Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls or any of its affiliated work or gain profit from it, this is just a fanfiction tribute. You know, considering it is on there's not much else it could be really….

CHAPTER 1: I'M CHASED BY ROBOT ON DISCOUNT

And this was why I hated the Powerpuff Girls. It wasn't their stupid faces or annoying voices or the way they're such big glory hogs or how everybody just loves them like they're the greatest thing since television. No, it was none of those. Well, maybe it was some of those things, but mainly it was how oblivious, how naïve, how stupid they were while doing this! All while looking down at me with their snot nosed faces and their stupid smug grins. Like the one Blossom wore, flying high above me, looking down at the mess she'd caused 'saving the day'. And you know what the worst part was? I didn't even do anything!

Sure, I still called them names and picked on them, and I used to occasionally try to take over Townsville, but all the names I called them were true! And they always started it! And the part about Townsville? Well, I already practically owned Townsville, you have to cut me some slack. And I was a kid! I still had milk teeth! How was I supposed to know better?

Okay, maybe I should get you up to speed. In case you didn't know, my name is Princess. Princess Morbucks. No, not princess Morbucks, Princess Morbucks. It's my name, and a pretty one at that. Make fun of it and you'll be sorry! I live in Townsville, the city with the most confusing name ever, and I'm just your regular, twelve year old girl, who just so happens to have a bajillion dollars. And I was just doing regular, twelve year old girl things, at the mall with my most trusted lackey, and the only one I didn't pay to have around me.

We were at the food court, trying to blend into the faceless masses that wandered around us, pretending to do something important. On either side of us were a bunch of cheap, tasteless fast food restaurants, and we were seated at a wooden table with a pointless little umbrella since we were indoors. A few more tables were grouped around us, but most of them were empty, thank goodness, and the there was a spiky potted plant by the railing that signalled the end of the restaurant and the start of the rest of the mall.

"I can't believe that place didn't have any Chanel Number 19 perfume!" I yelled. "'The best perfume that money can buy', she said, and yet she doesn't even have Number 19! I mean, come on! If a business is gonna promise the customers something, then it's their job to follow through and deliver, no matter what! And if there's no Number 19, then it's not even close to the best, and that's before we even talk about money!"

"Calm down, Princess, it's just a-" I glared at the girl sitting opposite me until she'd done some rethinking on what she was about to say, then started again. "Even if there's no Number 19, there was still a bunch of other cool stuff. You can't exactly blame them, wasn't it discontinued in the US?"

"And that's why I can't forgive them! They've got money, right? Then they can import more!"

"It's not that easy… look, I get you're upset, but can you please relax? You're making a scene." That was going to be tricky. I was fuming! I was virtually in tears! Tears of rage, mind you, not grief. Ladies don't cry unless it's absolutely necessary. They just get even with whoever upsets them. But, I did get what she was saying. I was starting to attract a few unwanted stares, and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't all because of my super chic attire. I took a deep breath and unclenched my fists. I didn't even know that I was gripping the table cloth so hard. Any longer and I probably would have torn the whole thing apart. I could hear Saffron sighing in relief.

Saffron didn't seem to share my awesome sense of fashion, but she was presentable in her own ragtag 'I'm sporty' way, with black shorts, a navy blue tank top, and a cyan hair band. She had dark, thick hair that extended almost to the small of her back, though how she maintained it was a mystery. Her eyes were olive green and almond shaped, and her face would have looked cute if she wasn't next to somebody as gorgeous as me. Anyway, that was all from memory, because right then there were two big shopping bags on the table that got in the way of her face. Don't get me wrong, I don't shop like this every day, but it was a lot easier to carry everything when Saffron was around. The load feels so much lighter when you don't have to lift a muscle.

So, pouting, I slurped loudly from my milkshake, draining the whole thing in one go and trying my best not to let the brain freeze show.

"Whatever. I'll just ask Daddy to get some before he comes back from France."

"What does your dad even do anyway?" Saffron asked, sweeping the shopping bags out of the way. I forgot that she had freckles. Oh well. I folded my arms, my nose upturned.

"What he does isn't my problem. All that matters is that he keeps getting me stuff."

"That's… kinda harsh, don't ya think?"

"Who cares if it is? I could care less about what he does."

"Somehow, I feel like you're lying." I glared at her with the force of a cobra. Most people stopped right in their tracks when I did that, but Saffron just shrugged her shoulders like she didn't care. I guess she'd heard all the threats I was about to make already, so I just stayed silent, glaring at my empty milkshake like it had stolen my candy.

"Stupid, stupid town, with its stupid food and its stupid people, stupid, stupid McStupid face," I grumbled. I'd only been out for an hour and I already wanted to go home. Then I heard somebody else who sounded like they wanted to get out of there more than I did. A little girl actually, shrieking and kicking and crying her head off, tugging her mommy in the complete opposite direction to where she was trying to go. I didn't know what they were arguing about or where they were trying to go, but even with a hundred people in the food court, I could hear the girl's cries and yells echoing all over the mall. Her mom was frustrated and panicked, and was probably a few moments away from snapping outright.

Saffron, and just about the whole food court, had joined me in staring at them.

"Wow, somebody's having a worse day than I am," I said with a satisfied grin.

"That kid would be so cute if she wasn't so nightmarish," Saffron commented.

"Her mom's still terrible at handling her though," I added. "Not that I would know I guess…."

"Hey, doesn't the kid look a little like you?"

"She does not!"

"Does too! She's got the same hair texture and style, just that hers is brown. She even has the same freckles!"

"That little monster looks nothing like me!" I yelled. "She looks like I could step on her by accident!"

"You just don't want to admit it, do you?" I stuck my tongue out at her, and she stretched the sides of her mouth and widened her eyes back. I upped my game, squishing my cheeks together till my lips looked like a fish, and she pulled out her ears and blew up her face till she looked like a monkey. We kept going like this until we were both laughing our heads of, clutching our sides and banging the table till it stopped.

My fist slammed against the table, and the sky slammed against my ears. What? That's what it felt like! Have you ever heard an explosion go off right above your head? Imagine somebody punching you in the ears with a fist made of sound! Or a firework exploding in your brain!

A huge chunk of the roof got blown off, blasting into a thousand pieces as it rained chunks of glass and steel down onto the food court. Everybody erupted into a shrieking panic, scattering into a thousand different directions as they tried to figure out what was happening. Saffron covered her head, ducking beneath the table like it was an earthquake. That was probably smarter than what I did since I just looked up at the ceiling in a daze. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, living in Townsville and all, but I was still pretty shocked when I saw the face of a giant robot staring down at me.

This was a genuine two hundred ton, twenty foot tall monstrosity, coloured police blue with white stripes and accents on its arm and strangely human—like face. It was standing on top of the roof, still holding a part of it that it hadn't completely blown apart. It flung it away like a Frisbee, the piece of metal sailing off in the distance.

"Saffron, let's go," I said.

"My legs don't feel like moving right now," she murmured.

"Well I don't feel like becoming a million dollar pancake. Come on!" I yanked her out from under the table and headed for the exit. Halfway there I remembered I'd left my stuff behind. It kind of hurt me, but I could always ask Daddy to replace them so it was fine. Still, I looked back anyway out of habit. And I froze.

The little girl was still in the middle of the food court, crouched down and balling her eyes out. The crowd of people had dispersed to everywhere but the middle of the food court, pushing and shoving and carrying each other in the flood of confused bodies. She must have gotten separated from her mother when the roof exploded. Her mom was probably somewhere in the crowd, getting swept up with everybody else.

Well, the girl wasn't my problem. I had to take care of myself. I could leave her to somebody more qualified, like the police or the military or… I hate myself for thinking this, but the Powerpuff Girls. I was going to leave her to cry there too if I hadn't seen the robot's fingers appearing over the lip of the hole it had punched through the ceiling. Its whole body was leaning forward. Any minute now and it would dive into the mall. And right in the middle of its landing zone was….

"Princess?" Saffron asked. I'd stopped moving. I bit my lip, clenching my fists until my knuckles turned the colour of chalk. "What's wrong?"

This isn't my problem, I should ignore it, I thought to myself.

But I'm going to hate myself if I do, I replied. To myself.

I'll kick myself no matter what I do, I guess I replied. Again, to myself. The conversation didn't sound healthy.

"Go on, minion," I said. "I have to get that… I have to get my stuff," I covered up. "I'll catch up with you later." Saffron looked like she was going to argue (whether it was about the minion comment or me chasing my stuff, I don't know), and then we heard the sound of twisting metal and an engine howling into life. Her face turned pale and she nodded her head, going on ahead of me. I sprinted back to the middle of the food court.

Unless we were lucky, the Powerpuff Girls would only come if somebody raised a signal to their hotline. And then it would take them a few minutes at most to get here from their home. By that time, that girl would be a little grease puddle on the pavement. And if I tried to save her, then so would I.

So why was I heading towards the girl and not my far more valuable stuff?

Well, it didn't matter what my answer was.

Because it jumped into the mall.

"Get out of the way!" I screamed, diving for the girl, tackling her to the ground at least a couple of feet away. We hit the floor at the same time the robot did. It landed like an earthquake, dislodging just about everything, including my fillings. Dust and debris filled the air as it landed, sending us both into coughing fits. I looked behind me. I could barely see anything through the smoke and dust, but I peered through it anyway, vaguely making out the silhouette of something big and scary with glowing yellow eyes. I got up, pulling the girl by her hand and practically dragging her out of there just a moment before I heard a strange 'twang' sound, like a beam being fired.

I could feel the heat radiating behind my back, but I didn't slow down for a second. I'm pretty sure I sped up, my life on the line. I took the first turn right that I could find, skidding around it with the girl before grinding to a halt. Apparently, the monster did more damage to the roof than I thought, because I was facing down a giant dead end made of rubble and debris.

"Who are you?" the girl screamed.

That's not the first question I'd ask, but okay I guess….

"One of the good guys," I replied quickly. I bet the girl could see through the lie instantly because she tried to wriggle out of my hand.

"I want my Mommy!" she cried.

"Shut up, and stick with me if you wanna get outta here alive," I spat. I could hear the robot catching up, wrecking whatever it came into contact with. Five minutes. I just needed to survive for five minutes before those flying traffic lights showed up. I looked around frantically, finally spotting a store full of cheap, tacky clothing. I was sure that if I stepped in there, I would lose IQ points and my sense of fashion would be permanently tarnished. I swallowed my pride and dived right in.

You know, considering that the robot was destroying everything, maybe hiding was not the best idea. Maybe I should have kept running until I escaped. But unless you know how to outrun a robot that travels ten feet with each step, you can't judge me for trying to hide. You can judge me for trying to hide in a closet though.

I pulled the kid close to me and dived into the dressing room, shutting the door behind me.

"Where's Mommy?" the child demanded.

"You'll never find out if you get killed," I replied, "so shut it!" Yes, that was a stupid thing to tell a freaked out five year old. At first she didn't understand what I'd said. Then she heard the thud of the giant robot coming near, still 'twanging' everything it found with its laser beams. She started to tear up. "No, no, wait, don't cry, please don't-"

"I want my Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyyy!" Did I regret? Yes. Yes, I regretted a lot. I regretted not covering her mouth soon enough so she would stop screaming. I regretted not thinking of another way to shut her up other than trying to bribe her with wads of cash. I regretted the fact that when I did cover her mouth she bit my palm, and I still kept holding on because I was that scared. I regretted those few moments of dread when the destruction stopped. I regretted hiding in a stupid store when it ripped the front of the room off with its bare hands. I regretted it when it simply slammed its hand on the ground, shaking the whole room and knocking the closet over, spilling us out on the ground. I regretted not thinking of a plan to last the remaining three minutes as its hand stretched out towards me.

What did I not regret? Well, I felt glad when I finally saw the robot get slammed halfway across the mall, skidding on the floor before it crashed into the escalators, but that was immediately replaced with regret, and even anger, at being glad about the arrival of the Powerpuff Girls.

A satisfied gleam was in Buttercup's eyes as she shook out her wrist, admiring her own handiwork as the robot clumsily tried to get back up, even with its damaged everything. She was already winding up her arm, preparing for round two. She come in her trademark colours of green and black.

"Buttercup, be careful!" Blossom said as she flew down from one of the holes in the roof, also in a matching outfit. "You'll destroy the whole mall!"

"Oh relax, they'll just fix it again," Buttercup said. "Besides, as long as we beat up the bad guys they'll love us anyway!" Blossom shrugged her shoulders.

"Irresponsible but true. If we don't stop this guy there won't even be a mall to complain about."

"So let's just do this so we can get back home," Bubbles said. "It's the season finale of Friendship is Magic today and I don't wanna miss it!"

"That's your motivation?" Buttercup asked incredulously. "Watching My Little Pony? Wow, and I thought I had dumb reasons for fighting!" Bubbles' face was turning bright red as she glared at Buttercup.

"My Little Pony is the greatest! You would understand if you actually watched it!"

"I'm not going to watch a show where the main character is a talking horse. Ooh, see what I did there? The mane character, get it?"

"Guys, we have bigger problems right now." As soon as Blossom spoke, the other two remembered that they were fighting a giant killer robot, and that it was aiming its arm at them. They all scattered as it fired, it's fist flying towards them like a rocket. It slammed into the floor, the ground exploding in giant slabs of cement and piping before the fist flew back to the robot, attracted to its open arm like a magnet as it reattached itself.

Buttercup roared as she flew towards it, punching it in the face again, the robot flipping as it landed on the floor with a crash. Bubbles flew over to its foot, wrapping her arms around it as she tossed it across the mall. It took me half a second to realise that it was heading for us.

I wrapped my arms around the girl, shielding her with my body as much as I could, my eyes screwed shut. Instead of getting flattened though, I heard the crunch of metal, like somebody was crushing a giant tin can. I opened my eyes again and saw Blossom hovering just a few feet in front of us, holding the robot with one hand, her arm buried deep in its back.

"Princess? Is that you?" she asked.

"Blossom?" I gasped, releasing the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I was sure that she was nowhere near the robot just a second ago. My confusion turned to anger, and then rage. "You could have killed us! Be careful up there!"

"We are being careful! What are you even doing here?"

"Trying not to die! Get yourself and that robot out of here before I get mad!" Blossom rolled her eyes, ripping her arm out of the robot. It didn't even have time to react, because she kicked it like a soccer ball back to Bubbles, who then slapped it with both her hands like it was a volleyball. The three of them kept knocking it around like it was a game, barely noticing as it destroyed even more of the mall.

"Okay guys, time to wrap this up," Blossom said.

"Got it," Buttercup said, an evil grin on her face. She held her arms out to her side and began to twirl like some kind of angry spinning top. In just a few moments, there was a giant green tornado whirling around her, sucking everything around her into it. I could feel it pulling my whole body like it was a giant black hole. A few more seconds and I would have turned a human kite, but Bubbles stepped in front of us just before we could fly off.

"Don't worry, I've got you," Bubbles said in her irritatingly cutesy voice. The little girl's eyes lit up like little sparklers, although I couldn't imagine why. As adorable as she was, Bubbles was probably as bad for our health as the giant robot. She clenched her fist and slammed it into the ground, a blue dome or (you guessed it), 'bubble' surrounding us. I could still feel wind from the tornado, but it wasn't as bad anymore.

The robot wasn't so lucky though. Blossom gave it an uppercut that sent it spiralling through the air, right into the tornado. It didn't even last ten seconds before it got shredded to pieces. What was left of the robot flew into the air, scattering amongst the clouds. The tornado died out, Buttercup hovering close to the ground as she slowed down, coming to a dizzy stop as she sat down on the floor.

"Bubbles, now!" Blossom yelled. Bubbles flew outside, and together with Blossom, intense red rays of heat came out of their eyes, shooting towards what remained of their enemy. It was like watching giant silver and red fireworks going off in the sky as they blew up into a million different pieces, melting and dissipating in mid—air before they could hit the ground and hurt anybody.

The two sisters slowly dropped to the ground, Bubbles picking a still dizzy Buttercup up off the ground. Cheers erupted all around us as Bubbles' dome bubble disappeared.

Apparently, more people were still hiding than I thought, and a bunch more were flooding back into the mall, cheering on their 'heroes' who saved the day and wrecked the mall. The little girl who I had been protecting looked completely star struck, as if I hadn't saved her life too, twice if you included hiding in the closet. And then the girl's mother appeared.

I guess it was a pretty weird sight to see your teary eyed daughter having her mouth covered by this strange, beat up looking girl holding a wad of cash. I guess it was a terrible first impression to make, but I didn't think it justified the lady crying "my baby!" and snatching the child away, glaring daggers at me the whole time.

"Penelope, what happened? Are you hurt? That girl didn't hurt you, did she?" the mother doted.

Ouch. It's not like I saved your daughter or anything. And you know what else? 'Penelope' didn't even back me up! She just beamed at her and pointed up at the Powerpuff Girls who were now hovering a in the air.

"The Powerpuff Girls saved me!" she said, proudly and everything. The Power… What? Sure, they beat the bad guy, but they nearly killed us too! And just like I saved her twice, they nearly killed us… twice! And they were just flying in the air, waving at everyone with their smug grins, saying insincere thanks and something like 'couldn't have done it without you'…. The people didn't even do anything!

If that was all, then fine. I could deal with that. It was normal for the Powerpuff Girls to come through and save the day by destroying thousands of dollars of equipment and infrastructure. It was so common that there was even insurance covering 'damage by PPG'. And as much as it annoyed me when I looked at the state of the mall after they appeared, it was still a thousand times better than what would have happened if they let the robot do its own thing. But no, that wasn't the end of it!

Blossom looked right at me. Right into my eyes, and a smile spread on her face.

"You know, Princess, you should really be more careful. You could get hurt, you know? Leave the heroics to the professionals."

"I… what?" Okay, so maybe she didn't tell me to leave it to 'the professionals', but that's what she was thinking! There's nothing else it could have been with that annoying smile on her face! And why else would Buttercup be laughing, or Bubbles looking at me like she was silently trying to apologise? No, I was sure she said that, and even if she didn't, why was she getting all the praise for blowing up half the mall? Did she know how much time it would take to fix it? Or how much money? Did they even volunteer to help clean up, look for missing people, or repair the mall with their super strength? No. Of course not. They just flew away, like they always did, still being hailed as 'heroes' or something. I even heard one over obsessed fan shout 'I love you Blossom!' It could have been that snot nosed brat's mom, who knows?

I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth in frustration. My whole body was trembling like it was going to fall apart at any moment. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to hate the Powerpuff Girls and everything they stood for. I wanted to show them, to teach them a lesson. I wanted them to understand that they weren't the perfect, untouchable idols they thought they were. They weren't heroes, they were just stupid looking mascots that the city worshipped to feel safe. Even that might have been too nice for them!

Saffron found me long after everyone else had left, still standing in the same spot, my eyes fixed on the ground in front of my feet, muttering to myself.

"Uhh, Princess?" she asked. "Are you okay? You said you would catch up, but I didn't find you afterwards. I was worried. Are… are you feeling alright?"

"I'll show those Powerpuff Girls. I'll show them once and for all who's the boss. I'll get rid of the Powerpuff Girls one way or another, even if it kills me to do it!"

A.N: So, this is the first chapter of my first Powerpuff Girls fic! This is a little outside what I'm used to but it was a lot of fun! I'll be updating this every Friday unless something cataclysmic happens that prevents that, so read and review! I really appreciate the comments. I reply to every single one, no exceptions, if not by PM then within the next chapter. So tell me what you think, whether you liked it or not and what can be improved. So see you all next week!