!SPECIAL EFFECTS! "THOUGHTS"
"Now, Babette," her grandfather admonished. "You must needs learn to get along with your cousin, Charlotte. Remember, I care about the both of you, so I won't play favorites."
"I'll try, Grandfather," Babette answered, smiling wanly.
"Do, or do not do. There is no try," the old man said as the three family members walked off of the plane that had brought them to the southern part of France.
Marseilles, France was near Italy, close to the Mediterranean Sea. It was a port city where many ships came and went, the sea making the weather cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter with a sea breeze that tantalized the senses.
"Now that you're here, we need to bring you on the uptake when it comes to your education."
"That's right, you barbarian!" Charlotte interjected. "You're lacking in grace and finesse!"
"I have plenty of grace and finesse. If you like, we can have another match where I'll show you how much speed and quickness I really have," Babette answered harshly.
"That's not what I meant, you uncouth bore!"
"Babette! Charlotte! Stop it!" the old man demanded strongly.
A few minutes later Babette and her new family arrived at the Trois estate which consisted of a large two story house, surrounded by beautiful plush fruit trees and grape vineyards. "Wow! This place is so huge!" Babette exclaimed as she looked around. "So where is our apartment, Grandfather? Is it out in back?"
"You barbarian!" Charlotte insulted. "This is our home! Have you forgotten how wealthy the Trois's are?"
"That will do, Charlotte. And we're not really wealthy; we're simply well off." Then the old man turned towards his other granddaughter. "Now Babette, in a few days we'll have to find out how much schooling you'll need."
"Schooling? I've had plenty of training in several martial arts. I also know how to cook, survive in the forest and clean homes and apartments," the tall, statuesque young woman of six feet, two inches tall stated proudly.
"That's not what I meant. I was talking about reading, writing and arithmetic."
"I can write and count. I can even speak several languages," the brunette answered.
"Can you write in these languages, Babette?" the old man asked, his eyes, narrowing towards his granddaughter.
"I can write a little bit of French." The tall brunette looked askance for a moment.
"You need to get caught up, Babette."
"Wait a minute!" Babette exclaimed. "Aren't you a master of savate kickboxing? Maybe I can train in savate like I did when I was a child."
"You're still a child despite your impressive size and strength, but I can train you in the family's savate kickboxing style."
"Not so fast! You still need to go to school after a tutor has helped to get you caught up."
"All right," the Amazonian female answered somberly.
"And when the time comes for you to go to the same school I go to, you don't know me; I don't know you. I have a good reputation to keep. Understand, Babette?" Charlotte stated harshly.
Over the course of time, Babette trained hard in her family's savate kickboxing style. "I'm surprised at how well you're doing, Babette," her grandfather stated proudly as he watched her go through her paces.
"Thanks, Grandfather. I've been working very hard so I can get involved in the upcoming Street Fighter Tournaments as soon as possible."
"Tournament? What are you talking about?"
"I've done some investigating into the death of my masters, Pak Ten and Madam Pai. And I've found out the one who killed them was a Thai kick boxer named Udon," Babette answered somberly
"It wasn't much of a surprise really," Babette continued. "As soon as I'm ready, I'm going to enter that tournament, so I can give Udon the beating of his life!"
"No, Babette! I haven't brought you back here to France only to lose you again!"
"But, Grandfather!" Babette exclaimed. "I have to avenge their deaths. I owe them. Thanks to the both of them my mastery of several martial arts and fighting styles will help me to win that tournament."
"Why don't you worry about getting caught up in school before you go off on any adventures?" her grandfather suggested, regarding his granddaughter shrewdly. Despite her youth and obvious naiveté, the old man could see that the beautiful, young girl was strong, agile, and very powerful.
"I'll go along with your wishes for now. But in the meantime I'm going to train really hard." Babette went through several fast paced snap kicks, being observed by her teacher.
"There are several savate kickboxing tournaments here in France. Why not train for them?" her grandfather suggested.
"All right, Grandfather. These upcoming tournaments will be practice for the real fight in the years ahead," Babette confirmed.
"Now that we've settled that, it's time to inform you we're having a guest for dinner tonight."
"Really? Is he cute?" the statuesque young woman replied as she extended her shapely leg outward. She was practicing a particularly hard kick that required her to stay in the air for an extended amount of time, spinning around as she kicked an imaginary target dozens of times in rapid-fire procession.
The old man paused for a moment. "That is not the point. He's here to be your tutor. It's about time you get further caught up with your studies."
Later that night, the Trois's were gathered together in the family dining room, sitting at a long table made for four places at the time.(It could actually be set up for as many as eight places if necessary). The table was beautifully adorned with white lace, expensive plates and silverware. The food had a wonderful aroma to it as the maids placed it on the table.
"Sir, Rene Reynard is here," the housekeeper announced.
"Good. He's prompt. Direct him here."
"Bonjour, everybody!" a gorgeous, fair skinned, medium sized, teenage boy with light blond hair and thoughtful blue eyes hailed as he walked into the plush dining room. He was five feet six inches tall, weighing a slender, fit, and moderately muscularly defined 135 pounds. His beautiful body matched the physique of a men's fitness model as opposed to a bodybuilder. He was so pretty as to seem almost feminine, but his exemplary skills in acrobatics, breakfall, contortionism, savate, jiu jitsu, and even some street fighting helped him to defeat bullies who took his kindness for a weakness.
"Greetings, Rene. Babette, Charlotte, this is Rene Reynard." After everyone made their greetings, Rene sat down in the seat to which Mr. Trois directed him.
"Ooh! Where did you meet this gorgeous, young man, Grandfather?" Babette asked with a smile in the direction of the new object of her desire. Rene blushed as Babette leaned forward in the young man's direction.
"Rene is one of my savate students, but in addition to kickboxing, he knows other martial arts. This young man is lot tougher than he appears to be," the old man said with a sense of pride. "However, unlike most of my students, Rene is very intelligent. That's why I brought him here to tutor you, Babette. Babette? Babette!"
"Huh? Oh, yes!" The statuesque brunette had been admiring the handsome, young man when her grandfather had snapped her to attention. "I'm very happy to have a tutor like Rene, Grandfather," Babette answered sweetly.
"I'm glad to hear that, Babette. I hope you'll learn as much as you can from this young man. It took a lot of effort and expense on my part to bring him here to you. His family has been working for our family for over a hundred years."
"Babette is so beautiful yet strong and powerful at the same time. She may even be a match for someone like that Spaniard Vega or even that new guy, Seth," Rene mused to himself as he regarded his new student.
The dinner ended on a good note, so Pierre Trois stood up. "Now that you and Rene are acquainted and finished eating, it's time for him to start getting you caught up with your schooling."
"All right," Babette replied happily. "Shall I show him to my room? There's a desk with all my books there and everything."
"Good idea. Now mind him, Babette," her grandfather admonished.
"Yes, Grandfather. This way, Rene." Babette led the young man to her room with an, oh so slight sway of her hips until she got to the door and opened it, showing him in.
"This room is so nice." Rene was very impressed with the décor of the fairly large sized room that was a cross between what a warrior would have and what a teenage girl would have. The pink colored room had a couple of stuffed animals on the well-made bed whose covers were white with gold colored trimmings. On the walls were pictures of several known Street Fighters including Ken Masters and Ryu Hoshi. Even the Trois' family's coat of arms hung on the wall in addition to martial arts weapons. Despite the contrasts or because of them, everything seemed to fit well with each other.
"You like it? I spent a lot of time working on my room to make it look nice," Babette answered happily.
"It looks so wonderful. Now let's get to work." Rene turned to his pupil with a look of seriousness on his face.
"All right." Babette sat down to the desk in her room obediently, motioning to the chair beside her.
As the handsome, young man sat next to her on her left, Babette admired him. "What is your biggest problem, Babette?"
"I asked you what your most difficult subject was. Babette?" The handsome, young man looked up and saw that his student's eyes were looking him up and down.
"Oh, yes! My algebra is just awful, but my biggest problem is Biology."
"Yes. I'm simply at my wits end when it comes to that. It's so complicated that I feel helpless when dealing with it." Babette had raised her hands in resignation. Then she stealthily put her arm on her tutor's shoulder. "I guess I'm at your mercy. Please be gentle."
"All right, Babette. I'll be able to help you with that." The boy's sweet smile made Babette melt as she regarded him.
Then Babette continued. "What confuses me the most is the mitochondria. Do they merge together?" The statuesque girl stealthily moved her tutor's chair closer to hers.
"That's not what they really do. Let's start from the beginning," Rene said softly.
As Rene taught Babette, she began to caress his shoulders and the back of his neck. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You're tickling me! Stop, please!" the youth pleaded as he turned a little pink.
"You have the cutest laugh, Rene. And you feel so good."
"Huff! Now, Babette, I'm here to help with your studies and get you caught up. I'm rather ticklish, so no more tickling, OK?"
Babette didn't answer, but her large bosom heaved as she held him closer. Then she looked down at him and smiled.
The fair skinned boy was a little flushed but did everything he could to maintain his composure. He was breathing heavily, and before he knew what was happening, Babette had set him on her lap. "How is it that her breasts stand at attention like that? She smells so good. She's more beautiful up close than at a distance. Why do I feel so warm all of a sudden?"
"I could just sit like this forever," Babette sighed as she caressed the object of her desire. Rene became so relaxed; he rested his head on Babette's chest.
"She's so soft and firm at the same time," Rene thought as he became more comfortable and sleepy.
Then the door flew open! "What's going on here?" Babette's grandfather demanded, shocking the lovers out of their revelry.
The two were so surprised that they both fell out of their chairs onto the ground with Rene ending up on top of Babette. As Rene stumbled to get up, his hands felt something. Looking down, the boy noticed that his hands were on Babette's bosom.
"Oh, my!" Rene exclaimed while blushing. Babette giggled as her new beau tried frantically to remove his hands from her person.
"Rene, what do you think you're doing?" the old man demanded harshly.
"Mr. Trois, I can explain!" Rene commented nervously, finally getting off of his tutored student.
"You've really disappointed me, Rene. I was sure you would help my granddaughter with her studies," the old man admonished. "I want you out of my house…"
"Noo!" Babette screamed, getting up. "Grandfather, don't blame him! It was my entire fault. I could not keep my hands off him. Please, don't hold this against him. I'll do much better. I promise."
The old man regarded his pleading granddaughter for a moment. Then an idea hit him. "If you do well in your studies, I'll allow Rene to keep tutoring you. If you don't do well, I'll make sure you never see him again. That is my final word on the matter. I suggest you study hard and pay attention, Babette." With that, the old man did an about face and walked out of the room with a knowing smile on his face.
Through a lot of hard work, Babette had managed to get caught up within less than a year. She was quickly enrolled in high school where she excelled, surprising her teachers. She had also kept up her martial arts training, becoming extremely skilled and stronger. It had gotten to the point that Babette easily won all of the contests and tournaments she had entered, defeating the most powerful of opponents. The statuesque girl had won all of the street fights she had taken part in as well.
A year later:
!ZOOM! Babette moved with so much speed that she left a trail of smoke behind her as she made her way to her private, rich kids' school. "At this rate, I'll beat my record of five minutes. But St. Francis High School has been such a pain! And Karen Canard is such a bitch too! How I would like to ring that neck of hers! And those nuns! The worst one is Sister Dora, or as I like to call her, Sister Charles Bronson. But as for the other nuns, they need to get some and get some soon!"
"Look out! It's that crazy kick boxer girl again!" a local merchant called out.
"Sorry!" Babette called out a she passed by.
!ZOOM! "The only thing I like about my high school is Rene. He was so nice when he helped me catch up on my studies. Oh! I'm near his house now. The smell of his parents' bakery is intoxicating!"
"Good morning, Babette,"
Babette looked down and admired the appearance of her lover for a moment. "Ooh, la la!"
"Babette? What's the matter?" the boy asked as he walked over to her with a tilt of his head to the side, looking up at her innocently with an infectious smile on his perfectly formed face. "Oh!"
!SMOOCH! "Oh, Rene! You're such a sight for sore eyes!" the tall and strong girl announced, picking up her lover and practically making love to him on the spot as her hands explored him.
"You're eyes are beautiful, Babette, as is the rest of you. However, as much as I'm enjoying being in your arms, we have to get to school. I don't want your grandfather to blame me for making you late," Rene said with a cute, knowing smile.
"OK, Rene. Getting you to school on time won't be a problem. Now get on my back and hang on. And don't tickle me while I'm running, or I'll get even with you as I did last week," the tall, statuesque girl said with a smile as the boy made sure his backpack was on tight, put his arms around his girlfriend's neck as he climbed on her back, wrapping his agile legs around her waistline.
"I didn't mean to have my hands go down your blouse like that. I was just afraid I was going to fall off. You moved so fast. I'll be more careful this time. But when you put your hands down my shirt afterwards, you ruined it when the buttons popped off."
"All right, baby. I'll be gentler next time. You're so irresistible when you're pink, giggling, and pleading for mercy. Don't worry though. I can afford to buy you new clothes," the young girl said gently, smiling at the thought of what had ended up happening. "Do we have to go to school today? I'd much rather go to your room and make out with you, my sweet Rene."
"Come now, Babette. My mother's here. And when my mother caught us together last time, I was so embarrassed," Rene said, blushing in such a way it made the statuesque, young woman regarding him smile in admiration.
"It sort of surprised me that your mother was so prudish when your father wasn't upset at all when he heard about what happened. In fact, he seemed to be relieved for some reason."
"Uh, yeah. Let's get going, Babette," Rene answered, looking up at his lover and smiling at her.
"All right. Now hold on tight!"
"I'm on!" !ZOOM! "Yeow!"
Babette took off running through the streets! However, when the traffic got thicker, the sure footed young girl leaped into the air, roof hopping as was needed. Then she leaped from a particularly high building a mile into the sky.
"It won't be long now, Rene. Can't you see the school from here?"
"Yes, Babette! I can see the bell tower from here!" the boy called out as the wind pulled the tresses of his golden hair back. "But how do you plan to get all the way over there from here? There are no more buildings to jump from!"
"Oh, just watch!" Maintaining her momentum, Babette used her skills to make the wind work for her, gliding her way to the school. After arriving at the front of the school, she spun around a little bit, bridging the gap between her feet and the ground and making a perfectly smooth landing.
"Wow, Babette!" Rene proclaimed. "That was breathtaking!"
"You loved it, baby?. We'll have to do that again sometime since it makes you so happy." As Babette let her passenger down, she noticed some unsavory characters making their way to her.
"Babette!" a voice called out harshly.
"What do you want, Karen?" Babette snapped back.
"I hate how you and everybody else think you're the most powerful girl in this school. I run this school, and it's time you realized that!" Karen Canard was a tall, moderately muscular yet well formed, beautiful, young girl with long, blond hair made up of ringlets. She weighed 150 pounds and stood at five feet ten inches tall. Her arrogance and haughtiness marred her strikingly beautiful, good looks which were increased by her perfectly tailored red sailor outfit that flattered her busty figure.
"Let me fight her again, boss," a large, seven and a half foot girl with masculine muscles and a mannish looking face requested.
"Fine, Bertha. However, I doubt you'll fare any better against her than you did before," Karen said with an aristocratic flare.
"Grrrr!" the king sized girl screamed as she charged Babette with a speed that belied her size. But Babette saw Bertha coming, so she dropped to the ground and tripped the girl, causing the giantess to fall several feet forward on her face. "Oof!"
"Care to try again?" Before anyone knew it, Babette was back on her feet, ready for action.
"How dare you make fun of me?" the giant sized woman screamed in a rage filled roar. "I'll kill you!" Bertha got up and came at her again, but this time Babette came at her even faster, using a rapid-fire spinning helicopter-like roundhouse kick that struck the big girl in the stomach dozens of times before she knew what had hit her. "Oof!"
"It's not over yet!" Babette grabbed the stunned giantess and threw her into a tree that was over a dozen yards away. !SMASH!
"Oooh." Bertha got up and charged Babette once again. However, this time Babette moved in on her larger opponent with a burst of super human speed, taking the giantess by surprise and nailing her with a fierce uppercut to the solar plexus that knocked her up several meters into the sky. In a few seconds Bertha came crashing to the ground in a heap.
"Next!" Babette announced, getting in a savate kickboxing stance, modified by the kung fu, tai chi, muay thai, and other martial arts she had learned during her stay in Thailand.
"It seems as if I'm going to have to fight you myself, Babette," Karen said with a backwards flick of her ringlet hair.
"What do you have that's any different than before?"
"I've spent a fortune being trained by the best martial arts instructors in the world! I've even learned how to manipulate my ki into devastating, long ranged attacks. There's no way an uncouth barbarian like you could ever hope to defeat me!"
"Bring it on!" Babette called out.
Karen slowly and carefully made her way to Babette, putting her hands out as if she was warding something off. As blue energy spots the size of baseballs appeared around her, Karen sped up towards Babette, punching her several times in a rapid-fire fashion with open hands. "It almost hurt, hitting her. It's like rock hard body is made out of steel!"
"Ungh! So you've gotten better," Babette answered. "Let's see how much better you can take it." The bigger girl spun around with such force and speed, she came behind her opponent, kicking her in the back countless times. And as Karen lurched forward, Babette reversed herself, attacking using a leg sweep, knocking her off her feet and on her face flat on the ground.
"Oh!" Karen got up quickly, practically flying into Babette. She then kneed her in the stomach, grabbed her and attempted to throw her to the ground. But Babette has used her acrobatic ability to land on her feet and struck with a well-placed low kick to Karen's shin. Then she followed up with a strong somersault kick that knocked the blond headed girl into the sky.
As the spoiled, rich girl came crashing downward, Babette was waiting for her. As soon as she hit the ground, Babette struck the ground with her foot, creating a shockwave that knocked the ringlet haired girl up in the air again.
"Oooh!" Before Karen could get her bearings, Babette struck home with a powerful roundhouse kick that knocked the girl out.
"It's over, Karen. Now it's time for class. Let's go, Rene," Babette called to her boyfriend who ran over to her with her things, placing his arm around her waist as they walked inside the school.
Then Karen's crew of five girls along with a couple of guys ran up to her. "I guess it didn't work out, Karen," her second in command, Abigail "Nabs" Tindeau said. Abigail Tindeau was rather tall, standing at five feet eight inches tall. She had golden brown hair with an amply endowed physique. She was a pretty, young girl, but she had an ice cold presence about her.
"Never mind that now! Oh, that bitch! She'll ruin everything!"
"Most everyone still pays their tribute money, Karen."
"You forget that neither Babette nor her boy toy, Rene, ever pay me the tribute to which I'm entitled as the most powerful girl in the school!" Karen said in anger.
"Maybe we can do something about that," Nabs said with a knowing look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's kidnap that little fairy boyfriend of hers. Then we can force her to do what we want."
"Aah. Good idea, Nabs. I'm glad I thought of it." That being said, Karen and her crew made their way into the school.
"Hey, Babette!" Armand Norman, the captain of the school's savate kickboxing team called out, running towards Babette and Rene as they made their way to class. He was as big as six feet, four inches tall weighing 240 pounds of rock solid muscle. His sandy blond hair helped to make him a good looking guy along with his strong structural facial features.
"What is it, Armand?"
The larger the life kick boxer gave a derisive look at the handsome young man standing next to Babette for a moment. "Why are you with this wimp when you could be with me? You're built like She-Hulk, a comic book super chick." Armand regarded the fair haired boy yet again. "Ditch that zero and get with the hero."
"Since when have you become a hero? Anyway, I'm in love with him, Armand. Deal with it. Besides, he's prettier than you are."
"Gee. He's prettier everyone around here including you! The guy's such a fairy. You need a real man like me."
"Good bye, Armand." That being said, Babette took Rene by the arm and went to class.
"It's just too bad Babette's in love with that pretty boy, isn't it?" Abigail said from behind the large, young man.
"Yeah, it is." Then Armand turned around abruptly and faced Abigail. "Wait! You're Karen Canard's head flunky, and Karen hates Babette. What do you want?"
Abigail quickly changed the subject. "You know if Rene was out of the way, you'd have Babette all to yourself."
"What is that to you?" the young man asked with suspicion.
"I'd like to help you out for a small fee."
"One hundred francs," the girl said in a matter of fact manner. Then she put her hand out.
In a matter of seconds, Armand placed the money in the young girl's hot little hands. "I like the deal we got, but I'll do you one better."
"And what exactly is that?"
"I'll pay you another hundred francs if I get the opportunity to beat Rene within an inch of his life in such a way that I can get away with it," Armand replied with a malevolent grin on his face.
"Hmmm. That's a big demand. That would cost you; shall we say 500 more francs, hmmm?"
"Sold!" Armand quickly slapped the even greater amount of money in the young girl's still open hand and walked away with a smile on his face.
"That was so easy."
"You can be so greedy, Nabs."
The flunky turned around with a start and noticed her boss standing there behind her. "It's all part of the plan, right Karen?"
"I suppose," Karen said. "How are you planning on doing all this?"
"I'm glad you asked. Here's the plan."
Next day, Babette, her family, and countless other people including Rene were at the nearby Prado Beach. The sun was out in force, but the ocean breeze reduced the heat.
Babette was wearing a brown, French cut bikini top the left little to the imagination. In addition to that she also wore tight shorts and stylish boots, all of which matched her golden brown hair. Rene was wearing a nice pair of trunks and a half shirt that exposed his well-defined abdominal muscles.
As the couple made their way through the beach, Babette walked in a sexy manner without deliberately trying to do so, her training in her former life as a prostitute coming to the forefront. She got a great deal of attention, admiring stares and glares of jealousy. Rene also had more than a few admirers of his own, being actually more beautiful than Babette was. The two of them kept on walking until they were pretty much out of sight of most everyone else, stopping under a boardwalk and facing each other.
"This is such a wonderful day at the beach, Babette. And may I say you're looking remarkable today?" Rene said graciously.
The large, statuesque, young woman looked down on her shorter boyfriend with a smile. "You may. You look absolutely delicious." She then reached over, touching his stomach and working her way upwards.
"Ha ha ha ha! Oh, stop! Ha ha ha ha!"
"You have the sexiest laugh, Rene. Let's try here," the Amazonian girl said.
"Hehehehehe! Not there! Mercy, please!" Rene giggled, putting his arms over himself.
"Let's try over here," Babette said as her hands touched the small of his back and worked her way up.
" Ha ha ha! No more, please!"
"You're such a cutie, Rene," Babette sighed. "I just can't keep my hands off of you." Babette then got behind him, caressing his stomach lovingly while working her way upwards.
"Ooh," the boy moaned.
"That is so disgusting!" a voice called out.
"Who are you?" Babette answered harshly, looking up from the object of her desire.
Ten more street thugs appeared behind the first guy. "It's time you were put in your place, bitch!" the lead thug said.
"Is that so?" Babette answered, getting in a kickboxing stance.
"Get her!" The men were about to rush when a smoke bomb appeared, making the immediate area filled with a mist that no one could see through. Having learned how to function in the dark, Babette had no problem fighting off her attackers. However, her senses noticed a tall, long haired man strike Rene on the back of the head and knock him out. The figure then grabbed Rene and disappeared.
"What's going on?" the lead thug yelled. !SMASH! "Ungh!"
"Rene!" Babette screamed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think this was some kind of set up. Come to think of it, it probably was, but who did this?"
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hope you've enjoyed reading this. If you have, please leave me a review, so I know what I'm doing right or wrong. If anybody has any ideas as to where this story should go, let me know. Next time Babette takes on someone well known in the world of Street Fighter!