Disclaimer: I don't own Powerpuff Girls or its anime counterpart. The show and characters belong to the great creators, Craig McCracken and Genndy Tartakovsky. As well as the greatest network for cartoons and anime shows, Cartoon Network.

This story is both a combination of Powerpuff Girls and Powerpuff Girls Z. So in this story, the girls are thirteen. Original Characters are of my own creation.

Powerpuff Girls Z!

Chapter 1: Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice
Townsville

The city of Townsville…

A vast, present day and night, and advanced metropolis nestled in the United States of America near the ocean. And what a city it was to behold. It was the pride of the free world. Nearly one and a half the size of Manhattan, New York; and like New York, it had everything. Everything including the following: a highbrow museum, filled with the rarest historical exhibits, carrying within it prized and priceless artifacts. It had ultra-efficient public transportation, including its famous Magnetic Bullet Train.

It also had an honest local government; although much was said about who was running the Townsville City Hall for a while. Five-star Restaurants, like the famous French restaurant, Le Dunm Koing Donnet, who could serve up the best French cuisines ever. The City of Townsville also had an advanced learning Facility, namely Pokey Oaks High. The City even had a semi-active volcano.

And like every city, it also had needs for the citizens. For instance, a fully powerful and efficient police station, as well as the forces to make it work. A fully-stocked grocery store that was given fresh produce from the neighboring town of Farmsville. It even had a bowling alley. Townsville was the city that was built for anything to take the pressure off of its citizens. But other than that, Townsville was a proud, bustling melting pot of varied culture and communities.

Yes, Townsville was the city of dreams; it had everything…

KABOOM!

Suddenly and for no apparent reason what so ever, one of the complex buildings blew up, along with some of the streets not near any neighborhood areas. Not to mention there were a few fires here and there, caused by robbers who had looted the Townsville jewelry store, bank, refinery, and the convention building full of those little stuffed bean animals.

And like every city, they have their problems; crime, major disasters, even, and yet surprisingly, giant monsters. Townsville was fuming with crime, unable to do anything about it. The City of Townsville was in serious, serious…SERIOUS trouble. Day after day, crime lawlessness and evil were running rampant. The police force, as armed and capable as any force in the world, was however unable to do anything about it. The citizens, even though there were so many of them, were too afraid to do anything about it. The city's citizens had lost all hope. All seemed like it was over for the crime-infested, evil infected city of Townsville. The city as its people were utterly helpless and in desperate need of a true hero.

But who?

Was there no one who could help the forsaken city, and make it once more…a better place?

Malph's Groceries

The main grocery store of the City of Townsville was pretty much empty. Although it was still open, nobody dared to come out during this crime-filled violent night; even though the employees were still being paid overtime, they would have closed up the place a long time now. But no! One man was brave enough to step out, go inside, and shop for some produce. In the baking goods section, a hand reached out for a box of natural, non-artificial sweetener, or just plain old-fashioned Sugar. Next in the spices section, the same hand reached up to a shelf in that area, and pulled out what appeared to be a pepper shaker or two, both reading Spice. The next step on the way out was one of the Kids sections as the hand picked up three bags of some kind of strange product labeled Everything Nice.

After the hand had selected the items of choice, they were carefully placed in a shopping cart. Then as the cart was moved into the light, the owner of the hand could finally be seen. He was a man, probably in his late thirties, tall, physically fit figure, and wearing a dress shirt with a black tie, black work pants and black shoes. But what was most distinguishable about him was the lab coat that he wore with two pens in his pocket, and the pipe he had in his mouth. He was a neat clean fellow with a friendly fatherly face, with carefully parted black hair and thick eyebrows.

He pushed his cart to a quick pay computerized cashier machine. He paid for his products as he scanned their barcodes in, paid for them, and received his change. But as soon as he did, he heard guns being cocked as he turned and saw the elderly cashier emptying the register as three masked assailants had her at machine gun point. The man sighed as he pushed his cart out of there, feeling like he was unable to do anything.

…boy was he ever wrong for once.

But who was this man? Whoever he was, with the ingredients he had, he was now more determined than ever to complete his experiment as he went to his car; a Voltswagon. He was a man; a forward thinking man who looked back to a sweeter time, to sweeten the town up once more. A man determined to spice up the people of Townsville. A man who was planning to make everything nice once more in the City of Townsville. A man…who held the ingredients to Townsville's salvation.

But just as he finished unloading his cart and put his supplies in the car, a couple of shadows loomed over him. He sharply turned and came face to face with five individuals. Their leader, a tall seventeen year old boy, wearing a white long-red sleeved shirt, wearing a blue and orange 70s-style quilted ski vest vest, khaki jeans with the bottoms torn slightly, black boots, straight greasy black hair and shady sunglasses. He also had a deck of cards in his left had that he was bending. He smirked at the man, showing a set of sharp fang teeth.

The next member was a small little guy, exactly 1/8th the size of the others. His black hair was swept back over his left eye, and was dressed in black pants and sneakers, a red sweater with white wrist collars.

The biggest member was a huge brawly fellow with a huge gut sticking out of his dark green T-shirt. He wore blue jeans that nearly didn't fit him, with black shoes for his massive feet. He was something of a hunchback even with the muscle and flab on him. He had a dumb grin on his face as he had long orange hair that covered his eyes.

The other member was thin and lanky, like that of a snake. He was almost around the height of the leader, but not as much. He was wearing a white basketball shirt with orange and blue horizontal stripes. Brown shorts that ended over his knees, and basketball shoes and socks. He also wore a hat over his black greasy hair. He hissed, like a snake, just as a forked tongue popped out as he hissed a laugh.

Then the final member, the weirdest of the group, was something that was to be questioned about. He had a mess of black hair on his head, but he was something of a hunchback, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. He big bulging, protruding eyes, and enormous chin, ragged clothing, and a long tongue hanging out. But most of the time, he was speaking through blowing in raspberries with his tongue. This gave the last member the appearance of a zombie.

But there was one distinguishing feature that the gang members had together…their skin were all that of a disgusting green.

The gentleman looked at them; a little scared at this, but didn't show it by giving them a calm smile. He then asked as he spoke, with a deep, thoughtful voice; the kind anyone would expect from an eminent scientist and/or father figure from a 1950s TV show, "Hello. Can I help you, boys?"

The only thing the man received from the boys…was a five fisted punch in the face by them. After that, they all laughed in their own way, and ran off. The man slouched on the side of the car as his wallet fell out of his coat pocket. The wallet opened, showing his driver's license. And with it, read the name of Professor Robert Utonium.

Townsville Suburbs

The neighborhood suburbs of Townsville was a quaint little place as the Utonium Voltswagon was driving towards its home. The neighborhood was untouched by the City's criminal element as it remained clean and undisturbed, even in the nighttime. The Professor turned and saw his home, despite the left black eye that was given to him by the green teen assailants. There it was, Sunflower Ave 1112; the house was a quaint little suburban house. It was painted white and black, and approximately three stories high, but wide enough to be pretty spacious. Though there were a few little improvements that the Professor seemed to be proud as he pulled into his driveway. For instance, there was a saucer shaped observatory connected to the top of the house with a big telescope sticking on the top.

He turned off his car and grabbed his groceries as he walked towards the front door and opened it. He stepped inside smiling to see his home sweet home. It was a clean and well kept as he stepped into the living room, which had two chairs, a couch, fireplace and a lamp. With it as he walked along in there, was an end table with a few pictures on it. One sported him as a twenty-two year old graduating from a prestige college in PhD's in many forms of science: Biology, Technology, Robotics, Genetics, etc.

The other picture was actually a framed clipping of four photos from a photo booth for couples. In it were him and a woman, with long brown hair and starry brown eyes. And from the look of the photos, they were quite the couple. Another photo was taken from a chapel as the professor was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, and the woman dressed in a beautiful white wedding gown.

The next photo was that of him in a hospital, leaning next to his wife who was sitting up from a hospital bed, holding a beautiful baby with short brown hair and asleep. That photo had the Professor smiling, ignoring the stinging from the black eye. He looked down as he picked up the picture as he sighed, "Oh, Deborah…", he sighed, "If only you could be here with us on this night of scientific breakthroughs…but you've got a lot to do on that extended Space Station research."

He sighed and then remembered to get back to what he was doing. He put the picture down, picked up his bags, and walked toward the door that said, CAUTION: KEEP OUT!

Basement

Professor Utonium walked down the stairway which intertwined four times as he made his way down. It was then that he reached the basement…which was impressively that far underground, that the lab was something to behold. The entire basement was converted into a high-tech and advanced place of work; something that looked like a place from one of those sci-fi movies or out of Transformers planet of Cybertron. The whole place was stretched as far as three football fields combined.

Highly advanced machinery were working endlessly doing other things that had some scientific purpose. Most machines were being built or repaired by yellow and black robots with their lower torso being one wheel, and their upper torso depicted as construction workers, with their hands as clamp claws and their heads like construction safety helmets. Robots repairing and building other robots and machines maintaining science experiments that were a sight to behold.

But this wasn't where the Professor was heading for. He walked down the hallway to get to his destination, which was a platform that loosely resembled the Cerebro platform. The platform was fifty yards wide with several computers, tubes and chemical mixers that had several funnels for pouring in chemicals. But there was a huge glass cylinder container above that had within it a strange black and purple liquid of unknown origin and purpose.

As Professor Utonium was walking down into the experiment area, his attention turned to a heartwarming scene. Near the middle of the room, where most of the tubes and computers were hooked up to, were three cylinder chambers that looked to be big enough to fit one person in each of them. But near the chambers, was a strange fellow, dressed in a white lab coat that looked like a duster, wearing black jeans and black and white sneakers, and had his back turned. On his back, however, was a strange backpack device with a cylinder top to it, and attached to it, were two big robotic arms working on the equipment, and two little arms attached to the backpack assisting them.

The Professor put down the bag on a table and walked over to the lad. He just couldn't help himself but be so proud of the young prodigy. But he simply smiled as he spoke up in his fatherly tone, "Oh, Davis…I'm back." A little surprised, the figure stopped as he stood up. He made sure that he didn't swat the Professor with the robotic appendages that he was operating.

From now in a better view, the boy was around the age of thirteen, and wearing a black shirt with a picture of Einstein on it. The boy was physically fit for a boy around his age; thin yet not gangly, like a young runner. He had clear and tanned skin, and looked like a younger version of Professor Utonium, except that the boy's black hair was tussled and messed up instead of his father's neat hair. However his eyes were not seen due to the tech-goggles he had on his face.

He finally pulled them off to reveal his eyes being of brown, much like his mother's. He then let a small smirk out as he replied, "Oh, I dad." He then took off the backpack and asked, "Were you able to get the ingredients?"

Professor Utonium just smirked as he and his son walked towards the table, "Absolutely, son." He then walked over to the table as he sorted out the ingredients, but then Davis looked a little concerned as he asked his dad, "Uh, Dad…what's with the black eye?"

The professor then remembered about the ambush back at Malph's and simply shrugged, "Oh, don't worry, son. I just had a little bump in with five young boys."

Davis raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Five teens?"

The Professor nodded, "Yep"

"Green skinned?"

"Mmhmm"

"Dressed like hoodlums?"

"Mmhmm"

"One of them a big dumb fellow, and a hunchback who was disturbing beyond all reason?"

"Yep. That's them, son."

Davis sighed as he pulled off his invention, "The Gangreen Gang. Are those guys ever going to grow up?" it was then that his concern then followed a question that he felt needed to be said, "Dad?" The Professor, completely excited about the experiment, asked, "Yes, son?" Davis took a deep breath, as he knew this was going to be hard to ask, swallowed hard and asked, "Do you really think this experiment's a good idea?"

Professor Utonium went wide eyed with surprise as he turned to his son. The look he gave him was a look as if his son had grown a second and third head. He then asked, "What?" He then placed a confident hand on his son's shoulder as he stated, "Son, what we're doing could finally make the city a better place for everyone."

Davis raised an eyebrow as he asked, "By creating the perfect girls?"

Professor Utonium shook his head as he simply went on, "Exactly, son. You see, perfect girls are what are needed to make the town better." He explained to his son that by teaching the perfect girls right from wrong, in turn when they grew up could do good for the city. Davis looked a little angry as he crossed his arms, "Don't I know right from wrong, Dad?"

The Professor gulped, realizing he might have insulted his son in some way. He apologized, "I'm sorry about that, son." He then sighed as he stated, "I know you too want to do some good as well. I guess I just got carried away with all of this."

Davis shook his head, "It's not that I'm saying that teaching someone right from wrong's a dangerous thing." He just sighed as he went to a computer, starting everything up, "It's just that the last thing the town needs is another 'Pinky' incident." He then stated that after that, Townsville City Hall stated that if such a thing ever happened again…the Mayor would sue the pants off of them.

The Professor sighed at that, as he poured five boxes of Sugar into one funnel, "When are you going to let that go?"

Davis shrugged as he continued to work, "I've already let that go." He then pushed a green button that started a sequence, and then the three tanks that were in the middle of the room, were being filled up with water. As the water stopped as the tanks were completely filled, the sugar was mixing into the water. And Davis finished what he was about to say, "It's the town that hasn't forgotten."

The Professor sighed at that as he began opened the Spice shakers and lightly dabbed the Spice into the funnel. Through a tube, the Spice made its way to the three cylinder chambers and mixed with the Sugar and the water. And after that, the Professor and Davis went to the table and got three bags full of the product, Everything Nice. They ripped the bags open and poured the Everything Nice stuff into the funnel. And then the strange product mixed with the Sugar and Spice water, now it was Sugar…Spice…and Everything Nice.

As the ingredients mixed in, the two scientists, adult and pre-teen, walked over to the controls. It was then that Professor Utonium looked around and decided to ask, "Um…speaking of animals, like Pinky…where's Jojo?"

CRASH!

The two scientists turned and heard a huge screeching sound that came from behind them. Luckily, it wasn't anywhere near them as they saw what caused a crash. On top of one of the machine structures, was a small little black furred chimpanzee that was around three feet, and wearing a diaper, screeching and screaming. The little fellow jumped off and began running around, breaking anything made of glass, and knocking over some other equipment.

Any maintenance robot, or the Help-O Bots, which were one wheeled robots that looked like butlers, tried to grab the little chimp. But alas, the robots were of no avail as the ape jumped up and down on their heads. Whenever the robots tried to grab him, he slipped out of their grasp. The Chimp then grabbed a panel off one of the Maintenance bots and pulled at its wiring, making it go crazy. The crazed Maintenance bot crashed through them and destroyed most of the robots, while some just were in need of repair. After that, the little chimpanzee just charged away, destroying anything not nailed down.

Davis just sighed, feeling exasperated and exhausted by the routine that the little chimp did when it was in the lab. He looked to his dad with a tired expression and simply said in a monotone voice, "He's doing just fine, Dad." Before they began the next part of their experiment, Davis just sighed and asked, "Okay, Dad, I just have to ask…", he then pointed to the little chimp as it was destroying files, "Just why are we keeping him as a lab assistant when all he does is destroy everything he sees?"

Professor Utonium, seeing his son's misery in this, gently padded him on the back, "I know, I know. But your mother sent him over in hopes that Jojo would have a better life here in our lab than the one in Outer Space."

Davis just mumbled under his breath as they got to work, "At least in Space, no one would hear the little chimp screeching and breaking stuff. Even when they throw him out the airlock."

As they began to begin the construction of the cellular and physical structure, a small screen popped up out from a slot in the table. As the screen did, so did a pair of goggles for both of them for scientific safety. The two reached for the goggles and looked at the screen, showing what appeared to be a blue, pink, and green DNA chain. It was then that Davis asked, "Dad? What is that?", he pointed at the DNA chain; not able to make heads or tails at it.

The Professor merely smiled as he explained, "Well, son. It is what it looks like…a DNA chain. But this one was created from the ingredients that are in the tank." Davis gave his father a confused look as Professor Utonium explained. He discovered that all life, whether from Earth or Space, all were built on a DNA chain: the blueprint that was carried within their blood. However, he theorized that the DNA chain, also acted as a blueprint of the person's soul, in a way. So if he created a DNA chain from any ordinary ingredients, such as Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice…it might be the one blueprint to create the perfect girls.

Davis scratched his head as he asked, "So if this is the scientific blueprint for a perfect girl's DNA chain…", he looked to his father a little confused, "…what's the scientific DNA chain for boys?"

The Professor was about to answer that, but then he gave his son a look of confusion, as he answered, "You know…I have no idea."

Shaking their heads from the question, Davis and Professor Utonium began to begin the process. The computer Screen then read in bold blue letters: INITIALIZING SKELETAL AND ORGAN CONSTRUCTION. Then as the command was initiated, in each of the cylinder glass chamber bottoms, two robotic claw arms popped out. The arms had filters built within them as they sucked in most of the liquid concoction. And then, the claws began to create a solid piece as it fit it into place, almost like it was putting in a jigsaw puzzle. It started slowly at first in each chamber, but then became faster and faster, as in each tank, the skeletal structure, as well as the brain, eyes, and vital organs began to form. And within the three glass chambers, three fully assembled and perfect skeletal structures, including vital organs, ligaments, etc.

Professor Utonium then pressed a yellow button as the screen read: TISSUE PROCESSING. And then, from under the same floor to where the arms came from and retracted back, a circle-like device popped up from underneath each of the three skeletons. The rings were divided by two rings, but each was connected to aligning red lines. Then the big circle went to the top at the skulls with the red lines all stretched upward, while the little circle slowly came upward. As it did, the red lines were being sewn onto and over the skeletons, taking shape and mass. The strange red substance was finally identified as the muscle tissue and circulatory system as the process finished. Now within the tanks, were the bodies in their second stage of development; muscular system and tissue.

Davis looked at the monitors and stated as if he was talking to a group, "Alright. Ten seconds to ultraviolet protection." And just like that, covering the three cylinder chambers were a couple of black cylinder shields. And then in the small cracks, a blue bright light began to show through. During the wait, the Professor turned to his son, and then explained as if he was giving a lecture, "You see, Son, in this final phase the cells are bombarded by greasy solar atoms which forces the bodies to react; to protect itself." He then smirked at his son, "Basically, that means growing skin."

Feeling a little uninterested, Davis replied sarcastically, "Wonderful." He then sighed as he looked at his watch, "So how long will this take?"

The Professor checked his watch and stated, "Well, it should be another ten minutes. After the construction of the body; skeleton, vital organs, circulatory system, muscular system, skin, and hair, the bodies need a jolt to…", the Professor then struck a pose that Frankenstein would and shouted to the heavens, "…GIVE OUR CREATIONS…LIFE!"

Davis just looked freaked out and then relaxed as he calmly stated, "Take it easy, Dad."

The Professor calmed down a little as he coughed politely and answered, "Well, it should take about another five minutes, Son."

And so the two stood there, waiting for the process to be done and meet their perfect experiments. However, fate had one more ingredient to add to their DNA chain concoction. Before the two had realized it, Jojo had run into the platform and was heading right for them. It was too little too late for Davis to do anything about it, but Jojo violently pushed him right into Professor Utonium, which in turn pushed him towards the control table.

The Professor got up a little, but then accidentally pushed a big red button, marked with a capital black X. Suddenly, the machine started pumping near the funnels, as the strange glass cylinder container above was being emptied by the strange black and purple liquid. It was nearing empty, as finally bold words written black, revealing the unknown ingredient…

CHEMICAL X

The two scientists watched in horror as the Chemical X was introduced into the three cylinder receptacles. The computer was going wild, trying to mix the chemical into the experimental lifeforms. The chambers roared with uncontrolled activity, unable to withstand what might have been the awesome power that was Chemical X.

Professor Utonium and Davis both knew this kind of reaction and lightly stepped back. After years together, testing unstable or incompatible chemicals together always caused something like this. The two then decided to run for it, as Professor Utonium shouted, "Take cover! It's going to explode!" The two did as the Professor stated as they ran for it.

Jojo, however, being the curious little monkey that he was, just stood there. He looked at the tanks; his eyes filled with awe and wonder. The cracks of purple light were shown through the protective shielding of the glass receptacles as they began to shake loud, and then louder.

And then finally….KABOOOOOM!

The whole room shook with a violent explosion as the blast wave pushed the Professor and his son into one of the consoles, knocking them out. The whole lab shook with a mighty fury as the Chemical X induced explosion roared like a mighty tsunami, and then calmed down a bit as dust and mist was blanketing the whole area.

Whatever had happened, one thing was for sure: the lives of Professor Utonium and Davis Utonium…would never be the same as their creations were born into the world.

Next Chapter: Perfect Girls?