A/N: Hello everyone reading (which is probably very few...)! This is my first posted KFP story here (I've been writing oneshots & fics here and there for a few months, but I've finished very few)!

So obviously, this is a collection of drabbles and oneshots of Tigress and Po based on a word I got from a random word generator online. Each drabble/oneshot will have a different purpose and setting and time in their "relationship." (for example: one story might be right after KFP when Tigress still hates Po (like this one you're about to read!), while another might be an AU story of their marriage-we'll see what lies ahead)

I can't think of much else to say, really. At least not now...

One note on this story is that I realize that there's a lot of fragments: THAT'S THE POINT. Before some of you turn away in disgust from the "incorrect grammar," (I know I do that myself...) this is on purpose. Kay? :)

Okay, you can go ahead and read now. ENJOY! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own KFP. D:

Satisfying

She was always told to be better.

To train harder. To be stronger. To be faster.

So that was what she did.

From the day she turned seven until now, she trained from dawn to dusk. Everday. All day. She never had a day off. She would be given half of the day off on the day of the Winter Festival and other similar holidays, but everyday involved fighting in some way.

Shifu was never sastisfied.

As her skill grew, he lifted his goals higher and higher. She forced herself to be better.

To make him proud.

But it was never good enough. She was never good enough.

She trained harder and harder, trying to reach the lofty goals he had for her.

"Why do you do that?"

She turned around from the wooden dummy she was figting to see Po standing in the doorway of the Training Hall, blinking at her.

"What are you talking about?" She questioned, her voice slightly bitter. She had come to train alone.

"The way you work yourself to death." He said, tilting his head to the side. He stared at her, as if he was trying to figure out a puzzle. "It's like you're trying to prove something."

For a moment, she froze. How was it that the panda, who was obviously not the sharpest knife in the box, had been the one to see through her mask? Was it really that obvious?

She regained her composure as she said, coolly, "I still have no idea what you're talking about."

He ignored her comment. He walked up to her and said, "No, seriously, Master Tigress."

She ignored him like he ignored her comment, and she began to beat up the wooden dummy once again. She hoped that if she pretended to be engrossed with her training, he'd leave her alone. True, she no longer hated him since his defeat of Tai-Lung.

But that didn't mean she liked him yet either.

"You don't need to prove anything."

'If only you knew,' She thought. But she remained quiet, ignoring his presence.

"You're totally awesome, just the way you are!" He gave her a geeky and cheesy grin.

Half of her wanted to knock him so hard in his jaw that he'd be unconscious for fifty years.

The other half wanted to smile at him and thank him for caring, for being content; for being sastified with her.

Instead she stood there, completly frozen and her face emotionless.

"Master Tigress?" He asked, daring to step foward. "Is everything alright?"

"If you don't mind," She said coolly, her voice giving no trace of emotion. "I'd like to continue my training."

"Oh, right, right, right! Of course. I didn't mean to...yeah, I...okay, bye." He stuttered as he walked out of the Training Hall.

She tried to focus on the dummy in front of her, but it was no use; his words kept echoing in her ears.

"Po?" She said aloud, though expecting no response. "Thank you."

A voice replied from outside the door. "Your welcome."