Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie, Heather Ray [life books to read TXT] 📗

To everyone that has been keeping up with all my books, I want to thank you all so much! You all are so awesome! More are to come!

Are you familiar with Marvel Comics? If so, you may have some knowledge of the monthly comic called "What If...?"

This comic series explores many possibilities, and how by altering one specific event in a timestream, you can thereby greatly change future events. So, this fanfic is inspired by this comic series, and starts just before "There's No Business Like Snow Business."

I actually included scenes from "There's No Business Like Snow Business"

, as well as a few other episodes and even T:APRM

, and I hope Saban has no problem with this. This story has no connection to any of my other fanfics, but I still used the characters Renee Ryan and Trevor Monroe, probably because I like them so much.

To let you all know, this was originally what I had planned out for Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie: "Pawns"

. But as time went on, I edited "Pawns"

into what it is today. Recently I thought I would supply the first draft of the book to show you all the differences between the two books. You be the judge on which is better. This first draft, or the one that is known today as "Pawns"

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Sunday, February 9, 1997

In the well-equipped gymnasium owned and operated by Coach Gunther Schmidt, a group of young American athletes were training for the Pan-Global Games, an international sports competition that would be hosted by the United States in May. Many of the athletes were teenagers who had devoted their entire lives to gymnastics. Some were recruited by Coach Schmidt as early as their pre-teen years, and they had slowly but surely progressed into champions of the sport. But there was one young woman who hadn't devoted her life to gymnastics. Kimberly Anne Hart was a young woman born and raised in Angel Grove California, who was recruited by Coach Schmidt this past July. Even though she has only trained for half a year, Kimberly was quickly becoming one of Coach Schmidt's best students. She was a natural athlete, and she was no stranger to high physical strain, and fierce competition. But what was so amazing about Kim was that no matter how strenuous the exercise, nor how demanding the instructors, Kimberly is always wearing a charming smile. Her cheerful attitude permeated everything she did, and it was absolutely contagious. Everyone on the team simply adored Kim.

Presently Coach Schmidt was surveying his team of athletes as they practiced on the various gymnastics stations. As usual, he kept a careful eye on two of the best gymnasts on the team -- Kimberly and her roommate Renee Ryan. He knew that they were the heart and soul of his team, and that they were also America's best chance for gold medals in the individual and all-around competitions. He had coached many world-class teams, and usually, no matter how much he tried to create group cohesiveness, there was always an undeniable air of competition between his best athletes. He was really worried about the possibility of competition between Renee and Kimberly, because they were nearly equals in most events, and both are top choices for gold medals. In nearly every event, they would be competing against each other come the Pan Globals. Coach Schmidt hoped to avoid in-group conflict by putting the two girls together in the same room. And it worked. Renee and Kimberly quickly became close friends, to the point that both would be just as happy if the other wins then if she had won.

"Coach," says Trevor Monroe, one of his assistants. "It's nine o'clock."

"So it is," said Coach Schmidt, glancing at his watch. "Well, I guess it's time to call it a day."

Coach Schmidt stood on the mat in the center of the gym, and blew his whistle, causing everyone to stop practicing and give him their full attention.

"Okay, everyone!" he called. "That's enough for today. Great practice by all! As a reward, we're all going for frozen yogurts on the boardwalk! On me! Now hit the showers!"

The group of teenagers cheered happily, and separated into the locker rooms. The Coach then turned to Trevor.

"So, will you join us?"

"Not tonight, Coach," said the young man with a smile, "I have an early class tomorrow, so I'd better turn in early. I need time to commute. Maybe next time. Tell everyone I said goodnight."

Trevor shook Coach Schmidt's hand, and hurried to the corner of the gym to gather his belongings. He then waved at the coach, and left the gym.

Inside the girl's locker room, Renee steps out of a shower with a towel wrapped around her body, and another wrapped around her dark hair. She saw Kimberly busily tying her shoelaces, and combing her chestnut hair, still damp with sweat.

"You're not taking a shower, Kim?" she asked with a smirk. Kim rolled her eyes.

"I'll take one in the apartment. I don't like the whole idea of communal showers, 'Ne."

"So, I take it you're not going to come get fro-yo with the rest of us?"

"I can't. It's Sunday

!"

"Sunday...?" asked Renee, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes! I call Tommy every Sunday night at ten. You know that."

"Kimberly," said Renee with a sigh, "you can't live your life around Tommy's schedule."

"But I'm not," Kim protested. "He calls me Thursday nights, and I call him Sunday nights. We need to keep in touch. Besides, talking to Tommy is the highlight of my week!"

"Kim," said Renee in a low voice, "don't you think you're being a little...naive

? I mean, here's the scenario: your boyfriend is a handsome, popular guy, whose girlfriend is three-thousand miles away! You may talk to him Thursday and Sunday nights, but who do you think he's with Friday and Saturday nights, eh? I'm willing to bet my hip-hop CD collection that he's not sitting in his bedroom, staring at a picture of you."

"Renee, I trust Tommy," Kim said sternly. "He'd never go out with anyone behind my back."

"How do you know, Kim? I mean, don't get me wrong -- I'm sure Tommy's a nice guy and all -- but let's face the facts. He lives in California, you live in Florida. You haven't even seen him in six months, and who knows when you'll see him again?"

"I'm moving back to Angel Grove after the Pan-Globals," Kim said, "I didn't tell him yet, but it'll be a surprise. I'm spending the summer with my Uncle Steve. I'll tell the gang all about it when I go visit them when Coach Schmidt gives us a week off at the end of the month."

"That's nice, but what about after that? Your parents live in Paris, Kim! You aren't planning on living with your uncle forever!"

"I know, but I have to think about it," said Kim, picking up her gym bag, "I'm going to the room. Have fun, okay."

"Take care, Kim," said Renee, as she watched her best friend leave the locker room. She sighed deeply, and started getting dressed.

Oh, Kim,

she thought, you can't do this to yourself! I know you love him, but you're going to have to face facts. You're both teenagers. Neither of you really knows what you want out of life. Long-distance relationships never work. Someone always winds up getting hurt. I just hope it isn't you.

Meanwhile, in the M51 galaxy, there was a large palace, designed like a skull. There, on a barren world, was the headquarters of one of the most dangerous and feared villains of the cosmos -- Master Vile. Master Vile was the emperor of this galaxy, and he sought to include the relatively near Milky Way galaxy to his empire. But his first attempt was foiled by a group of teenaged heroes known as the Power Rangers. His only daughter, Rita Repulsa, and her husband Lord Zedd had been trying to destroy these Power Rangers for some time. But, a new, more dangerous threat has struck. The Machine Empire, another extremely powerful race of evil, have also set their sights on Earth. They invaded first the Moon, and drove Zedd and Rita away. Rita decided to bring the entire court to Mastervile's homeworld, where they can coordinate a joint attack against the Machines, and retake the Moon Palace. So for the past several months, they have taken refuge in Mastervile's palace, even though they aren't the most welcome visitors.

Lord Zedd in particular is unhappy with his present situation. He feels nothing but loathing towards his father-in-law, who had the nerve to take command of Lord Zedd's palace during his brief stay, and tell him what to do. And lately, he feels nothing towards his wife, except disgust. She is constantly complaining, and her magic is useless against the Power Rangers. Little did Lord Zedd realize that the reason why he no longer cares for his wife is because the potent love potion, which Rita used on Zedd months ago, has finally begun to fade.

Why in the name of Evil did I marry that old