I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. I wish I did . . .
Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?
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BEFORE READING THIS ONE, GO BACK ONE AND REREAD CHAPTER 8! BECAUSE THERE'S NOW A CHAPTER 8 INSTEAD OF THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!
A/N: Should I post Bubble's and Princess's fight next chapter?
Chapter 09
The blonde swallowed as she waited at the rendezvous point. The man she was supposed to meet up with was late.
This man was a client of her daddy's, once upon a time. Senator Vollum, a young, rising star in the politician's world, gained dirty allies, dirtier than those in the Underground. He was quickly swayed to their side, easily giving these new people information about her family and her daddy's business. This man had become both a threat and an informational cesspool. That was the whole point of her mission tonight. She was to extract any information he had about his new 'allies' before she killed him. Vollum had outlived his purpose, and since his taste ran toward blondes—
"Hey, Baby. How you doin'?" a voice drawled from her left. Bubbles inwardly cringed in her seat as the gruff voice of the African American male washed over her. He slid into the seat next to hers. She looked up, her mouth open as she readied a reply and froze. Green eyes stared back at her in shock.
"Bubbles?" the male pressed.
"Tucker?" the blonde panicked. Her eyes shifted from side to side as she checked that her target wasn't there. In the low lighting of the bar, it was hard to see, thus hard to confirm her assumption.
"What are you doing here?" Tucker grabbed ahold of Bubbles' forearms to catch her attention. "Buttercup will kill me if she finds out that I found you in a bar!" He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away, his waist length dreads whipping the counter.
"Don't touch me!" Bubbles suddenly shrieked. Several heads turned in their direction and Tucker released her. She dropped her voice and hurriedly filled him in, placing a look of disgust on her face.
"I'm on a mission right now," she whispered, panicked. Her eyes darted back and forth. Tucker's eyes widened.
"You too?" he managed to ask, his voice low. Before she could respond, Tucker gave her a forceful push, enough to force her off the barstool. His words washed over her as she fell. "Fine, bitch. I'll find some other slut to have a good time with." Her eyes searched for his, and when she found them, his viridian eyes were apologetic as he turned to leave.
Arms suddenly surrounded her waist and a hot breath was at her ear.
"Is he bothering you, my dear?" a masculine voice purred into her ear. Bubbles whirled around, her feet hitting the ground as she stared into Senator Vollum's golden eyes.
He was tall, about six foot five, lanky, and in his mid-twenties. His scruffy black hair fell into his eyes just a tad, his caramel skin dimmed in the low lighting. Her mission mode switched on and she gave a nervous giggle.
"Not anymore. Thanks." She punctuated her words with a smile. "I don't know how I'll repay you," Bubbles continued. She fluttered her lashes. "Buy me a drink?" Vollum's smile made her feel like something curled up inside her and died.
"Two hours and sixteen drinks in Vollum later, Bubbles found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror of the bar's bathroom. Nausea splashed her throat with unease, unsettled at how easily the politician had wrangled the back room from the bartender. Large blue eyes stared back at her, platinum blonde locks framing a heart-shaped face, twin pigtails sitting high on her head. She gave a shudder and she closed her eyes to calm herself. Why couldn't she have been a brunette? She opened her eyes to find a green skinned Tucker behind her.
She opened her mouth to scream, her eyes widening, when his hand darted forward to muffle any sound she would make.
"Senator Vollum is a ghost. I was sent here to find him and eliminate him. Having you here made me alter my plans. . .if I let you go, do you promise not to scream?" Bubbles managed to nod her head and Tucker slowly let her go. She whirled around and barely gave his suddenly muscled form a second glance.
"Why are you green? And why are you in the girl's bathroom?" she hissed in something just above a whisper.
"I'm part ghost, just like Danny and Sam—"
"Wait, Sam's a ghost too?"
"You have to promise not to tell Buttercup! Danny's the one in charge and he doesn't want too many people to know about us."
"Okay, fine, you guys are keeping stuff from Buttercup. It's a good thing you guys are already dead or she'd kill you. . .why are you in the girl's bathroom?"
"Are you all right in there? Or will I need to come in and get you?" Vollum's voice half slurred, half purred through the door. Tucker's hands shot out and grabbed her arms to prevent her from jumping too badly.
"I'll be right out!" the blonde called back. Panicked blue eyes lifted to meet with acid green ones.
"I want to make a deal with you. Finish your mission. If you end up not being able to kill him, I want you to promise me that you will call for me to finish him off. Do you promise?" Tucker asked, his dreads brushing against her forearm.
"Precious, I'm coming in!" the politician sang. The door handle turned.
"I promise!" Bubbles squeaked out in a whisper and Tucker gave her a smile. Releasing her, he turned invisible just as the door opened. The blonde rushed to the door and wrenched it open, attacking the man on the other side with her lips as she tried to bite back the bile rising in her chest. She let Vollum drag her into the room he had finagled from the bartender, and as soon as the door shut, she broke away from him. Pushing him roughly, he landed on a conveniently placed bed. Bubbles didn't even want to know why there was a bed placed in the back room of a bar. She waited for the politician to regain his bearings and to look at her. His mouth was open in preparation of demanding from her an explanation why she pushed him when she suddenly dropped her faux fur coat, his mouth just open, any and all previous thoughts vanishing from his mind. Her 'mission-mode minx' reactivated somewhere deep inside of her and a sultry smile suddenly appeared on her face as she let the black haired politician molest her with his eyes. She suppressed a shudder as his eyes roamed her body.
The blonde's eyes rose to the misplaced mirror off to one side and let her mind shut off the rest of the way. Her training kicked into full gear, and cerulean eyes took in her own appearance, appreciating the sight she knew had the politician wrapped around her little finger. An ice blue dress left one shoulder bare. It went to about mid-thigh, and had three slits in one side, the two on the outside—one underneath her chest, the other above her pelvis—were bigger than the one on the inside, that showed her belly button and the blue dragonfly piercing that was there. On her wrists were two armbands made of the same material as her dress. She wore no jewelry, which was unusual for her, and the heels that decorated her feet wrapped around her ankles in faux fur, the fur itself cleverly trailing down and disguising the knife tips that were her stilettos. Vollum's hands and mouth were suddenly everywhere, and she let herself get lost in the sensations that were running through her body, a blonde haired, blue eyed face quickly passing before her eyes.
If she was Buttercup, she would slit his throat right then and there. Vollum hadn't satisfied her, went off quickly, and was now asleep! Bubbles could feel her nonexistent temper rise as he snored away on the pillow beside her. Bubbles scoffed in disgust before coming to a decision. Rolling over, she got on top of Vollum and straddled him, one of her stilettos in hand. She woke the politician kup with a hand over his mouth and the knife point at his throat. Vollum's eyes shot open and widened as the blonde hovered above him.
"So," Bubbles purred, trying to imitate her black haired sister, "tell me everything I want to know." Vollum's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily.
"What. . .what would you like to know?" he asked, terrified to the bone.
"Everything," Bubbles purred in his ear, her bare chest brushing against his own. "Who do you work for?" she hissed, her switch of tones drastic enough to give anyone whiplash.
"I was employed by a princess," he stuttered out. "Her hair as red as blood, her dress a gold from the sun. She gets her way, and when she doesn't, she takes it." Bubbles sat up in shock.
"Princess!" she exclaimed as her hand at his throat wavered. It was obviously the wrong move. The blonde suddenly found herself staring up at the ceiling and black hair, the politician's weight settling down on her limbs. Vollum's face came into view and an ugly smirk twisted his lips, his hand coming to her throat.
"Don't think you'll get away alive now, Little Blondette," Vollum sneered, his countenance changing almost instantaneously. Bubbles struggled, but even with her superhuman strength, she couldn't budge him. Panic started to build up in her. "I really don't think my employer would want anyone to know she's around. Not just yet, at least. It's too bad," he lamented as his body began to glow an eerie green. Blue rings suddenly surrounded him, like they do when Danny Fenton changed into Phantom, turning his skin an ugly purple and his hair a sick green. His eyes glowed orange. "You would have made a wonderful sex toy." Senator Vollum lifted a hand and what looked like a plasma ball formed in it. Her panic bubbled up through her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head to the side, Tucker's name falling from her lips.
Nothing happened. Then, Vollum's weight on her disappeared and Bubbles heard a blood-curdling scream that was suddenly cut off. The blonde's eyes snapped open to find the back of the green buff Tucker in front of her, his dreads trailing down his back. He blocked her view of the Senator. Bubbles shifted on the bed, getting to her knees, to look around the bulking behemoth. She vaguely realized that Tucker's eyes were glowing.
Tucker moved out of the way, letting her see Vollum as his naked human form was strung up on the face of a clock. He seemed frozen in time, his mouth wide open in a scream.
"What. . .happened to him?" she asked hesitantly. Tucker never moved his eyes from his prey. "Tucker?"
"It's Time Stop, one of my attacks. It freezes the target and then crucifies it on a clock face." The clock face suddenly shattered, shattering Vollum with it, both the clock and the senator disappearing in wisps of smoke. "Nothing can escape it." Bubbles collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch her breath.
"Thank you," she breathed out in a sign. Her dress was suddenly flung at her and it hit her in the face. "Hey!"
"You're welcome," Tucker chuckled, reverting back to his human form. "Now, get dressed and get back home. Your sisters will be worried about you."
"Right." Bubbles nodded and stepped back into her dress. Taking her hair out of the pigtails, she redid them and then looked at Tucker, who had an arm offered.
"Shall you need an escort out of the club, my Lady?" he asked. The blonde giggled.
"Of course, my dear sir," she replied, and after shrugging into her faux fur coat, took his proffered arm and they walked out, gaining a few stares from the patrons, but nothing else. As soon as the fresh air hit their faces, Bubbles released Tucker's arm and took to the air. "Thanks again, Tuck!" He lifted his hand up in response. As she flew away, Tucker ducked into an alley, changed into his ghost form, went intangible and disappeared into the ground.
It was only a few minutes later that Bubbles made it to the Underground, almost at Siren. She would have made it in time for her father's surprise.
Before she could land, she was tackled out of the air.
A/N: Well, here's the end of Chapter 9, and just a rewind, showing Bubbles' mission and why the hell she got shot through a ceiling. :) Anyway, worthy mentions and reviews are below. And by the way, this was originally supposed to be chapter 8, but I decided I had to involve some things before this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed!
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Animeskullgirl16—Wow, that's a lot of reviews. Thank you! You'll find out later why Mojo was coughing up blood. And you never know. The girls MIGHT get a Cinderella ending. . .or at least a good one, anyway. But you never know with my fingers. They seem to want to type something completely different than what I have in mind. T.T And that dream was of the past. . .7 years in the past, actually. J And the guests? Well, you'll find out this chapter. Heheheh. And yes, Lenne is Boogie's new wife. . .SPOILER!
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