Power Rangers Zeo - Venusian Encounters - Heather Ray (books to read to increase intelligence TXT) 📗

How can I say this enough? Thank you to everyone that has kept up with all my books! You all are awesome! When I started adapting my fanfiction to these books, I was just doing it in order to introduce the Power Rangers to a new generation and to also help reluctant young readers to find a new love for reading. But I have found out that with each new book there is resounding success! Thank you all so much!

In an alternate reality, distant in the Multiverse, there is a race of warrior women known as Venusians. Their past is shrouded in mystery, yet their culture has been intertwined with that of mankind since the beginning. These immortals, skilled in sorcery, existed with humanity for centuries. To learn their story, and how they clash with the Power Rangers Zeo, I invite you to read on...


This fic is something of a "tying loose ends"

piece, a lot like Bridging the Gap. It takes place about a week after Water Runs Dry. Also, the word Habibe is Arabic for "Dear"

or "Honey"

(all letters pronounced, so it would be ha-bee-bay)

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"Kim?" came a yell from behind the closed ivory colored doors, "Kim, are you in there?"

A smile crept onto Kimberly's face as she folded a cotton baby tee and laid it in her leather suitcase. She rose to her feet, and took another look at her closet. She frowned when she noticed just how little "normal" clothing she had with her.

"Kim!! You're starting to scare me here!"

"Come on in, Renee," Kimberly answered, not turning around from the closet. Renee Ryan, the head enchantress of the royal court, stepped into the bedroom of the monarch, her hands on her hips.

"So where do you go off ignoring me like this?!" Renee demanded, her head tilted slightly to the side.

"Sorry, 'Ne," Kim responded, laying a bright pink sundress on her bed, "but I've got a lot to do before I leave."

"That's another thing," Renee said, making herself comfortable on Kim's bed, "What's up with this spur-of-the-moment vacation?"

"I decided I needed a little get-away," Kim replied, zipping her suitcase, "I had a life before I came to Venus Island, and I'd like to get in touch with it again."

A sly smile crossed Renee's lips. "So you're going on a tropical vacation with Tommy?"

Kim blushed, and shook her head in the negative. "Hardly. I'm actually going to Geneva, to see some friends. Friends that go way back, even further than Tommy."

"Who do you know in Switzerland?"

"Let's just say it'll be an original Power Ranger reunion."

"Really?" said Renee, glancing up at her queen and friend, "But don't Jason and Billy still live in Angel Grove?"

"Yes they do. All I have to do is convince them to come along with me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to change. I can't parade around Angel Grove in a silver toga, can I?"

Renee shrugged. "Cast a spell, transforming the molecules of your dress into something more casual. You do it all the time, Kim!"

"This time, I want to do things like I used to. And that includes getting dressed."

"Well, how do you plan on getting to Switzerland, if not with your Ninjetti magic?"

Kim grinned innocently. "Well, I can't help that. But as soon as we get to Switzerland, for three whole days I'm going to be simply Kimberly Anne Hart, typical American girl. I'm leaving this Venusian queen stuff here."

"Well, have fun," said Renee, walking towards the door, "We'll contact you if anything happens while you're gone."

"Be sure to. You're in charge, by the way. Keep the island in one piece."

Renee began to laugh. "When the cat's away, the mice will play!"

Kimberly hesitantly stepped towards the front door of the Lee family's house, fingering her magical string of pearls nervously. It had been awhile since she used the magical pearls, and she hoped Maggie and Scott Lee wouldn't recognize her. Also, she was slightly uncomfortable in her sundress. If felt strange against her skin, considering the attire she had grown used to. She frowned at how easily she adapted to her role as queen, leaving everything else behind.

After a few moments, her knocks were answered by Maggie Lee.

"Hello," she said, eyeing her visitor strangely, "can I help you?"

Kim smiled brightly. "Hi, I'm Kerri, a friend of Jason's. Is he around?"

Maggie shook her head. "He's working today."

Kim's eyes widened. "He has a job?"

"He's had a job for over a month now," Maggie said, leaning against the door, "He'll be home tonight. Would you like me to tell him you dropped by?"

"Nah, I'll go find him. Which martial arts school does he work at?"

Maggie's eyebrow rose. "Actually, he's a teller at CNC Bank."

"A bank?" Kim said, blinking. She saw Maggie's bewildered expression, and tried to hide her surprise. "Uh, he's at the CNC on Kennedy Boulevard?"

"That's the one," Maggie said, "He'll be there until five, so if you want to see him immediately, that's your best bet."

Kim nodded, and smiled at Maggie. "Thanks, Mrs. Lee."

Maggie closed the door, and Kim began walking down the street to downtown Angel Grove. As she walked, she smiled as she gazed at all the houses along Jason's block. She'd past these same houses hundreds of times, when she visited the young man who quickly became like a big brother to her. She shook her head in disbelief at what Mrs. Lee had told her.

Jason's working at a bank! I never thought he was interested in that sort of thing. I mean, he's always been good a numbers and things, but I thought he had his heart set on teaching martial arts. I was sure he'd either be holding lessons at Ernie's or working at a dojo somewhere. I really have lost touch, haven't I?

Kimberly continued to walk through Angel Grove, observing everything she past with the awareness of a tourist. Everything seemed the same, yet different. It was like a sense of deja vu. It was refreshing, yet eerie. Kim was glad to walk through the streets of her hometown, yet she was glad when she reached the bank, and left those streets behind.

There he is, she thought, walking towards one of the three tellers busily tending to customers. Kim stood in line behind the customer Jason was working with, and waited patiently.

"Forty, sixty, eighty, one-hundred," Jason counted, holding a few twenty dollar bills, "Here you go Mister Schwartz. Have a nice day."

"Thank you," he said, leaving the bank. Kim stepped up to the counter, and watched as Jason typed something onto a computer.

"Can I help you?" he asked, still looking at the screen.

"Actually, I'm here to invite you to a special reunion, Jay."

Jason looked up, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Kimberly standing before him. "Kim! What're you doing here?"

"I came to see you! What've you been up to?"

"Just a minute," Jason said, walking away from the counter to a friend of his. "Helen, could you cover for me for five minutes? I have to step out."

"Sure Jason," his collegue said, walking to the counter. Jason walked around, and greeted Kim with a fierce hug.

"What brings you to the real world?" he asked, as the pair walked out of the bank and onto the sidewalk. They sat down on a bench nearby.

"I decided I needed a break from royalty," she said, twirling a lock of caramel hair, "I see you're a working man now."

"Just for the summer," Jason replied, "Then I'm off to Penn State."

"Wow," Kim sighed, "That's pretty far away, Jay."

Jason nodded. "Well, I need a change of scenery. When I was in Switzerland, I wanted to come home so much, I actually left the Peace Conference. It took me awhile to realize that its not the town that's home for me. Its the people there. And everything's changed. Its not really home anymore."

"Since when did you start feeling this way?"

"Its been in the back of my head for awhile now. Being a Power Ranger was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, but when I rejoined the team as the Gold Ranger, it just wasn't the same. And I don't mean about not being leader or anything. Its much more than the color of the outfit, or who gives the orders. I just knew that the people inside the costumes weren't the same. They're all great people, and excellent rangers, but they're not the original team. The team I fought with, played with, learned with, grew with. It didn't take long inside that gold armor for me to realize that no matter how hard I try, I can't turn back time, and re-live those glory days. My time as a Power Ranger are passed. My place isn't on the active team. My uniform is on display behind a glass wall. And that is the only uniform that'll ever