World Tournament: Junior Division
With a Twist…
By Tonz82
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. Nor do I claim ownership of the Power Puff Girls. Each one are owned by their respective companies.
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Author's Note: I've made the girls 7 years old in this fic. In the show they're about five or four. However, a few years have passed since then.
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Chapter One:
"Missing Power Puffs!"
Narrator: Ah! The city of Townsville, home of the super powered tykes that we've all come to know and love, the Power Puff Girls. Protecting the city from the on going crime of two-bit crooks and super villains alike. Oh, yes over the years we citizens of Townsville have come to depend on them for maintaining peace and stability. As a matter of fact, I don't know what we'd ever do without our girls!
The downtown part of the city…
In the park across the street from the Townsville National Bank, the chirps of song birds fill the air, a woman pushing a baby stroller passes by on the busy sidewalk filled with other citizens going about their daily lives. All the while, an elderly lady can be seen crossing the street with the aid of a nature scout. She pats the young boy's head and proceeds in small, calculated steps toward the entrance of the bank. Such a tiny old thing! She can barely reach the knob. With one frail, shaking hand she reaches out for the door handle just as it swings open abruptly without any warning.
WACK!
Narrator (panicked): Oh, no the horror! The poor older woman has been pelted away like a ping-pong ball. Oh, well. Meanwhile, five pantyhose masked crooks have emerged from the city bank. Each with a menacing stare and a moneybag slung over his shoulder. An alarm's rings fill the air.
"Help! The bank has been robbed!" screamed a dainty female bank clerk.
"Ha-ha," laughed the ringleader of the criminals. "We've got the dough! Let's get out of here!"
Just then the Townsville police arrived on the scene. Ten squad cars immediately surrounded the five crooks in front of the bank. Dozens of police officers swarmed out of squad cars with their guns cocked.
"Freeze you crooks!" yelled the police captain.
The bank robbers threw their hands up in the air, but still held onto the money sacks. Suddenly, the ringleader pointed behind the police officers.
"Hey, look its Mojo-jojo and the Gang Green Gang!" he shouted in a ruse.
"They-are-holding-the-mayor-hostage-and-are-running-amok," said one crook in a flat, mechanical voice.
"Oh-what-will-we-do?" said another of his crime partners in the same robotic tone.
All of the police officers turned around quickly.
"Where? Where?" they all cried out, searching frantically.
"Hey, I don't see Mojo-jojo," said a cadet.
"Or the Gang Green Gang," said another.
When they finally turned back to the front of the bank again, the bank robbers were long gone running down the middle of the street.
"Suckers!" they yelled back snickering.
"Hey, they're getting away!" the bank teller cried.
The police captain scratched his forehead with the nozzel of his gun and then placed it back in his holster.
"Don't worry the Power Puff Girls will take of them. Just sit back and wait!" he said confidently.
And that's just what they did. The police officers sat back patiently and waited for the arrival of the city's famed heroines. Hours passed until finally nightfall came and the sound of chirping night crickets could be heard. Suddenly one of the younger cops broke the silence.
"Are you sure the girls are coming?" he asked.
At the Utonium household…
Brring! Brring!
Narrator: Huh? What's this? No Bubbles! No Blossom! No Buttercup! No Professor Utonium! The house is completely empty. Where the heck did everybody go?
Bring! Brring!
Narrator: Wait a minute. What's that?
Brring! Brring!
Narrator: It sounds like its coming from the girls' bedroom. Let's go check it out.
(Up the stairs and around the corner)
Narrator: It's the Power Puff hotline! Oh, wait the answer machine has come on. Maybe now we'll get some answers.
**Recording**
Blossom (cheerfully): Hi, you've reached the Power Puff hotline! We're unable to come to the phone right -
Buttercup: Yeah, we're officially on vacation people!
Blossom: Buttercup! I was talking!
Buttercup (in her usual harsh tone): Yeah, well so am I! Now move it or lose it!
(In the background)
Bubbles (in singsong voice): We're going on vacation! We're going on vacation! We're going on vacation!
The two other sisters quit arguing.
Blossom and Buttercup: Bubbles shut up!
For a moment there is silence, but then Bubbles starts right back up again.
Buttercup: I'll shut her up!
THUMP!
Bubbles: Ow! That hurt Buttercup!
(Bubbles and Buttercup now arguing)
Blossom sighs.
Professor Utonium: Girls! Hurry up! Let's go!
(A car engine starts up)
Blossom (in a hurried voice): So anyway please leave your name, number, and don't forget to state your emergency. We'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Buttercup: Yeah, but don't expect us anytime soon. In the meantime call your lame…uh local Townsville Police. Until then we'll see ya when we see ya!
BEEP!
**End of Recording**
Narrator: (whimpers) Oh no! Th-this can't be. Ah-hahaha (sobs) The girls…on vacation? Oh, please hurry back girls!
*~*~*~*~*~*
A couple of days later…
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No.
"Are we th-"
"NO-oh-oh-oh!" Professor Utonium shouted in a shaky voice.
"Hey Buttercup! Stop that!" Blossom scolded, who happened to be sitting next to the professor. "Quit kicking the back of the seat like that. You're making the whole plane shake!"
Buttercup made an ugly face, but desisted. She was irritated by the lengthy plane ride.
"I can't stand this," she said muttering to herself at just the same time that she jumped out of her seat. Walking over to the back of Blossom's seat she reached upward and then pulled herself up.
The professor looked out the corner of his eye to see her hanging over the back of the passenger seat.
"Sorry Professor," she apologized upon noticing his intense gaze which clearly read 'Get down.' "It's just that I want to get there already."
"Yes, I know Buttercup," he answered, "but we are close though."
"Really!" she smiled.
"Yes, but in the meantime," he continued, "go sit down and buckle your safety belt."
He took one hand away from the aviation controls and used it to push her head back down.
"Oh, this dumb old plane is so slow," she groaned while buckling her seat belt and then crossing her arms over her chest.
"We'd get there faster it we just flew," she replied grouchily.
"Yeah, but what about the professor?" Blossom asked turning around in her seat to stare at her sister. "He can't fly."
"Well, you could carry the professor and Bubbles could carry our stuff." Buttercup suggested.
"And just what would you be doing?" Bubbles questioned with one arched eyebrow turning to her cranky sister from her own seat at the side.
"Me? Well, I'd be leading the way." Buttercup answered plainly with a confident smirk.
"But you don't even know where the World Martial Arts Tournament is being held," Blossom said reminding her.
"Yes, I do!" Buttercup protested, to which she received looks of annoyance from her family.
"Well, I kinda do," she answered shrinking away from their weary gazes. "I mean it hasn't been that hard to find. Sure at first we got lost along the way-"
"No thanks to you and your lousy directions," Blossom interrupted with a frown on her face.
"Yeah, but the Professor seems to know where he's going now. Right Professor?" Buttercup said shouting for a little help.
"Well, for one thing I can tell you that no one is flying anywhere outside this plane," he replied in his authoritative, parental tone. "And yes I do know where we're going. Now anyway. According to that sky banner a ways back, we only a have a few more miles to go."
A thoughtful look came over his face as he looked forward into the clear sky. To be perfectly honest, they had gotten very lost along the way and he had been about ready to turn back, especially after the sudden appearance of mysterious fog-like storm. Which had quickly cleared up as abruptly as it had it appeared, only to be replaced by a hovering aerial banner reading 'Tournament Island only 50 miles away.' Everything from that point on had been smooth sailing. Still the appearance of the strange mist had been odd and-
"I don't even know why we're going to this thing in the first place," Blossom declared voicing her thoughts.
'Typical of Buttercup to pick some Ultimate Beat Down Fest as a vacation activity,' she said to herself inwardly somewhat exasperated. 'Real family fun for all.' With her neck still craned around from the front seat she shook her head as she stared into her sister's unflinching green eyes.
"And just how did you say you heard about this so called tournament?" Blossom asked half-curious, although the listless expression on her face said other wise. Then facing forward again she propped her elbow up on the arm of her chair. She gazed out the side window next to her as she waited for an answer.
"Yeah." Bubbles agreed nodding. "I'd like to know that too."
"I saw it on the television last night after the two of you fell asleep," Buttercup blurted out and then winced at her verbal slippage.
"Buttercup," Professor Utonium said in a rising voice that quickly turned into one for scolding. "What have I told you about watching television after bedtime? Just because we're on vacation doesn't mean that the rules don't still apply, young lady."
Buttercup did her best to give her father an endearing smile and then shrugged apologetically.
"Sorry, Professor," she said looking upwards and then turned to Blossom's reflection in the side window to give an annoyed look. "You know, you could at least give this a chance! The reason we're going to this tournament is because it's my turn to pick the activity on this stupid, boring vacation! We got to go do all the things that you two wanted already." Buttercup cried protesting.
"Now, Buttercup is right girls," the professor said nodding. "Fair is fair."
"Well, wouldn't you rather go back to the Puppet Pals amusement park? Hey, we could go see Puppet Pals VIII!" Bubbles said excitedly.
"Again?!" Buttercup asked giving her sister a withering look of total disbelief.
"Yeah! Wasn't it great? I love that movie!" she said in her high-pitched squeaky voice.
"I'd rather poke out my eyeballs than watch that dumb movie again." Buttercup grumbled.
"But you liked the first one," Bubbles insisted with her innocent, round blue eyes.
"Yeah, but now it's just eight times past over kill." Buttercup cried.
"Well, what about going to the science museum we saw back in town," Blossom exclaimed with a sudden sparkle of excitement in her eyes, all signs of boredom gone. "The brochure said that they also have the largest library in the country! Plus they're having a guest speaker on the basics of atomic structure and Stoichiometry!"
She noticed both of her sisters staring back at her with dull looks in the rear view mirror of the airplane.
(Cricket chirp)
"What?" she asked self-consciously.
"You're joking right?" Buttercup scoffed.
"Well, it's never too early to start learning about quantum mechanics and electronic structure," she laughed with an awkward chuckle.
"I'd rather swallow rusty nails." Buttercup answered. "No-no. I'd rather swallow Mojo-jojo's toenail clippings."
"Yeah, what she said." Bubbles nodded in quick agreement, although a bit confused.
"Huh, wait?" she said scratching her head.
Then both her and Blossom turned to look at each other.
"Eww!" they cried sticking out their tongues.
"Come on girls! I think this should be fun for all of you. Plus it'll be a great way for you to test out your new techniques and other fighting skills," the professor interrupted. "You might even get a chance to make new friends."
"Well, I guess so." Blossom said acquiescing after a bit of thought. 'I suppose it could be fun to get witness other more experienced fighters in action. Maybe I'll even learn a thing or two.'
"This is going to be awesome! I can't wait to start bashing some skulls." Buttercup said eagerly while slamming one fist into her other palm.
"Buttercup remember what we talked about," the professor reminded. "This is a sportsmanlike competition not some street brawl."
"Yeah, yeah. I know, Professor," she sighed.
"Hey! Look!" Bubbles cried, " I see the island!"
She had her face pressed against the side window.
"Huh? Where?" Buttercup said rushing to her sister's side.
Right ahead of them was a small lush green island. A big sign floated in the air that read, 'Welcome to the World Martial Arts Tournament'. Other flying crafts we're circling the island in search of the designated landing pads.
"Oooh! I can't wait!" Buttercup shouted jumping up into the air.
"Buttercup!" shouted three voices.
Buttercup looked down and realized that she had punched straight through the roof of the plane, leaving a big gaping hole.
"Whoops!" she giggled, looking at the disapproving faces of her two sisters and father.
"I guess we won't be getting that deposit back, huh?" she asked sheepishly.