Edit: I need to make a BIG edit! I know I haven't updated this story in a while, but that's because I had lost my flash drive with all of my work for a while and was very disheartened by it. But during that time I've been developing this story and oh boy, a lot has changed.

First of all, I'm adding in even more of my own stuff for the PPG and RRB. Like before this fic was pretty heavily based on the anime, it's why it was in the PPGZ category here. But that's just no longer the case. So I'm going to be moving it to the PPG category.

The other thing that's happening is that I'm racebending some of the characters. Not all of the characters obviously, bit it's going to happen. If that makes you mad or upset then please click away. I've thought a lot about this and will be going through with it.

Anyways, on to the rest of the story. Thank you for your patience!

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Powerpuff Girls Ready for Action is now back in action! I will say that actually taking time to re-read and edit my original story. It's this new thing I'm trying out; actually giving myself time to breathe and edit and such, not worrying about getting chapters out as quickly as possible. Hopefully, this pays off.

For those who don't know this fic of mine takes elements from PPGZ and the original PPG in ways I like and some stuff of my own. I haven't seen either series in a very long time so maybe I'm forgetting something, but hopefully, this all works out.

Enjoy!

Townsville, a bustling metropolis, is considered by many to be the center of scientific advancement. Thousands of brilliant minds flock to the city to work and collaborate on projects, in hopes of pushing humanity toward a greater understanding. One of these great minds belonged to a young man named John Utonium.

John Utonium came from humble beginnings; an only child born to two loving and doting parents, the young John showed a great affinity for science early on. Entering and winning multiple school science fairs, he graduated high school at the age of fifteen. He jumped straight into college, taking as many different courses as he could manage, graduating with multiple degrees at the age of twenty-one. With endless opportunities ahead of him, he headed to the city of Townsville to put his skills to work. Now at the age of twenty-five John Utonium, Professor Utonium to his colleagues, works within on the city's large government buildings where he and others worked toward solving the city's problems and hopefully the problems of the world at large.

Currently, John was writing up the final calculations to his latest project. He was very close to creating a new type of chemical that would help with cell and tissue regeneration. If everything went according to plan he'll have created a new type of medicine that will enable people to heal faster.

Once he finished writing up his calculation and double checked his work, he rolled his chair over to the computer and typed the calculations into the computer and hit 'enter'. He sat back and let the computer work its brand of magic. The machine buzzed and beeped, the screen flashed— hurting John's eyes a bit— and a low hum filled the lab room. John's brow furrowed sweat accumulating there despite his inactivity. He simply couldn't help but worry that he had made a mistake somewhere. Soon the buzzing and humming stopped. A loud ding sound signaled that the computer was finished working.

John let out a breath he had been holding and stood up. He walked over to a door that sat on the far left wall and stopped to put on standard protective lab gear; plastic bags on his feet, plastic jacket, gloves, plastic cap for his head, and goggles. Once he was all dressed he walked into the adjacent room. The room was a pure white, representing the pristine atmosphere and its overall cleanliness. In the center of the room, there was a large tube that connected the floor to the ceiling. He walked up to the large tube and typed on the small keypad that sat on its face. After a few seconds, a small door opened. A metal clamp extended out of the opening, holding a glass flask with a bubbling black liquid inside of it. John smiled to himself and pulled the flask from the clamp, feeling the weight of his creation in his hand. He walked back over to the door and pressed a button on a speaker that sat to the left of the door.

"Dr. Tanaka."

There were a few seconds of static. "Professor Utonium," the soft, high pitched voice said, "is there something you need for your work?"

"No, no thank you." John smiled even though Dr. Tanaka wouldn't be able to see it. "I just...I just wanted to inform you that we've done it!"

It was silent for a moment and then Dr. Tanaka spoke slowly, "You...you mean the chemical? Chemical X?"

"Yes!"

"That's wonderful!" Dr. Tanaka exclaimed; John could hear the large smile on her face. "I will alert the Mayor's assistant, right away!"

"Good, we'll have to start testing right away, but I believe that we've made history today!"

"Yes, this will—"

The alarm blared; echoing off of all the walls. Red warning lights flashed all throughout the building. John Utonium held the flash tightly.

"Dr. Tanaka, what's going on?"

"Someone has broken into the West Sector!"

'The West Sector...' John frowned.

The West Sector was dedicated to defense and military advancement. If someone or a group of someones broke into that sector they were definitely going after powerful weapon of some kind.

"We're being authorized to go into level four lockdown," Dr. Tanaka exclaimed. "Please get to safety and protect the chemical!" Then she was gone.

John tried to keep his hands steady as he worked to seal the flask. Once the chemical was safely sealed John left the white room, ripping the plastic cap from his head. He made his way down the hall toward the nearest safe room. The alarm was still blaring and many other scientists were running about trying to protect their experiments and discoveries. John was bumped in the shoulder and almost dropped the flask. But luckily he was able to hold on to it. He couldn't believe the amount of panic and disorganization going on around him.

'This must mean that the intruder has advanced far into the building.' He shuddered at the thought.

As he turned the corner a loud explosion sounded, blowing a giant hole in the left side of the wall, just a few feet in front of John. The blast blew debris all over the hall; a few pieces his other scientist who couldn't get out of the way fast enough; one huge piece hit John in his left side causing him to fall to the ground, crushing his leg in the process. He held the flask up so it didn't shatter on the ground. John groaned in pain; his leg and side were bleeding profusely.

Out of the hole stepped a figure that stood well over nine feet tall. Through his hazy vision John could see a white and purple helmet; from the way, the light gleamed off of the object he guessed it was made of some kind of metal. Underneath a long, dark purple cape, John saw a glimpse of robotic feet. The figure held some kind of gun in its right hand and behind it, a group of smaller robots, seemingly cobbled together from random scraps, stepped out of the hole; some carrying bags full of who knew what. John shifted a bit, trying to hide the flask with his body.

The figure turned toward John, and he could see that it was a green-skinned ape. It had black fur framing its face and blood-shot eyes with beady black irises. It glared down at John for a long moment, as if it were considering something.

"And what are you trying to conceal from me, you pathetic and worthless little man?" The ape's voice was deep and menacing. Even with everything that has happened John was still shocked that it spoke.

John tried to speak, tried to demand answered from this...this monster. But all that came out was a pain filled wheeze; the ape snorted and stepped closer to John. The young scientist tried to move away, but his injuries made that almost impossible. The ape kicked him in his injured leg and holstered his gun.

"You humans this you are so great and powerful. That nature will simply bend to your will."

The ape grabbed John by his right arm and lifted him up off the ground. John cried out, pain surging through his body, his consciousness slipping. His grip loosened and the flask slipped from his hand. The ape caught it. It looked down at the flask, tilting it this way and that way as he tried to figure out what was in it. Then the ape's eyes widen in realization.

"Perhaps you are not as useless as I first thought."

John slipped in and out of consciousness, his eyes falling closed. "Who..."

The ape dropped John's limp body. "Soon...you and every other human will know my name." Then, the ape and its robots left the ruined facility, disappearing into the night, just as the police showed up.

The large figure was specifically a chimpanzee; one that had been born into captivity and taken from his mother at just a few months old. He was experimented on for various reasons: drug testing, makeup, and genetic alterations. That last one is what gave the chimp his odd coloration, large brain, and ability to speak.

One day, the chimp escaped, killing his captured and escaped into the forest. He named himself Mojo Jojo and discovered a cave near the bottom of a volcano. Over the years with his vast intellect he built a secret lab, where he worked on his various inventions. Mojo was going to make humans pay for all they had done to him and others of his kind. He had many plans running through his mind, and he was sure with this chemical he had just stolen that he would be on his way to achieving everything he wanted.

As he entered his secret lab a slight worry crept up on him. He had been treated with chemicals for most of his life, would he really use this chemical— Chemical X— on his brethren? Mojo shook his head; the ends justified the means.

Mojo took a few moments to set things into motion. He took a small amount of the chemical and examined it; breaking it down to its individual components. He wrote it down, scribbling down his own notes ad calculations in the margins. After a few hours of writing and re-writing, he thought he was ready. Mojo mixed up his own concoction and added it to Chemical X. He set his notes aside and set the flask on a tray in a small metal box. The box was hooked up to a large computer and Mojo typed in some instructions. The glass door on the metal box closed and the computer started its work. The machine buzzed and beeped; Mojo smiled to himself. Suddenly the red lights started to flash and a warning buzzer started blaring. Mojo moved quickly, typing on the computer, trying to find the source of the problem. Inside the metal box, the flask shook violently.

Mojo typed in the override code but it was too late. The flask exploded, causing a chain reaction in which the metal box and computer exploded as well. Mojo was thrown across the room, the explosions setting various things including all of his notes on fire. Mojo hit the wall hard and got knocked out.

From the burning wreckage six balls of light, three white and three black, all with a meter radius flew out, buzzing about the lab before crashing through a vent and flew out into the night sky. A bunch of little black lights, fifteen centimeters in diameter, flew out after them. As the lights flew about, heading back to the city, the lives of many citizens would be changed forever.