Misadventures of Tron and Denise Bonne
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, I don't own anybody, just a few games...uhhh...yeah. Everyone's owned by Capcom.
Author's Note: Holy...I'm doing a update! And a very nice one too n.n. I've cleaned up Chapter One and Chapter two is here too. Chapter Three will come sometime this week.
-------------------One: The Motive
The Geselshaft was on course to Kattlelox Island again, the Bonnes were looking for the Golden Refractor that the Servbots dropped a while ago. Teasel was upset to say the least, he locked himself in his chambers with Mr. Snuggles, probally to do a little cuddling. Tron was pretty calm, with the Gustaff back up to par, she was confident of the mech's powers, it did save the world afterall. She was sitting back in her airchair, looking at the only TV which was in her own room.
Tron let her leg swing out, hitting Number 40 in the head to knock him on his stomach. She smirked lightly and looked back up at the screen. "You were in the way..." She knew that was where he was going, he always whined too much whenever she did something.
The show they were watching went off soon after in place of the news. The Servbots groaned lightly, wanting to watch some more cartoons as they got up and went back to thier stations. Tron looked around for the remote, and seen it was being moved around on her bed by some jumping Servbots. "Hey wait a second!" She jumped up from her chair and yelled at them, she hated getting her bed messed up (Even if she never makes it herself). "Get off my bed right now or I'll make you run the-"
The booming voice of the announcer on the news came in. "And right now I bring you some breaking news from Kattlelox Island...."
There was a pause, Tron looked back at the TV, the first thing that caught her eyes was the bright red and yellow Airship in one of the Windows of the TV. She quickly sat down in the chair again which made a light squeak.
"Megaman Voulnut has announced that he was going to help Prepare the people of Kattlelox from future Sky Pirate attacks by training thier rookie Police officers. One of the first to be trained on this new policy will be this young girl..."
Tron was brought in by this, kinda like a trance which caused her to lightly flush, for a second she was able to see him. Then she seen him with the trainee who she recongized right away. The girl was exactly the same height and size as Tron, but had a slightly lightly tone of hair and blue eyes. "D-denise is being trained by Megaman?" She huffed a little, lightly closing her eyes, Denise showed little inproovement over the three days that Tron robbed her town. "She isn't good enough to be trained by him...but I..."
She stopped for a minute, like she was thinking of something. Then she jumped up from her chair." I got it! I have a idea!" She smiled, but her mood quickly changed when she heard some snickering behind her.
"Wow, you thought of it all by yourself too, Miss Tron." The servbot that said that was under Tron's Piano looking around for some sheet music.
Tron faked a little laugh herself, walking over to the Piano and standing right beside it. " Uh huh, you think you're so funny...Well I think it'll be funny that you'll be running laps in the Touture room."
Denise was preparing for her first lesson with using a real Buster Gun tommarow, rushing around her desk, knocking papers and books along the floor looking for her hoister. "Ohh...." She moved her gloved hands across the desk, but felt a little pain as she pressed her hand into a jar of pins. She pulled it back and it spilled on her skirt. "Ahhh!" She stumbled back and fell over her rolling chair, landing on her back in the pile of papers.
She let out a sigh, moving her hand out in front of her to see some pins still stuck in it. "Sometimes I think I'm not tough enough to be a cop..." She moved her fingers over one pin and yanked it out with a yelp. "Ouch..."
Out in the lobby, the police were taking thier traditional 'Dounuts and Coffee' break when a Servbot ran into the station. The policemen jumped up with thier guns out instantly, the one closest to the Servbot was holding out a donut by mistake.
"Wait a second!" He pulled his flag out and waved it around lightly with a little whimper. "I come in peace!"
The policeman with the dounut poked the servbot in the face with the bitten glazed end. "You'll leave in peices if you don't get out of here Pirate!" He looked at his 'gun' and blinked before stuffing the donut in his mouth.
"Ekkkkkk..." He squealed and fumbled around for a little peice of paper which was tied to a brick. "This is for Miss Denise!" He threw it at her office window, breaking the window and hitting Denise on the head before he scrambled to the door.
The rookie picked up the brick and the rock as she sat up, moving one hand up to lightly rub where the brick hit her head. " Go to the Kubon Cookout after work..." She flipped the paper over and seen some more writting. " Good for one free Hamburger!"
The servbot turned around and flailed his arms at Denise. "That offer is not valid at any location!" He turned around and ran out the door.
The Kubon Cookout was always packed after work, since everyone got off from work about the same time. Denise tried to find her way up to the front counter around the mob of people swamping the small robots behind the counter. It was like a nightmare, or your local McDonalds around dinnertime. The servbot behind the counter let the bar up so she could go into the Employee only room, then he turned around and seen a big boned lady.
"I want Ten Happy Meals!" The lady wiggled her way though the room of people, pushing some of them down and stepping on them. She laid her oversized purse on the counter.
The servbot, looked up at the lady, he couldn't see her face, but he muttered. "You can use some cheering up..." He snickered lightly, the same 'jokester' from Tron's room was reassigned back here.
The lady picked the Servbot up by its round yellow head behind the counter and started to shake him. Naturally the group of people started to back up thinking it was going to be a fight, but how much of a fight would a little guy have against someone who outweighs him ten fold?
Tron was at the desk in the darkened room counting some glowing Zenny shards when she heard the noise out there. She looked up and seen Denise and then looked at the door a little concerned since she could've sworn she heard the squeal of a Servbot. "What's going on out there?" She pointed her pencil towards the door a little confused.
"Erm...I dunno..." Denise walked over to the desk and sat down on the chair that was in front of it.
Tron shook her head lightly and got up from her chair, putting a pleasant smile on her face which was faker then some of the money that Mr Lothe pushed around. "So Denise old buddy-old pal-ol friend..." She walked around the desk, Denise started to scoot her chair back completely freaked out. "How you doin?"
"What are you up to Tron?"
"What makes you think I'm up to anything?" She looked innocently off to the side as she talked. "Can't I talk to my friend without being accused of anything?"
"No..." Denise seemed a little embarassed, maybe Tron was telling the truth. She put her hands firmly in her lap." I just thought you wanted something because you always talk to me when you want something..." Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she talked.
"Okay...so I do want something...but it shouldn't be too much of a favor..."
"I knew it..." She sighed lightly and looked up at Tron by moving her eyes, but her head was still tilted down at her lap. "Whatda want?"
"IwanttotrainwithMegaman..." She said it as a blurred sentance and seen that Denise didn't give her a exact ansrew when she looked at her strong. She quickly fell down, putting her hands toghter in front of her in a pleading postion in front of her. She was as embarassed as Denise looked, only seeing Teasel beg like this a few times. "Please Denise! I'll do anything to train with him! I'll never steal from your Town again, shoot! I'll rebuild some of those buildings I knocked over!"
"Tron, Tron, relax...I would let you do it, but you don't look 'nothin like me...they'll know its you..."
Tron looked up at Denise with a smirk, a very content smirk before standing back up. " Not with what I have in mind..."
The plan was drowned out by some frantic scratching on the other side of the door. "MISS TRON HELP ME!!!!" He squealed as his foot was grabbed from behind by that same bulking woman. She held him upside down face to face and he screamed. "Let go of me Shamo!" He flailed before he was thrown into a wall.
The servbots behind the counter climbed over slowly, the oldest one, with the red tip on his head looked back to his breathen and nodded lightly. "There's only one thing we can do in this situation..." The three there nodded, the two without red tips jumped down from the counter and ran though the crowd of people who were watching the fight.
"Place your bets right here people! The tanker or the robot! Odds are good on that tanker!" One of them yelled, shortly after he was pelted with small zenny shards.
The red tipped servbot moved over to get the mircophone which was behind the counter. He sat down on the counter and started to do some commentary. "And there goes that woman trying to body slam by bro...but here he comes..." He jumped up, there was the roar of the crowd again. "HE BIT HER! HE BIT HER!" He jumped up and down with a smile.
Back in the backroom, there was some light muttering.
"Is this a button up shirt?"
"Yes Denise..."
"Where do these skull markings go?"
"One of your shirt, the other two are earings...ewww...these things stink! Ya momma needs ta use another kind of soap!"
"Hey! Mother doesn't wash my clothes....anymore..."
There was some light giggling behind that. " Whatever, are you ready?"
"Uhhh...I guess so..."
The door opened out into the Chaos, Tron was pissed seeing her nice little restaunt was being destoryed. Now she was wearing glasses with a blue policesuit on and a policehat on her head. The glasses she wore changed the colors of her eyes (Like contacts) and her hair was brushed back lightly. She turned around, a little more then growling because of what was going on behind her. " B-bye Tron, I'll see you tommarow!" She tried to forge a high pitched voice like Denise had, well...no one was paying attention so she didn't know how it turned out.
She just let out a nervious chuckle and headed towards the door though the crowd, but stopped hearing something behind her.
"Here Miss Tron, its all the money from the bet!"
She wanted to turn around, that was her money and she should be getting it. She grunted lightly and slowly headed out the door, walking across the street towards the police station before she screeched out. "My moneyyyy!"
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Man, I reread over this story and its reveiws and I figured that I did have alot of errors (Maybe I got hold of some bad food x_X). Anyway, I was going to just go though and fix it up, but I finished and seen that I could do alot better, so rewrote the whole thing.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, I don't own anybody, just a few games...uhhh...yeah. Everyone's owned by Capcom.
Author's Note: Holy...I'm doing a update! And a very nice one too n.n. I've cleaned up Chapter One and Chapter two is here too. Chapter Three will come sometime this week.
-------------------One: The Motive
The Geselshaft was on course to Kattlelox Island again, the Bonnes were looking for the Golden Refractor that the Servbots dropped a while ago. Teasel was upset to say the least, he locked himself in his chambers with Mr. Snuggles, probally to do a little cuddling. Tron was pretty calm, with the Gustaff back up to par, she was confident of the mech's powers, it did save the world afterall. She was sitting back in her airchair, looking at the only TV which was in her own room.
Tron let her leg swing out, hitting Number 40 in the head to knock him on his stomach. She smirked lightly and looked back up at the screen. "You were in the way..." She knew that was where he was going, he always whined too much whenever she did something.
The show they were watching went off soon after in place of the news. The Servbots groaned lightly, wanting to watch some more cartoons as they got up and went back to thier stations. Tron looked around for the remote, and seen it was being moved around on her bed by some jumping Servbots. "Hey wait a second!" She jumped up from her chair and yelled at them, she hated getting her bed messed up (Even if she never makes it herself). "Get off my bed right now or I'll make you run the-"
The booming voice of the announcer on the news came in. "And right now I bring you some breaking news from Kattlelox Island...."
There was a pause, Tron looked back at the TV, the first thing that caught her eyes was the bright red and yellow Airship in one of the Windows of the TV. She quickly sat down in the chair again which made a light squeak.
"Megaman Voulnut has announced that he was going to help Prepare the people of Kattlelox from future Sky Pirate attacks by training thier rookie Police officers. One of the first to be trained on this new policy will be this young girl..."
Tron was brought in by this, kinda like a trance which caused her to lightly flush, for a second she was able to see him. Then she seen him with the trainee who she recongized right away. The girl was exactly the same height and size as Tron, but had a slightly lightly tone of hair and blue eyes. "D-denise is being trained by Megaman?" She huffed a little, lightly closing her eyes, Denise showed little inproovement over the three days that Tron robbed her town. "She isn't good enough to be trained by him...but I..."
She stopped for a minute, like she was thinking of something. Then she jumped up from her chair." I got it! I have a idea!" She smiled, but her mood quickly changed when she heard some snickering behind her.
"Wow, you thought of it all by yourself too, Miss Tron." The servbot that said that was under Tron's Piano looking around for some sheet music.
Tron faked a little laugh herself, walking over to the Piano and standing right beside it. " Uh huh, you think you're so funny...Well I think it'll be funny that you'll be running laps in the Touture room."
Denise was preparing for her first lesson with using a real Buster Gun tommarow, rushing around her desk, knocking papers and books along the floor looking for her hoister. "Ohh...." She moved her gloved hands across the desk, but felt a little pain as she pressed her hand into a jar of pins. She pulled it back and it spilled on her skirt. "Ahhh!" She stumbled back and fell over her rolling chair, landing on her back in the pile of papers.
She let out a sigh, moving her hand out in front of her to see some pins still stuck in it. "Sometimes I think I'm not tough enough to be a cop..." She moved her fingers over one pin and yanked it out with a yelp. "Ouch..."
Out in the lobby, the police were taking thier traditional 'Dounuts and Coffee' break when a Servbot ran into the station. The policemen jumped up with thier guns out instantly, the one closest to the Servbot was holding out a donut by mistake.
"Wait a second!" He pulled his flag out and waved it around lightly with a little whimper. "I come in peace!"
The policeman with the dounut poked the servbot in the face with the bitten glazed end. "You'll leave in peices if you don't get out of here Pirate!" He looked at his 'gun' and blinked before stuffing the donut in his mouth.
"Ekkkkkk..." He squealed and fumbled around for a little peice of paper which was tied to a brick. "This is for Miss Denise!" He threw it at her office window, breaking the window and hitting Denise on the head before he scrambled to the door.
The rookie picked up the brick and the rock as she sat up, moving one hand up to lightly rub where the brick hit her head. " Go to the Kubon Cookout after work..." She flipped the paper over and seen some more writting. " Good for one free Hamburger!"
The servbot turned around and flailed his arms at Denise. "That offer is not valid at any location!" He turned around and ran out the door.
The Kubon Cookout was always packed after work, since everyone got off from work about the same time. Denise tried to find her way up to the front counter around the mob of people swamping the small robots behind the counter. It was like a nightmare, or your local McDonalds around dinnertime. The servbot behind the counter let the bar up so she could go into the Employee only room, then he turned around and seen a big boned lady.
"I want Ten Happy Meals!" The lady wiggled her way though the room of people, pushing some of them down and stepping on them. She laid her oversized purse on the counter.
The servbot, looked up at the lady, he couldn't see her face, but he muttered. "You can use some cheering up..." He snickered lightly, the same 'jokester' from Tron's room was reassigned back here.
The lady picked the Servbot up by its round yellow head behind the counter and started to shake him. Naturally the group of people started to back up thinking it was going to be a fight, but how much of a fight would a little guy have against someone who outweighs him ten fold?
Tron was at the desk in the darkened room counting some glowing Zenny shards when she heard the noise out there. She looked up and seen Denise and then looked at the door a little concerned since she could've sworn she heard the squeal of a Servbot. "What's going on out there?" She pointed her pencil towards the door a little confused.
"Erm...I dunno..." Denise walked over to the desk and sat down on the chair that was in front of it.
Tron shook her head lightly and got up from her chair, putting a pleasant smile on her face which was faker then some of the money that Mr Lothe pushed around. "So Denise old buddy-old pal-ol friend..." She walked around the desk, Denise started to scoot her chair back completely freaked out. "How you doin?"
"What are you up to Tron?"
"What makes you think I'm up to anything?" She looked innocently off to the side as she talked. "Can't I talk to my friend without being accused of anything?"
"No..." Denise seemed a little embarassed, maybe Tron was telling the truth. She put her hands firmly in her lap." I just thought you wanted something because you always talk to me when you want something..." Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she talked.
"Okay...so I do want something...but it shouldn't be too much of a favor..."
"I knew it..." She sighed lightly and looked up at Tron by moving her eyes, but her head was still tilted down at her lap. "Whatda want?"
"IwanttotrainwithMegaman..." She said it as a blurred sentance and seen that Denise didn't give her a exact ansrew when she looked at her strong. She quickly fell down, putting her hands toghter in front of her in a pleading postion in front of her. She was as embarassed as Denise looked, only seeing Teasel beg like this a few times. "Please Denise! I'll do anything to train with him! I'll never steal from your Town again, shoot! I'll rebuild some of those buildings I knocked over!"
"Tron, Tron, relax...I would let you do it, but you don't look 'nothin like me...they'll know its you..."
Tron looked up at Denise with a smirk, a very content smirk before standing back up. " Not with what I have in mind..."
The plan was drowned out by some frantic scratching on the other side of the door. "MISS TRON HELP ME!!!!" He squealed as his foot was grabbed from behind by that same bulking woman. She held him upside down face to face and he screamed. "Let go of me Shamo!" He flailed before he was thrown into a wall.
The servbots behind the counter climbed over slowly, the oldest one, with the red tip on his head looked back to his breathen and nodded lightly. "There's only one thing we can do in this situation..." The three there nodded, the two without red tips jumped down from the counter and ran though the crowd of people who were watching the fight.
"Place your bets right here people! The tanker or the robot! Odds are good on that tanker!" One of them yelled, shortly after he was pelted with small zenny shards.
The red tipped servbot moved over to get the mircophone which was behind the counter. He sat down on the counter and started to do some commentary. "And there goes that woman trying to body slam by bro...but here he comes..." He jumped up, there was the roar of the crowd again. "HE BIT HER! HE BIT HER!" He jumped up and down with a smile.
Back in the backroom, there was some light muttering.
"Is this a button up shirt?"
"Yes Denise..."
"Where do these skull markings go?"
"One of your shirt, the other two are earings...ewww...these things stink! Ya momma needs ta use another kind of soap!"
"Hey! Mother doesn't wash my clothes....anymore..."
There was some light giggling behind that. " Whatever, are you ready?"
"Uhhh...I guess so..."
The door opened out into the Chaos, Tron was pissed seeing her nice little restaunt was being destoryed. Now she was wearing glasses with a blue policesuit on and a policehat on her head. The glasses she wore changed the colors of her eyes (Like contacts) and her hair was brushed back lightly. She turned around, a little more then growling because of what was going on behind her. " B-bye Tron, I'll see you tommarow!" She tried to forge a high pitched voice like Denise had, well...no one was paying attention so she didn't know how it turned out.
She just let out a nervious chuckle and headed towards the door though the crowd, but stopped hearing something behind her.
"Here Miss Tron, its all the money from the bet!"
She wanted to turn around, that was her money and she should be getting it. She grunted lightly and slowly headed out the door, walking across the street towards the police station before she screeched out. "My moneyyyy!"
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Man, I reread over this story and its reveiws and I figured that I did have alot of errors (Maybe I got hold of some bad food x_X). Anyway, I was going to just go though and fix it up, but I finished and seen that I could do alot better, so rewrote the whole thing.