The god of mischief Toltiir sighed. They were at it again. Even
though he had agreed to referee this little
contest, he had already
started to get one heck of a migraine. He was
almost on the verge of
regretting ever starting that infamous Bet in
the first place.
"No you can't!"
"Yes I can!"
"No you can't!"
"Yes I can!"
Toltiir then slammed his hand down on the table and said, "Oh will
you two stop this!"
Both godlings, Red and Blue, quieted down after Toltiir's outburst
and waited for him to compose himself. The
god then said in a much
calmer voice, "As I remember, you two
wanted to play with the
various timelines that have been rejected,
closed out or just plain
discontinued concerning one Ranma Saotome.
Now you wanted to
create a Bet of your own as to just how off
the wall you can make his
life."
"Yeah, but Red's not playing fair! He wants to do a
crossover!"
"Nothing in the rules says I can't!" Red stuck his tongue out
at
his sibling. "Uncle Toltiir had lotsa
crossovers in HIS bet."
Toltiir winced at the memories of some of the entries of his own
Bet. The winner of the Bet, a timeline that
Titania called Featherbrite's
Tale was getting out of hand lately. Although
he did like the timeline
in itself, even he was getting a bit
overwhelmed at its many twists
and turns. This Bet had sparked off countless
other repetitions
among the pantheon. Now his two nephews
wanted to get into the
act, and Toltiir had the misfortune of
agreeing to baby-sit them while
his sister was out on vacation. Once they had
come across the
scrying well, there was no stopping them.
"I wanna make a change here!" Red chucked in a rock, which
skipped across the surface a couple of times
before sinking to the
bottom. The ripples of the first impact
interacted with the ripples of
the second. As a result, two totally
dissimilar realities became
connected.
<Oh no… not THAT UNIVERSE! ANYTHING BUT THAT UNIVERSE!
It was bad enough when I had to take these
two to go see the
movie!>
Fist of the Pikachu!
Introduction: Here we go again! Yet another
crossover attempt
between our favorite, sex-changing martial
artist and another unlikely
series. As always, the characters depicted in
this story belongs to
their respective owners. This story was the
result of a temporary bout
of insanity that I just had to write!
<>: Thoughts
<" ">: Chinese language
Chapter 1
Ranma's New Friend
"Stupid old man!" An attractive and well-built, red-haired
girl had
just finished pounding the living daylights
out of a huge panda. A
portly Chinese man dressed in the brown
uniform of the Guides of
Jusenkyo came running up behind him and
lifted a kettle.
"Oh no get upset sir! Curse can be reversed with hot water!"
The
Guide poured some of the steamy liquid over
her head. Instantly, the
girl's body became less curved and more
muscular as she became a
he.
"Whew! I thought I was going to stay like that forever!" Ranma
ran his hands over his chest and sighed in
relief, as he didn't find any
additional fullness in his torso.
"Oh so sorry sir! Cure is only temporary! Cold water will change
into girl again! Hot water change back!"
"Is there any cure for this?"
"So sorry sir! Not know cure! No good to try and go into
Naniichuan! Spring of Drowned Man! Once
cursed by Jusenkyo,
waters of other springs no work!"
Ranma's anger came back with a vengeance as he hauled up the
battered body of his father. He shook the
panda back to a conscious
state as he screamed in his face. "You
and your stupid ideas! You
just had to drag me here, even though you
don't know a word of
Chinese! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Growf?"
That was all that Genma Saotome could say before he was
severely pummeled and then launched into the
air by way of an
uppercut to the chin.
Ranma huffed as he watched his old man soar up into the
stratosphere and then went to retrieve his
backpack. He then
stomped off while muttering, "To hell
with him! I'm outta here!"
The cursed martial artist went off in a random direction, not caring
where he was headed, just so long as it was a
far away from Jusenkyo
and his father. Ironically, he was heading
toward a certain Amazon
village…
Within the village of the Joketsuzoku, the matriarch known as
Cologne was busy adding the final ingredients
to a bubbling
cauldron. The three hundred-year old Elder
cackled as she drew a
strange-looking amulet from her robes and
held it over the potion.
Behind her, the other matriarches watched
with apprehension.
<"Are you certain that you should be doing this?">
Mascara
asked.
<"Why not?"> Cologne replied as the smoke coming from
the
cauldron began to swirl around the amulet.
<"It has been almost three
hundred years since that treacherous Happosai
had stolen our
treasures! With this amulet, we shall at last
be able to reclaim our lost
magical talismans! This will be our only
chance though! The planets
are in perfect alignment and the amulet will
reach full power within
minutes after it is exposed to the vapors of
the potion! It will then
seek out the mystical energies contained
within our treasures and
bring them to us, wherever they may be! If
Happosai is with them,
then he shall be brought to us as well and we
shall exact our long-
awaited revenge! That in itself justifies the
use of our last magical
item, does it not?">
The Elders slowly nodded as they too had long-standing grudges
against the perverted master of the Anything
Goes Martial Arts.
In another reality, far beyond Ranma's home universe, another
event of great importance was taking place.
However, to some
individuals, this was a recurring theme.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!"
"Jesse!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket! Blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
"MEOWTH! THAT'S RIGHT!"
Ash Ketcham moaned, along with his traveling companions, Misty
and Brock. They should have expected that
Team Rocket would
show up. After all, the Pokemon convention
was displaying the latest
in Pokemon-catching technology. Its crowning
jewel was the most
powerful Pokeball yet created. The
Mega-Transporter Pokeball was
the ultimate in retrieving lost Pokemon. It
contained a new kind of
recall device that could bring back any
Pokemon from anywhere on
Earth, no matter how far away. Lost Pokemon
were now a thing of the
past with this gadget. Of course, this little
marvel was still in the
experimental stage and hadn't been field
tested yet. That didn't stop
Team Rocket from trying to steal it however.
"Wheezing! Sludge Attack!" James yelled as he threw his
Pokeball
at Ash and his friends. The ball opened up
and released the
Pokemon, which looked liked a misshapen
dumbbell.
"Wheeze!" Wheezing opened its mouths and spat out a huge
amount of toxic sludge. Ash swerved to the
right to avoid it while
throwing out a Pokeball.
"Pigeotto! I choose you!"
The bird Pokemon exploded forth from the Pokeball as Jesse gave
his Wheezing another command. "Give them
your smog attack!"
"Wheezing!" The pollution Pokemon let loose with a huge cloud
of the foul smelling gases.
"Pigeotto! Gust attack!"
Following Ash's command, Pigeotto began flapping its wings
furiously, causing a gale wind to blow forth.
The winds blew back the
smog, right into James' face, causing him to
cough uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Jesse was giving Misty and Brock some trouble. Right
now she was directing her Arbok into spitting
out its acid at Starmie
and Geodude. Unfortunately for those present,
the acid missed its
targets and splashed onto the display case
where the Mega-
Transporter Pokeball was being held in a
stasis field. The caustic
substance caused the control panel to short
out and the magnetic
field that was keeping the energies of the
device in check
disappeared. As a result, the Pokeball began
to glow and emit
increasing levels of power.
"Look out!" One technician cried out. "The stasis field
is down!
The Mega-Transporter Pokeball is starting to
go critical! Everyone
out of the building now!"
The crowds of people began to panic as the energies contained
within the device started to lash out.
Whatever the energies hit was
instantly vaporized. Team Rocket needed no
persuasion to vacate the
premises as their chance to steal the device
was gone. Calling back
their Pokemon, they began to hightail it. Of
course, Ash just wouldn't
let them leave without a going-away present.
"Pikachu! Thunderbolt!"
"Pika!"
The large, electric rodent powered up its energies and let loose
with a sizzling blast of electricity. Just as
the lightning hit the fleeing
villains, another errant blast from the
Mega-Transporter Pokeball also
zeroed in on them. The combined energies sent
Team Rocket
shooting off into the stratosphere.
"Looks like Team Rocket is blasting off again!" Meowth, Jesse
and James were soon distant dots in the sky.
Ash and his friends were just barely able to evacuate the
convention hall with the rest of the crowds.
They soon came across a
friend of theirs, who was busy talking into a
cell phone.
"Is the building clear? I'm about to activate the safety
measure!"
"Excuse me Professor Oak, but would you mind telling us just
what's going on?"
The scientist looked over his shoulder and said, "Oh thank
goodness you three got out of there!"
"We're okay Professor, but what about that?" The ten-year old
pointed back toward the building. As of now,
the energies were being
released at random in a chaotic light show.
"We're just making sure that the entire building is clear before I
use the self-destruct!"
"Self-destruct?"
"Yes. You see Ash, the Mega-Transporter Pokeball or MTP, is a
miniaturized version of the transporter used
by all Pokemon Centers.
It's also the same device that connects your
Pokedex to my lab!
However, the circuits have been deemed as
unstable and we had to
keep it in a magnetic field until the bugs
were worked out.
Unfortunately, with the shielding down, the
energies are now
randomly transporting objects into other
dimensions!"
"Other dimensions?"
"Yes, the way the transporter works is that it actually shunts
materials into a separate reality called
subspace and then travels
through it to reappear into this dimension,
an equivocal distance from
its origin. However, with the stasis field
gone, there's nothing to stop
the MTP from building up power. You can see
for yourself`! It's
starting to transport larger objects with
each blast!"
Ash and his friends nodded as they saw larger objects
disappearing with each random energy bolt.
"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to do this, but we'll have to
destroy it! Once I'm sure that the building
is empty, I'll send a
transmission signal to the MTP and order it
to turn its power on
itself! There will be a massive
implosion!" The cell phone beeped
once and Professor Oak got the go ahead.
Taking out a small device,
he pressed the big red button.
The convention center was instantly destroyed as a massive blast
of energy shot up like a geyser. A huge rift
opened up in the sky
above, sucking in the power. The stream of
energy went on for a full
minute, and then all became calm as the rift
suddenly closed up.
Ash, Misty and Brock watched in silence as the hole in the sky
disappeared. The crowds who had evacuated the
now demolished
building also watched in awe. When it was all
over, they breathed a
collective sigh of relief. There was nothing
to worry about now.
In Ranma's universe, Cologne had just completed the spell that
would activate the amulet and retrieve the
lost treasures of the
Amazons. The magical artifact glowed with an
eerie light. Just as it
was about to reach full power, a massive rift
opened up in the skies
above the village. A trickle of energy,
similar to a small bolt of
lightning blasted forth from the
interdimensional tear and shot down
toward the hut of Cologne. The energy tore
through the roof and
struck the amulet, causing a huge explosion.
The Elders were just
barely able to take cover as the amulet let
loose a huge backlash of
power. As most people know, magic doesn't mix
very well with
science and the energy released by the
Mega-Transporter Pokeball
corrupted the spell of the amulet. The result
was an errant spell gone
wrong.
The amulet's purpose was to seek out sources of magic and
transport them from a distance. The MTP was
designed to lock onto
live organisms, specifically Pokemon, and transport
them from a
distance. The end product was a transport
beam that would lock onto
a magical, living being. And the nearest
individual of that nature was
a certain pigtailed martial artist who had
just been cursed by
Jusenkyo.
Ranma didn't even have time to scream as a bolt of power lashed
out from the village and struck him. In an
instant, Ranma was gone
from his world and sent to another.
Ranma awoke sometime later, his head throbbing. He found
himself lying on the ground in a clearing
within a deep forest. As he
slowly sat up, he began looking around to
ascertain his whereabouts.
He didn't recognize the woods he was in and
saw that he was still in
his white gi.
"Man! That was some blast! Where the heck am I?"
Not knowing that he had been transported to another dimension,
Ranma assumed that he was still in his
universe and thought that he
was still in China. Remembering that he was
now cursed to turn into a
girl with cold water, the young martial
artist's expression turned dark.
<Stupid old man! He just had to find that training ground, even
though he couldn't speak a word of Chinese!
Now I'm half girl
because of him! Question is what do I do
now?>
"PIIIIKAAAA!!!"
Ranma was startled by the high-pitched sound and turned in its
direction. His eyes widened as he saw a
strange-looking creature
being chased by a flock of birds. When he
focused in on the animal,
he saw that it was about the size of a small
dog and had yellow,
rounded body. It had a jagged tail that
resembled a lightning bolt and
two orange stripes across its back. It had
pointed ears and small
circular designs on its cheeks.
"Pikachu! Pika!" Screamed the strange little creature as it
was set
upon by a horde of angry birds. The flock
descended on the little one
like a flock of vultures and began pecking at
it. Upon seeing this,
Ranma dropped his backpack and began running
toward them, his
own problems temporarily forgotten.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Ranma picked up a stray branch and
began swatting at them. He managed to knock
off a few of the birds,
but then they began pecking at him.
"Ouch! Why you… Ow! Cut it out! Ow!" Ranma dropped the
branch and leaped back to get some more
maneuvering room. The
strange birds followed him, forgetting their
intended victim to deal
with their new adversary. Ranma vaulted over
to where a low-
hanging tree limb was nearby. Making a turn
around the tree, he
began bending the large branch back. As the
birds dived at him,
Ranma let the branch fly.
The limb snapped back like a rubber band, knocking the birds for a
loop and sent them flying toward the injured
creature Ranma had
been trying to save. It was then that Ranma
saw something that made
his jaw drop.
The hurt Pikachu was mad, very mad. When it saw that flock of
Spearows heading back toward it, it decided
to give them the shock
of their lives. Powering up its remaining
stores of electrical energy, its
cheek pouches crackled with sparks before
letting loose with a
Thunderbolt attack.
"Pika… CHU!"
The Spearows shrieked as more than 10,000 volts of electricity
went through them, Many of them had their
feathers charred. The
Spearows knew when it was time to retreat and
they decided to
hightail it out of there.
Ranma's eyes were about the size of dinner plates as he stared at
the little electric rodent. The Pikachu let
out a whimper as it tried to
get to its feet. Unfortunately, the injuries
it sustained with the
Spearows had left it too weak to get very far
and it fell to the ground
unconscious.
Ranma ran toward the fallen creature and knelt down to look at it.
As he gazed over its plump body, he began
wondering. <What the
heck is this thing? It kinda looks like a
mouse, but I never saw a
mouse that could shoot off lightning. And
mice don't come this big.
Then again, those birds didn't look like any
kind I've ever seen
either. Ranma took a good look around and
then started to think. I
don't recognize this forest and I don't
remember me and Pop going
though this place on our way to Jusenkyo.
First this… thing, then
those strange birds, then that electric
attack this mouse did. This is
too weird! Although I gotta admit, that was
way cool!>
"Pi… ka… chu." The little mouse groaned as it slowly opened
its
eyes and looked up at its savior. When Ranma
bent down toward it,
extending out a hand, the little Pokemon
began to get edgy. Sparks
began to crackle on its cheek pouches as it
prepared to shock the
stranger. It had become very distrustful of
humans ever since its
previous trainer had callously abandoned it.
Ranma noticed the sparks and stopped his hand. He had seen just
how potent this creature's power was and he
didn't want to suffer
the same fate as those Spearows. "Hey…
take it easy. I'm on your
side. I just want to help you…" Ranma
slowly extended his hand a
little more.
Pikachu wouldn't have any of it. As soon as the human's hand
got within eight inches of it, it let fly
with a burst of electricity. Ranma
howled as a few hundred volts went through
his system. The shock
flung Ranma back a few feet, slamming him
against a nearby tree.
"Ow! Talk about having a short fuse!" Ranma said in anger as
he
rubbed his head. He then stood up and said in
annoyance to the
electric rodent. "Boy, are you
ungrateful! I went through the trouble
to get those birds away from you and try to
help and this is how you
repay me? Fine then! You're on your own! I
got my own problems to
worry about!" Ranma then stomped off in
a huff to retrieve his
backpack.
The little mouse watched the human walk away and its expression
matched that of Ranma's. It was glad that he
was leaving. It didn't
need any human's help. They were nothing but
trouble and they only
used Pokemon as slaves. Its last trainer was
a cruel individual and
only cared about winning battles. When
Pikachu was pitted against
opponents that were far better trained that
it was, the human had
become dissatisfied with its performance and
decided to leave it out
in the wilderness to fend for itself. As if
in defiance, the injured
Pokemon tried to get back up on its feet.
Ranma had just picked up his backpack when he heard a pathetic
whine.
"Pi…"
He looked back and saw that the electric rodent was trying to get
to its feet. It strained its tired muscles
and attempted to stand.
However, its injuries were far too severe and
it fell flat on its face. It
then let off another pathetic little whine
before lapsing back into
unconsciousness.
Ranma was sorely tempted to just leave it there and be on his way,
but his conscience just wouldn't let him do
it. Giving off a sigh, he
walked back to the strange creature.
Some time later…
Pikachu awoke and found itself lying on a makeshift bed of sheets
and covered in a small blanket. It looked
down at its body and noted
the injuries it had sustained were expertly
bandaged up. Looking
around, it saw that it was at a campsite and
the human who had
helped it was sitting near a campfire.
"Pika?"
Ranma
instantly stood up and became rigid. He then slowly looked
over his shoulder and saw that his little
patient was awake. He didn't
say a word as he slowly reached over for
something.
Pikachu instantly became alert at the movement. It knew what was
going to happen next. The human was going to
throw a Pokeball at it.
It quickly got to its feet and began charging
up its energies. It was a
tremendous strain and its body still throbbed
with pain, but Pikachu
was determined not to be captured again.
Ranma stiffened at the sight of the sparks which appeared at the
rodent's cheeks. He gave a slow swallow as he
brought out his hand
for it to see what he had.
"Pika?"
The hand was not holding a Pokeball, but was instead holding a
small plate that had some berries and nuts
that Ranma had foraged.
The human did not say a word as he carefully
and very slowly,
nudged the plate toward the Pokemon. When he
got to within a foot
of the prone Pikachu, he backed off and
waited.
Pikachu was still wary as it inched toward the offered food. When
it got to within an inch of the plate, it
carefully sniffed at the berries
and nuts. It then looked up at the human, who
smiled at it.
"Go ahead. I'm sure you're pretty hungry."
Pikachu looked down at the plate, then back up at the human, then
down at the plate again. Its belly let off a
small rumble, which
confirmed Ranma's assessment that it should
eat. With a final look at
the stranger, the little electric rodent
began devouring the berries and
nuts.
Ranma breathed out a sigh of relief as he became a little more at
ease. It looked like he wouldn't get a repeat
demonstration of
Pikachu's ability. He then went about fixing
his own preparations for
the night. After tending to Pikachu's wounds,
Ranma had explored
the forest and eventually came to the
conclusion that wherever he
was, this wasn't China. Although it resembled
the wilderness that his
long training journey had made him accustomed
to, the fantastic
animal life he had witnessed were definitely
not native to Asia, or for
Earth for that matter. He had seen something
that resembled a giant
Panda but didn't seem to do anything but
sleep. He had also seen
birds that resembled the ones that he had
fought but they were a bit
more gentler and a few of them actually
transformed into larger forms.
He had witnessed giant caterpillars and
butterflies with wingspans
that were three feet across. He had a run in
with huge wasplike
creatures and fish that looked like a cross
between a catfish and a
carp.
<This is all too weird! First I get a curse from Jusenkyo, now this.
What the heck is this place?> Ranma was
still contemplating his
location when heard a familiar noise.
"Pikachu."
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Pikachu had finished with
its dinner and was returning to its bed for
some rest. That suited
Ranma just fine as he too settled down for
the night. He could figure
all this out in the morning. Crawling into
his sleeping bag underneath
the crude lean-to he had made, he gradually
fell into a deep slumber
after looking at the stars for a while.
Bright and early the next morning, Ranma awoke to the sounds of
the strange bird life. As he sat up, he
looked over to where Pikachu
had been sleeping. Finding nothing but empty
sheets, Ranma sighed
as he got up to stretch. He hadn't been
expecting the little rodent to
be there, considering how hostile it was to
him. He was a little
disappointed that the critter hadn't even
bothered to wait for him to
awaken. Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma began
packing up his
camping gear. After stowing everything back
into his pack, he went
to a nearby stream to wash up.
Bending down at the river's edge, he splashed his face with water.
He then shivered a bit when the cold water
hit his skin. Then he felt
an odd tingle over his body. It was then that
Ranma looked at the
reflection in the river. Staring back at him
was the sight of a red-
haired and very shapely girl.
"Aw crud! I forgot!" Ranma-chan swore. The newness of the
curse still unnerved her. What was once a
handsome and well-formed
boy, knelt a very attractive and thoroughly
ticked off girl. Ranma-
chan had been hoping that the trip to
Jusenkyo, the strange lights
and the weird animals had all been a terrible
nightmare, but no such
luck. Ranma-chan pounded the ground in
frustration.
"Pika?"
Ranma-chan's head snapped up at the sound, then turned around
to face what was behind her. She caught sight
of the familiar little
electric mouse that she had cared for the
night before.
Pikachu was more than stunned at what was staring at it. During
the night, it had awoken and had gone through
the stranger's
belongings, just in case Ranma had a Pokeball
or any other
equipment that trainers usually carried.
Finding none, it had assumed
that its savior was not a trainer and was at
least assured that he
would not try to capture it. When it had
awoken that morning, it had
waited in some nearby bushes and had been
following Ranma in
secret. When it witnessed Ranma's form
suddenly change, it was
stunned beyond belief. So far, Pikachu only
knew that only Pokemon
can evolve into other forms very quickly. It
had seen a Bulbasaur
evolve into an Ivysaur. Its former master's
Charmeleon had become a
Charlizard. It had even observed a fellow
Pikachu transform into a
Raichu with the aid of a Thunderstone. It
didn't know that humans
could evolve as well. Grow in size, yes, but
change shape so
radically?
Then again, this may not be a human. It had heard of human-like
Pokemon like Mr. Mime and Jynx. On the other
hand… it had never
heard of a Pokemon that was capable of human
speech, but there
were rumors of a talking Meowth that was
running around.
It was just so confusing to Pikachu. However, before it would
leave this place and this stranger forever,
it had to know for sure. It
began to slowly approach Ranma-chan, keeping
on its guard. Its
cheek pouches sparked occasionally, giving
the human enough
warning not to try anything, lest she wanted
to be on the receiving
end of a massive Thundershock attack.
Ranma-chan said not a word as she silently allowed the rodent to
approach her. Her martial arts training may
let her to defend herself
against normal opponents, but this creature
was anything but normal.
She had no intention of being shocked again
and one of the first
rules of wilderness survival was to not make
any sudden moves that
might frighten or startle a potentially
dangerous animal. The cute and
seemingly harmless-looking critter was quite
capable of electrocuting
Ranma-chan.
When Pikachu came to within a foot or so of the sitting Ranma-
chan, it leaned forward and took a tentative
sniff. No doubt about it.
Ranma-chan was human. However, the scent was
more feminine than
masculine. It didn't know what to make of it.
It had also caught a
whiff of something else. The stranger seemed
to be emanating some
kind of power that was similar to the
energies that psychic and
fighting-type Pokemon emitted.
Ranma-chan was very nervous at being so
close to this animal.
When it had been unconscious during the time
she had tended to its
wounds, she had been on edge that Pikachu
would shock her at any
moment. Now the thing was wide awake and
sniffing at her.
Remembering the meditation techniques of her
training, she had been
using controlled breathing methods to calm
herself down and waited.
Her body was tense and ready to spring away
in an instant. Then it
happened.
Pikachu was confused. The human smelled female, but it had been
positive that Ranma-chan had been a boy when
they first met. The
person sitting before it looked like the same
individual except for the
change in hair color, the reduction in height
and the outward
additional curves to his… her body. Well,
there was one way to know
for sure. Before Ranma-chan could react,
Pikachu leapt into her lap
and nuzzled its body against her softness.
Ranma-chan almost leapt out in panic as the thing rubbed against
her. She braced herself for the massive blast
of electricity. When it
didn't come, she looked down at a pair of
puzzled, beady black eyes.
"Pika?"
Ranma-chan just stared at the critter.
"Pika? Pi?"
Ranma-chan just shook her head in non-comprehension.
Pikachu stood up in her lap and placed its paws on Ranma-chan's
chest. It then gave her breasts a few taps
and repeated its question.
"Pika? Pi?"
Ranma-chan's cheeks reddened as she finally realized what the
little rodent was trying to ask her.
"Oh… them. I… don't really know
how to explain it but… I'm under a
curse."
"Chu?"
Ranma-chan looked intently at the electric mouse and wondered
about it. <Call me crazy, but I think this
thing can understand me.>
"Pikachu! Pika!" The little animal pounded against her chest,
insisting on some answers.
Ranma-chan looked in wonder at the Pokemon, then decided 'what
the heck.' She then began telling Pikachu her
life's story.
Sometime later, Ranma, back in his male form again, was making his
way down a forest path. Behind him, the
little Pikachu trotted along.
"You don't have to follow me, you know. You're free to go to
wherever ya want."
Pikachu looked up at Ranma but said nothing. After learning about
Ranma's curse and having it demonstrated in
front of it, the Pokemon
had become even more intrigued by the
stranger. Furthermore, Ranma
had saved its life and seemed a little
different than all the other
humans it had encountered. Okay, make that a
lot different. How
many other humans could actually change his
or her gender with
water? In any case, he seemed nice enough, so
perhaps it wouldn't
be such a bad idea to tag along with him for
a while.
To be continued…
Author's Notes
Well, this is yet another one of my ideas that I had never thought
about until now. This was written on a dare
with a friend. Where
could I go with this?
Well, I guess a run-in with Ash and his friends would be
inevitable. I can just imagine Brock going
ga-ga over Ranma's cursed
form. Misty would probably be jealous over
Ranma's better figure.
As for Ash, well he just might see Ranma as a
kind of big brother or
rival.
Ranma becoming a Pokemon trainer? Well, it could happen. I've
been having ideas of him sparring with all
types of fighting Pokemon
and even learning how to do their attacks by
way of manipulating ki.
Can you imagine Ranma doing a Thundershock or
Flame-thrower?
Also, I've been having some other plans for
Ranma's Pokemon to be
able to mimic Ranma's martial arts. As for
Ranma's curse, I have been
thinking of what would happen if he
encountered a Water Stone.
Would it help with his Jusenkyo form or hurt
it?
In any case, this is yet another one of the unfinished or
discontinued stories that I had left to its
own devices. With the right
amount of comments and suggestions, I could
just very well turn it
into an ongoing series.