"I think I've figured it out!"
Buttercup raised an eyebrow and turned to her blonde sister. The two super powered twelve year olds were sitting at the side of the pool their father installed in the back yard a few years earlier. They were eating popsicles and dipping their legs in the cool water. The Professor made it a rule that the girls weren't allowed to swim in it unless he was home. The rule didn't make much sense to the three, but they followed it anyway. He could be a bit overprotective at times. So until him and Blossom got back from the grocery store, they were stuck waiting at the side of the pool in the hot, summer heat.
"What? That you should be wearing sunscreen like the Professor told you to?" Buttercup asked, rolling her eyes and turning back to her slowly melting popsicle.
"Like you're one to talk! You never wear sunscreen!" the blonde cried.
"I don't need to. See? I'm tanning," Buttercup grumbled, shoving her tan arm in her sister's face. "Unlike you, you're gonna burn to a crisp! You've got more freckles than Blossom, and she's a ginger!" she laughed.
"I like my freckles. They're cute on me," Bubbles mumbled, shoving her sister's arm away from her. "Anyway, that's not what I was talking about. I mean, I think I figured out your power!"
That certainly got Buttercup's attention. "What are you talking about?" she asked, turning and giving her full attention to Bubbles.
"Y'know, how Blossom's got her ice breath and I can speak three different languages. I think I figured out want you can do. I think you've got super strength!"
"All three of us have super strength, brainless. Besides, we already know my power. I can curl my tongue, remember?" Buttercup asked, sticking her tongue out and demonstrating her tongue curling talent to her sister.
"That's not a power! Mitch can do that too!" Bubbles exclaimed. "And you're stronger than Blossom and me,"
"That's because I work out all the time. I didn't get these sick guns from sitting on the couch all day watching cartoons like you," Buttercup laughed. She threw her popsicle stick across the yard and started flexing her barely toned biceps.
Bubbles laughed with her. Then she finished her popsicle, and got up to throw it out. "You're right. I guess I just forgot," she called over her shoulder and went inside.
But Bubbles was right in one aspect, Buttercup did have a special power. And it wasn't just her amazing tongue curling ability.
"Get up, lazy bones! We're going to be late for school!" Blossom all but shouted, sticking her head into her sister's messy room.
Groaning, Buttercup buried her head further into the pillow. "I don't wanna go to school… I'm skipping today,"
"You can't skip every time we have a math test, Buttercup. You're going to fail if you take another zero on a test. Do you want to be grounded?"
Buttercup paused. Her sister was right, of course. She was always right.
"Okay, whatever. I'm getting up," she groaned. But she didn't move until she heard her sister close her door and walk away.
Slowly, she turned onto her back and sat up. She yawned and scratched absent-mindedly at the back of her head. Boy, convincing the Professor that they all should have their own rooms was the best thing they ever did. Privacy was the most precious thing in the world, she was sure of it.
She then concentrated on cracking her back, stretching and twisting until her back made a satisfying crack! Sighing contently, she was finally ready to get up. She reached out in the dark to where she knew her lamp was.
And just when she felt her fingers brush the cool metal surface of the lamp switch, a bright flash of electricity went from the lamp to her fingers, making a loud eruption sound and effectively breaking her lamp.
Yelping, Buttercup jumped from her bed and into the air. Breathing heavily, she hovered close to the roof, staring into the darkness where she knew her lamp was.
Then she realized, her hand didn't hurt! She was just electrocuted, how was she not in pain? She stared down at her hand, wondering what exactly just happened.
She was still staring down at her hand when both of her sisters burst through her door, flooding her room with light. Her hand didn't look any different either, definitely not what you'd expect it to look like, considering she was electrocuted bad enough to blow up her lamp.
"What happened?! Were you attacked?" Blossom demanded, looking around the room for any enemy that might have snuck in.
"My stupid lamp shocked me!" Buttercup exclaimed, finally looking away from her hand to the broken, burned up remains of what used to be her favorite lamp.
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bubbles asked, flying quickly up to where her sister was at the roof of her room. She took her sister's outstretched hand and examined it. Seeing nothing wrong with it, she dropped it and grabbed the other hand, which was resting at Buttercup's side. She pouted, seeing nothing wrong with that hand either.
"My hand is fine," Buttercup grumbled, snatching her hand from her sister.
"Then what got shocked?" Blossom asked, flying up to meet her sisters.
"My hand... It doesn't hurt or anything, though. It just startled me," Buttercup answered.
Blossom's eyes narrowed at her sister's hand. "Well, that's weird," was her only response.
And it when it happened again at school later that day the girls began to suspect that it was Buttercup creating these short electric bursts. And when it happened for a third time at home, they knew that was the case. Buttercup finally found her special power.
The rest of the story will revolve around the girls in highschool, and might be a bit Bubbles-centric. Of course, the Rowdyruff Boys will play a role in the story too, but in later chapters.
I hope you've enjoyed reading!