Bridezilla

A/N: I re-dyed my hair for the third time this month. I think it has warped my brain. I can still count to ten though, so that's a good thing. Let's get this fanfiction staaaarted.

I mean, finished. Ugh. My braaain.

Edit (4-16-2012): Woooow, hey ya'll. Sorry I haven't been updating. I've been busy, working and going to school full time...and the cost of being successful means not having fun. Still, it's no excuse. I was getting sick of writing and fretting over not one, but THREE major essays to do, and caved in and decided to just goof around and read a few random un-labled documents in my 'fanfiction' section, and then-viola! TENTH CHAPTAAA

The ground shook horribly and the judge looked up from his large bagel sandwich for the first time since he declared the lunch break. Murmurs could be heard from the other people in line realizing that there must be another monster attack.

"I guess you should get that." One of the business brides said, turning around to face a livid Blossom. Blossom made a sound of disgust and tightened her already crossed arms.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She bit out, trying to keep her temper in check. "We don't know if that's a monster. Maybe it's just an earthquake."

It was then that her cell phone decided to ring. She groaned loudly as she reached down to her large, puffy wedding dress and hiked it up enough to reveal a calf-garter that was full of more darts, a small throwing knife, and a vibrating cell phone. She plucked out the cell phone and flipped it open.

"Blossom here." She answered.

"Townsville is being attacked by a giant monster! HEEEELLLPPP!" screeched the Mayor on the other line.

"Oh, great. Another distraction." Blossom said through gritted teeth. "Well. I'm not falling for it."

"Blossom, there really is a monster! It's heading toward city hall."

"Oh! How convenient!" Blossom laughed back. "You know what else is?"

"What?" the Mayor asked back, stupidly.

Blossom shut off her phone. "The fact that I am a grown woman and can make my own decisions." She hissed angrily and then looked up to the line of at least twenty or so couples in front of her.

"Move out of my way." Blossom growled, grabbing Antonio's suit and dragging him along with her.

"Ah, we're terribly sorry." Antonio apologized. "We're just very eager to get married."

"No cuts! No cuts!" the Judge barked as he watched the Powerpuff girl shove her way through the line. The business suited couples were being tossed aside like balled up paper. It had become clear in that moment, that Blossom had finally lost it.

"I'm sorry." Blossom stopped just as she was two to three more couples until reaching the judge. She turned around. "Does anyone object?" she shouted toward the crowd of grumbling fake couples. "NO?"

"No." a few finally muttered, rubbing fresh new bruises that the pink puff had given them.

"Blossom, please." The Judge sighed, "Don't..."

"Don't what?"

The ground shook again, and Blossom wobbled on the spot. Antonio was nice enough to catch her, and right her on her feet. She sighed, thanked him, and then looked back at the judge.

"That did feel like a monster, Blossom." Antonio said anxiously.

Blossom pursed her lips. "You're right." Then she brightened up and turned toward the other couple in front of her. "I think it's heading toward City Hall! Everyone! Evacuate!"

Everyone was more than pleased to get this warning and the exits were rapidly becoming a fire hazard as people tried to stuff themselves through it as quickly and non-effectively as possible. Antonio caught the Judge by the collar just as he was about to join the crowd of sheep.

"Your honor, I believe you owe us a marriage license."

"But the Monster-"

"You're with a Powerpuff girl." Antonio reasoned. "She will keep you safe."

Blossom nodded in affirmation. "Please, your Honor."

The judge looked troubled. He kept eyeing the exit, and then back at his desk. The ground shook again and he quickly made his decision.

"Let me pull out a form." He sighed in defeat.

Brick groggily opened his eyes, and heard the telltale honking of cars in traffic while a loud intercom radio shouted out to the crowd of nervous citizens, giving an up-to-date report on how the Monster attack was doing. He could faintly pick up the voice of Professor Utonium, and his brother, Boomer. He stretched his hands, and swung it forward-when it hit metal, he confirmed where he was and found a deep growl erupting from his throat.

The memory of what happened last quickly caught up with him. His emotions started to run wild, his eyes turned a dangerous red and before he could stop and think-he melted the metal above his head with his eye-beams and dragged his body out of the trunk of Professor Utonium's car.

"Hey, Bro. You woke up!" Boomer said, popping his head out of the passenger seat.

"My car!" Professor yelped, looking at the mangled form of his car as Brick freed himself from it's metal confines.

"Where the fuck is Blossom?" he seethed.

"We're trying to go to her now." Boomer explained. "Hop on in." he gestured the back seat, while Professor continued to stick his own head out of the driver's seat window to gape sadly at the twisted, mangled backside of the ProfDaddy car.

Brick grabbed said car and roughly yanked at it, jostling the people inside. "Boomer, where is she?"

"Chill out bro! There's a monster attack! She's getting delayed as we speak!"

"ANSWER MY QUESTION!" Brick shouted.

"Ok! Ok! Enough of that!" Professor shouted, hysterically. "Put my car down!"

"Yeah, man. Be cool." Boomer frowned at Brick.

"Be...cool?" Brick spat and scratched at his neck frantically. Little crusted bits of blood pealed off the skin of his neck. "Be... the fuck did you just tell me? Be cool? Blossom ditched me, shot me, drugged me...and you're telling me to be cool?"

"We're going to stop the wedding! We've got the whole team behind us! Everyone's on your side!" Boomer said cheerfully. "Butch, Buttercup, Bubbles-even Blossom's dad's pissed at her for trying to marry Action Tony."

Brick shivered at the mere mention of Action Tony. "You still haven't answered my question."

"And you still haven't let go of my car!" Professor wailed.

Brick let it go. The car's backside flopped down on the ground, and Professor and Boomer rocked helplessly up on the front. "Where. Is. Blossom?"

"She's at City Hall." Boomer explained. "But the monster's heading there as we speak, she probably won't get married." Brick was about to jump up in the air, but heard Boomer start to ramble, "Also, it's probably dangerous for her to stay near a monster-attack. What with her being pregnant and all."

Brick stumbled. "Wh-what?"

"Ohhhh." Boomer looked at Brick with wide eyes. "haha. Yeah. You were knocked out when we found out-but yeah, congratulations, bro!"

Professor choked up and tried no to sob so loud.

"W-what?" Brick's eyes widened ten fold. "Please tell me you're shitting me."

"Nah, but it kind of explains a lot of things, huh? Like, why she didn't end up 'crawling' back to you, like you said she would. She probably thought you weren't daddy material. Which is, actually, in a sense, totally true." Boomer turned toward the Professor, "I wouldn't be too hard on Blossom, maybe marrying Action Tony would be healthy for that kid of hers."

"Boomer." Brick was suddenly by the passenger's window and reached in to grab Boomer by his hair.

"YIKES! Not my 'do!" Boomer yelped.

"Tell me you're joking!" Brick's voice was oddly calm. But the more calm it was, the more frantic Boomer got. He started thrashing his legs, creating huge dents in the inside of the car as Brick's grip on Boomer's hair got tighter.

"Fine! I'm joking! Let go of me!" Boomer begged.

"Are you really joking?"

"You just told me to tell you that I'm joking!" Boomer said, confused.

"Boomer!" Brick warned, he shook his brother's head.

"NO! I'm not joking! Why would I want to ever joke around you? You have the worst sense of humor in the history of ever!"

Brick finally let go. Boomer scrambled back into his seat, pushed down the sun blocker and opened the mirror to see his hair was totally fine. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's pregnant?" Brick asked softly. The sound of the monster screeched in the background. The radio announcer confirmed that the monster was heading down Lover's Lane and toward City Hall.

"Yes." The Professor sighed, "Which explains why her mood had been so atrocious these past few months." He glared over at the shocked Brick, "And it's all your fault." He growled toward the Rowdyruff who took a shaky step back.

"I can't... I mean... What..how...?" he shook his head. "She doesn't look pregnant!"

"How would you know?" Boomer frowned, "What do pregnant chicks look like?"

"Fat." Brick supplied.

"She did wear a pretty poofy dress. It made her look kind of fat." Boomer shrugged. Suddenly Brick was at his collar, violently trying to yank him out of the car and effectively crashing Boomer's head over and over to the top of the car's roof.

"GAH! OW! STOP!" Boomer whined.

"Don't you ever call her fat. YOU'RE FAT!" Brick shouted. "Who the fuck you calling fat? FATTY? FAT! FAT! FAT-!"

"I'm sorry! You're right! I'm fat! I'm fat!" Boomer shrieked back.

Brick finally let go.

Boomer flopped back into the car- rubbing the top of his head. Professor made a sob again as he looked at the roof of his car-battered and bent. He then looked at the mangled floor of his car, and he only needed to turn his head slightly to spot his backside mirror-where the metal of his trunk was still mangled and beyond repair. Not to mention every window in the ProfDaddy car had multiple hairline fractures now.

Professor then turned his attention to Brick. "Really, Blossom... why him?" he sighed sadly.

"So it's mine." Brick said in a soft, out-of-it voice.

"Yeah." Boomer shrugged. "Blossom kind of made that clear."

"She said it? She said it was mine?" Brick asked, showing his vulnerable side.

"Sort of...She told us not to tell youuuuuu...so..." Boomer shrugged. "Oh, shit, we just totally did." Boomer turned to the Professor with a guilty look on his face.

Professor rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

"She's pregnant with my kid, and didn't tell me." Brick said in a soft voice. "Why...why would she do that?" he asked and finally took a seat on the ProfDaddy car's hood. The violent reaction that Boomer and the Professor had feared suddenly was thrown out of the window. Boomer bit his lip and looked over at the Professor, who had stopped groaning to look up at the bent back of the villain on the top of his car's hood.

Brick even took off his baseball cap and readjusted it very slowly... Boomer knew that Brick only started fidgeting with his hat when it came to Blossom. And he knew that his brother was in distress.

"Aw, man. Don't be sad." Boomer said, sticking his head out of the window again. "She probably didn't want you in her life because you're a crazy psycho." Professor yanked Boomer's head back into the car just as a red eye-beam was about to hit him full in the face.

"Maybe you shouldn't talk anymore." Professor supplied to Boomer. Professor had been texting someone for a while before saving Boomer's life and calmly pocketed his phone before getting out of the car. The traffic was static; the air heavy with the sound of the radio announcer droning on about the monster attack, and it seemed like a perfect time for a Professor-vention, that is, a Professor intervention. Professor sat himself on the hood of the Profdaddy car and reached out to clamp a hand down on Brick's shoulder.

"Sometimes...Blossom's actions are...uncalled for."

Brick snorted in agreement, "And don't I know it." His voice was surprisingly soft.

Professor frowned, "But I know from raising Blossom, and loving Blossom, that she has her reasons behind some of her erratic behavior. Every time she does something that is so...out of her character, she does it out of love. She sometimes forgets to think with her emotions, and as her counterpart, I have a feeling that you understand this part of her very well. Emotions are complicated and messy, and can ruin best-laid plans...so sometimes you two shove it out of your thought-process because it can be a distraction from what you believe are your true goals. I believe that this time Blossom has taken it too far, but you must understand where she's coming from."

Brick glared over at the Professor, but said nothing.

"I don't think she's making the right choice marrying Antonio Russo. I don't think hiding your child from you was just. I don't think she is being a reasonable adult these past few months. But it makes me wonder, does she think her behavior is justified because the father of her child is a villain? Because the father of her child hasn't shown responsibility or fairness himself?"

Brick looked away.

"Brick." Professor sighed, "It seems to me...that the both of you are playing games with each other. You're both treating each other with enormous amounts of disrespect because you were raised to treat each other this way. But you ended up loving each other despite all of this. So why can't you stem that love into some respect? Why can't all of the things you learned to love from each other conquer the petty things that are keeping you apart?"

Brick actually sniffed. Boomer got out of the car as well, and made a bold move of stepping toward his brother.

"Show Blossom that you'll respect her, and I believe she'll show you the same. I believe this whole fiasco happened because of miscommunication, and lack of civility. That's the only true reason for Blossom's irrational behavior for the past few months. You hurt her first, so I say either suck it up, or apologize." The Professor said gently.

"I'm the bad guy." Brick hissed. "I'm always the bad guy in these situations. Why the fuck do I have to apologize first? Why the fuck do I have to step up my game?"

"Brick..." Boomer frowned, taking another bold step forward to the very touching intervention.

"Blossom tries to leave me, have my kid in secret, and whatever else...and i'm still the bad guy." Brick hissed.

"Brick." Professor sighed. "It doesn't matter who's the bad guy or who's the good guy..."

"It does matter. It's always mattered to Blossom." Brick said, still refusing to show his face to the Professor.

"Brick... are you crying?" Boomer made the mistake of talking again. This time, he didn't have the Professor's quick thinking to duck away from the burning eye-beam to his face.

"Shut the fuck up." Brick hissed darkly. His brother made a silent scream as he pressed his hands on a smoldering forehead. He lost balance, and toppled onto the ground, still clutching at his new wounds.

"The Powerpuff girls Bubbles, and Buttercup have lead the monster toward Townsville park. The Monster is putting up quite a fight, trying it's best to cause as much destruction as possible. Buildings in the upper west side of Townsville have been completely demolished-" the radio's voice that was on full blast for all of the citizens in traffic to hear suddenly invaded everyone's thoughts. Even Boomer, with his blistered face, stopped frantically flailing.

"The monster keeps making repeated attempts to run toward City Hall. The Powerpuff girls are doing their best to keep situations under control. Ah, Powerpuff Blossom has just entered the scene."

Brick jerked up, listening to the radio.

"What?" Professor paled. "Blossom?"

"The monster is being yelled at by Blossom. It seems it ruined her 'perfect day', ohhhhh-Towsvillians, forgot to inform you that Blossom is wearing a wedding dress and is most likely upset that the monster ruined her wedding. Congratulations, Powerpuff Blossom! Contratulations!"

"She's going to get herself killed out there." Professor cried, throwing himself off of the hood, but ungracefully slipping onto the ground.

"She's going to get my kid killed out there!" Brick said jumping off of the car.

"Your kid? Who says you have custody rights-!" Boomer croaked from his spot on the ground. Brick used his brother's face as a platform to take off into the air. A streak of red followed him as he flew toward the monster attack.

Professor looked up at Brick and a secretive smile appeared on his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Dean? Thanks for that. Yeah, it's worked." Professor said, getting up from his crouched position. "Yes, the box DVD set is yours. What? The action figure? Now you're just being a dirty cheat, Dean. Yeah, of course you can have it." Professor bit out. "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome." He grumpily shut his phone off. Boomer was staring back at him over the other side of the hood.

"Who was that?" Boomer asked.

"None of your concern." Professor huffed. "Now get in the car. We have a wedding to crash."

To be continued...