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If you haven't done so, please read the first fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet." Thanks.
This is story number forty-two. Yeah, I finally got another one written. I guess it'll be slow going until my brain unclogs.
I've gotten requests on more than one occasion to write up a particular pair in my very next chapter. In those cases, I have added the requested pairing to my list. But I am doing this stories in a certain order, so I don't know when I'll get to those stories. It depends on how fast I write. If you want to know my current list, it'll be posted at the end of this story (and remember that I alternate requests with non-requests.)
Trent and Tori
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Jerks," growled Trent as he trudged onto the beach. He had spent the past five days scrubbing all the DinoZords. It wasn't until late into last night, while he was spy...uh...looking at the files about the past teams that he learned that newbies were NEVER made to do such a demeaning task. It seems like some inventor nerd named Millie or Philly or something like that had invented an automatic Zord bathing machine just for that task.
So, when it was time for him to start washing the BrachioZord that morning, he simply waited until the others had turned their backs and dumped all the soapy water on them, making sure most of it landed on Conner. Trent could still see them all falling over each other. Then he headed off in his dad's 'borrowed' Lincoln to a beach several towns away. He had always wanted to paint the scenery at Blue Bay Harbor Beach.
Tori daydreamed as she paddled around, waiting for a wave. She would never admit it, but she loved being the only female in her team. With all the attention and secret 'gifts' left by all her teammates, she was scoring some great loot. She had already scored two pairs of diamond earrings, an emerald brooch, ruby slippers, three Coach handbags, a tin of caviar, a Ferrari, a 20 foot yacht, and a diamond encrusted surfboard. Tori frowned, actually that wasn't too good a gift as it sunk the first time she took it out. As it was, the guys were all constantly filling in applications to supplement the pay they got from working for Kelly and to pay their humongous credit card debts. Blake was so far in debt that he had put his motorbike up on e-bay and was now racing with a souped up tricycle. With the boys working all day and night, she would have all the time to plan a future tryst with the current guinea pig of her dreams, well if Sensei ever managed to turn back into a human. She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't see the giant wave coming.
Trent had set up his easel where he had the best view of the surf. Three minutes later, after the angry muscle-bound sunbather whose leg he had set the easel upon had smashed said easel and attempted to smash Trent, the White DinoThunder Ranger had settled himself on another spot on the sand with a pad of paper. He was so focused on sketching a conch shell that was laying on the sand in front of him that he didn't hear the warning cry before someone landed on him.
"Wow!" enthused Tori. "That was the greatest wave ever! It must've thrown me fifty feet!" "Uh, are you okay?" queried Trent.
"I'm more than okay, I'm great!" Tori continued excitedly. "I wonder if I should contact the Guiness Book of World Records."
"Oh, I'll make sure to invite them personally to your victory party," said Trent sarcastically. "Now, if you don't mind...GET THE HELL OFF ME!"
"Whoops," stated Tori sheepishly as she rolled off the dark-haired teen. "Sorry about that."
"Don't know what you're doing on a surfboard anyway," Trent grumbled. "You don't even seem to know that it's a water sport, not an air sport."
"Tori's eyes flashed. She opened her mouth to protest, but then she noticed Trent's drawing. "Oh, I see I messed up your picture. Sorry about that, as well."
Trent examined his sketch and then looked puzzedly at the blonde. "What are you talking about? It's fine."
Tori looked at it again. "Ohhhhh...well, it's such a nice little picture of a...uh..."
Trent picked up the conch shell. "It's a sketch of this shell. It's not finished."
"It's a really nice try though," Tori said patronizingly. "You know they have beginning art classes at Blue Bay Elementary. Most of the students are kids, but they do take the occasional adult."
Trent stood up and glared at her. "I'll have you know that I have my art posted all over the walls of Hayley's Cyber Café."
"Oh, really?" returned Tori. "Well I happen to have several surfing awards displayed at Storm Chargers."
"For what? The most surfing bloopers?"
"Yeah, well, at least I don't have to worry about covering up the numbers as I paint."
"Hey, how did you...uh, I mean, I DON'T do paint by numbers." He grinned sarcastically at the blonde girl. "Now, you see that?" He pointed at the ocean. "That is called the 'ocean.' And that..." he pointed to Tori's surfboard that had just washed up on shore, "that's called a surfboard. You are supposed to use those toge..." He clamped his mouth shut as he noticed something.
"No, duh," Tori snapped back. "That's what I was doing when..." she noticed Trent's strange looks. "What? Do I have algae in my hair?"
"Why does your board have 'Blue Ninja Ranger' painted on it?"
Tori paled. She knew she should've have let Shane decorate everyone's sports equipment. Now she'd really get in trouble with Sensei. But then again, what damage could a little guinea pig do anyway? "Why do you think?" she asked flippantly.
"Oh, my God," Trent gasped. "I know who you are. I should've recognized you from the video."
"What video?" cried Tori. "I should have you know that I had nothing to do with that. My so called 'best friends' thought it would be a hoot to post my head on some porn star's body all over the internet." That was the day that she found out how to use her surfboard as a bludgeon.
"No, I'm talking about the video Dr. O. has down in his secret lair. The one with all the Power Rangers and their history." He mentally made a note to do an extensive internet search later...while Kira was shopping for her new concert outfit.
"Ah, yes, I remember him coming over with his video camera. At first we thought he was some kind of nut looking to sell photos of us to the tabloids. But, when he morphed into the Red Zeo..." She paused and looked suspiciously at Trent. "How would you know about the secret video ? The only ones who are allowed to see it are Rangers.'' She suddenly rushed at Trent and knocked him to the ground. "You must be one of Lothor's leftover spies!" She began pounding on the hapless guy.
"Get off me, you idiot!" Try as he might, Trent could not get enough leverage to push the furious Blue Ninja Storm Ranger off him. "Ah, the hell with it...Dino Thunder, Power Up!" A second later there was a flash and Trent stood before Tori in his White Ranger outfit. "I can watch the video because I am a Ranger, you dolt!" he glowered. He didn't even take note as the other beachgoers glanced at him and then ran off screaming in terror about the 'evil White Ranger.'
"You...you...you're the evil White Ranger!" announced Tori, who had noticed all the screaming going on around them. "Well, you're going down!" She was more than thrilled. Here was a way to prove to the guys that she was more than some surfer chick...or dude as she was sometimes annoyingly referred to as. "Power of Water!" she cried.
Trent gaped as Tori as she began drawing water from the ocean. "No wait! I'm not evil..." he sputtered as a large rush of water knocked backwards head over heels causing him to demorph, "...anymore."
"A likely story," growled Tori.
" No, honest, my morphed stopped controlling me and now I'm on the Dino Thunder team with those dorks...I mean with the others." Trent flinched as Tori began to gather up more water. "Oh, come on, it is possible to go from bad Ranger to good Ranger, isn't it?"
As Tori let more water spray onto Trent, causing him to fall over again, she realized her mistake. "Wait, you mean you turned from evil to good just like Hunter and Blake?" Suddenly her eyes teared up. "Blake? Blake? When are you going to leave that pit crew hussy and come back for me?" She flopped down to the sand and began to sob her eyes out. Two minutes later, she was sputtering from the bucket of water that Trent had poured all over her head.
"Hey!" cried Tori, angered at having her self-pity party interrupted. She began to toss sand and water onto Trent again, who retaliated in the same way. This continued for several hours and it took both teams another several hours to chip them out of the hardened mounds of sand they were each stuck up to their necks in.
A.N.- Ok, for those who may be curious, here is my list of pairings for future chapters:
timeforce101-Sydney/Jason
Elizabeth/Karone
Jenna Summers-Conner/Dustin
Cassie/Eric
the pilot of eva unit 04- Tommy/Trini
Cassie/Tori
Charra Loon- Tommy/Cruger
Ethan/Kat
That'll bring me up to fifty stories. If I missed a request, please let me know. Cmar, I know you requested a three-way meeting. If I do that, it'll have to be under it's own story. But I probably will write that one also.