Hello! Guess what, I still own nothing.

(No real author notes today, except that this is going to pick up soon, because the meat of the story, I.E. the part I first thought of, is coming up.)

After a quick argument, the girls had finally decided on what to do with the broken body of Voda. Instead of drawing the remaining population into an uproar about aliens, they decided to silently take it back to their house. Perhaps Flamera could get some information out of it.

It wasn't as difficult to do without being spotted as one would think, due to the mass slaughter that had happened.

"We're really going to need to clean this up somehow," remarked Buttercup. "Yeah. But how do we do that?" asked Bubbles.

"Although I hate to say it, we'll worry about that later," said Blossom. "We need to see just who this 'High Mistress' is, and Flamera sounded like she knew something about it. And let's definitely make sure he doesn't get away from us."

When the warped alien finally regained full consciousness, he found himself restrained to a metallic table, with his conquerors, and a familiar-looking phoenix standing over him. "What? Where am I? Let me go, or else face my wrath!" The fact that he was strapped down seemed to lessen the magnitude of his threat.

"Yeah, right," said Buttercup. "You're not doin' anything from there." "Don't be so sure. He's unpredictable." Remarked Flamera. "Now, time for some answers. I know who you are, but who are you working for? You're always in the employment of somebody."

"Oh, I can answer that!" said Bubbles. "He said something about a 'High Mistress'.

"…High Mistress?" Worry could definitely be seen on her face now. "Uh oh. This isn't good. Not at all." "Why?" asked Blossom. "What's so bad about her?" At this their momentarily forgotten captive laughed. "What's so bad? You'll see when you meet her! Which will be anytime now…"

That's when the girls got worried. Buttercup started to ask, "What do you mean, 'any-"

And that's when they felt a sharp tremor. "Whoa! What was that?" The evil alien grinned as much as it could. "That would be the High Mistress searching."

"No way…come on, girls! We've got to put a stop to this now!" Flamera quickly stepped up. "I'm coming too. There's no way you can take her alone, even with your powers." Blossom turned back to the phoenix. "Look, you can't. You need to watch this guy and make sure he doesn't get away." "What! No. I said I-" Suddenly another tremor shook them. "Okay, there's no time to argue. Professor!" Soon after, he appeared around the corner. "Yes, girls? You're done with that interrogation I assume?" "Yeah, professor, but we need a way to keep this guy tied down."

"Hmm…perhaps an anesthetic will work…though since I don't know his biological structure, I have no idea how it will truly react…" "We don't have time to stick around and see. Come on, everyone, let's go!" And with that, they took off towards Townsville, Flamera bringing up the rear, flying through the hole the girls made.

After they left, the Professor turned towards a table of chemicals, and picked up what looked like a spray can. As he turned towards the captive, he didn't see Voda manage to shift his back ever so slightly…

By the time they arrived at Townsville, it seemed like a war had been fought there. Buildings were cracked and shattered, the roads were tossed up, and overall looked like a monster had finally been allowed to run rampant in the city, and hadn't wasted any time.

"Oh…my…" Blossom couldn't even finish her sentence. Flamera scowled at the destruction. "This is all her work. She loves chaos, revels in it. Nothing she prefers more, except universal domination." "But where is she? I'd say just follow the mess, but the mess is everywhere!" remarked Buttercup.

Flamera thought. "Well, most likely she's tried to get information on where the head of this city is." "Why?" asked Bubbles. "So she can go straight to the top, and force the leader to surrender to her. She doesn't waste time with hostile takeovers unless it's necessary." She sighed. "Pretty effective, actually. So, who's the leader of this place?" The girls made a collective gasp.

"The Mayor!" Without waiting for Flamera, they rushed towards City Hall.

City Hall was in their sights, when a large hot pink beam tore though the air. Looking for where it came from, they quickly spotted a hole…right where the Mayor's office should've been. "NO!" they all shouted. A split-second later they had arrived where the hole was, and were looking through it. The back of the room where the Mayor's desk was had outright vanished, leaving a smoking crater in its place. The Mayor and Ms. Bellum was nowhere to been seen, however, there was someone-or something-else there.

It was definitely alien, although its basic body structure resembled a human's. It was roughly only 5 feet tall, perhaps a bit shorter, had no visible toes, and had fingers like a human's, but the resemblance ended there. Its skin was bright white, with all sorts of colors changing, fading in and out on different areas on its body, moving and bending like the Northern Lights. Its eyes were shaped like horizontal diamonds, and were a constant white. It had no hair of any kind, and protruding from its forehead was a fairly long, gently upward curving horn. Its hand was outstretched, and it was clear that this was the one who had fired the blast.

"What…who are you? And what have you done to the Mayor?" shouted Blossom.

The new alien tilted its head to the side slightly. It smiled, and opened its mouth, and what came out was a light, yet sinister voice.

"I killed him. That's all."

The girls were aghast. Although fairly incompetent, the Mayor was a very nice and lovable fellow…and he was dead. Worse, she seemed happy that she had shed blood.

"No…how could you! He was our friend!" The alien raised a non-existent eyebrow. "Friend? Really? Well than…I suppose I'll have to do away with you, as well." She took a good look at them. "…You are the ones who defeated Voda, aren't you? I can tell." Her smile disappeared. "In that case, you WILL pay for eliminating one of my top warriors. As for your earlier question…" A surreal glow suddenly emanated from her horn.

"I am the High Mistress Neon of the planet Ja' lai, and it is time for you to DIE!" And without warning, she launched herself at the three.

That's it for this chapter. The actual fight will take up a good bit of space, (Hopefully Dragonball Z long) and this was a set-up chapter to intro Neon. And sorry about the Author notes not being apart from the regular story. Stupid QuickEdit…

By the way, if anyone other than Hairy Gregory reads this, review PLEASE! I'd really like to know you are there! If only HG reads this, than could you recommend this to a couple of someone elses, maybe, perchance?