Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writer's Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.

If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred and fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," and "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet."

This is story number forty.

Elizabeth and Taylor

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Z walked excitedly towards the building. She had spent all morning training with the other rangers. "Other" Rangers…she just couldn't get over the thrill of it. Now she could find meaning in her life. Now she could really make a difference. Now she could really get back at all those jerks that were mean to her because of her ability to divide herself into several Z's. Tomorrow she was going to hunt down all her former grade school class mates and go all 'Yellow Ranger' on their butts.

But, for now she had more important things to do. She had to find the mess hall. It would be great not having to fight Piggy for garbage can delicacies. She had to find her dorm. Well, she already knew she'd be sharing with the Pink Princess, but some loud music and a lot of non-fluffy junk tossed around may just chase her out. Most of all, she had to go visit her poor buddy, Jack, who was languishing in prison…and really razz him for being a complete idiot.

Z picked up her pace, her plans still whirling in her mind…when she walked into a solid object. Z looked up. No not an object, an older stern looking woman.

"Stand at attention!" barked Taylor. "Do you always walk into people like that?"

Z quickly straightened herself. "No, not really, I was just busy thinking of the best way to wedgie our jackass of a Blue Ranger."

"Stop that yammering! It's 'yes Ma'am' or 'no Ma'am'. Do you understand!?" shouted Taylor. This was going to be great. She'd show Mr. 'No Wussy Women in the Silver Guardians' Meyers a thing or two. Twenty seven years in a row she applied and twenty seven years in a row her husband ripped up her application. If he didn't have other 'assets' she would've tossed him out years ago.

"Uh, yes Ma'am!" replied Z.

"Besides, the wedgies won't work. Our Blue Ranger just kept asking for more."

Z stared at Taylor, not sure of what to answer. She then tried to step around her.

"Stay right there, Yellow Ranger!" ordered Taylor. "As the best of the Yellow Rangers, I've been personally recruited to oversee your training." She mentally patted herself on the back for her quick thinking.

"Wow!" said Z in awe. "You were a Yellow Ranger, Ma'am?" Maybe this woman could give her some pointers on weapons and fighting and on keeping the Pink Ranger from getting all the guys.

"Yes, I was," replied Taylor. "And you are going to learn weaponry and fighting techniques. I will teach you how to fly your Zord. It is a flying Zord, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't know, Ma'am," replied Z. "I only started today."

"Well, no difference," said Taylor. "I'll get it to fly no matter what. After all, the Yellow Ranger should be able to soar over all the other pathetic Rangers."

"Sounds great, Ma'am," replied Z with fake enthusiasm. This woman was beginning to sound a bit nutty. She wondered how many hits to the head she had taken in battle. And she was getting a bit worried because visiting hours in the prison were almost over. She just couldn't wait to annoy Nick. It would be her revenge for all the times he refused to just walk through a bank vault and get them set for life.

"I'll teach you how to emasculate your male Rangers, with you bare hands!" cried Taylor who was breathing heavily. "They'll be begging you to be their leader and not a stupid long-haired ape-boy who wouldn't know a blaster from a banana!"

"And what about dealing with the Pink Ranger, Ma'am?" asked Z. She could surely spend a few minutes getting this vital piece of information.

"Pink Ranger?" asked Taylor in confusion. "What Pink Ranger?"

"The other girl on your team?" asked Z in exasperation.

"Oh, you mean our White Ranger." Taylor grinned evilly. "Alyssa was so perky and annoying that I tossed her silly bike in the river. She cried and carried on for a week!"

"Oh," said Z in disappointment. "Well, I doubt Sydney will have anything she's that attached to. It's not like she would be silly enough to have a teddy bear or something. Maybe I could just dump her makeup instead. Well, if you'll excuse me, Ma'am, I have things…"

"Down on the ground!" ordered Taylor. "Give me two hundred pushups!"

"But…"

"And I want you to do eighty chin ups on that bar!"

"Now?"

"And I want you to jog 30 laps on the track!"

"All of that?"

"And I want you to run the obstacle course five times!"

"Hold it, Ma'am! I can't do all that! I'm just a beginner!"

Taylor glared at her. "You are now a Yellow Ranger. You will do all that! And you will get it done in an hour or I will talk to you commander about finding someone more worthy and kicking your sorry ass back to the sewers!"

Z just shook her head in disbelief. If this was what represented the best Yellow Ranger, then she'd rather not be one. Then again, she really had been looking forward to sleeping in a bed rather than on a lumpy pile of leaves that Jack kept suggestively calling their 'love nest.' "Fine, Ma'am" she replied through gritted teeth.

Taylor grinned in self-satisfaction as Z began doing her push-ups..And chin-ups… and laps… and…the…obstacle course. All at the same time?! "What…what…what…" she stammered as she gaped at the four Z's working out at the same time. "Oh, my God! It's happened! It's really happened! May eyes are going bad!"

"How am I doing, Ma'am?" asked the four Z's simultaneously with a touch of smugness in their voices.

"Noooo!" screeched Taylor as she fell to her knees. "My hearing's all messed up too! I won't be able to fly anymore!" she wailed. She began rolling on the ground and kicking her feet in a tantrum. Suddenly, two S.P.D. guards appeared and grabbed her arms. "No!" cried Taylor as she was dragged off. "I'm not done training! Long live the Yellow Rangers!"

"Finally," sighed Z as she stopped doing the chin-ups and got her clones to go back inside her. Now she could go and…

"Attention Cadet Delgado!" Came a voice over the public speaker. "Report immediately to the Gymnasium where the best Yellow Ranger ever is waiting for you! Lieutenant Winslow will be your personal trainer!"

"Nooooo!" wailed Z.