Chapter 1: Fifteen Years
The city of Townsville!
A nice and friendly all-American city where the birds chirp in unison and...OH MY GOODNESS! TOWNSVILLE IS UNDER ATTACK BY A HIDEOUS MONSTER THAT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKEY WITH NAILS IN IT! OH, LOOK AT HOW IT SPITS THE NAILS EVERYWHERE AND DESTROYING THE BUILDING! FORTUNATELY FOR THE CITIZENS OF TOWNSVILLE, IT'S AIM IS MIRACULOUSLY DESTROYING THE BUILDINGS WITHOUT HURTING ANY OF THE CITIZENS!
OH WHO WILL SAVE THE CITY OF TOWNSVILLE FROM THIS DASTARDLY...OH WAIT WHAT'S THIS?!
"Girls, Formation Double Zeta!" A girl's voice, confident and charismatic echoed through the skies!
"Okay!" A bubbly,high pitched girlish voice answered back in response.
"Gotcha!" Another voice responded at the same time as the bubbly voice,but the timbre of the voice is more raspy and one might even say that it is femininely boyish.
Suddenly the monster was hit by a pink,light blue and lime green streaks of lights which proceed to move around the monster in an elliptical manner. Within seconds, the monster was thrown out from the skies and dissapeared in a broght sparkle.
AHA! THE MONSTER WAS STOPPED BY OUR FAIR MAIDEN DEFENDERS, THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! THUS,THE DAY IS SAVED BY THE POW...
WAIT...A ROBBERY?! POWERPUFF GIRLS, HEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!
[A Few Hours Later...]
It was already dark when the three heroines of Townsville returned home to the Utonium residence, flying through the three holes that they call a 'window' despite the fact that it is more like an access passage for them to fly out and save the day. Before they could even take a breath of relief at being home, the door opened and a tall man with a square-build jaw in a white labcoat and a black tie entered into their room.
"Hello girls,so how was your day?" The man's baritone voice said lovingly.
"Hello Professor..." the three girls said, the fatigue in their voice being very obvious. One of the heroines voiced out her frustration.
"Seriously, why do all monsters think of us as a rite of passage? Can't they go and find some other superhero to munch on?!" The roughest of the girls groaned, instantly reconizable by her lime green pupils, her frown and also her jet black hair. Her undercut and short punkish hair showed her tough and rebellious nature, and the presence of lime green highlights in her hair only served to emphasize her combative nature.
"Now now Buttercup, we can't criticise the cultures of others even if they are contrary to our own.. though I must say that those robbers really need to stop blasting buildings and make a mess out of my hair." The owner of the rather bossy voice belongs to a girl with pink irises and long flowing copper-coloured hair that goes down all the way to the back of her knees, tied up in a large red bow. She pushes some of the dirt from her her cheek length sidelocks and also her frontal fringe.
"Oh Blossom, on the bright side we get to save the day once again!" The blonde girl with twin braided buns, one on each side of her head said cheerfully as she dusts off the debris from her light blue vest and black dress.
As they touched down, Buttercup takes off her vest which is coloured the same as her eyes and throes it down on the floor. The vest emits a loud thud as it lands on their pink floor.
"Buttercup, how many times do I have to say to not throw the Composite Optimized Armored Tank-vest' on the floor? You might damage the floor." The man known as The Professor said sternly but caringly. He knows that the girls are just really tired from their crimefighting and he does not need to rub in more than he should.
Buttercup wanted to snark at The Professor for that comment, but seeing that he means no harm really held her tongue. After all, it is never wise to snap against your own father/creator unless you want to get some sort of punishment.
"Sorry Professor...I'll pick up the C.O.A.T." Buttercup voiced her apology and floats towards her advanced armoured system before picking it up. She then looked at her black dress,and then to the outfits that are worn by her sisters before turning her attention to the Professor once more. Realizing that they are waiting for him to leave in order for them to take their clothes off, the Professor coughed.
"Oh...sorry girls.I forgot that you are still wearing the D.R.E.S.S on. Once you take them off, just put the C.O.A.T, D.R.E.S.S, G.L.O.V.E and S.H.O.E in the Nano-Matrix Bin for repairs. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, so freshen up and have a good bath before coming down,okay?" The Professor closes the door and leave the girls alone to undress from their crimefighting gear.
As the girls activated the tinted glass mechanism to seal the 'windows' and started to get undress, they all could see how fatigued they are. The O.U.T.F.I.T system, essentially the compressed portable version of the D.Y.N.A.M.O protection system compressed into their present battle uniform, feels unnaturally heavy and thus when they dislodge one of the parts,they felt a burden on their frame being lifted from their body.
Buttercup being the most lean and toned of the girls suffered the least physically due to her muscles being able to tolerate the weight and punishment of their crimefighting but landing on her toned ass several times during the day really made her curse the part where she have to sit down to take the leggings of the D.R.E.S.S off her legs.
In contrast, Blossom could sit down just fine as she pulled out the leg section of her D.R.E.S.S ( though she honestly felt like it was more like a pantyhose), revealing her slender and shapely legs. If a man were to see Blossom takes those 'pantyhose' out, they would go wild especially how she moves her slender frame forward to pull them out. However her slender arms were sore from deflecting all those .50 cal bullets and RPGs the bank robbers used against her and she could only bear the bruning sensationin her arm. In fact, due to her slender frame she always tend to find the weight of her battle outfit the most burdensome.
However, she knows that her protest would fall onto deaf ears. Also, as they grow older, the threats that they faced are also much greater due to the common knowledge of their weakness to Antidote X which warrants even more protection for the she turned around , she noticed that Bubbles is already trying to take out the top part of her D.R.E.S.S.
The joy and the laughter of the group stretches her curvy frame and legs and several popping sounds could be heard as she cracked her back. It was tough when one of the blast of the RPG slammed her back first against the vault. Bubbles unseals the D.R.E.S.S and immediately her breast clad in her matching light blue frilly bra pops out aggressively from the outfit.
"Bubbles...did you grow a size larger again?" Blossom said as she gaped at the shapely breast of her sister. Among all of them,Bubbles have the largest -sized 'asset', while Blossom have the smallest. Blossom is definitely not happy with this development.
"Now that you mentioned it, it does feel a little tight around the chest. I think I need to ask the Professor to make my D.R.E.S.S larger." The innocence of her sibling only made Blossom sizzle with jealously.
Buttercup noticed the angst of her sister, but choose to not heed it. For all she cared about, she does not have such issues with her own body for she is perfect in every way. She, Buttercup, is a strong, confident woman.
As the sisters continue on undressing and getting ready for their bath, a mysterious shadow floats above their roof listening in on their conversation.
"Hm...how very interesting. I came back after fifteen years to find the three little bug-eyed fingerless little girls grown up to become such fine women with fingers at that. Interesting how puberty make the body change..."
The sinister figure said to figure entertained the thought that the Powerpuff Girls are now more like the Powerpuff Maidens, and it is a poignant reminder that time passes on.
"BUBBLES, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO NOT USE MY CONDITIONER!"
"But Blossom,you always use my lipstick! So why can't I use yours?" Bubbles protested but giggling at the same time.
"Geez, would you cut it out!" Buttercup snaps.
The mysterious figure recognize the voice as Blosssom's,the commander and the leader of the Powerpuff Girls. The figure could also make out the other voices as well. The raspy voice of the Buttercup the toughest fighter and the joy and laughter of figure remembered a time where they were cute little girls, but now they are acting like teenagers.
It was surprised that so much time had passed since it last appeared,and finding the adult superheroines is not really a pleasant surprise.
"No matter, the plan will still move on..." The figure then chuckles before dissapearing into the darkness of the night.
[Mindanao, Southern Phillipines -11.45pm]
A group of approximately fifty anxious armed men, some with AK-47s and some with RPG-7s are looking out over the river port,looking for something to appear or arrive. The darkness of the cloudy night only served to heighten the tension of the situation.
"When do you think the shipment would arrive?" one of them asked in their Filipino accent in a whisper before he was shushed by the latest shipment of the new combat formula that will be used to empower their resistance would be coming anytime now. Even though they would rather not deal with any drugs of any kind, but the times are desperate enough. Suddenly one of them hissed and points at the river. Slowly but surely, they could see a small barge coming up slowly to their location. The men's heart are already beating like a jackhammer,and now their hearts are beating even faster. The men hoped that they are not spotted by the Phillipine Armed Forces and not have to lose their lives today.
"Hey, what's up doc?" The sudden light-hearted boyish whisper with an American accent suddenly pierced the silence of the night.
To further spook the armed group, a soundtrack was blasted through the forest which pierced the night silence.
Your butt is mine,
Gonna tell you right.
Just show your face,
In broad daylight.
I'm telling you,
On how I feel.
Gonna hurt your mind...
Realizing that there is an enemy amidst their group, the anxious men immediately started firing and screaming of people getting hurt by gunshot could be heard.
Don't shoot to kill.
Shamone(come on)
Shamone (come on)
As the song played on, a sudden blaze of burning crimson bolt moves in a zigzag pattern amidst the group, causing even more confusion between their ranks.
Lay it on me,
All right.
I'm givin you,
On count to three.
To show your stuff,
Or let it be...
"SHOW YOURSELF YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" One of the armed men shouted in vain, for the music is still blaring and the chaos of battle is ongoing.
I'm telling you,
to just watch your mouth.
I know your game,
What you are on about.
Some of the men with the RPG-7s aimed at what they believe is the direction of where the music is coming from. Instead a cobalt blue streak of light impacted upon the ground causing several of the armed men to be propelled upwards into the air.
Well they say the sky's the limit,
And to me that's really true.
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'till I get through
It was then that the clouds cleared, and as the full moon lights up the battlefield some of the men noticed a surreal sight. The barge they are expecting has already lifted itself from the river and is now hovering up in the sky,defying the laws of gravity.
Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone
You know I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone you know...
"This is bad...really,really bad." The men who noticed the floating barge said in chorus. Some just lost the colours in their skins immediately, while others just crapped in their pants. Others just dropped their weapons and went down to their kness. It was then that their willpower plummeted as they realized that the barge is being thrown at them.
And the whole world has to answer right now,
Just to tell you once again,
Who's bad?
[Townsville, USA - 7.30 pm]
" So girls, school starts within a week. Any aspirations for the new school year?" The Professor asked the Powerpuff Girls,all whom are now eating their dinner, a simple dish of some shrimp aglio olio and some Waldorf salad. Blossom, being the most prim and proper among them, eats her meal with grace and elegance befitting a lady. Buttercup on the other hand is eating her in a more haphazard manner, but nice enough that the Professor can tolerate it.
"For me, I really hope that we can go on a road trip to somewhere. It would be nice to see new things." Bubbles said as she munched down on her salad.
"That sounds nice, next few months will be rather hectic but I think I can manage a trip for all of us." The man of the house smiled, and Bubbles smiled back.
"For me I really hope that I could get that scholarship for Harvard University." Blossom said with a little bit of uncertainty in her voice. Professor Utonium always knew that among his daughters, Blossom is always the most insecure when it comes to anything pertaining to her intelligence, hence why she puts in even more diligence and hard work into her studies. With every increase in her grades, the more the pressure builds for her.
"You will be fine Blossom, and honestly you need to loosen up a little. Too much stress will make you more worn out, which will affect your mental capacities to retain important data." The Professor said, with hopes that by reasoning to her with science she would loosen up. Blossom always functions at her best best when things are put into a rational perspective.
"Yeah, I guess you are right." Blossom said,her voice a little chirpier.
"Well I hope for this year we don't have to deal with anything worse than some monsters this year. It was a nice thing to know that a few of the villains are either retired, 'retired'," Buttercup mockingly emphasized with her fingers, "and some di-"
"Buttercup!" The pink-eyed girl admonishes her sibling.
"Well, it is the truth." Buttercup muttered. It is true, as the Amoeba Boys essentially broke down into oblivion due to someone accidentally pouring a new super antibiotic while they attempted to get the girl's attention by robbing a pharmaceutical.
"Evem though it is the truth,I will not tolerate speaking about anything violent while we are having our meal. You girls have enough violence to last a lifetime and more." Professor Utonium said with a voice of concern in his voice.
"Yes Professor." Buttercup groaned. Despite her general annoyance at her siblings and family, but deep down she knows that they only got each other, especially when they are unlike any other human being.
"Now, as for me I really hope that I am able to further make this already beautiful world a little better. Like the new thing I am inventing..." As the Professor continues on with the small talk, deep down inside him he knew that his world is already perfect but it is the challenge of maintaining the pristine nature of this world that counts now.
It is true that his intention to create the perfect little girls is in order for him he could teach his creations right from wrong and make a change in this once dastardly town. It is also true that the girls have exceeded his expectations and more but at the cost of more or less their little kindergardener should be burdened by the responsibility of saving the world from the forces of evil, but that is also a side effect of the accidental dose of Chemical X into his formula for the perfect little girl and also their in-built sense of good and justice. With that accidental dose, he essentially created what people call demi-gods and they are an awe-inspiring and and fearful thing. This makes the world a little tougher on the girls and even now there are those that still feel that they are freaks. To him, they will always be his darling little daughters and nothing in the world will change that fact. The fact that they are all teenagers only served to enforce the point that he was doing the right thing with them. The least he could do is to give them a semblance of a good and caring home with lots of love and free from the dark topics of the world.
All is good in the Utonium household, where family values are cherished and upheld, and needs not to be spoken out loud.
[Mindanao, Southern Philippines - 12.15 am]
"BOOMER!" The resonant tenor-like bark echoed throughout the pier and also the forest. The smoking battlefield is littered with mutiple groaning and still bodies, with a barge lodged into the ground pointing skywards.
"Hm?" A young man in an onyx and electric blue-striped hoodie with short sand blonde spiked hair was picking up his boombox when he heard his name being called by a dominating voice. He looks at the originator of the voice with his cobalt blue eyes, wondering why he was being summoned.
The owner of the voice is wearing a blood red cap facing backwards, which covers the top of his head. His long and sharp flowing mane of fiery burnt orange flows down his back, and his outfit is a faded dark maroon long-sleeved turtleneck accented by his entirely black slacks. However it appears that the turtleneck and the slacks are torn in several places showing his lean body.
"Have you seen Butch?" The cool demeanor of his brother contrast with his brother's bright crimson glowing eyes. The blue-hued brother knows that whenever his red brother's eye is glowing, he is either very excited or very pissed. Boomer noted with amazement that in this hot and humid weather, his brother is still wearing his turtleneck. As stupid as his brothers called him, Boomer knows enough that it must be unbearable in that turtleneck. Perhaps that is why he is so angry.
"Nope." Boomer responded. His voice is but a whisper and has an boyish timbre which often make him more childish. In contrast, his brother's resonant tenor is more like a cold and ruthless snarling predator ready to attack his prey.
"I can't find him."
"You're pissed." Boomer voiced his observation.
"Very." Brick snarled, showing a little of his teeth.
"Why?" Boomer asked.
"That idiot threw a boat at me!" Brick barked at his blue-eyed brother. Boomer could only shrug.
"To be fair, you did throw a Su-30M Flanker at him before." Boomer said nonchalantly, as he straps on his boombox on him. His fiery redhead brother wanted to say somethibg but decided not to pursue the matter. Boomer had learned that refuge in audacity allowed his a certain amount of snark if he disguised it as a casual remark. Works well with his brother's perception of his intelligence.
"What do you want?" A husky but warm voice answered. From the bushes, another young man with slicked hair pulled back by a hairband with dark green tank top and camo green army pants appeared. His more muscular and atheletic frame marks him out among his brothers and his tanktop only accentuate his physique. His forest green eyes looked at the red-eyed boy, as piercing as the forest leaves around them.
"Butch..." The anger in Brick's voice is apparent and Boomer whistled at the tone of his brother's red-maned boy walks towards the green boy and punches the green one with enough force that he stumbled down on the ground.
"You idiot! Throwing that boat nearly destroyed the important cargo within for our client! Do you realize what happens when we screw up the mission...HUH?! ALSO YOU DESTROYED MY FAVOURITE OUTFIT!" Butch turns up and look at his brother, annoyed at his pettiness. However, his brother is not done yet. Oh no, when the Rowdyruff Boys are at it, it can turn ugly. Especially when it is regarding the most trivial things. On cue, the red one kicked him in the stomach, but Butch did not flinch.
"Urgh...luckily for us the package is stored in a shock-absorbant box so the package is safe. But next time...you ain't going to go off that easily." Brick snarled at his brother on the ground.
Boys, Boys...don't need to be soo feisty over a small matter.
Brick, Butch and Boomer recognized the echoing sweet discordant voice and they are on alert now. Where the heck is that voice coming from, and how did it find them?
Oh boys, you think you can keep your secrets from your Father?
" To be honest you are more like our mom...Him." Butch snarked back.
Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree? Everybody is looking for something...
"What do you want?" Brick asked. Brick knew that the embodiment of evil does not just appear after leaving them alone for ten years for just some simple chit chat.
The large lobster-like pincers for hands appeared out from the darkness in a puff of red smoke which envelopes the green Rowdyruff Boy. Before he could even react, a pair of red claws came out and and sensually caresses Butch's chest which unsettled the Rowdyruff Boy deeply. Butch can also feel the long and slender legs of Him and the smooth leather boot touching his leg in a suggestive manner and he is utterly freaked out. As suddenly as it appears, the limbs and sensation dissapeared in a wisp of pinkish red mist.
Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used.
Boomer's is the next to be assaulted, for the discordantly sweet voice echoed through his ear. He could feel the breath of the being blowing into the canals of his ears, giving him an eerie tingling and sensous feeling that is not of this world. It is a rather masochistic feeling to feel pleasure from such a demonic voice but that is exactly how Boomer felt.
Some of them want to abuse you,some of them want to be abused.
Brick is now looking around for the voice had dissapeared from Boomer's side. Even though his brother s may be idiots, but he still has the responsibility to protect them from Him. it was then that the face of the nefarious being appeared before him in its infernal majesty,or to be exact its infernal gaudiness. The black widow's peak hair, long black eyelashes with the long curled beard contrasts greatly with his lobster red skin, rosy pink cheek makeup and glowing emerald eyes.
Brick's eyes digested the image of the crimson red ladies trenchcoat with the pink feathered scarf that drapes over Him's shoulder down to its knees. The red dress with its pink tulle at the collar and hemline, a black leather belt with a bronze buckle is even gaudier than he last remembered. As the figure steps down to the earth from its floating stance, the earth scorched itself black. As Him stands up to its full height, he dwarf the boys by at least two heads.
"I have a job for you boys." The voice that exits Him's black smiling lips growled in a deep demonic baritone.