The Consequences

Last Updated: 10-29-04

Updated: 2-16-05

Reggae: I'm EXTREMELY sorry. But when I had originally written this chapter last year, the file got corrupted and I lost everything. I was so pissed that I didn't touch it for months. I apologize about the delay. I'll try and update MUCH sooner now.

Chapter Three

(6:00pm in the Evening at a Huge Mansion on the outskirts of Townsville)

Two individuals continued to kiss each other passionately. They lay mostly clothed, one on top of the other. The one on top had on no shirt or shoes, while the one underneath had the upper part of their body covered, but a pair of light purple underwear was the only thing covering the lower half. Suddenly the one on top moved downwards and bit off a button off his partner's blouse.

"Mike!" his partner snapped, "that's a brand new silk blouse," his partner told him, "why do you ALWAYS do that?"

"I don't know Princess," Mike responded, "guess I see the buttons as competitors or something," he told her, "plus," he said and bit off another button, "they're much closer to your skin," he added and started to nuzzle between her breast.

Princess moaned happily and soon giggled. Then she grabbed both sides of Mike's head and pulled his face to hers.

"Do you remember that day?" Princess asked suddenly.

"The day that we first had sex?" Mike teased, "sorry," he said immediate when he saw Princess's face contort in anger.

"The day I decided to go on the subway," Princess spat, "the day that would later bring about us being together and eventually having sex too you horny airhead," she reminded him.

"I'm not an airhead," Mike told her, "but I admit to the horny part."

"You're impossible," Princess stated, "I have an impossible husband!" she cried.

"Hey, Hey," Mike said, "you have an impossible husband who gave you his ticket and went to rest on top of a subway train that day," he reminded her, "not every woman gets that," he told her.

"Not every woman gets a sexy pale husband either," Princess put forward flirtatiously.

Mike chuckled and kissed Princess on the nose. He was now 6ft tall and was well built with muscles and abs. He was still unusually pale and had the large freakish purple eyes, but now he looked healthier and with his hair now a light brown instead of the colour green, he looked much closer to a normal person than he did that night that he and the PPG's along with Princess and Butch nearly fought each other. He was now wearing a thin yellow tie with dark blue stripes, black business pants and black socks. His white shirt lay unattended on the floor along with his black shoes and Princess's black knee length skirt and bubble gum pink four-inch pumps.

Princess laughed when he kissed her nose and gently ran her manicured right hand along his cheek. He was just as sweaty as she was. They had decided to do a little foreplay since they couldn't have sex at the moment. But had taken it a bit far by removing some of their clothes and passionately kissing and touching each other like ravenous animals. She looked down at her pink silk blouse, which Mike had bitten off three buttons off of already. He always had the tendency to do that and not even he knew why. She felt Mike's hand touch the short bangs of her waist length ruby red hair. She looked back up at him and smiled. She loved him so much. All five foot seven inches of her loved him.

"We're going to have to stop now," Mike whispered to Princess, "we have to get ready to meet your father at the restaurant," he reminded, "if we continue and end up having sex," he said, "you know that we'll be here all night."

"Part of me almost doesn't care," Princess said frankly, "you shower first," she said in defeat.

"We'll have time next Wednesday," Mike said in comfort, "life in the business world is always hectic," he told her and with a laugh left for the bathroom.

Princess continued to lay on the bed and soon sighed.

I can't believe that we've been married for three years. Dad was so furious when I finally told him why I hadn't returned home after I had broken my engagement with Butch. The reason being that I was in love with Mike and had ran away with him. Dad convinced me to return with Mike nearly a month later, convincing me that he wouldn't harm Mike. He kept his promise but had Mike wear a special watch in public that not only made him look normal, but nothing like Mike Believe might've looked like if it weren't for his mutation. He was still six feet tall and had the same brown hair but his face looked almost chiselled out of granite and his head looked a bit too round for my taste. But he still looked handsome and had females flirting with him even after we married. That pissed me off but at the same time; men weren't exactly snubbing me either. I miss Butch sometime, but he shouldn't have lied to me. Plus, I'm glad that it happened so that Mike and I could be together. I just don't believe that Butch and I would be this happy. Also, Mike's much more meek than Butch in personality. Allowing me to be the superior one. Damn I love supremacy. I am Princess after all. The next Morebucks to take over my father's empire. I'm just relieved that Mike had no problem taking on my last name and becoming Mike Morebucks. Even though, Princess Believe doesn't sound so bad. Wait! It sounds more like a friend of 'Rainbow Brite' or 'Barney'! I take it back. That last name would've SUCKED! Princess Believe indeed. My best friend would probably be the 'Tooth fairy' or 'Rapunzel'. (Princess's thoughts)

(Meanwhile at a three-storey home in the suburbs of Townsville!)

"Henry sit!" Robyn cried angrily at the little four-year-old brown haired boy that kept running past her, "you're grounded!" she shouted and the boy stopped immediately.

Robyn brushed back her waist length brown hair from in front of her face. She was wearing a red shirt, black pants and white sneakers. She currently wore no makeup and looked like a complete wreck along with her hair which she had left to flow freely but now looked more like the hair of a person who had been electrocuted. Her whole appearance now was a far cry from what she looked like in her teen years (check "Repercussions" chapter 4).

Suddenly a loud scream came from upstairs and soon three nannies came running down the stairs covering their ears.

"That girl is using…" One of the nannies started to scream.

"I know!" Robyn snapped angrily at them, "what did you do to upset her?" she demanded.

"Brenda and her sister Rayne tried to dump tar on my cat again," the oldest nanny said seriously, "You have to speak to those girls," she told Robyn, "they're spoilt rotten!" she declared.

"Don't call my children spoilt!" Robyn screamed, "you may have my husband's support," she continued, "but I don't like ANY of you," she hissed, "especially you Miss Derry Norris," she stated pointing at the oldest nanny.

"I took care of your husband from he was younger," Miss Norris said proudly, "and I'm glad that I have his support," she said proudly and Robyn snarled, "and he ordered me to tell him if your daughter Brenda started screaming and misbehaving again," she told Robyn, "and since she has, I shall," she said seriously.

"And he's going to blame me!" Robyn spat, "sometimes I wonder if marrying him at eighteen and not pursuing anything further than High School was really worth it," she muttered, "Two seven year old twin girls, a four year old boy and five two year old baby boys," she listed, "and my DEAR husband refuses to let us live at his mother's mansion or flash around our money because he wants the children grown without being spoilt."

"Don't you mean your HUSBAND'S money?" the youngest nanny spoke up pointedly with a Spanish accent.

"Lolita," Robyn said slowly, "don't upset me," she said firmly, "Jane's screaming about my Brenda screaming has already given me a headache," she said.

"But your daughter's making much more noise!" Jane cried in defence, "and she still hasn't stopped screaming," she whined.

"Shut up!" Robyn exploded, "I'm twenty-five and don't need this type of stress," she snapped, "and I definitely don't need your bickering," she added.

"I'm out of here!" Jane cried angrily, "I'm a qualified nanny," she continued, "I don't need to take any of YOUR crap!" she snapped.

"CRAP!" Robyn shrieked, "you can't talk to me like that!" she cried, "I'm in charge of this house!" she shouted.

"That your HUSBAND bought," Jane retorted.

"Silencio!" Lolita shouted, "everybody shut up!" she screamed shocking everybody, "we're getting irate while we're letting the children romp around wild!" she told them.

"She's right," Miss Norris spoke up, "I may be fifty-five," she declared, "but I'm not going to be run by little children and an irate mother," she stated, "and no," she continued, "I don't care if you tell your husband that I said that," she added looking Robyn straight in the eye.

"Fine!" Robyn shouted, "Rayne!"

Soon a brown haired seven-year-old girl appeared at the top of the second floor stairs. She was wearing a navy blue knee-length sailor dress with a pleated skirt, along with white socks and black shoes. She also had on a non-digital leather band watch and a red ribbon in her hair, which was in a ponytail.

"Make your sister stop screaming," Robyn told her but Rayne continued to just stare at her, "please?"

Rayne looked down at her mother with her sky blue eyes through her low bangs. Then she closed her eyes and soon smirked.

"Can't shut her up yourself can you?" Rayne asked coldly then went to Brenda's room and entered it quietly.

Robyn placed a hand on her heart. Rayne was the younger of the twins but she was by far the coldest child. In fact Robyn found her to be one of the coldest persons that she ever met.

They're so many things wrong within this family. Are we cursed? Could what that lady had said that day be….. NO! That's nonsense. We both agreed, my husband and I, that the woman was obviously nuts. But how did she know about Blossom? (Robyn's thoughts)

Suddenly the screaming stopped and Rayne exited Brenda's room.

"She wants to be alone," Rayne said coldly and went up another flight of steps to her bedroom on the third floor, "I won't be coming down for dinner," she announced then disappeared from sight.

"You better go check on the babies Jane," Miss Norris said, "you assist her Lolita," she instructed and both nannies nodded and hurried off to do her bidding.

"You can control them (the nannies) better than me," Robyn muttered loudly, "they listen to you," she added bitterly.

"Could be because I don't make them feel like dirt," Miss Norris pointed out, "you need to rule by example not fear," she told Robyn, "come here Henry," she said happily and Henry ran into her arms, "give Nanny Norris a kiss," she said and Henry obeyed and giggled happily, "give Mama a hug," she instructed and Henry gave his mother a hug at her legs but quickly let go and hurried back to Miss Norris, "let's go to the kitchen and check if the cookies have cooled."

"Cookie!" Henry cried and laughed, "want!" he shouted.

"You'll get it later," Miss Norris said sternly, "let's go," she said and took Henry's hand, "to the cookies!" she cried with a laugh and they both left for the kitchen.

"To the cookies!" Henry mimicked and laughed.

Robyn quietly watched them leave her alone in the living room. But then she heard a knock on the front door. She hurried to answer it since her husband had only allowed the nannies to work at their home ONLY if they didn't do anything but help Robyn look after the children. She opened it to see her husband.

"Boomer!" Robyn cried happily and hugged her husband.

"Call me Bobby," Boomer told her, "do I always have to remind you about that," he almost snapped as he entered the house, "Evening," he said with a smile.

"Good Evening," Robyn responded and then closed the door behind him.

"You know." Boomer said suddenly, "one of the major problems that I always had with Blossom was that she told me that she'd 'never be a housewife'," he revealed to Robyn.

"No," Robyn said, "she never told me that," she told him.

"She told me that I'd have to 'marry a different girl' to get that type of wife," Boomer said, "good thing I married you," he said with a smile and kissed her on the cheek, "what's for dinner?" he asked as he went straight to the couch and sat in it.

"There's the choice of Baked Chicken, Ham, and Pork chops," Robyn started, "with plain (white) rice and potato salad and green vegetables," she continued, "I made some fresh fruit punch for the drink," she completed.

"Sounds great," Boomer said indifferently, "how are the kids?"

"They're fine," Robyn responded, "but Brenda's been acting up again," she told him.

"Where does that child get her vindictive ways from?" Boomer spat, "if I weren't so tired I'd have her float down here and explain herself," he said angrily, "I might send her to a boarding school in Citysville if she keeps acting up," he added.

"Citysville?" Robyn asked fearfully, "but they don't allow use of super powers there," she reminded him, "and you know how…"

"And you SPOIL her!" Boomer accused, "you're supposed to be a good mother and wife," he reminded her, "and I will not have a BRAT for a kid!" he declared.

"She's not a brat!" Robyn shouted.

"Bet Miss Norris will tell me different," Boomer retorted and Robyn paled, "and I REALLY hope that you didn't get into an argument with her and the other two nannies again," he said in a warning tone, "I told you if I get a whiff of one more argument this week," he said, "I'll send all the maids packing and have you take care of the house and kids yourself!" he shouted, "that is the job of a house wife after all," he added.

"Sometimes," Robyn said softly, "I wonder why I became a house wife?"

"Don't ask me," Boomer responded, "it's not like I forced you to," he said almost dismissively.

"Didn't force me!" Robyn exploded, "you begged every chance you got!" she shouted, "right up to our first three years of marriage!"

"Don't you DARE shout at me in my house," Boomer said in an almost threatening tone, "I'm not going to tolerate such barbarity under this roof," he told her, "I was raised in a high class family with high standards!" he shouted at Robyn who cringed as he jumped to his feet, "I didn't appreciate it at first," he admitted, "but now I'm grateful that it's made me into a great gentleman instead of the stupid hoodlum I used to be," he declared, "and you really should act more like a high classed wife," he added pointedly.

"I thought high class wives like me lived in mansions," Robyn spat snidely.

"Maybe if you had manners I'd let us all move to my mansion on the edge of Townsville," Boomer stated, "I did get it for a great price two years ago," he said proudly and sat back down.

"What about your mother's mansion?" Robyn asked.

"You know who lives with her!" Boomer exploded out of the blue, "I don't know about you," he ranted, "but MY children and I will not associate with a…."

"Fine," Robyn said in defeat, "would you really move to a mansion?" she asked.

"You really are a greedy bitch aren't you?" Boomer asked suddenly.

"EXCUSE ME!" Robyn shrieked.

"Calm down," Boomer told her, "don't get all cry baby and crazy," he said.

"But you didn't have to call me a bitch!" Robyn persisted.

"Okay I'm sorry," Boomer said quickly, "but it's not like you're in Bubble's shoes," he told her, "now she's living in hell," he noted.

And in my own way, so am I. (Robyn's thoughts)

"Mitch is a jerk," Robyn declared, "Buttercup should've stayed and married him instead."

"You can thank yourself, Blossom and Mr. Utonium for her (Buttercup) leaving," Boomer told Robyn, "if you guys had argued fairly she would've stayed," he said.

"You'll never stop siding with her!" Robyn accused, "even when none f us have heard from her in years!"

"I told you NO shouting," Boomer said sternly, "I learned from my relationship with Blossom to NEVER let a woman take control of me or treat me with little respect," he snarled, "you either shape up or ship out," he told her, "and you can take Brenda and Rayne with you if you want," he said, "in fact," he continued, "you can just take Brenda alone," he said smugly, "at least I'll get rid of ONE child brat."

"How can you say that about your children?" Robyn demanded, "Rayne's so silently and cold it's weird," she told him, "and Brenda's in High School while Rayne's in Junior high," she added.

"You're always comparing them," Boomer stated, "and I personally find Rayne's demeanour quite refreshing compared to Brenda's boisterous one," he snapped, "Rayne will make a great and ambitious wife to a lucky man someday," he said proudly, "Brenda will be lucky to find a man who won't use her for a one night stand," he said darkly, "and I'm talking based on personality, not bias," he said before Robyn could protest, "unlike you," he added coldly.

"I'm going over to Professor Utonium's house," Robyn declared, "be prepared for divorce papers if you don't shape up," she threatened.

Boomer burst out laughing.

"Go ahead," Boomer said, "this will be the twentieth time since we married," he reminded her, "and get a job to provide for yourself while you're at it!"

"If I hadn't listened to you I'd have a Law Degree by now," Robyn threw at him and was on the verge of tears.

"YOU chose to not go to University," Boomer told her, "I asked you to be a stay at home Mom," he continued, "I didn't force you to say yes," he added.

"But would you have married me if had chosen to not be a house wife?" Robyn asked.

Boomer didn't answer.

"Bobby!" Robyn cried as tears welled in her eyes.

"I don't know," Boomer admitted softly, "probably not."

Robyn ran upstairs sobbing as Boomer sighed.

"Miss Norris!" Boomer shouted.

"Yes Sir?" Miss Norris shouted from the kitchen.

"Could you please share my dinner?" Boomer asked, "my wife's having a tear fest again," he added.

"No problem sir," Miss Norris responded, "and Brenda used her super sonic screams on me and the other nannies sir after she and rain tried to put Tar on cat Mr. Whiskers again," she informed Boomer.

"There'll be no dinner for them!" Boomer declared, "and I want everything except for the Peppered Steak and Robyn's nasty tasting Potato Salad and Punch," he instructed.

"I made my special batch of Potato Salad Sir," Miss Norris said proudly, "and homemade Grape Juice, Pineapple Juice and Carrot Juice," she added.

"I'll have YOUR potato salad and Carrot Juice along with the rest of my dinner," Boomer told her, "Thank You Miss Miller," he added kindly.

"Your Welcome Sir," Miss Norris responded.

"BRENDA! RAYNE!" Boomer shouted, "get to the living room!"

A blonde haired seven-year-old floated down the stairs nervously.

"RAYNE!" Boomer shouted.

"I'm meditating," a voice responded from the third floor, "I'll be down in a minute," she told him.

"Hurry up!" Boomer shouted angrily.

"I can always come down in what I'm wearing NOW," Rayne challenged.

"Why should I care?" Boomer snapped but Brenda quickly whispered a reminder in his ears, "come down after you cover up then," he added his face reddening.

Moments later Rayne came down the stairs wearing a sky blue silk nightie over her blue underwear.

"Why do have to mediate in your underwear?" Boomer muttered in annoyance.

"Because it's comfortable," Rayne responded simply, "and you seem to have forgotten what I meditate in," she added.

"Well it's not like I exactly go up and check!" Boomer cried, "don't need to see your underwear."

"Are we in trouble?" Brenda asked in a small voice.

"No we're here to be congratulated for being able to stand," Rayne snapped at her sarcastically.

"Rayne," Boomer said warningly.

"Sorry Father," Rayne apologized, "and I only threatened to put tar on Mr. Whiskers because Miss Norris was snooping around my room again," she added.

"You know Miss Norris likes to check on you girls," Boomer reminded her, "just work with her," he told Rayne who sighed and nodded, "what did you do?" he snapped turning his attention to Brenda.

"I-I-I-I treatened to tar Mr. Whiskers and used my supersonic to scare off the nannies again," Brenda stuttered, "I'm sorry," she added and started to cry.

"You're going to a Boarding school in Citysville," Boomer announced and Brenda flew up to her room screaming, "and you Rayne," he said to his other daughter, "will be taken from your structured private school and put in a Public School," he told her.

"What!" Rayne shouted, "but that's not fair!" she protested, "I'm usually well behaved."

"Blame yourself for being so hard to punish," Boomer responded, "you don't care about being grounded, having girly privileges taken," he listed, "I have to do the next best thing," he said with a shrug.

"I hate you both," Rayne said suddenly, "both you and mother," she said and went back to her room.

I obviously have no luck with females. (Boomer's thoughts)

(Meanwhile on the outskirts of Citysville)

"Why are we here?" Butch asked curiously as Blossom set him on the ground, "I swore that we were going somewhere…well nice!"

"The house that I have in the heart of Citysville is nice," Blossom countered, "and since both of us can't use our powers," she continued, "it makes us equal," she added.

"You really are the smart one," Butch said flirtatiously and Blossom giggled, "and beautiful too," he added and Blossom blushed heavily.

"Thanks," Blossom said happily, "but those who know certain details of my past don't think I'm so beautiful," Blossom said sadly, "and you should know," she continued, "I slept with an engaged man."

"Why the HELL did you do that?" Butch demanded incredulously.

"Because I'm stupid," Blossom responded and sighed, "still want to come with me?" she asked.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Butch asked with a grin.

"What?" Blossom asked suspiciously.

"I slept with a head nun once?" Butch said his grin widening.

"You mean a Madam Superior?" Blossom asked in surprise and he nodded, "eww you slept with an old lady!"

"I didn't sleep with an old lady," Butch snapped, "she was forty-one," he declared proudly.

"I'm not even going to ask the details of this one," Blossom said shaking her head.

"Then I'll pay the same courtesy and not asked you THE name of the engaged man that YOU slept with," Butch stated.

Blossom gulped but smiled despite of it.

Thank you God from on high. And I'm sorry that Butch slept with one of your women. Nuns do reserve themselves for God after all. I'm certain sleeping with someone who belongs to God is worse than one who belongs to a person. Please don't strike him dead Lord. Even though his grin makes him a pretty good candidate for your wrath. (Blossom's thoughts)

"Shall we?" Butch asked with a mock English accent and Blossom laughed then took his hand.

The two of them walked into Citysville hands laced and a smile on both of their faces.

Chapter 3 Done

Reggae: I will have chapter 4 up this month. Promise. Anyway, what did you all think of the unions shown in this chapter? Please tell in your reviews and also tell me what you think of Boomer and Robyn's children. Mitch will appear in chapter 4. Please Review.