(A/N) I have no idea what possessed me to write this story. I remember being a fan of the show as a kid but I really havent watched it in years. well whatever. point is I got this idea in my head, it wouldnt go away, and I needed to get it out.

on another note, Im warning you now: homosexuallity will be a dominant theme in the character developement of one of the girls, as youll see soon enough should you decide to keep reading. if you dont like this idea, dont read.


Three Perfect Little Girls

Chapter 1

"And then the Professor says, 'That's not bath soap, that's plutonium'!" Buttercup exclaimed, poorly imitating her father's voice as she concluded her humorous story. Now sixteen years old, Buttercup had matured into a beautiful young woman beyond most people's expectations. She let her hair down now and cut it off at the jaw line, tucked behind one ear and her bangs swept in the same direction. Her choice of clothes was much more suited to her personality now, wearing very baggy and ragged black jeans that required a belt to keep them from falling off her hips, and a forest green hoodie with a clenched fist over the chest, and she had both of her ears pierced in several places. The girl across the table from her burst into a fit of laughter, having not seen the punch line coming at all. "I've never been more thankful that I have a superhuman healing factor in my life."

"I'd imagine so." Karen chuckled before downing the last of her drink. Karen was a good looking girl in her own right, with long brunette hair and a smile that could light up a room. She tended to wear a plain black t-shirt and tight black blue jeans. The two girls were sitting in a small diner near Townsville Park, a favorite hangout of theirs, as that was where they met. It was starting to get dark out now so, having both finished their meals, they paid their waitress and decided to head home for the night. They pulled on their jackets and stepped outside into the cold streets, a thin layer of slush and fresh powder covering the sidewalks as January transitioned into February. Still feeling a bit chilly, Karen snaked her arm around Buttercups waist and pulled the other girl closer for a bit of warmth. Buttercup grinned and wrapped her arm around Karen's shoulders, the brunette leaning her head on the raven haired girls shoulder as they walked along.

"Hey, Buttercup?" Karen piped up after a short silence between the two of them.

"Yeah, babe?" Buttercup replied.

"I know you don't like to talk about this, but…"

"Karen, please don't." Buttercup protested, stopping in her tracks and turning to face her girlfriend. "I've told you before, I'm not ready to tell my family yet. I didn't even know I liked girls until I met you."

"I know, I know. It's hasn't even been two months." Karen sighed, relenting. "But we've been spending so much time together and everyone at school knows I'm gay. If you don't tell them soon, I'm almost positive Blossom will put two and two together."

Buttercup placed her hand on the other girls shoulder. "Karen, I know you don't like hiding this, but… I just can't do it yet. I mean, after what happened to Princess… And at least you've met my family. How often does your mom go out of town anyway?"

Karen wrapped her arms around the back of Buttercups neck and pulled her close, keeping their lips just inches apart. "Often enough for us to enjoy it." She grinned. Buttercup smiled back and moved in for the kiss, but stopped when the mayor's ringtone sounded on her phone. She groaned.

"Sorry." She said as she pulled the phone from her jacket pocket and answered it. "I'm in the middle of something here Mayor… Yes, as a matter of fact, it is a date… I can assure you that no boy is pawing me, Mayor. Now what's the emergency?..." she sighed again. "All right. I'll meet you and the others there." She hung up and turned to her girlfriend, an apologetic look.

"It's all right." Karen reassured her. "I can walk myself home from here."

Buttercup nodded before pulling the other girl close and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "I'll make it up to you." She whispered.

Karen grinned and giggled. "You'd better."

Karen watched, still smiling, as a streak of green disappeared beyond the skyscrapers, headed towards the mayor's office. She was so proud of what Buttercup and her sisters did, even if it did sometimes cut into their alone time. Still, she knew Buttercup would keep her promise, but it was still too bad that duty had to call right then and there. Karen's mother would still be out of town until tomorrow night and she could've used some company that evening. "All well." She sighed. "I guess it's another night of ice cream and bad indie movies for me."

~POKEY OAKS SOUTH RESIDENTIAL AREA~

"This place is awesome, Boomer!" Bubbles exclaimed gleefully as she and the aforementioned boy stepped inside his new apartment.

"Eh, it's all right." Boomer agreed lazily. "I can afford it at least."

"It's free, Boomer."

"Yeah, so long as I'm still in school and I help out my land lady with a few chores every now and then."

"Well isn't she the sweetest old thing."

"Don't call her old. I learned that the hard way."

Bubbles and Boomer had just finished moving the last of the boy's stuff into his new apartment, which was actually the second floor of a home owned by a kindly old woman. It wasn't much: just a small bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/living room, but it was enough for the one boy. Like her sister, Bubbles grown up quite a bit. Her hair was now as long as Blossoms and, while she still kept it in her famous pigtails, she now simply had two hair ties at the sides of her head and let her long hair hang down through them. Nowadays she wore a white tank top with a tight, robin's egg blue over shirt with long sleeves but no shoulders. She also wore a darker blue miniskirt with black leggings underneath. One thing that hadn't changed, however, was her everlasting sense of innocence. No matter who she was with, she always brought a smile to their face, and Boomer was no exception. He was a bit taller than Bubbles now and had let his hair grow out a bit as well, though he kept his in a low pony tail and it only reached to the back of his neck. He also had a soul patch now, a small patch of facial hair just below his lower lip. His clothing consisted of the baggiest and loosest pair of dark blue jeans he could find and wear without requiring a belt for them to barely hang onto his hips and expose most of his boxers, as well as a white tank top and a dark blue hoodie which he always left unzipped.

The two of them plopped down on opposite sides of the couch and Bubbles quickly snatched up the remote, flipping the channel to MTV to watch some reality show that she knew Boomer hated. Boomer rolled his eyes but accepted this, knowing there was no way he would be able to wrestle the remote away from the smaller girl.

"So what are your plans now, Boomer?" Bubbles asked, her eyes never leaving the television. "I mean, you've done your time in prison. What's next?"

"Well, obviously I'm going back into school. I'm still surprised they're actually allowing me into Townsville High instead of forcing me to get a GED. But otherwise… I dunno. Look for a job, try to become a respectable member of society… maybe get a girlfriend."

"Boomer." Bubbles scolded him, sending a death glare his way.

"I didn't mean you." He protested. "We've tried that, remember? Didn't go so well. Even if I'm not evil anymore, I don't think getting back together would be a good idea."

"My sentiments exactly." Bubbles agreed. When Bubbles decided to rekindle her friendship with her formerly evil counterpart after he was released from prison, she made it clear that friends would be as far as they would ever get again. "What about your brothers? Are you going to try to find them?"

"Are you kidding? Those two are half way to Brazil by now." Boomer exclaimed. "It's not like I can just fly around at mach five and use super hearing to find them."

"I could!"

"I don't want you too." Boomer protested. "Having Him take away my powers was the best decision I ever made. It got me on the right path… Brick and Butch were too bull headed to see that. That's why they left town and swore they would never come back. You know after it happened Brick started talking about us causing mayhem the old fashion way? That's why I decided to stay and serve my time when they went on their cross country crime spree." He suddenly stood and walked over to the small fridge he kept next to the TV, pulling out a coke and taking a swig. "Trust me, Bubbles. Being normal is fantastic compared to being superhuman. Don't let anyone ever tell you different."

Bubbles didn't say a word as she pondered what he'd said. She didn't think about it long though, as an idea suddenly crossed her mind. "C'mon." she said, standing up and grabbing his arm. "Let's go get some ice cream."

"Um, Bubbles…" Boomer protested, trying to shake his arm out of her vise grip. "I'm still on parole. I can't leave my home except for school for the next two and a half months. I was only given leeway today so I could move in."

Bubbles just grinned. "Well according to my watch, today still has five hours left."

Boomer chuckled and shook his head. "Girl, I like the way you think."

But suddenly, Bubble's ringtone went off, specifically the Mayor's ringtone. "Ugh! Hold on, Boomer." She said as she pulled her phone from her purse. "Hello?... Does it have to be right now? I kind of had plans… yeah, yeah, I know. Duty before pleasure… Fine, I'll see you in a few." She sighed as she hung up and turned back to Boomer. "I'm sorry. Guess we'll have to take a rain check on that ice cream."

"No problem." Boomer shrugged. "It's your job after all."

"Mind if I use the window?"

"Go for it."

~UTONIUM RESIDENCE~

"Professor?" Blossom called as she opened the basement door. There was no response so, she pulled on a lab coat from one of the hangers on the wall and descended down the stairs. "Dad? You down here?" Like her sisters, Blossom had changed a lot over the years. She still had her long, auburn hair, but had long since ditched the bow, preferring now to wear a red bandana on occasions. Her clothing consisted of a white pair of capris and a pink, long sleeved t-shirt with the letters "PPG" printed across the chest in her own calligraphic design. As she proceeded down the stairs the sound of mild snoring echoed around her. She just sighed and shook her head with a smile as she rounded the corner, finding her father hunched over his work desk, asleep. The professor had aged a bit over the years, his hair around the sides of his head now gray and now wearing glasses almost constantly, but otherwise he remained the same as he always was.

"I swear if it weren't for us you would live down here." Blossom chuckled as she approached her sleeping father. She reached for his shoulder and gently shook. "Dad… c'mon, wake up. You're not staying down here all night. "

"Hm?" the Professor mumbled as he forced his eyes open and sat up, stretching his arms. "Oh, hello, Blossom. What time is it?" he yawned.

"Time for you to come upstairs and relax." Blossom scolded, forcefully pulling her father from his seat. "Seriously, Professor. You've been shutting yourself in here for hours at a time all week. You need to relax."

"I suppose your right." He yawned again as, now in the living room, he plopped down in his reclining chair. Blossom brought over a blanket and pulled it over him. "I was in the middle of running some important tests. Do me a favor, Blossom… wake me up *yawn* in a few hours to I can… check on… the…" He was asleep again before he could even finish his sentence.

Blossom left her father to sleep and returned to the basement, curious as to what could be so important that he would lock himself down there for more than the already substantial amount of time he spent in his lab. As a scientist of multiple expertise, the Professor got most of his money from government grants in exchange for performing certain experiments, some of which he wasn't legally allowed to tell his daughters the details about. But Blossom didn't think this was the case. Blossom frequently helped the Professor with his experiments when she was allowed to, and he always made a point of telling her when he was working on something classified. He hadn't said a word to her about what he was working on now, and she had been too busy to ask thanks to a college course she was taking in her spare time. She didn't think the Professor was intentionally hiding anything from her, she trusted him too much for that. But something was definitely unusual about this new project of his.

When she entered the basement, she first looked over some of the many papers messily strewn across the Professors desk. She immediately spotted something odd. "These are blood test results." She muttered as she looked over the papers. This was very unusual. Despite all of the Professor's scientific prowess, a doctor he was not. She'd never known him to study medicine of any kind. Why would he be running blood tests? Or perhaps a better question was on who, and what for. One thing she noticed was a large X circled at the bottom of the page. She had no idea what this could mean.

She next activated the computer monitor to see if she could find some more clues. She typed in the password he'd trusted her with, but was disappointed to find that, whatever he was working on, all of the files were encrypted at least four times. Even if she were the best computer hacker in the world, which she wasn't anywhere close, it would take her hours, perhaps even days, to break through the barriers protecting the files. "What is going on, Professor?" she asked herself. "Why are you being so secretive?"

She never got an answer. At that very moment her cell phone began to right, the Mayor's ring tone. "What's the trouble, Mayor?" she asked as she answered the phone. "… Your office? Yeah, I can get there… Right now? Sure, no problem." She hung up and dashed back up the stairs, tossing her lab coat onto the rack just before closing the door behind her. She grabbed her jacket and flew towards the door, but stopped just before reaching for the handle. She looked back over her shoulder, finding the Professor still in his recliner, sleeping peacefully. She glided over to him and gave him a quick peck on the forehead. "I'll be back soon Professor." She said before flying out the door, leaving a pink vapor trail in her wake.

~TOWNSVILLE CITY HALL~

Blossom flew through the window of the Mayor's office to find her sisters already there waiting for her. "What's the situation?" she asked.

The swiveling chair behind the desk spun around, revealing Mayor Sara Bellum seated upon it. The mayor from their childhood, Mayor Barney Mayor, the sweet though dimwitted man they'd grown to know and love, had died a few years earlier. Apparently the cause of death had been a heart attack which some suspect was brought on when the old man finally managed to open a jar of pickles. While they loved and missed the old mayor, they had to admit that Mayor Bellum was doing a much better job of running the city. "Girls, we've received word from our informant in the local mafia that there's going to be a bank robbery at Townsville Central Bank in just a few hours." Mayor Bellum informed them. "I would've contacted you earlier, but I just got the news myself."

"So?" Buttercup questioned. "If you already know about it then why not just post some cops and let them handle it. It's not like you really need our muscle to handle a few punks with guns."

"Buttercup, I know you're upset that I interrupted your date but that's no excuse."

"You were on a date, Buttercup?" Bubbles asked, genuinely astonished.

"Shut up, Bubbles."

"But to answer your question, Buttercup, these aren't just punks with guns." Mayor Bellum continued. "Our informant also notified us of shipments of strange weaponry being received from an unknown benefactor as well as some suspicious individuals, even by mob standards, being seen conversing with high ranking mafia members. We have no idea who these individuals are or what kind of fire power these unknown weapons contain, but I believe we've discovered the reason behind such drastic preparations for a simple bank robbery." She turned to her computer and hit a few keys before turning the monitor to the girls. "Nine years ago, a safety deposit box was opened at Townsville Central Bank by a man named Joseph Monroe. Some of the items deposited were rather… strange. Besides the usual documents and valuables, he also stored several vials of an unknown liquid and a series of scientific documents. Shortly after, Mister Monroe disappeared."

"Okay…" Bubbles nodded, seeming puzzled.

"And as you will recall, around the same time your old nemesis Mojo Jojo disappeared as well."

"So you think Mojo and this Monroe guy were the same person." Blossom chimed in.

"At the very least we believe Mister Monroe was a robot designed and controlled by Mojo."

"So you think that these mobsters are planning to steal Mojo's science juice and paper work." Buttercup stated. "And you obviously can't let that happen. That's why you need us."

"Precisely."

"Do you have anything on the weaponry that they'll be using?" Blossom questioned.

"Just a short video our informant managed to record." With a few clicks of the mouse, Mayor Bellum opened the file and video began to play. The angle was awkward and half of the screen was blocked by what looked like the guys sleeve, but they still had a decent view of someone standing in front of a caged mountain lion. The beast seemed enraged and hungry, as it roared and leapt at the bars of its prison. After a few seconds the cage opened and the mountain lion leapt at the man, and just as quickly the man had drawn a gun and squeezed the trigger. Rather than a bullet, a beam of light shot from the barrel and engulfed the big cat, and when it faded all that was left was a pile of charred bones. Bubbles gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth when she saw this. Blossom and Buttercup just sat in silence.

"As you can see, this technology is very dangerous. Our police force would be mowed down if they tried to stop this."

Blossom and her sisters stood up from their seats. "We're on it, Mayor." The red head agreed, and without another word the three of them ran for the window and leapt out, flying off for Townsville Central Bank.