Hey! Starting a new project while working on my others, because while I do know there is another story with the same plot, I wanted to do this also, because, I honestly take offense when people tell me how to write, and the other is a bit different. So I'm doing this, flame if you disapprove. This is KFP2 Tigress' POV.
Disclaimer: MY BODY IS READY IS YOURS?! [Molestia get down from there! Go back to your world!] Fine, this is a KFP story and Night Fire doesn't own jackshit of it. [In this world I'm Zach!] Go screw my sister! [already have!] And you left me out of it?! [Yes, you fuck to many people] Touche.
It had been a few months since defeat of Tai Lung, Po and us had become a family, and we still trained but we were also screwing around more often. Of course he was the first to make me smile in so many years. But he really is something else.
"34…35…36…Stay focused…37…" I said counting and encouraging him.
"How is he doing that with his face?!" Mantis said shocked.
Po put one more bean bun in his mouth and slammed his fist down. "38 bean buns!" He said in a muffled voice.
"New record! You monster!" Mantis said.
"Keep going, hit 40!" Monkey said pointing at the bowl.
"He'll never hit 40! Crane said in disbelief.
"You just wait, I'll go to 40!" Po said grabbing two more.
"Do it." I said as a challenge.
"Okay!" he responded sticking two more in his mouth and started to struggle with closing his mouth. I felt my jaw open as I watched and he closed it and cheered. All of us joined in, me giving a small fist pump.
"Looks like your training has paid off Dragon Warrior." I said with a smile, then Crane hit his back and all the bean buns shot out. I blocked the ones that flew at me, then I heard the gong bell ring.
"Oh, that's Master Shifu! I got to go guys! You'll save those for me right?" Po said running out towards the dragon grotto, actual worry on his face.
We smiled as he ran off. I had my own special smile, wondering how I ever could have been such a bitch to him when he first came. Guess I was just jealous that he got the tittle. Oh well, I start to wonder what to do when a messenger came in worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Bandits, they are heading to the musicians' village!" He said worried.
And while this may be short, I'm ending it here. I'd upload it now, but I'm on a plane. So if you recognized the disclaimer reference, I love you. Flame or review, it's all good. Peace off.