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The sandy beach of Costa Brava seemed to absolutely sparkle in the bright summer sun, a feature that did not go unnoticed by the countless tourists who cluttered its shore. Kim and Ron continued their search for an untouched patch of sand to lay their stuff down on, finally coming onto a location that was surprisingly close to the water, but currently out of the range of the rippling waves.
"Well it's official KP. The ocean is calling and the Ron man must answer its cry." Ron announced with enthusiasm as he removed his shirt, moving quickly to dabble only as much sun screen as was absolutely necessary.
As he did, Kim could not resist lowering her sun glasses slightly, as she took in the sight of him. Throughout his life, Ron had not changed much in terms of physical build. Kim's mother had always speculated that Ron somehow maintained the perfect balance between a greased filled diet of Nacos and cheese and daily exercise resulting from all his world saving that kept his body in constant form. However, somewhere over the last year, that balance had been disrupted somehow, and Ron had put on a few pounds… in all the right places, Kim noted. Kim suddenly wondered whether or not Ron might be able to notice her blush beneath her sun hat and the light of day.
"A booyah at six leagues!" Ron shouted as he ran straight for the cool water, diving head first in with Rufus on his shoulders, maintaining his perch even as Ron emerged from the water. "Come on Kim. It's not summer without the sun and the beach."
Kim grinned widely at Ron's beckoning before merely shrugging, removing her sun hat and glasses and her shorts. She then took just a hair of a second longer than normal to remove her shirt, making sure Ron's focus was still on her as she did so.
Ron had to make sure to rub the last of the salt water from his eyes as he gazed upon Kim's skimpy, two piece, string suit. More like two half piece suit! This tiny light red number left very little to the imagination, covering only the bare essentials; a stark contrast to Kim's normal humility. Not that she didn't have plenty to be humble about, Ron noted, trying his best not to gawk at her even as she casually entered the water, moving up towards him.
"So Ron, are we going swimming or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" Kim grinned, proud of the reaction in Ron's face.
"Uh-huh." Ron replied weakly. "Wh-when did you pick that up?"
"Oh, just a little something Monique helped me grab before we came here. It's not too much is it?" Kim asked playfully.
"Too much! Any less and we'd have to find the nudist beaches… although…" Ron seemed to ponder the idea. Kim decided to snap him out of it.
"Hey Ron, how long can you hold your breath?" She asked playfully.
"Huh?" Ron was caught off guard by the change in topic and tone of conversation. He and Kim hadn't tried to outdo each other holding their breaths underwater since they were kids. "I don't know. Maybe a minute."
"Let's find out." In one swift motion, Kim moved to grab Rufus, holding him high in the air with one arm, even as she pulled herself close to Ron with the other, bringing her lips tightly to his even as she dragged the both of them underwater, taking care to hold Rufus above the waves.
Their lips never parted the entire time. As surprised as Ron was, he could feel Kim holding him close to her, making sure they didn't end up drinking in any of the water. As it went on, Ron's arms moved to pull Kim's waist close to him even as he felt her legs wrap themselves around his own stomach. All external noise was completely dulled except for the sound of the ocean around them, giving them the feel of being completely cut off from the entire world. The rush of the entire experience overwhelmed him. In spite of the fact that the ocean water was remarkably cool, Ron could feel his body temperature jump.
Even as the two slowly rose up from beneath the waves, the light of the sun and the noise of fellow tourists reminding them that they were still at a public beach, their lips remained locked for a few seconds longer before they finally parted in need of air.
"Wow." Ron exclaimed as he took in an extra large breath of air into his aching lungs, his arms never once releasing hold of Kim's waist, her legs retaining their locked grasp around him. "That was… that was…" Ron tried to form the appropriate words even as he continued to gasp for air.
"Badical?" Kim offered as she tried to regain control of her breathing as well, wiping her wet hair from across her face, chuckling at the look on Ron's face.
"Totally." Ron agreed in a gasped whisper.
"You know Ron; I don't think that was a full minute."
"Hey." Rufus chided from his holding place in Kim's palm. While his humans were underwater practicing synchronized breathing, he was still in the hot sun, unable to go anywhere unless he held on to one of them.
"Give me a sec KP." Ron struggled to take in as much air as his lungs could hold, ignoring Rufus' cries for attention before finally turning back to Kim. "Ok, ready."
Rufus merely grumbled in aggravation as Kim and Ron re-submerged beneath the waves, not to rise again for another minute and ten seconds.
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Rufus happily hummed the tune to 'Gilligan's Island' as he sputtered along the waves in a tiny motor boat, custom built for him by a bath toy company that owed Kim a favor for saving their factory from being demolished by Rodeghan Industries.
A few feet away from him, Kim and Ron continued to cool off in the water.
"I don't get it KP. How can the girl who can do anything not have a major picked out?"
"I don't know. I guess I just don't know what I really want to do with my life, at least, what one thing I want to do with my life. I mean, they don't exactly offer World Saving as a possibility, and even after that, there are a lot of things I want to do. I want something that lets me travel, meet new people, something that's physically active but that also lets me help people."
"I got it KP! You should totally be a super hero." Ron exclaimed.
"Gee, why hadn't I thought of that before?" Kim half grumbled before splashing Ron squarely in the face, catching him completely off guard. Ron's features seemed to harden as the water trickled down over his visage.
"Oh it's on now, Kimberly Anne." Ron replied in a hushed voice as he retaliated with a vicious aqua-assault, as he had dubbed it back when they were little.
Kim just laughed as she returned with a counter attack of her own. Still Ron was a much more enthusiastic splasher and she could feel herself losing her ground against his attack. Deciding to switch strategies, Kim leapt forward through the water, grabbing Ron by the head and dunking him beneath the waves.
Kim quickly released her hold, allowing Ron to crash out from beneath the surface of the waves. At first, he just looked at her with a look of begrudged defeat, until something caught his attention. Kim looked at Ron with a look of confusion as Ron anxiously swam over off to her side, retrieving something floating in the water.
"Oh KIMMM! Missing something?" Ron asked triumphantly as he held the item in question slightly above the water. Kim's eyes went wide with shock as she looked down on herself, quickly moving to cover her decency as she made sure she was concealed beneath the water.
"Ron! Give those back!" Kim hissed with a mixture of rage and embarrassment as she scanned around her. For the moment, no one else but Ron seemed to have taken note of her situation, but that would likely not last much longer if Ron kept waving them around for everyone to see.
"So what happened anyway?" Ron asked as he examined the material in his hand. "Monique was all out of dental floss, so you decided to wear these instead?"
"Ron!" Kim's one word threat came through clenched teeth, the look on her face was one that would terrify most villains into submission, yet Ron merely took it as a sign of victory.
"See, this is why the caveman wore skins and not strings. Strings come undone." Ron went on.
"Ron, I'm counting to three." Kim never bothered to finish her threat, nor did she have to.
"Ok, ok. Here you go." Ron could tell he had stretched his little moment of victory on for a second too long, and surrendered the light garment. Kim snatched it fiercely from Ron's hand, and then turned around; positioning herself mostly under the cover of the deep blue waves in hopes that no one would notice her changing.
In a desperate attempt to make amends, Ron moved to give her a slight extra degree of cover as she retied her bikini top around her neck. However, the constant motion of the water made it difficult for Kim to finish retying the last knot around her upper back. Noting her predicament, Ron's hands moved to finish the job for her, but the feel of his hands on her exposed side caused Kim to jump back.
"Don't." Kim shot a venomous look that immediately chased the last of the humor from his body. Ron's smile rushed away from his body as he turned around, ensuring as much privacy as he could provide for her.
Kim continued to struggle with the knot under water against the currents, becoming more and more frustrated with the entire situation.
"Here." Ron's voice's was soft and apologetic; the look on his face as he extended his hand in assistance was filled with regret. Relenting, Kim turned about as Ron's hands grabbed the floating string ends in the water, bringing them around and tying them tightly.
"Kim, look I…"
"I need to get out." Kim never shot Ron another look as she moved towards their spot on the beach, leaving Ron to slump in the water, looking over at Rufus who had pulled up next to him in his little mini-boat.
"I'm an idiot aren't I?" Ron asked.
"Oooh. Uh-huh." Rufus concurred before speeding away, leaving a wake that splashed directly into Ron's face.
"Thanks for the consolation." Ron called out. "Traitor."
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Kim lay back on her beach towel, soaking in the sun. Ironically, she had gotten out of the refreshing water to lie down on her towel beneath the blazing sun for the sole purpose of cooling off!
Most of the time, she found Ron's childlike attitude very fun to be around, as well as refreshing considering the life and death peril that she frequently found herself in, but some times it made him very oblivious to just what he was doing and the reactions he was eliciting in others.
"The lifeguard wanted me to tell you that the guys on the beach are forgetting to close their mouths when they go underwater ever since you started sunbathing and that we have to leave."
Kim opened her eyes to see Ron standing over her. He knelt down on their shared towel, extending one of his hands with an ice cream cone in it. Strawberry even. Her favorite.
"Peace offering." Ron explained as he smiled weakly.
"Ron…"
"KP, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Ron gushed.
"Ron…"
"I'm sorry. Really. I was just playing around, I got carried away, and I am sorry."
"Ron…" Kim repeated.
"I'm an idiot and I'm sorry. Please don't spend the rest of the trip mad at me."
"Ron!" Kim was forced to raise her voice finally to get Ron's attention. Ron immediately sealed his lips shut as a look of embarrassment seized his features.
Kim simply smiled as she took the cone from Ron's hand. "Offering accepted."
Ron let out a sigh of relief as lay down on the towel alongside Kim, reaching for his own sun shades as he licked at his ice cream.
"So what were you saying earlier about a lifeguard and us having to leave?" Kim asked with a bemused grin on her face.
"Oh something about hundreds of hunking tourists drowning while gawking at you. Probably bad for our reputation if it ever gets out." Ron joked.
Kim just laughed at the thought. "Am I really that hot?"
"You kidding? The sun barely qualifies as lukewarm compared to you."
At this, Kim raised an eyebrow before discarding her ice cream on the sand and rolling over right on top of Ron. Ron barely had enough time to throw his own cone to the side as Kim's lips came right down on top of her.
However, the pair's romantic moment was shattered as an explosion rocked the tranquility of the beach, sending people scattering and running and screaming in terror. Both Ron and Kim looked up in stunned unison to see a large blimp, seemingly otherwise natural; save for the smoking cannon barrel that could be seen from its lower bow. From somewhere on the blimps lower cabin, a large speaker system broadcasted a thick accented voice.
"Attention patrons of the Costa Brava beach. Good day to you. Though I do regret shattering your otherwise enjoyable vacations, this beach is now the property, by right of villainous seizure, of Senor Senior Senior and…." There was a slight pause as the voice on the other side of the microphone seemed to be listening to something or someone in the background. "Yes, yes Junior. It is your beach as well." Another pause followed. "Junior, you will have plenty of time to work on your tan once we have confiscated this property." Another pause. "Junior, I have told you, it is poor villainous form not to go before a caper." Another pause. "Yes, Junior. You may push the button."
There was another pause, but this one was followed instead by a strange beam of yellow light as it shot down from the blimp. The beam hit the costal sand, causing many of the remaining tourists to hurriedly gather up their possessions, or even discard them altogether, as they began running, all the while, the ground began shaking beneath them. The beam itself seemed to spread out all across the beach, covering any part with sand with a yellow glow that brightly shimmered even with the full day sun overhead.
Kim and Ron were thrown off balance, falling to the ground and looking on in horror as they felt the beach of Costa Brava lift itself right off the ground.
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"Father, there is something I do not understand."
"Junior, for the last time, I told you that you must assist in performing at least one villainous caper of grand stature before I am willing to further discuss your career as a recording artist." Senor Senior Senior sighed. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he was beginning to have doubts, however slight, about his son's potential as an evil madman.
"No father. It is just that, if we want to have a new beach on our island, why do we not merely buy a lot of sand instead of investing so much money in that doo-hickey over there?"
"Son, I have always tried to teach you one important lesson. When you are a Senior, you get what you want, but when you are a villain… you take what you want."