Episode 1: Goku and Bulma

The young Chimchar, an orange primate Pokémon with a flaming hind-end, wearing a baggy blue outfit with a white sash for a belt, grunted as he grasped a massive block of wood. He breathed in and out, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly, his tongue curled against his lip in a look of pure concentration. His feet sunk back into the dirt and the palms of his hands ached as he lifted with all his might. With a final grunt, the young Chimchar thrust the wood high into the air, and quickly followed suit, launching himself after it.

He extended his leg at precisely the right moment, causing the wooden block to shatter into small fragments, which clattered to the ground below. A second later, the Chimchar landed nimbly beside the pieces of firewood, and, after brushing a lock of hair out of his face, began to pile them up on his arms.

"That takes care of the wood choppin'!" he said cheerily to himself, grinning.

Carrying the wood, he walked back to the tiny brick hut he lived in, and dropped the pile next to the front door. He opened the ornate front door, and stepped into the neatly-kept single room. He felt like there was a hole in his stomach, which was now growling hungrily, so he took a quick glance around the room, making sure everything was in order, and stepped to a table at the center of the room, at the center of which a glowing orange oblong stone with a flame design in the center lay sparkling atop a tiny pillow.

The Chimchar put his hands together as if he were praying and said, "I'm going to go get some food, now, Grandpa, okay? Don't go anywhere." He turned, and tied a wooden tube containing a Farfetch'd's Stick to his back, and left.

Before long, the hut had disappeared from view. His stomach growled again, and he rubbed it. "What am I going to eat today?" he wondered aloud.

A small, rickety blue car came to a stop along the dirt path. Though the sides read "Turbo", the fastest speed the vehicle could approach was nothing to brag about. At least, that's what the young Panpour, a blue primate Pokémon with a bushy tuft of fur on the top of her head, thought as she climbed out from the driver's seat and took a deep breath, smoothing the wrinkles in her short pink dress.

She glanced around, spotting a few Chatot and Pidgey playing around in the air nearby, but otherwise, the area was completely empty.

Shrugging, she held out a small blue device in front of her, and tapped a button. A radar appeared on the screen, a black grid over a light brownish-green background. Four yellow circles in each other's immediate vicinity blinked in the center of the screen. A fifth was not far away.

"A little more to the west, I guess. Not far, though," she said to herself, before climbing back in the car and screeched off, startling the playing flying-type Pokémon.

"I just had Ursaring earlier... I wonder if there's any Luxray around?" the young Chimchar wondered as he passed down a path he knew by heart, that led to a nearby river. A few minutes later, he came to a steep cliff overlooking the river.

"Fish! Yeah, I haven't had that in a long time!" he shouted excitedly. Throwing caution to the wind, he leapt uncaringly over the side of the cliff, caught a branch with his tail, swung off of it, and landed on a large, flat boulder at the river's edge.

He stared down at his reflection for a few seconds, before submerging the tip of his tail. A large Basculin caught sight of this, and said "Well, what do we have here? Stupid monkey!" It laughed as it darted after the tail, but its jaws closed around nothing but water as it sailed into the air above the water's surface.

The Chimchar acted at once, as if on instinct. Before he even consciously realized it, he was in the air, delivering a powerful kick to the Basculin's side, killing it instantly. Together, the Chimchar and the Basculin plunged into the waters, and a few seconds later, the Chimchar resurfaced, dragging the dead Basculin along behind him.

"What a catch! What a catch!" he repeated to himself, hauling the fish along the old road leading back to his hut, as water dripped from his soaked clothes.

A few moments passed before the Chimchar noticed a new sound rising above the grinding of the Basculin's scales against the road. It was a kind of buzzing or humming sound. "What's that?" he wondered aloud, turning to look for the source of the sound. At that moment, a large metal beast whose side spelled out the word "Turbo" burst over a hill, speeding along the road.

The Chimchar's eyes widened and he gasped in shock, as the beast screeched to a halt mere inches from him. There were several loud honks, and it began yelling at him: "Watch where you're going, you little moron! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

Almost immediately, the Chimchar recovered, glaring angrily at the beast. "So, a monster? Trying to snatch my dinner, huh?" The Chimchar dropped his prey and began to lift the beast, which groaned in protest, over his head.

"What! What!" it cried, as the Chimchar grunted and tossed it several yards, and pieces of it dropped off on impact.

The Chimchar brandished the Stick attached to his back, "Now, come on and fight! Fight!"

Something climbed from a broken portion of the monster, holding a shiny black cylinder. "A hideous demon emerges from the monster!" the Chimchar said, preparing himself for battle.

"SQUELCH IT, PEEWEE!" the demon shrieked, and the end of the black cylinder exploded. The Chimchar was tossed back by the force of several tiny impacts.

"Oh, ow!" the Chimchar cried, sitting up. "What are you? A witch?"

"Good God!" the demon said. "How did you survive that?"

The Chimchar let out a laugh. "Ha! Dummy, you think you can hurt me with little ouchies like that!" He once again raised his Stick for battle. "Now, prepare to die!"

"WOAH! WAIT! Time out, time out! I'm no demon! I'm a Pokémon, just like you!" the demon cried, holding her hands out in front of herself in surrender.

"What?" the Chimchar said, stopping in mid-strike, "A Pokémon? Really?"

"Well, yeah, just like you! Take a look!" the Pokémon said.

Warily, the Chimchar scanned this new arrival up and down from every angle. Finally satisfied, he held his Stick out to his side, one end planted against the road.

"You're kinda like me, but there's something different... You're all curvy and soft..." the Chimchar said.

"Well, duh, brainiac. I'm a Panpour, and you're a Chimchar. And, I'm a girl, too," the Pokémon said, climbing out of her metal steed. She was easily twice as tall as the Chimchar.

"Oh, you're a girl!" the Chimchar said, as if he finally understood something.

"Haven't you seen a girl before?"

"I haven't seen very many other Pokémon before," the Chimchar replied. "My grandpa told me, though, that if I ever meet a girl, I should treat her nice."

The Panpour winked. "Well then, isn't it time to get started?"

The Chimchar looked down at the Panpour's waist. "So I guess girls don't have tails. Weird."

The Panpour likewise looked down at the Chimchar, and noticed a furry brown tail attached to his back. Hahaha! What a dork! Probably thinks that fake tail makes him look cool! she thought.

The Chimchar stood back and looked at the dead beast laying on its side on the road. "So who's that Pokémon? How'd you catch it?"

"That's not a Pokémon, that's a car," the Panpour explained. "Pokémon make them."

"Oh, so this is a car!" the Chimchar said, climbing on top of it. "I've heard storied about them! Does this mean you're from the city?"

"Well, let's just say I'm from the West," the Panpour said.

"Cool! You should come with me, we'll eat at my place!" the Chimchar suggested.

"So long as that's all you do," the Panpour muttered under her breath.

"You know, you're pretty strong for your size!" she said, as she followed the Chimchar down the road.

"Yeah! Grandpa trained me!" the Chimchar replied enthusiastically.

This kid may be a major freakazoid, but I sure could use that strength of his, the Panpour thought as they came to a small brick hut.

"Wait here a second!" the Chimchar said, tossing open the door and running inside.

"Not much of a house, is it?" the Panpour said to herself, before stepping inside. Her jaw dropped immediately.

The Chimchar put his hands together, and announced proudly to a glimmering orange stone, "Grandpa, look! A girl!"

"That's it! The Evolution Stone!" the Panpour shouted. She rushed forward to grab it, knocking the Chimchar aside. "I KNEW my radar wasn't malfunctioning!"

The Chimchar grabbed her arm. "Hey, let go of my Grandpa! That was his last possession! Even girls aren't allowed to touch it!"

"Well," the Panpour sighed, stepping back from the stone and reaching inside her purse.

"Voila!" she said, producing four similar stones, one gray with a green leaf pattern, one yellow with a lightning bolt shape inside it, one light blue with a shimmering starburst in the center, and a dull purple one. All five stones began to emit a soft glow.

"What? You have four grandpas?" the Chimchar exclaimed.

"No, they're called 'Evolution Stones'," the Panpour explained.

"That was a pretty bad movie," the Chimchar said.

"Yeah, well, I found this one in my storage shed a few weeks ago," the Panpour said, holding up the leaf-pattern stone. "I had no idea what it was, and neither did anyone I asked. So I did some research, and found this old legend that describes them. It said that there are nine stones, and that they glow like the stars at night when you gather them together."

"Grandpa has fire in him!" the Chimchar said.

"Then that's the Fire Stone. The first one I found was the Leaf Stone, and after searching a valley in the south for a few days, I found the Thunder Stone. The Dawn Stone was in a cave in the east, and the Dusk Stone wasn't that far away."

"So you're collecting them?"

"I'm half of the way there! But it sure won't be a cakewalk from here on out."

"So why do you want them? Are you gonna make a necklace?" The Chimchar imagined the Panpour wearing a necklace with the five stones, along with a few others, each easily able to fit into someone's palm.

"No. Something amazing happens when you gather all nine! You just call forth Shenron, the Eternal Dragon! He'll grant you any wish, but just one!"

"Wow!" the Chimchar yelled enthusiastically. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah," the Panpour said, laying all five stones in a cross shape on the table. "The last person who collected all nine became the king of the world. But somehow, over the centuries, the stones became scattered again, leaving little old me to gather 'em back together! And I've already decided on a wish!" The Panpour straightened herself up.

"At first, I wanted a lifetime's supply of strawberries, but now I know I want to wish for the perfect boyfriend!" The Panpour seemed like she might do a pirouette, but stood rooted to the spot, and looked down at the Chimchar. "So that's the deal. Now give me the Fire Stone, please!"

"No way!" the Chimchar said, recoiling with his precious stone in his hands. "This is all I've got left of Grandpa!"

"Oh come on!" the Panpour shouted impatiently, placing her hands on her hips. "What on Earth are you going to do with it, anyway?"

Then she smirked. "Oh, I get it, you naughty little boy. You want something in return. Well, okay," she said, bending over and pulling up the edge of her dress seductively. "Just one quick little feel."

The Chimchar, confused, furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I want to touch your stinky butt?"

The Panpour straightened instantly, rage in her eyes. "MY BUTT'S NOT STINKY!" she shouted, before taking a step back and taking several deep, calming breaths. "Okay, okay! You can help me with my quest. Your Grandpa told you to be nice to girls, right? Besides, it's not like you have anything better to do around here anyway. And boys like you are supposed to love quests."

"Oh, okay!" the Chimchar said, his eyes brightening. "But I'm not giving you Grandpa."

"Fine, fine. I'll just need to borrow it at the end."

A few moments later, the Chimchar had wrapped the Fire Stone in a cloth sack and tied it shut, and then attached it to his belt, and he and the Panpour, who had returned her own Evolution Stones to their bag, were walking down the road again, outside of the hut.

"All right! Let the adventure begin!" the Panpour declared cheerfully, producing a small blue device from the pack on her belt.

"But how do we find the rest of the stones?" the Chimchar asked.

The Panpour let out a pretentious chuckle. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know! It just so happens that my Pokégear functions as a radar that detects the electromagnetic pulses given off by the stones!" She lowered her hand to let the Chimchar see, and then pointed to a cluster of flashing lights in the center of the screen. "See, these five in the center are the ones we have, so the next closest is about 1,200 kilometers to the west."

She replaced the Pokégear in her fanny pack and brought out a black case, which she opened to reveal several red and white spheres. "You wrecked my car, so we'll have to take out a new one. Good thing I'm so prepared. By the way, what's your name?" she said absently, mostly concentrating on the capsules in the case.

"My name's Goku. Son Goku," the Chimchar replied. "What about you?"

"I'm Bulma," the Panpour answered.

The Chimchar burst into a fit of laughter. "Bulma!" he shouted incredulously. "Doesn't that mean 'bloomers'?"

"SHUT UP, I DIDN'T PICK IT!" Bulma shouted back.

"Now, let's see here, which one...?" Bulma muttered, turning her attention back to the capsules. "Oh, yeah, number nine!" She plucked the capsule beneath a white numeral nine, pressed the white button on its front, and tossed it to the ground in front of them.

"Stand back!" she warned, taking a few steps back. Goku followed, and there was a pop and a puff of smoke, and a white motorcycle with an arched glass roof appeared where the capsule had been.

"You are a witch! I knew it!" Goku said, grabbing the end of his Stick.

"Calm down, everybody in the city has Poké Balls. Now swing that tail of yours up on the seat behind me," Bulma said, swinging one leg over onto the motorcycle's seat.

"Well, okay," Goku said, climbing behind Bulma. Suddenly, the ground flew out from behind them, and the motorcycle roared as Bulma gunned the engine.

"This thing goes even faster than I can run!" Goku shouted over the wind.

"Hey! Watch what you're grabbing onto!" Bulma shrieked, removing Goku's hand from her chest.

Several minutes later, the motorcycle rocketed over a steep hill, and bounced hard at the bottom.

"Wow!" Goku exclaimed. "That was unbelievable! You made it fly!"

"Yeah, pretty cool, huh?" Bulma said, obviously flustered, bringing the motorcycle to a halt and climbing off.

"I'll be right back," she said.

"Huh?" Goku said. "Where are you going?"

Bulma stiffened. "Don't you have any idea what a lady means when she says something like that!"

"Oh, you mean you gotta pee!" Goku said. Bulma stormed off behind a grove of trees next to the road.

"But why's she gotta do it over there? Why can't she just pee right here, like a normal person?" Goku wondered aloud.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence. "Now what's wrong?" Goku said as he raced around the grove of trees, stopping just short of a massive gray and purple Aerodactyl, who was clutching Bulma in one hand.

"Who are you?" the Aerodactyl growled. "A member of the pack or something?"

"No, I'm Goku. I just met her. Are you a friend of hers?"

The Aerodactyl seemed taken aback, but quickly rebounded. "Yeah, in fact, there was something I needed to discuss with the girl here. Just stay right here."

A few seconds later, the Aerodactyl was soaring away, with a petrified Bulma still held firmly in one hand.

"That's funny," Goku said, his arms bound to one of the trees by a rope. "Why did he have to tie me up?"

He looked up at the shrinking Aerodactyl. "Don't take too long, okay!"

"Haha, no problem!" the Aerodactyl said. "It's been too long since I've, uh... partaken! Yeah, that's it!" He let out a monstrous laugh.

Finally, Bulma screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! RESCUE ME, YOU IDIOT!"

"Oh, so now she wants to be rescued?" Goku easily untied the knotted rope using his tail. "I wish she'd make up her mind. But how am I gonna fly up- Hey! I remember!"

With this sudden epiphany, Goku ran back to the motorcycle, still sitting on the road idling. "Now, how did she do this?" he said, climbing into the seat again. "I think she twisted this..." He twisted the acceleration, and the motorcycle jerked forward a few inches.

"All right!" Goku yelled. "It's moving!" Goku accelerated until everything else was a blur except for the Aerodactyl, high above in the sky. The motorcycle careened over the slope of another steep hill, launching high into the air, but it didn't have enough momentum.

"Don't stop now!" Goku said. "Guess I gotta jump!" Goku leapt from the seat as the motorcycle fell away back to the earth, brandishing his Stick.

"All right, you, take this! Power Stick, extend!" Goku commanded, and the Stick grew several feet instantly, and Goku bashed the Aerodactyl's skull in, and it dropped Bulma and began to plummet back toward the ground, dead.

Bulma was screaming at the top of her lungs, but Goku threw the Stick expertly like a spear, and it passed through the sleeves of Bulma's dress, catching her and pinning her to a cliff face. Goku landed nimbly on the ground below and, using his hand to block the sun, looked up at Bulma.

"See, Bulma! This didn't turn out so bad!" Goku said, laughing as a stream of liquid dripped from between Bulma's knees.

"What's not so bad about peeing my pants!" Bulma cried in reply.