Consider this; having left planet earth due to there rejection by the people of Townsville, what if the girls had not returned to save them? Actually, most of you probably have considered that, and I believe some one else has already written about it too. So instead, lets consider what if two of the girls returned, but one kept on running away? Until many years latter they did return, with a completely different objective. (Those of you who know where the "Z" comes from for the Japanese spin off series might recognise the plot.)

1. The Return

It was a wonderful sunny morning. The birds chirped sweetly in the morning breeze that was warmed by the golden light. Most of the citizens of Townsville could not enjoy such an environment, since they should either be at school or work. For a moment, Fuzzy Lumpkins may even have had some sympathy for them. Not a long moment though, since he was far too busy running the atmosphere with his banjo. Townsville woods echoed to the song of his enthusiastic strumming, which was just the way Fuzzy liked it.

His music (if you could call it that) drowned out the sound of an approaching object. As it plummeted to the earth in fact, almost no one saw it. Fuzzy himself didn't notice it until it flew right over his head, knocking the chimney off the top of his hut, and rather more annoyingly as far as Fuzzy was concerned, blowing him off his rocking chair.

The Lumpkin found his feet in time to see the object smash into the ground a few feet out side "his" property, sending dust, mud and a few trees flying into the air. A normal person might have been scared by this, or perhaps curious. Fuzzy however was (predictably) livid. Snatching his gun from the rack, he stomped off towards the creator, snarling furiously.

It didn't take him long to get there, and Fuzzy lowered the muzzle of his gun aggressively into it. "Alright you dirt bag!" he bellowed, "Come on here or I'll blow you out!" There was no response, which wasn't surprising, since the damage had been caused by an inanimate object. Covered with dust from the impact, it seemed to be a rock. Unbothered by this technicality, Fuzzy took his aim. "I warned you!" he declared, and fired.

There was a lot of smoke and a direct hit, but predictably no significant damage. The impact did however blow off the dust, revealing the object fully. It was a white sphere, nestling gently at the bottom of the creator. Fuzzy had never seen anything like it before, but being a generally homebound creature, this wasn't too rare an occurrence for Fuzzy. It didn't however seem like anything from Townsville. This made it even more alien to him.

All the birds had fled, and the breeze was now still. In the silence, Fuzzy could only hear two sounds; his own breathing and a gently humming. The latter sound was coming from the white object. It almost seemed alive.

Fuzzy was now well and truly spooked. His usual courage was waning rapidly, but he still barked another instruction. "Get off my Property!" he yelled, but even he noticed that he lacked his usual authority. He was just clearing his throat to have another go, when suddenly, the object lurched. Fuzzy jumped, and opened fire again. This time it was even more pointless, because he hadn't reloaded yet. As the Lumpkin fumbled around from some shot, the object lurched again, and from the far side, a door opened slowly.

Moments latter, a figure slowly emerged. Fuzzy watched, silenced by fear as it stood up outside its "ship," and slowly floated into the air, before hovering with its feet just above the lip of the creator. With its back to him, Fuzzy could not see its face. He could tell however, that the creature was human in form, and he could see its long orange hair, that reached the being's ankles. Initially, it didn't do much, just glanced from side to side a few times, as if it was taking the environment in. Then, Fuzzy's amazement, it spoke to its self in pain English.

"Ah, Earth," the creature said in a clearly female voice. "Feels just as wretched as I remember." She sniggered quietly to herself. "This time however, the destruction I'm going to spread shall be intentional!"

Its words did not phase Fuzzy. What was important to him was that the creature no longer seemed alien. It may be hovering above the ground, and it may have come from some funny white space ship, but it was still an insolent human, and it was still on his property! He stood up as tall as he could, his confidence restored.

"Hey, you!" he snarled. The creature didn't move. Fuzzy lost his legendarily short temper. "Get off my property!" he roared. "This is your last warning!"

This time, the creature turned around. Fuzzy's assumption that it was female was confirmed as correct. She was fairly tall, and of a medium build, but toned to such an extent that you could even describe her as muscular. She wore a light pink skin tight full body suit, with clean white gloves that reached half way up her fore arms, and white heelless boots that climbed to just below her knees. Her upper body was additionally covered by a half inch think white armour, which had been designed to protect major organs with out restricting movement of the neck and limbs. Her face was round, and had four deep scars running all the way across it. But the most notable feature was her eyes. One of them was covered by a red visor that extended from a small box that was fitted to her ear, (that was mostly covered by her hair of course) but the other one was unobstructed. Her iris was a light pink, but it was the style of the eye that caught Fuzzy's attention. The eyes themselves, where staring pointedly at the gun.

"Yes," said the girl, politely yet in a cool enough manor to be threatening.

"You… Your one of 'em Powerpuff Girls!" he scowled. (The lack of a nose had also tipped him off.)

This finally seemed to get the girls full attention. "Pardon?" she said sharply.

Fuzzy took a step forward. "Your sisters are always here, bothering me, invading my property!" he gestured with his gun. "Get outta here or I'll blow you out!"

To his annoyance, the Girl laughed. She even shut her eyes. "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, fool. For a start, I'm not a Powerp… whatever you said. On top of that, this property is yours no longer."

"What!" roared Fuzzy. "Why you…!" he fired the gun, blasting a wave of shot towards the invader. To his amazement, the girl didn't flinch, she just moved her hand so fast, that Fuzzy barely saw it move. It dashed smoothly and effortlessly through the air, and to the Lumpkins' horror, caught the shot.

Fuzzy stepped backwards shaking with fear. "What... how…?"

The girl just smiled a wicked smile. "Is that the traditional earth greeting?" she asked sweetly. Fuzzy, petrified, could not reply. "I see," she continued with mock understanding. "Well please allow me to return your kind gesture." With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the shot back at Fuzzy, who flinched as it struck him in the chest. He felt no pain – it had come at him too fast for that. Instead he took one staggering step, and then collapsed to the ground.

Blossom sneered at the pathetic creature, slightly annoyed with herself. It wasn't that she hadn't meant to kill him, it was just that she should have used the scouter (the device on her ear) to take a reading of his power level first. It was important to know how strong these earthlings where, since she was about to march into a city full of them.

Old memories began to bloom in her mind, and she reflected that this... thing wasn't typical of the normal creatures on this planet. So it had been a small mistake, but no matter. This being the first time she'd been sent to a planet on her own, she was allowed a few screw ups.

The words of the creature however, still floated through her mind. Her sisters? Surely Bubbles and Buttercup had been killed by the humans they'd returned to help. She'd tried to stop them from returning, but they hadn't listened. For the first few years of her life, Blossom had often wondered what had become of Bubbles and Buttercup, but she had now long since forgotten about them. Or at least stopped caring.

Now however, if they were still alive, it meant they might pose a large threat to her mission. The computers back at base hadn't picked up any particularly strong warriors when scanning the planet, which was why she'd been given the job. Then again, they hadn't scanned for as long as Blossom would have liked.

"Fine," she muttered to herself. "If they are alive, I wouldn't mind a chance for revenge against them too." She reached up and pressed a button on the side of her scouter. Numbers began to flash on the visor, and soon enough, it picked up two power levels that were stronger then average, locating them a short distance to the east. Blossom nodded to herself.

"Good," she said calmly. "I hope they're ready for the fight of they're all too short lives, because I want this entire planet to know who destroyed them and why!" With that, she surged into the air, leaving her pink energy trail stretching out behind.