Yours

Epilogue

"Bubbles Utonium, do you take this man to be your faithful husband?"

I smiled and looked at Alan. "I-"

I was interrupted by a loud explosion that shook the entire venue causing drinks to spill and some of the paparazzi that were standing at the back to lose their balance. Another explosion even closer this time, caused the guests to stand up and start running around as if doing so would save their lives. I felt Alan wrap his arms around me protectively, but even though I found it very cute and shivery, it still somewhat bothered me. Blossom nodded at Buttercup and they both stood up to take matters into their own hands, I was left out of it.

While Blossom rounded up the people to make them exit the venue safely, Buttercup was out investigating what had caused the explosions. In the meantime, I was being pampered by my groom as he hugged me as if I was a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. Alan was the sweetest guy in the world but he could also be overprotective, a bit too much at times.

"I have to go help," I said to Alan when a third explosion made some of the ceiling fall on the floor. I had to help Blossom get more people out of here, us included.

"No, you don't!" Alan said taking a firm hold of my arm, nothing I couldn't pull away from with my super-strength, "You're my bride, Bubbles, my responsibility and I won't let anything hurt you,"

"I'm a Powerpuff Girl, Alan, you knew this before we even met each other," I pulled away from his grip but he grabbed my arm again.

"You're wrong," he said and grabbed my face with both his hands forcing me to look at him in the eyes, "You're not a girl anymore, Bubbles, you're a young woman, the woman I want to share my life with. I want you to be the woman that will be home with the children when I come home from work and not away putting her life in danger fighting monsters."

"Alan-"

"If you want us to work you're going to have to retire from your super-hero days," Alan said firmly.

"I-I… I can't do that," there was a forth explosion, this one seemed to be directed at me but Blossom got us out of the way before it hit.

"You have to get out of here-" Blossom hissed gasping for breath, she had managed to get everyone out but Alan and I had stayed behind because of our argument.

"I dislike not being invited to weddings," Princess annoying voice echoed in the destroyed walls of the venue. Her figure became more noticeable as the dust cleared to show her wearing her same yellow "Powerpuffed" outfit.

"There's a reason why you weren't," Blossom hissed through gritted teeth.

"I don't see why, I'm the most important public figure in this stupid city," Princess smiled arrogantly, "anyone would want me in their celebration to give it class,"

"Yeah, because literally crashing a wedding is so classy," Blossom snorted, where was Buttercup?

"I don't like doing half-hearted work," she smirked.

"Who would've thought we would agree on something?" Blossom asked and launched against Princess.

I stood up and grabbed Alan to fly out of the venue before things got nasty. Blossom had a growing grudge for Princess that I really didn't understand, but whatever Princess had done to Blossom it had really pissed Blossom off. I landed at Townsville's Park, half way from home, and looked at him with an apologetic look.

"If you leave, don't even bother coming back," Alan said in a cold voice.

"Can't we talk about this?"

"What's the point?" he said with a soft smile, "it doesn't matter how much we talk in the end the answer will always be the same."

"Alan-"

"I loved how selfless you always were," he looked down at his hands, "I thought that you would give up your superhero life to make us work because I thought you loved me. I knew it was too much to ask and maybe even to selfish of me, but I never expected you to turn your back on me. I guess I thought your selflessness would make us work but as it turns out, it's your selflessness that it's pushing us apart. You put your life in danger to save other people's lives and I can't see you do that."

"This is who I was born to be," I told him softly as another set of explosions was heard in the distance.

"I know that," he gave me a friendly smile. "I guess it was my fault for wanting you to give that up. It was selfish of me to expect you to make such sacrifice when the biggest thing I have given up is a house in New York. What I'm saying is, we shouldn't have rushed into this,"

I bit my lip and nodded. We had only been dating for three months when we decided to get married.

"I guess it's over, then?" I said taking off my ring.

"I guess so," he sighed taking the ring. "On a different note, we would've made the cutest babies,"

I laughed softly, "We would've, wouldn't we?"

"But, if you're not happy, it really doesn't matter how cute our babies are," he caressed my cheek. "And I know you won't be happy if I make you give up being a Powerpuff Woman."

"I hope you find your perfect woman," I said sincerely.

"And I hope you find your perfect man and have the perfect happy ending," he said and kissed my cheek the way he used to do when we were friends. Another explosion went off far in the distance, "Go do what you were born to do,"

I nodded and took flight home, an apartment my sisters and I bought when we turned nineteen, to get out of my beautiful wedding gown, which now meant nothing to me, into something more comfortable. I got home and got in my room through the window, which was surprising because of the puffiness of my dress, and I started unzipping the gown but it got stuck halfway down. With no one there to help me I decided to simply rip it off, after all it wasn't like I was going to wear it again. But then, I felt something cold go down my spine when a pair of hands helped me finish unzipping the dress.

"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly.

"I should be asking you that," I spat at him, "this is my room, Boomer."

"You know what I mean," I turned to face him but he was facing the wall, his hands were fists. "Are you done getting dressed?"

"Eh?" that's when I realized I was still on my unzipped gown. I blushed and quickly pulled out my gray sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. I quickly changed and threw the gown to a far away corner.

"So, what are you doing here?" he asked turning around slowly to make sure I was done. How sweet. "Shouldn't you be getting married to… him?"

"In case you haven't noticed, Princess went on a rampage and destroyed half the city, my venue included," I said rather grateful, if it hadn't been for her I probably would've made the biggest mistake of my life.

"Where's your ring?" he asked out of nowhere looking at my hand attentively.

"The… the wedding's off," I said, it came out more sour than I wanted it to and I struggled to fight the tears. Breaking up was still hard even when you didn't really loved that person you thought you loved.

"And what I told you had no influence on that?" His eyes lit up as if hoping I would say yes. I looked away from his gaze, "Didn't think so."

I looked up at him, the light in his eyes was gone. "It did make an influence," I said feeling my cheeks burning, "if it hadn't I would be crying my eyes out because Alan and I broke up."

"So I'm like a rebound?" he arched an eyebrow.

"No!" I said that a little louder than I had wanted, "he was the rebound." I covered my mouth with my hands surprised I had even said that.

"The man you were going to marry was a rebound? From whom?" he seemed in as much shock as I was.

"No one," I said blushing looking away.

"Tell me,"

"You haven't even told me what you're doing here," I yelled trying to start a new subject.

It was his turn to blush, even though he seemed to try to fight it to keep it under control, his pale skin made the red of his cheeks to stand out, the same way mine did.

"Well…" he looked away, "shouldn't you be saving the city or something?"

Cute. "My sisters can take care of it," I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"I was going to trash your room to get some of my anger out,"

My eyes widened, "Really?"

"No," he said, a small smile forming on his lips; it took me a while to realize he was joking. "I just… thought I could… get to know you better before you got married."

"You had years to do that," I said bitterly.

He looked at me; his deep blue eyes hypnotized me, "did I?" he gave a step closer, "The villain had the chance of getting to know the hero better for years? Don't joke with me,"

I walked closer to him, "Boomer…" I placed my hand on his cheek and started caressing it, "you really never noticed?" he shook his head as he wrapped his arm around my waist, never breaking eye contact.

I got on my tiptoes and pecked his lips, but he deepened the kiss moving his lips softly against mine. I smiled against his lips feeling my head spinning in sheer bliss as he caressed my cheek with his knuckles without breaking the kiss. I pulled away when my lungs ran out of air and looked at him in the eyes.

"My heart has always been yours," I said blushing, making him blush as he rested his forehead against mine.

"You do realize how much shit we're going to get for this, right?"

"I know,"

"Do you care?"

"Not at all,"

"Good," he said and then kissed me again.

3 years later…

"I still think Bubbles Jojo would sound better," Boomer said kissing my cheek after dropping the last box of our belongings in the living room of our new apartment.

"Bubbles Utonium sounds just fine," I said leaving the box I was organizing and walking towards my new husband.

"Yeah, but Bubbles Jojo would've sound awesome," I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips.

"I need to be an Utonium for the headlines when I kick your butt for robbing something," I taunted playfully. Boomer had literally retired from his criminal days when we started dating.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because we're married," he walked to the bedroom and I followed behind him. "I'm robbing a bank next week, by the way,"

"But I'm busy all next week," I pouted.

"Exactly," he smiled playfully and kissed my lips pulling me to the bed.

"I'm starting to wonder if I made a mistake marrying you," I said playfully against his lips. I would never regret marrying him.

"Fair enough," he said smiling, "Divorce it is,"

"Divorce is going to be messy though," I caressed his cheek, "you're going to have to cut my chest open and pull my heart out and your pretty shirt will be stained with blood"

He arched an eyebrow, "What if I don't want your heart?"

"Too late," I pecked his lips again, "I gave it to you, remember? My heart is all yours now,"

"And I can happily live with that," he said and kissed me again.

This might not be the perfect happy ending, but it's my happy ending.

The End.

Another cheesy whatever thing, but I needed it to write the other one-shots-followed-by-an-epilogue fanfics I have in mind. They're going to be "Mine" and "Ours" one will be about Blossom and Brick and the other about Buttercup and Butch. So yeah… they won't be posted until I update all of my other stories so please bear with me.

Take Care Everyone.