animal blood. They sat with candles as they chanted some strange dark spell. The symbol began to glow and a bright flame engulfed it. From out of the flame stepped a tall, menacing figure. He had horns on his head that curved downward and a bony jaw with half of his face being metallic; he was mostly red with metallic parts and armor. He held in one hand a staff with a Z on it. He grinned menacingly as he looked on at the subjects who had freed him. "I'm back baby!" The subjects who had freed him removed their cloaks to reveal themselves as alien monsters. One looked like a large rooster wearing armor, one looked like a cat with armor and a massive axe on his back, and the other looked like a humanoid female with blue skin red eyes and white hair wearing ninja style clothes. The cat warrior spoke. "We are your servants my liege, the cult of the black blood. We wish to follow your command." The evil creature smiled menacingly at his new minions. "Then it's time to conquer Earth! Ahahahaha!"
Back on the aforementioned planet, the teenage boy from before parked into a school parking lot and walked into a high school. The school was called Angel Grove High. The boy walked into the principal's office. The principal turned with a kind and welcoming smile. "Hello there. You must be Chris Clarkson. I've heard good things about you."
The boy smirked in response. "Rumors. All untrue, I can assure you." he said with a laugh. The principle laughed a little as well.
"Well, I'm Principle Greene. We look forward to having you." They shook hands and then Chris left with his class schedule in tow. He stepped into his first class. The first thing he noticed was a girl in yellow with one blue eye and one green eye. He sat down next to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Love your eyes," he said with a smirk. She looked at him at first like she was offended.
"Excuse me?" she asked him, slightly agitated.
He quickly tried to defend himself by holding up his hands. "Don't misunderstand! I'm not making fun of you or hitting on you or anything like that. I just literally think they're cool. Heterochromia right?"
The girl smiled and quickly calmed down. "Yeah. Sorry, I thought you were one of those bullies that likes to tease me about them. You really think their cool?" she said, hiding a slight blush.
"Yeah," he said smirking. They talked some more until the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. The teacher took out an attendance sheet and started marking people off.
"Alright, the only person missing is Spike Skullovitch," she said looking around. "Spike Skullovitch?" A skinny kid came running into the class room with his pants ripped up. (Bulk and Skull theme starts playing.) All the students were laughing at the poor kid.
"Sorry I'm late Mrs. Robinson, but as soon as my dad dropped me off this huge dog with sharp teeth and beady eyes-" however the aforementioned teacher cut him off.
"I don't want to hear any excuses Mr. Skullovitch. Just go get you're tardy and go down to the nurses office to get patched up."
He bowed his head in sadness. "Yes ma'am," He then left the room to do just that. After classes were over, Chris and the girl, who he learned was named Amber, were walking to the parking lot. Chris hopped on his bike and put on his helmet.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked.
Amber thought about it for a second. She did think he was kind of cute, but she didn't know him that well and decided against it. "No, that's okay. I can walk." she said smiling.
"You sure?" he asked with concern.
She nodded. "I'm sure," Chris shrugged and drove off. He was driving over to his grandparents house where he would be staying. On his way there, he felt thirsty so he stopped at a place called Ernie's Juice bar. He walked in and, from what he could tell, it was a non-alcoholic bar that was also a youth center with many different classes and activities. He sat down at the bar and a large elderly man walked over.
He was drying a glass and looked at Chris. "Name's Ernie. Can I get you anything?"
Chris nodded. "Sure, Dr Pepper."
"Your not from around here are you?" asked the man. Chris smirked and shrugged.
"Is it that obvious?" he asked. Ernie laughed.
"Well, I've never seen you around," he said. "I think you'll enjoy Angel Grove. There's a lot of history here."
"So I've heard. This is the birth place of the Power Rangers right?"
Ernie nodded. "Welcome to town... I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"Chris," he replied.
Ernie smiled. "Right, welcome to Angel Grove Chris."
While Chris drank his Dr. Pepper, a large man in a leather jacket, a skinny guy, and Spike from school walked in. (Bulk and Skull theme plays again) "Ah, the youth center. Brings back fond memories, right Skull."
"Sure does Bulky," replied the skinny guy.
"Your in luck Spike, you get to hang out at our old stomping grounds from now on. Ya know me and your old man are pretty famous around this parts." said Bulk.
"Yeah," said the skinny one. "We helped save the entire town from an alien invasion back in '98!"
Spike's eyes swelled up with amazement and admiration for his father and his uncle. "Wow, really?"
"Yup," Bulk was now grinning ear to ear and patted his friend on the back. "Were real heroes, aren't we Skull?"
"Yeah, heroes." This earned him a slap on the head and a glare from Bulk.
"Didn't I tell you not to repeat everything I say?"
"Sorry," he said. They slowly made their way over to a table as a man spilled a smoothie on the floor causing Bulk and Skull to trip. Spike was laughing his head off until he slipped as well and fell on top of them.
"What kind of home coming is this for home town heroes?" Bulk said getting up. Chris was trying hard to suppress his laughter at the antics of the three, when two guys walked over.
"Hey, you're that new guy from school right?" said a brown haired Hispanic boy with a blue shirt on and a darker blue jacket over it.
"Yeah, the name's Chris. What's up?" The other boy shook his hand.
"I'm Miguel Gonzalez. This is my buddy, Jake." He pointed to his friend who was a Caucasion kid with black hair and brown eyes wearing a black shirt and baggy jeans.
"Cool, It's nice to meet you guys," They proceeded to talk about their respective hobbies and such, when Amber and another girl in a blue skirt and pink tank top walked in. "Hey, Amber!"
The heterochromatic girl in yellow smiled. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here."
"Does that mean you're not happy to see me?"
"I don't know. Are you stalking me?"
Chris laughed. "I'm not. I swear."
"I'll hold you to it then."
This time it was the pink girl's turn to speak. "Stop flirting you guys. We have a history report to work on." This caused the two to blush slightly. She laughed at their embarrassment. "I'm Katey. It's nice to meet you. Were all heading to the Power Rangers Museum later you wanna come?"
"Sure, I just have to check in with my Grandparents first." He finished his drink and they all agreed to meet at the museum later.
On the moon the forces of evil were building a new base of operations. "Tell me," said Thrax, "what are your names?"
The first of the three new generals stepped forward. "Bakawk! I am general Bruster my lord!"
"I am Darkat, and I live to serve only you!" said the cat with the axe blade.
"And I," said the blue kunoichi, "am Vespera at your service."
Thrax nodded with approval at her seductive and sultry introduction. While his master was admiring Vespera, Bruster spoke again. "My liege, The Kage are working day and night. Soon we shall have a fortress from which you will rule all!"
"Excellent," he said with a wicked grin, "I think it's time we got the word out that Thrax is back in town."
Back on Earth, Chris rode to his Grandparents house who were very happy to see him. His Grandfather could only be described as a literally old school biker. The man was 77 years of age and wore an old worn out leather jacket. He also wore an American flag bandanna. It was hidden by his jacket, but he had a tattoo on his shoulder that said freedom. He had gotten it many years ago. One of his many "youthful transgressions" as he called them. He had learned from his mistakes, however, and now lived a nice quiet domestic life with his wife. He and the woman in question hugged their grandson with enthusiasm. "I see your still ridin' that little tricycle of yours kiddo," he joked. "It's still not as cool as my Harley."
Chris' grandmother scowled at her husband. "I still haven't gotten him to get rid of that awful thing." They all laughed.
"Hey, I was going to go to the Power Ranger Museum with my new friends for a little while. Is that okay?"
His Grandparents looked at each other for a second and thought it over. "It's okay with me," said his grandpa. "As long as they ain't doin' drugs or somethin'."
"Jerry!" his wife scolded.
"I'm just foolin' with the boy Tilly," he said with a smile. "Hey, before ya go could ya give me a hand in the garage?"
"Sure," They walked into the garage, and Grandpa Jerry grabbed his tool box to start working on his old Harley. It was a classic with a growl like a Doberman, and it was bright red. Chris loved his bike, but his grandpa's was something special. "I still don't get why you wanna sell this thing."
"Well I don't ride it anymore," he said. "Besides, we gotta pay the bills ya know. Times are tough."
Chris smiled. "Ya know, I'd be willing to buy it from you."
The old man simply smirked and shook his head. "We've had this conversation before. I can't sell it to ya. This bike is my most treasured possession. It has to go to someone I trust. Now hand me that wrench."
Chris did as he was told. "So you're saying you don't trust me?"
"I'm sayin' you're young and reckless. Besides, you couldn't afford it anyway." They both shared a laugh as they finished up. "That oughtta do it. Have fun with your friends. Dinner is at 8:00. Don't be late."
"Sure thing," said Chris as his grandpa went back in. He got on his own bike and took one last look at the old Harley before putting on his helmet. "Someday," he said. Then rode out of the garage. He drove to a strange and futuristic looking building. The sign read Museum of Power Rangers History. After parking, he walked in. He saw his new friends talking and walked over to them.
"Hey," said Amber, "isn't this place cool?"
"Yeah no kidding," Chris replied as he looked at all the artifacts in the museum.
"Unfortunately not all of these artifacts are real," said the middle aged curator of the museum, "only the ones that were donated like the rescue blasters. Hello, I'm Allan Drake, the curator. It's always nice to have young people in here." He shook everyone's hand and gave them a welcoming smile. The Museum was filled with replicas of power rangers weapons and donations of real ones. It also had pictures hanging of rangers whose identities were publicly known and news paper clippings.
"Woah, this place is sweet," Miguel said looking at the cycles. He couldn't help noticing a strange door. "Hey what's back there?"
"Nothing but a strange podium. It was here when I found this place. As far as we can tell it doesn't do anything. It looks cool though." As everyone was admiring the museum the ground began to shake.
"Earthquake?!" asked a rather freaked Chris. The tremor seemed to stop rather quickly.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Allan.
"Yeah," replied Katey, "we're fine, but what was that?"
A hefty security guard came running up with a panicked look on his face. "You guys are gonna wanna see this."
He brought everyone over to his office where there was a little TV. Thrax was seen on the television set smiling menacingly. "People of Earth, Thrax is back in town, and I'm going to finish what I started. As we speak an earthquake monster is tearing up Angel Grove from underground. It will be the first of many cities to fall unless you all bow down to me! Ahahahahaha!"
Everyone was dumbstruck. Then all of the sudden, the Earth started quaking again. Everyone was knocked off their feet. The curator and the guard were both knocked unconscious from head injuries, but the teens got up. All of the sudden a voice spoke in Chris's head. "Enter the room with the podium."
"What? Who is this?" he asked.
"A friend, trust me. We don't have much time."
"Guys, we have to go into the room with the podium."
"What?Why?" asked Jake.
"Just do it!" They all filed into the room and saw that there were multi-colored pads on the podium. The pads were glowing in an eerie manner, and everyone couldn't help but stare.
"Touch the pads."
"I think we're supposed to touch them," said Chris. One by one they touched the pads that corresponded with the colors they were wearing. Suddenly a bright light surrounded them all, and they were transported to a room that was filled with technology the likes of which no one had ever seen.
"Dude," said Miguel, "did we just enter the twilight zone?" Jake started to sing the twilight zone theme song at the joke that his friend made, but was elbowed in the chest by Amber. Suddenly a robot and a pale man in a white robe walked up.
"Greetings children," said the man. "I am Zoltron of Eltar."
"You're the one that was speaking in my mind?" asked Chris.
"Yes, I called you all here, because you are the only ones who can defeat Thrax."
"Why us?" asked Jake. "There must be like a million people more qualified than us."
"I've been watching you for quite some time, I can tell you possess the qualities necessary to take on this task."
"And if we refuse?" said Chris.
"Then your world is doomed." Zoltron responded flatly.
"Please you can do this, I know you can." said the robot.
"Who is this guy?" asked Katey.
"I am Alpha 7, a sentient artificial intelligence robot. I am Zoltron's friend and personal assistant."
"The choice is yours if you want to leave," said Zoltron, "but I fear what Thrax will do if someone doesn't stand up to him."
They all stood in deep thought. Then, finally Katey broke the silence. "I'm in."
"Me too," said Amber smiling.
"Someone's gotta do it. Might as well be us. I'm in too." said Jake
"Count me in." Meguel chimed in.
Chris was still thinking about it. Finally he spoke. "This is probably the craziest stupidest thing I have ever done, but I'm in too."
Zoltron smiled. "Excellent," he then materialized a suit case. In the suit case were 5 belt buckles, 5 bands, and 5 coins. "I'll explain everything later first put these things on," Everyone did as they were told. "The belt buckles are your power morphers. You insert your power coins in them. I had the coins recently forged by Ninjor. They are the most powerful power coins ever created. The bands are your communicators. You can use them to contact me or each other. To use the morphers simply call out the zodiac animals on your coin. You will instantly be transformed into power rangers."
"This is awesome," said Jake having his private geek moment.
"There is not a moment to spare. Alpha has locked onto the monsters current where abouts. We will teleport you there."
The team all got into position and held there morphers in front of them.
"Ready?" asked Chris.
"Ready!" they all replied.
"It's Morphin' time! Red tiger!"
"Blue wild dog!"
"Black monkey!"
"Yellow rabbit!"
"Pink feral cat!"
They were instantly teleported to the fight zone where the monster erupted from the ground. "Hey, who the hell are you Technicolor freaks?"
In their ranger forms they wore uniforms similar to the originals except the white parts were gold and the gold parts were silver. They also had new symbols and helmets resembling their new zodiac animals. Chris stepped forward now in red ranger gear. "We're the power rangers z-force, and you can tell Thrax were not giving up Earth without a fight!"
TBC
Next time on Power Rangers Z-force the gang gets used to their new powers and also find themselves in a whale of trouble as a book monster puts them all in classic literature. Also, Bulk, Spike, and Skull get jobs as janitors for the museum. Will they stop Thrax? Keep reading to find out!
Saix1234: I hope you like it. I know you are wondering where I've been lately and why I'm not working on next gen. Well, I hit a snag with that story and need to take time off of it to get more inspiration. Until then, I'll be working on this story alongside Sharingan Vampire who will be my editor. He has already established him self as a very acomplished PR fanfic writer, so I'm glad to have him with me on this project. Enjoy.