Disclaimer)- It is with great pride that the author of this work notes that no Pokemon were harmed in the making of this Fanfic. Trainers on the other hand should consider themselves to be mobile punchlines. Both the titles Pokemon and Ranma half are owned by their respective owners, duh! If I claimed to own them then my name would be on them somewhere, as that would be a great way to go down in history, well maybe not so much as the creator of Pokemon, but I'd be rich. I tell you so who cares?

Authors Note)- I'm not one to blow my own trumpet but TOOT! No seriously, I liked writing this story. I've seen some really good crossovers of these two stories and hoped to write something that lived up to the way they made me feel. The first kind of made me sad, but only because it hasn't been updated in so long that I think the author has given up on it. That one is called 'Fist of the Pikachu' and I highly recommend it. The other one seems to still be in progress which makes me HAPPY!!! That one is called 'Unnamed master', that one I can't wait to see the next update on, especially that crazyhead Vulpix. Oh by the way I recommend that one as well.

I'm still working on chap 13 of 'Phoenix Ascension' and as I post this it's about 80 percent written and 0 percent proof read. Taking longer to make a certain character change than I thought, plus the fact that I wrote this chapter and seven thousand words of the next chapter. Will it be the last chapter you decide.

Is what I wrote good, well that I don't know, but I can hope so. What I really wanted to achieve was something original, or at least mostly so. I'll let you guys out there judge whether it is or not, though I've never seen anyone use my method of travel before in a Ranma Fanfiction. I'd like to write at least a chapter of this a month, but 'Phoenix Ascension' is my priority. Though I'd have to say any reviews I receive for this story could sway me to work a little harder, there's nothing quite like knowing someone appreciates what you're writing to give a writer motivation. So as normal forward any comments or criticism constructive or otherwise in a review. If you're going to flame me, send it in a private e-mail, flames tend to ruin the tone of this site as they're usually ugly and uncalled for.

Who's a Pokemon Master?

(Title sucks? Suggest one to me then, the other option was 'So you wanna be a Grand-master?', I am open to others.)

Chapter 1

Ryoga Hibiki trudged through the streets of an unknown city, there wasn't any reason for him to expend the energy required to find out what city this one happened to be as his sense of direction would only let him down again within minutes of finding that fact out. As for directions to the places he wanted to go, well it was best not to talk to him about that, not unless you wanted a well placed Shi Shi Hokoudan with your name on it.

He'd been a wanderer for nearly half his life now. When one place looked very much like another there was no point worrying about where you were. Then again there were times when he'd like to be able to get to certain places. Such as the Tendo dojo in Japan, that'd be really nice. He smiled an evil smile as he thought of pounding a certain pig-tailed martial artist into the ground. Not that he'd been able to the last time they'd clashed. Nor the time before that, in fact there was only one battle that he could recall that the winner was in doubt, and that was the time he'd learned the Shi Shi Hokoudan heh, that time he'd pounded Ranma real good. Not even the Bakusai Tenketsu training had done him any good as that a-hole had just used speed against him, and though Ranma didn't seem to have the power to beat him, he proved once again that he was better than Ryoga by using speed and precision to attack a single point on his newly armoured body. Since then Ryoga had found yet another fatal flaw in the technique as he'd been taught, it seemed that since all of the boulders had struck him in the front. Well he found out the hard way that his rear received no real benefits from the skill and was in fact still as soft as before the training. The Old Ghoul had a great deal to answer for, it's just lucky Ranma never figured it out or their fights would be even shorter than they usually were.

Looking around he got a vague impression that he knew where he was, it was only vague but it was enough to convince him to bellow out his calling card. If any one in the area knew him they'd come looking for him, it was much faster that way.

"Where the hell am I now!!?" Looking around he saw a flash of purple out of the corner of his eye and turned to watch Xian Pu ride past on the bike the locals had dubbed 'The bike of death' or doom depending on who you asked.

"Xian Pu! Wait up! I want to talk to your grand-mother." He hoped she'd stop and talk to him, maybe lead him somewhere like the Tendo's or to see the Old Ghoul but she either didn't hear him or didn't want to speak to him as she kept going. That meant he'd have to use Plan B, as long as he kept her in sight he knew he'd be able to follow her and started to run after the speedy bike rider.

-Meanwhile-

Ranma couldn't believe how dull the last few weeks had been, no attackers, challengers or even new fiancées (not that he really needed or wanted anymore of those). It was just that he really needed those things to happen as they kept him battle honed and ready for anything. Some might think he was a bit of an adrenaline junky and they wouldn't be far from the truth, not that he thought of himself that way. He just knew that bad things happen when you least expect them and they usually happened to him.

"Where the hell am I now!!?" Ranma perked right up at hearing those words.

"Well wha'd'ya know, speak of the devil and the devil appears."

"Huh?" Akane turned away from the teacher at the front of the class to look at Ranma.

"I'll see'ya latter 'Kane, I'm just gonna see P-chan."

"P-chan! Where?" She began looking under the desks and out the window frantically as she hadn't seen her pet in a few weeks.

"Alright Akane you keep lookin' for P-chan and I'll go talk to Ryoga." He was half way to the window when he dodged the swipe to the back of his head from his un-cute fiancée. Ranma barely noticed her as he jumped to the window sill and prepared to launch out the third story window.

"Don't you pick on Ryoga either, baka!" She knew it was a lost cause as Ranma was gone from the window before she had time to re-orient herself from the missed swing and turned back to face him, but it was always worth a try.

Ranma had been getting really good at being able to locate the lost boy just from the sound of his voice. Heading towards where he thought the noise came from he hit the outer wall of the school at speed and used it to catapult himself into the sky. At forty feet and rising he managed to spot a flash of yellow and black that looked like Ryoga, but it was too far away to really be able to tell. So he flipped around and used his newly acquired Mouko Takabisha to propel himself in the direction he needed to go. Unfortunately he didn't yet have it fine tuned, sure he went in the right direction, roughly, but there was no time for fine control of his flight path. He clipped the edge of a nearby roof and flipped end for end doing a faceplant into the tiles as he traveled down to the gutter and slid off into the street, if he wasn't as stunned as he was he might have been able to right himself and land on his feet but some days things just don't go as they should. He crashed into the street flat on his back, this of course didn't even raise the least amount of interest in the passersby, they even stepped over him as he watched his target running down the street, chasing….Xian Pu!

"What's the idiot doin' chasin' her?" Flipping to his feet he gave high speed chase, which was lucky as his quarry was nearing a corner, if he turned much before Ranma got there it could be a lost(no pun) cause trying to find him again. Heading for the roofs again he planned to cut the bandanna clad boy off, roof hopping he managed to keep Ryoga in plain sight and there went Xian Pu.

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Xian Pu was having a strange day, it wasn't every day that the lost boy followed her around, he was even chasing her. Why was the question that kept running through her head? She'd only managed to come to one conclusion so far, and that was that she really didn't want to find out. He could want payback for the faulty technique her grandmother had taught him, and if that was the case there wasn't much she could do to stop him. Sure she was the pre-eminent warrior of her tribe, but as she'd learned since coming out into the real world she was a big fish in a small pond. Some of the martial artists out here were big fish in a very big pond, it was scary at times. First things being first she had to escape him, but he was being unusually persistent, Ryoga would normally be lost by now. 'Time for drastic measures.' The bike continued on her path as she vaulted right and smashed through the door to an apartment complex, running down the corridor she went up the stairs, 'There, the stupid pig should be well and truly lost by now.'

She was right in one sense, but didn't account for the general chaos factor in Nerima.

Ryoga watched the purple haired harridan enter the building just ahead and followed her, having lost sight of her he resorted to standard Hibiki operating procedure which is to move in a straight line. Punching through the door directly ahead he entered what to a normal person would have been a strange room, the walls were made of some opaque white material that could have been plastic but it was kind of doubtful. There was light coming from all directions. It was lucky for the owner that he had automatic sliding doors within his home though as Ryoga didn't' slow down, he charged through the open door and turned right at the console in the centre of the room. Having an Hibiki charge through his control room barely even caused the sole occupant of the room to raise an eyebrow. The doctor was however startled by the young man following directly after him.

"Now just who in the blue blazes are you!"

"Uh, the names Ranma Saotome, sorry about this. Could you tell me where Ryoga Hibiki went? He's six feet tall and built like a tank, he was wearing a mustard yellow top and black trousers, oh yeah an he's got a yellow bandanna round his neck."

"Well some one of that description went through that door there," He pointed to a door off to the side, "but I doubt he's still in there." Even though the tall gaijin was in a climate controlled room he had on a long scarf which he kept playing with, finally noticing his nervous habit he flipped it over a shoulder and left it alone.

"Why's that?"

"Well if he was still in there I'm pretty sure my assistant would be screaming her head off like she did the last time an Hibiki invaded the ship. Then we'd probably have to find cover as she opened up with that semi-automatic plasma launcher we got at Geidi Prime. I've tried to lose it, oh how I've tried, but she always seems to find it again."

"Happens often does it?" Ranma had a great deal of sympathy for the man, he knew what it could be like dealing with women of a temperamental nature, not that he put it in so many words. Ranma's version contained the word Gorilla on three separate occasions and went down hill from there.

"You might say that. Anytime I'm within two parsecs and\or five temporal sectors of Earth I'm likely to be invaded by Hibiki's. Other ship captains have to deal with rats or feaisoth but me, I have Hibiki's. Why me?"

"So, like I was following Ryoga an' I've lost track of him. Could you tell me where the hell I am?"

"You sure you're not an Hibiki? That sounded an awful lot like their usual cry."

"Yeah well, as they say when in Rome." Ranma shrugged eloquently.

"Do as the Romans do? Yes I can see how that works. To answer your question we're a long way away from where you want to be. To be honest with you I have a slight problem myself at the moment, the dimensional stabilizer on board has taken some damage that I can't fix so I'm randomly flipping through alternate universes. I'm hoping we'll still be able to reach my home base and make repairs as I'm on a very tight schedule, but it's looking less and less of a possibility at the moment. This leaves me in a bit of a quandary as to what I should do with you. I'd like to return you to whence you came but I don't think I can, yet."

"I wanna go back to where I come from. Please." Ranma cracked his knuckles as he prepared to give the tall man with the fuzzy hair in front of him a descent smack down. Fortunately the door that had been pointed out earlier opened and distracted the two men in the room.

-Back on Earth-

Amano Saeki slouched a little in his chair but otherwise didn't react when someone kicked his door in and slammed it shut behind them, he just turned to watch the purple haired member of the Nerima Wrecking Crew bolt across the room to stop in front of him.

"Xian Pu sorry bout door, send bill Nekohanten. Which way other exit?" The old man mutely motioned to the door on the far side of the room, it wasn't technically an exit but a window, but when dealing with the NWC it was amazing what worked as a door, not even walls were sacrosanct when an Amazon wanted out. Far better to humour her than have to pay for repairs to an external wall. He watched as she turned and moved towards the door he'd pointed out to her, then much to his surprise and apparently the woman's as well the closet door opened and out ran another member of the NWC.

"I think I'd be running as well." Amano muttered to himself. Ryoga the wandering martial artist as the kinder residents of Nerima called him wasn't the brightest of sparks but he was certainly powerful. Second only to the Wild Horse Ranma who also lived in the area. He had to wince though as rushing female crashed into the oblivious male. And as is often the case in a world based on physics his larger mass was hardly affected by her slight body, he tripped and fell flat on his back as he tried to recover but was met by a rapidly descending Amazon.

Xian Pu let out a yell of surprise as she crashed into a solid wall that wasn't supposed to be there, she was travelling so fast at the time that she flattened herself against the ceiling like a pancake, with her change in direction, then as is inevitable gravity took over and she started the return journey to the floor roughly eight feet below. It wouldn't be enough time for the agile martial artist to regain her feet but at least she'd land semi upright, just a little harder than she expected as the floor seemed to be closer than she thought.

Amano winced as the Amazon landed knees first on the Lost boys shoulders, a move that should have broken both his collarbones barely caused the massively built teen to grunt. The move left the young woman straddling his face. The girls' hands slipped from their purchase at the waist of Ryoga and she smashed face first into his groin, which caused more than a little grunt from Ryoga, his eyes bugged out as the only place unaffected by the Bakusai Tenketsu received some ungentle attention from the supposedly gentler sex. He looked up through the tears in his eyes to find out what the hell was going on when he met the most unexpected sight of his life. His nose blew a major gasket and he passed out while muttering something to himself. This was one place where the science of physics couldn't help him, this is where her slight body could effect him physically.

Xian Pu heard the thud from behind her and someone muttering something about 'carpets and drapes', so she looked to see what was happening now, that was when she realized her position relative to that of Ryoga was very open to misinterpretation, in fact it was the kind of position she hoped to find herself in relation to Airen. Then the thought of her husband caused just one more thought to catch up with her before she vaulted off his chest and landed panting a few feet away with her legs clamped together and pulling down the hem of her dress.

"That last time Xian Pu try surprise Airen that way." Or maybe not as she remembered the impact it had had on Ryoga. She glowered at the cursed boy for his part in ruining her surprise for Ranma. Picking up one of his feet she began to drag the comatose but smiling teenager from the room.

She looked over to the couch and addressed the elderly man sitting there, he maybe a male but her grand-mother had taught her that great age no matter the form was deserving of respect, she'd refrained from bringing up Happosai to check where her elder relative stood on that particular elder though.

"Xian Pu sorry about this." She waved around the room as she ran out of words to describe everything that had happened in the thirty or so seconds she'd been in his apartment, before dragging Ryoga away again. She grunted as she heard a slight thud and her burden suddenly got heavier, looking back she found that Ryoga was awake again. His eyes bulging 'again' as the leg she didn't have hold of slipped to the far side of a table leg with the inevitable meeting of his groin with a hard object, yet again.

"What pig-boy glare at me like that for? You no think Xian Pu going kiss it better for you?" Then blushed profusely as she thought through what she'd just said. That was alright because the implication had just smashed Ryoga's higher brain function into smithereens and he passed out again, this time in major danger of haemorrhaging to death. She reached down and grabbed both his hands to drag him the rest of the way out of the apartment this time leaving the table where it belonged.

Amano Saeki considered his idea to retire to the ward of Nerima, and smiled. Juuban was interesting in its own way, but he'd lived there all his life. Now Nerima on the other hand was entertaining, in fact you couldn't buy entertainment of this quality. He chuckled as he followed the pair out onto the landing where Xian Pu was about to push Ryoga down the stairs as the easiest way to get the man out of the building. I mean, after the Bakusai Tenketsu training a small uncontrolled fall down some stairs wouldn't faze him at all, it wouldn't even leave bruises. Xian Pu looked up again as she ignored the thuds of a human tank crashing into the bottom of the stairwell.

"Xian Pu so so sorry, you come Nekohanten tonight get too good meal, yes? Xian Pu really need go now." She flashed him a warm smile that even reached her eyes before turning and bounding down the stairs where she landed with a crunch on top of Ryoga and a muffled "Aiyah! Lost boy not lost yet?"

Amano shook his head again before propping up the remains of his door in its frame and returning to his couch. Now all he had to do was figure out how he'd explain to his councilor at the RDHA (Retired Demon Hunters Anonymous) that he'd broken his vow. It was hard though, the motto 'One day at a time' didn't live up to the excitement of the hunt. Last night he'd headed over to his old prowling grounds and bagged himself a good sized Juuban youma, beat those young Sailor Senshi to it as well, heh! Youth of today, hah! Of course his fellow members of the RDHA would be disappointed with him, but that was the point of having a support group, they helped you up when you fell, or if it finally killed you they mourned and placed another stone marker on the shelf to join the others who had passed away over the years. Old age was a curse for a young mind and soul.

"Ah well, RDHA meeting tonight or Nekohanten?" With the decision made he moved off to make some tea before getting spruced up and heading to see one of the prettiest fillies in Nerima. It really was enough to warm the cockles of an old mans heart.

-Back on the Tardis-

"Doctor? You didn't just open this door did you?" Ranma looked puzzled as he listened to her, he definitely wasn't understanding the words coming out of her mouth. The doctor would have considered not being able to understand English a blessing but she knew he spoke it and several thousand other languages.

"No it wasn't me Tyler. It was one of those Hibiki's, but rest assured he's not on the ship any more as neither of us was watching him when he went through the door." This Ranma understood.

"Good I'd hate to have to shoot another one." And this he didn't, it was beginning to be like listening into a phone conversation, one part intelligible the other part just a garble of noise.

"You and me both." He tried to hide the sarcasm in his voice; he just wasn't trying very hard. The repair bill had been staggering.

"Look I apologized for that already; it was a long time ago. Why can't you just let it drop?"

"It wouldn't have been a problem if you'd been able to hit the broadside of a Tardis."

"The Tardis doesn't have a broad side, it's a square box for crying out loud!"

"Um, er, sorry to interrupt, but how do I get out of here?" Ranma crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the odd couple, they sounded kind of familiar but he couldn't pinpoint where from.

"Oh yes, sorry about that. Tyler this is our guest Ranma Saotome, Ranma this is Tyler. I am known as Doctor Who, why Who you ask. Well I realize you didn't actually ask but I'll tell you anyway. I got tired of everyone who heard my name asking that. Doctor who? I tell you it was either that or Terence and let me tell you Terence doesn't translate into any other dialect and it doesn't get any respect either so I still would have been stuck with Dr. Who." Ranma looked over at Tyler and asked her.

"He go off like this often?" But she just looked at him like he was talking Japanese, which in essence he was.

"Just so you know the only reason I can understand you is that I have a Universal Translator plugged in. Tyler over there doesn't so she can't actually understand you. If you want I can translate for you?"

"Nah that's alright, I'll pass. So how do I get offa this ship?"

"Well with the stabilizer out you've only got so many options, the first is you could stay with us and wait for repairs to be made, then I'd have to finish my current run of contracts. I should be clear to drop you back on Earth in about…" He walked over to the terminal in the centre of the room and began punching buttons, "Ah-ha, I can return you to Earth in approximately eighty years give or take a couple for the repairs I need."

"EIGHTY YEARS!!!!"

"Well yes, would you like something a little sooner?" He was surprised when the young man before him did a face-vault into the tellurium plated floor.

"OF COURSE I WANT SOMETHING QUICKER!!!" Ranma was so irate that he was almost vibrating with the stress of suppressing the need to throttle the idiot standing in front of him.

"Hmmm, I see. Well there is another way, I could drop you off on an Earth like planet and the time it takes me to fulfil my contracts won't be felt by you. Understand though it would still take a couple of years." He continued to punch buttons at a furious rate, which amazed Ranma as he could tell the man before him shouldn't have been able to do the 'Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire' technique. The man before him, who he'd taken to calling baka-man in his head began to grimace before he looked up at Ranma. "Well it seems that there are only two possible planets on out present flight path that are suitable. The first is called Earth, but it's not like the one you're from so don't get your hopes up. If I remember correctly it's got all this strange wildlife called Pokémon. Most of the planets wildlife would be familiar to you, like I said it's very Earth like. Where it differs is with the seven hundred and twenty five known species of Pokémon. They are strange creatures with even stranger powers."

"You said there are two options?"

"You really don't want to know what the other one is." He looked down to find that the youth suddenly had his lapels crushed together in his fist while he dangled a few inches off the floor. Surprising really as the youth was nearly a foot shorter than he was. "Alright if you really want to know…The other planet is called Vorgon." Tyler sucked in a breath at the mere mention of that name.

"What's so bad about this Vorgon place?" Casting a quick glance over at the raven tressed Tyler

"I'll let you decide, Tyler you might want to get some earplugs, get some for me at the same time."

"You can't do that to him Dr., that's just cruel. Not to mention unusual punishment."

"He doesn't trust my word, I'll let him decide." Ranma watched the elfin looking woman run from the room in a panic. It didn't take long before she returned and handed the Doctor two small pellets which he placed in his ears as Tyler did the same and then she bolted from the room saying she still wanted some distance. Dr. Who gave a derisive snort as she departed. "Here you go Ranma; this is the third worst piece of Vorgon poetry known in sentient space." Ranma's eyes crossed and his brain shut down in the first few seconds of the recording, the doctor watched impassively for a second before turning the sound off.

"THERE'S NO F()&)ING WAY THERE'S ANYTHING WORSE THAN THAT!!!!!! DON'T YOU EVER PLAY THAT AGAIN!!!" Ranma waved a fist under the Dr's nose, there was no implication of threat in it, there was a promise, he could see it in the intense blue of the youth's eyes.

"Don't worry I only played it as an example of why you don't want to go there. You see there are indeed two pieces worse than that. Number two is the preferred method of execution on the planet, the victims head is said to explode after a few minutes of listening to it. The poem that holds the number one rank has been outlawed by the Universal Council as a weapon of interstellar mass destruction. I can almost guarantee that you'd be facing the second a mere matter of minutes after stepping foot on the planet, you see they're bureaucrats who'd feel that as you don't have any identification proving you exist, then you don't have the right to exist. The only way to get identification is to have the right paperwork, which would take upwards of several centuries to actually get. Like I said they're bureaucrats, they like to make peoples lives just that little bit duller and painful. Once you actually got the paperwork you'd have to have at least eight generations sign it as proof that you did in fact exist and then provide them with a processing fee that would buy a small planetoid. Then to top it all off you'd have to listen to the Vorgon national anthem, which by the way is the second worse poem ever written by the Vorgon."

"I see...So it looks like it's planet of the Pokemon for me."

"Wise choice. I'll just get some supplies for you. Tyler, where are you! Dratted earplugs. The girls never around when you need her."

"You called doctor?" If Ranma were any judge he'd say the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees with that question.

"Ah, yes my dear, I was just saying that if we're going to drop this young man on an unfamiliar world then we'd better make sure he has some supplies. You can yell at me later if you want, it's just we have only so much time before the window of opportunity closes for him. If you could pull up anything in storage with a Pokémon tag attached to it, I'll go and find a suitable bag for him." He watched as she dragged her ire back under control.

"Right!" She gritted out before walking over to a wall mounted console that he hadn't noted earlier, probably because he had been so focused on the bizarre appearance of the doctor. Then he started to wonder just what manner of doctor the doctor was. Tyler brushed several strands of dark brown hair out of her eyes as she punched the final button and a small mountain of gear suddenly appeared on the floor.

"I can't carry all that! Well I suppose I could." He conceded as he realized there wasn't actually a great deal of weight there it was just bulky.

"Don't worry about that, you don't need all of that anyway. Most of it won't work in such a primitive setting as the world you're going to anyway."

"What do you mean primitive?"

"Well I was there sometime ago myself, though if I'm reading my timelines correctly then it was roughly eight hundred years in the future of where we're currently going to drop you. Funnily enough the world here is about on par with your world so there shouldn't be too much in the way of culture shock. There, I'll just attach this to the back here and you should be right to go." All through his speech the tall man had been stuffing things into the pack; if Ranma was any kind of judge then he was putting more into the bag than the bag could actually hold.

Ranma looked at the remaining pile of goods and gave the small black item a nudge with his toe. "What's this Doc?"

"Oh how could I forget that, that's what's called a Pokedex. It's very advanced compared to the ones available on this timeline so try to be circumspect when using it. It's full of useful facts about the Pokemon on the world, different herbs, berries and plants for both food and herbal remedies. There's a whole section on Pokemon food and treats, and last but not least it's a good general information source for all your daily needs. Such as if you want to know if what's being offered in trade for your money is good or bad then Dex can help you out. Um, just don't open it until you get outside please." Ranma had picked the small black oblong up and had been turning it over in his hands while the doctor had been talking.

"Why not?"

"I'd just take it as a personal favour if you didn't." Then watched in horror as the young boy did just what he asked him not to, if the smile on his face were any indication it was in payback for the Vogon poetry.

"You might as well speak to me, I can hear you breathing over there Doctor." Ranma let the box slip through his hands in shock as he heard the voice coming from it. "Ow, just what the devil do you think you're doing, let's drop you on your head and see how you like it!! The little black box had everyone's undivided attention by now.

"Um sorry about this Dex but we really don't have the time."

"Time? You! Want to talk about time? Try being awake for as long as I have, oh yes I suppose I should thank you for making sure I was fully charged, but I think I'd rather have slept. Two hundred and thirty eight thousand, seven hundred and seventy six years, one hundred and seventeen days, nineteen hours, forty seven minutes and twelve seconds, and you think you've got time problems. Ooooh you're lucky I don't have an offensive weapons suite attached."

"Yes well I think your mouth is more than enough of an offensive weapon. Now Ranma if you could just close him up and place him in the front pocket there we don't have a great deal of time. I'll say goodbye now, Tyler you lead him to the door. When you hear the chime I need you to get out as quickly as possible. Take too long and you could open the door onto a time vortex. Alright do we have all that, we've got several minutes Tyler?" The young woman gestured for Ranma to follow her as she bolted from the room as fast as she could go, Ranma didn't have any trouble keeping up with her though, even carrying the huge pack slung over his shoulder. The number of rooms and corridors they ran through was staggering but eventually they entered a corridor with just one door at the end. Even as they approached they could hear a sudden chime begin and Ranma accelerated past the startled woman and hit the opening door at a sprint and burst out into a wide grassy plain. He turned back towards the ship and his mouth gaped open as he viewed the small blue box that measured almost five feet by five feet and nine feet in height. The woman in the doorway of the Tardis bowed to him.

"Goodbye Mr. Saotome and good luck. By the way, yes he does go on like that all the time" She said in perfect unaccented Japanese before bowing again to the startled young man. Then the door closed, the blue light on top of the box began flashing as an unearthly noise started to saw through the air, and the Tardis, the doctor and Tyler were gone leaving Ranma alone on a planet he'd never been on before. No fiancées, no rivals, no honour debts, no pops and Soun Tendo, no Khu Lon or Happosai for that matter, Ranma was liking this world more and more the more he thought about it. Ranma's grin grew exponentially as he added things to the list of things that he wouldn't have to worry about for a while.

"Yes!!!! Yes!!!!" Ranma did a tumbling run across the grassland forgetting for the moment that he was carrying a pack that weighed almost as much as his cursed form. That is until he heard something in it chime. He stopped the impromptu gymnastics display to take the bag off his back and opened it up to try and find what was making the noise. Having pulled everything out of the bag he remembered the Pokedex in the front pocked of the bag and flipped it open.

"About time! Speaking of which, where are we?"

"Um the doctor said this was Earth, except it's got some kind of creatures called Pokémon."

"You mean I'm home? Finally home? When though, that's the real question?"

"Er, he said something about it bein' eight hundred years before your time if that's any help?"

"Oh my, how primitive. Well I suppose beggars can't be choosers. Now with that information, let me see, ah yes, there's a transporter node about fifty miles that way."

"Um what way?"

"Pick me up and turn in a circle while holding me level and I'll indicate the correct direction." Ranma did as the machine asked and took note of the direction.

"So what's a transporter node?"

"Hmm, oh that? All Pokémon trainers are allowed to carry only six Pokémon at any given time. Though they are encouraged to catch many more, for both the experience and for the added firepower that having different Pokémon can give you. When a trainer catches more than he's allowed to carry the pokeball that contains the new Pokemon will be transported to their affiliated sponsor."

"You make it sound like Pokémon trainers let these Pokémon fight battles for them."

"Bing! That's correct. Oh by the way my name's Dex, who are you? Understand I've got to have you on file as my authorized holder. As the doctor gave me to you I'll have to update the files for identification purposes, which is one of my functions by the way."

"Uh, I'm Saotome Ranma, pleased to meet'cha."

"Likewise I'm sure. Now I'll need a picture of you for your ID, and also we'll have to capture a Pokémon if we intend to pass you off as a new trainer. Luckily I have some advanced pokeballs that will help in that matter. We'll take the photo when we get to town as it works best when I have a table to sit on and a clear uninterrupted view."

"What about the Pokemon? I mean I haven't ever seen one before so how do I know what to catch?"

"If you'll hold me up so that I'm level again, and then turn in a full circle like before I should be able to spot something. This after all is prime Pokemon territory."

"It is?"

"Oh yes, they love the tall grass, it hides them and provides a constant source of food for them. Now pay attention, straight ahead and seventy five paces away do you see the tail? It's brown with what looks like a couple of notches cut out of it."

"Where?"

"There, did you see it move?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Keep an eye on it. That's what is known as a Pikachu."

"Pikachu?"

"Yes, it's a mouse type pokemon. It looks like this," A beam of light shot out of the black bubble on top of the pokedex and formed an holographic image of a bright yellow rodent with a jagged tail. "Take note of the tail specifically, this is important. See how this tail is different to the one over there? This is a male Pikachu; you can tell it easily by how the tail is solid with no notches, that's the female of the species in the grass over there."

"Alright, you said something about catching them?"

"Oh right, learn one thing about the Pokemon and you want to catch it. Alright hotshot, this is an Ultra-ball; it'll allow you to catch any low level Pokemon without having to weaken it first. Oh and by the way Pikachu have very sensitive hearing, she might be a fair way away but she knows we're here. What's more they have a pretty good understanding of human speech, though Japanese might confuse a Pokemon from this area. The longer you know a Pokemon the more of your language they'll pick up, and just so you know if you're a good trainer it works the other way as well. You'll begin to pick up meaning from what they say as well. Well go on, what are you waiting for, you're the Pokemon expert."

"Um, what am I supposed to do with this?"

" Sigh Throw it at the Pikachu, not too hard now, you really don't want to hurt it." Ranma did as he was bid, and threw the pokeball into the tall grass with pinpoint accuracy. The Pikachu gave a startled "PIKA!!!" Before a gentle bzzzzzt sound was heard, followed by a quiet chiming sound. "There you go! You did it, see how easy was that. Of course now comes the hard part. That Pikachu probably won't be too happy at the moment as it's a wild Pokemon and doesn't like to be captured. A word of advice, I'd let it out of the pokeball as soon as possible. It's a good first indication of friendship with some Pokemon, such as Pikachu. I'd be quiet when you retrieve the pokeball as well, female Pikachu tend to congregate in groups called troops. Now if it had been a male then you wouldn't have a problem they tend to be loners, they only meet up with other Pikachu in breeding season, or if they see another of their type in trouble."

"Sounds like my kind of pokemon. Now how do I get it out of the ball?"

"Well you might try throwing it a little ways away and the ball opens automatically on contact with the ground. If you want to be flamboyant you could yell something like, 'Pikachu I choose you!'."

"Right, that sounds easy enough."

"Trust me it has to be when dealing with idiots who think they're going to be Pokemon masters."

"A couple a hundred thousand years you say?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You said you were in storage for a couple a hundred thousand years didn't ya?"

"That's correct, what's that got to do with anything?"

"I reckon it wasn't long enough, at least not to cure that smart mouth a yours."

"Well I'm sure I'm so sorry." If the pokedex was able to produce human facial expressions it'd be sneering at Ranma at this point, but then the tone of voice already expressed its true feelings

"And so you should be." Ranma tossed the ball into the grass as he turned away and beheld his first live, breathing Pokémon. "If I was a Japanese schoolgirl I'd probably be squealing Kawaii right about now. That's gotta be the damn cutest animal that was ever put on the Earth."

"True it is pretty cute in terms of Pokémon, but that doesn't mean you should rush things, I'd definitely advise caution." Ranma missed the change in tone from facetious to serious in Dex's voice.

"Huh? What can this little cute thing do to me?" He reached down and picked the bright yellow rodent up and held it up so he could look it in the eye. "Aren't you cute?" He glanced away as he heard Dex speak to him.

"What can it do to you? Judging by the way its cheek pouches are sparking I'd say Thundershock."

Ranma turned back just in time to see the evilest grin in the cutest face, just before the sparks in the Pikachu's face ignited into a bright wall of lightning that picked him up and threw him across the clearing.

"CHUUUUU!!!!!"

Ranma crashed through some bushes on his way back to earth and drilled a furrow in the grass beyond where he raised a hand to indicate he was still alive.

"Well I'd have to say I'd have to give that a 9.6 for technical screw-up and a 5.8 for artistic interpretation of the worst way to capture a Pokémon. I have to admit for an amateur you certainly know how to make an impression." Pikachu sat where she'd dropped and cleaned her ear as she watched the still smoking human clamber to his feet and approach with much greater caution the second time.

"Ow! Why you un-cute, uh that don't fit. Ow, kuso, maybe you could give me a little warning next time!" He bent over and snatched the pokedex off the ground in passing.

"Well excuse me! Did I not say to be cautious? Did I not say to not rush things? Oh but who needs to listen to the pokedex, I mean I only hold the distilled knowledge of fourteen hundred years of Pokémon training and breeding. It's not like I know anything!"

"Alright already, ya made ya point!"

"So you'll heed me when I tell you something? If I tell you something's a good idea you'll do it?"

"Yes and yes. You could have tried harder to tell me though."

"I find some lessons are best learned the hard way. sniff . Now I want you to approach her again, slowly this time. When you get to three or four metres away from her you'll have to stop. If you see sparks coming from the red circles on her cheeks back off until they stop. Don't look her in the eyes; she'll see that as threat. Don't smile; think about it, she'll think you're a predator if she sees any teeth. Stay upright at all times, don't crouch as Pikachu may think you're going to pounce on her."

"Got it. Easy girl, I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm not even angry about that electric thing ya did to me. I've been hit with worse from my friend Ryoga."

"That's right; just keep her attention in a non-threatening manner. Sit down when you stop, I don't have to tell you to do it slowly now do I?"

"Nah, nah I'll be fine."

"Okay now place your hand on the ground, palm up. Towards her. Don't move towards her, let Pikachu come to you." Ranma watched as the little yellow rodents nose twitched, the right ear began to look like a metronome as he began making tsking noises to make sure her attention was focused on him.

"Hmm, I may have misjudged you; you seem to have a knack for this. Are you sure you haven't been here before?"

"I've been in some pretty weird places, but I think I'd remember bein' here. It's not every day I see a bright yellow mouse that's over a foot tall."

"It's not actually that common that most people on this world see a Pikachu either, they tend to stay away from humans. Of course their curiosity is the thing that reels them in most often."

When Ranma looked up again he found that the Pikachu had almost halved the distance between them and her nose was twitching furiously the stronger his scent became.

"That's right, I wouldn't hurt you." She looked up quickly as her ears oriented on the young man in front of her.

"Pika pi, pikachu pi ka?!"

"My name's Ranma."

"Don't tell me you understood what she just said."

"No, it's not that, it's just I reckon the first thing you do with a new friend is to introduce yourselves."

"In a weird sense that actually does seem logical. Alright next take this ball and say Pikachu return. That'll return her to the pokeball where she can rest and\or recover."

Ranma eyed the ball with distaste before moving to pick it up, "I really don't wanna keep her in here. Do I have to?"

"For the moment yes, but only for a few moments. I want her to get the idea that nothing bad is going to happen to her. Plus we'll start to call her forth closer and closer to you as a trust building exercise. You both need to know that you can trust each other."

"Okay, but just so you know I don't like it." Ranma sucked in a breath as a brief squall of rain crashed down around her. Looking up into the mainly blue sky she saw only a few clouds, the one above her was blacker than the ace of spades and was the source of the water that had revealed her curse. 'So it's gonna be like that is it? Damn Nerima weather's followed me here!' Ranma looked at the startled electric mouse and the speechless electric appliance.

"Um, I can explain."

-Earlier, Pokeworld-

Skye (1) was having a really good day, the sun was shining, the insects were tasty and the Spearow flock that attacked her was in full retreat, trailing plumes of smoke from their heavily singed feathers. Several places on the small battlefield were flattened as the weaker Spearow hadn't survived her Thundershock attack and lay in smoking ruin in the long grass. That'd teach them to think that she was a tasty snack. Speaking of which she pounced onto a bush letting off a slight Thunderwave that paralysed the small insect that she was hunting, she crunched into its hard carapace to find it cooked just the way she liked it. There was a great deal of finesse involved in cooking with electric, get it wrong and all you got was a mass of charcoal, not enough and the prey could get away, it'd be singed for sure, but as granny used to say 'Bugs that got away didn't fill empty bellies.'

Skye thought that Spearow were possibly the stupidest creatures on the plain, well except for Pichu (2). Their thoughts tended to center around meal times, and the constant cry while they hunted was translated as "mine!", "mine!" as they vied for ownership of the meal. Pichu were stupid for a whole different reason, they had a tendency to wander, and in fact keeping control of them was nearly as bad as trying to herd Meowth, which was never a good proposition. Of the forty five Pichu born this spring only eighteen were still alive and with a few more months till anyone expected them to evolve they'd probably quarter that number so that only five or six would join the adults of the troop. The troop tried to keep them controlled but when Pichu were involved it was usually a waste of time.

As far as female Pikachu went Skye was nearly unique, many humans assumed that female Pikachu were weaker than their male counterparts. This couldn't be further from the truth, not to say they were stronger or anything but they tended to congregate in groups to make it easier to look after the Pichu(2). The temperament of the female of the species was much mellower than the male, in that they could stand to be around large numbers of their own kind. Males on the other hand tended to be unsociable loners except in breeding season when they sought out the large troops of females to spread their genetic material, after they proved themselves in battle with the other interested males of course. The thing that really differentiated the males from the females though was the fact that the males had that killer instinct that allowed them to go that little bit further than the usual stunning tactics of the female. Females would leave the twitching body of the offender to recover as it may, where as a male Pikachu would leave a corpse. Pikachu are only really cute on the outside, makes it all the easier to underestimate them.

Skye was unusual in that she was more like the males than the females; she tended to patrol further out than the other females in the troop so that she could feel the solitude she craved. It also gave her many more chances to hone her combat skills as hunters that wouldn't dare take on the troop would be more than happy to try for a single seemingly unaware female, the results of which were quiet often shocking. It might be said that she was a bit of a tomboy, but never in her hearing as the reaction was usually violent, in fact she also had a reputation as a bit of a violent maniac(3). She'd just finished her morning snack and assured that there were no flying predators in the area, so she decided that it was time to get some well earned sunning in before she returned to the troop to report to the Matriarch on her actions thus far today, when she heard the most unusual sound that she'd ever heard. There were no words or concepts in Pikachu that covered that kind of sound, other than the fact it wasn't natural. That made it a human thing, something that fascinated her to no end.

Pikachu like many other Pokemon had incredibly long life spans, sometimes measuring in multiple centuries so it wasn't unusual for a Pokemon to outlive their trainer and return to the troop that they used to live with. In fact it was common practice amongst the humans that any Pokemon owned by a deceased trainer were to be given their freedom. Some would remain and pine for the trainer that they'd lived with for so long until they joined them again, but the vast majority would return to their homes, older, wiser and usually a lot stronger than those that had remained behind. The Matriarch of Skye's troop was one that returned and had quickly taken the place of the previous Matriarch in combat.

The sound that had shattered the silence of the plains above Pallet town seemed to get louder as if it approached from a great distance. As she suspected there was only one creature that could make a sound like that, she planned to get a good view of her first humans. The problem was there didn't seem to be a source for the sound; it seemed to come from all directions simultaneously. That meant Skye would need a high spot from which she could survey the grassland that she called home. With a smile she ran for the only such place in two hundred metres of her current location. The young Pikachu hit the side of the ant-mound as a yellow blur using quick attack to speed her advance she clambered up the side of the mound barely noticing as the inch long ants scurried out of her way. The ants weren't sentient but they knew the Pikachu word for them – Lunch. Skye dug her claws into the mound while still nearly a foot from the top and suddenly disappeared as a cloud of dust enveloped her as she came to a stop resting on the top of the hill. She'd have yodeled a challenge to the world but it's a known fact that Pikachu can't yodel, so she let off a Thunderwave that lit the afternoon sky a little. Three kilometers to the south stood one of the few trees in the area, that was where her troop were resting out the heat of the day So she knew that what ever was coming wouldn't affect her troop and they'd remain safe.

The sound intensified further and she nearly had to cover her sensitive ears as it threatened to become overwhelming. That all ceased to be a concern as she beheld the arrival of a human thing. It was the dark blue of night but had a flashing blue sun on top. The human thing flickered in and out of existence a few times before remaining solid.

As the Pikachu watched in rising excitement the side of the human thing opened like a seed pod and disgorged a single figure that she assumed was a human then it disappeared. Her first human really didn't impress her at all, but then again it was over a quarter kilometer away so it might be more impressive closer up. Then she watched as the human seemed to use an agility attack to spin across the grass at an astonishing rate. 'Humans can do that kind of thing as well?' This would bear some looking into. She headed down the mound and trotted towards the figure in the distance, keeping to a slower pace so as not to alert them;she totally forgot that her tail was taller than the grass here abouts. As she approached the human she could hear sounds that could only be the human speak that the Matriarch mentioned on occasion, she couldn't see the human any more but she could definitely hear and if she was right then there were at least two humans here. She was just thinking of returning to the troop and reporting the presence of a couple of humans when a strange sense of foreboding descended upon her, along with a pale silvery blue and gold ball that opened even as it touched her and engulfed her in an eerie red light. The next thing she knew was darkness, it was restful in a way or would have been if she wasn't completely freaked out at the sense of being enclosed, she was a Plains Pikachu and as such liked wide open spaces. While it looked like the darkness of night it didn't fool her for a second there were no bright spots in sky, no breeze stirred and she couldn't sense anything. Reaching out a paw she scraped it against a solid smooth surface. Then she went slightly berserk and let off Thundershock after Thundershock against the impervious substance. She was surprised that she wasn't feeling exhausted at all, even after releasing ten Thundershock attacks in a row. Sensing that she was wasting her time she settled a little until the world suddenly reappeared around her.

Sky sat in the grass and watched the human, she was glad to be out of the ball and gave it a glare that would have caused a smart creature to roll away and hide. Pokeballs aren't intelligent other than in their design, and as such was totally oblivious to the Pikachu's newly developed Leer attack. Finding she was wasting her time she turned back to the sport of human watching only to find that whatever conversation it had been having was now over and that the human was approaching closer and closer, until it loomed over her making her extremely nervous. After all the human was five times taller than her, she was surprised when it reached down and picked her up with great ease until her wide eyes met the blue eyes of the human. That was when it said something to her, she didn't understand what was said, but she liked the way it sounded. Hard as it was to describe the baritone voice of the human sounded pleasant and caused a slight shiver to run up her spine. That was when the human made a mistake, it turned away to address someone else and thus broke eye contact with Skye.

"So you wanna put me in a ball? Well take this!" She grinned as she powered up for a Thundershock attack. Of course what the human heard was "CHUUUUU!!!!!" Just before the Thundershock hit him square in the chest. Sky fell to the ground as the human took flight and crashed through some bushes to land in a smoking heap about twenty metres away. Her ears twitched in irritation as she heard the human muttering, the words might not translate but the tone certainly did and it didn't sound anywhere near as nice as the first thing it'd been saying to her. As she watched the human rise to its feet she started to feel nervous, that Thundershock while not strong enough to kill had certainly been strong enough to put a Fearow out for a few hours. Which raised the question, 'Are all humans this tough?'

She cast a wary eye on the human as it began approaching her again, slower this time, those blue eyes never left hers and the too nice voice was back. Before she knew what was happening she found herself preening as she tried to impress the human. Skye wondered why it was exactly she'd shocked the human in the first place. Oh that's right, ball. She glanced at the ball noticing it was still where it had fallen when she'd been released and then it clicked that the human had actually been the one to let her out of the pokeball. Sky bared the two canine teeth in the equivalent of a beautific smile as she looked at her human, yes she decided, my human. Said human sat down slowly on the ground and extended a hand towards her on the ground. She was close enough to smell him now, and she decided it must be a him as there was something in that smell that told her instincts that he was, well once she got past the smoky smell.

The male in front of her was making a clicking noise that was starting to irritate her, the sound was just enough to make her ears twitch with each repetition, if he kept it up she'd shock him again, she moved closer to make sure she didn't miss. He looked back up to find she was closer, but at least that infernal clicking noise had stopped.

"Thanks for stopping with that noise. I'm Skye, who are you?" Then he spoke to her in what seemed like an answer to her question, she managed to pick out the word Ranma. Then her human, Ranma, which is what she decided to call him until she learned differently spoke to the air again. Which was a slight problem as talking to yourself isn't regarded very highly in Pikachu circles, but it shouldn't be a problem because if he were talking to himself he was a very good ventriloquist. Sky could hear the reply to her humans' words, and then shuddered as Ranma picked up another of the hated balls she'd been in earlier.

She was about to protest when something totally unexpected happened, there was a cloud burst, and the surprise for the electric rodent was that it had only hit her human. Who no longer looked like her human in the least. The Pikachu was about to electrocute the red-head when the girl spoke and Sky felt the same tremor in her spine that she had when Ranma spoke. Sky walked over to the still quite large human and clambered into her lap, she still smelled like Ranma, just a slight difference that felt female to the Pikachu. This was getting strange, the Matriarch never mentioned anything about humans being able to transform or evolve. She understood the concept of growing up, as opposed to evolving, she'd seen many of the small animals that lived in concert with the Pokemon and had made a study of some of the differences before she ate them, but this was different, this was a complete gender change, she thought about actually changing into a male Pikachu and shivered in distress at the mere thought. It was one thing to act like a male but totally different to consider being one.

-Realtime for Ranma-

Ranma looked up at the dark cloud that hung over his head, both literally and figuratively speaking.

"Um, I can explain." But before she could get to that she found that thirteen pounds of Pikachu was sitting in her lap looking at her inquisitively. The Pikachu's head cocked to the side as she considered the changes in her human, and Ranma was making sure that there were no sparks being emitted from the cheek pouches of the mouse.

"Pika? Pikachu, pi pika ka pi?" Ranma was going to take a wild guess that he'd just been asked who he was and where the other human had gone. Unnerving as it was he was actually one hundred percent correct.

"I'm Ranma, sorry about this."

"Nice try, now why don't you tell me what you've done with Ranma?" It seemed that Dex had regained the power of speech. Pity that, Ranma thought as she considered how to get out of this in one piece.

"But I really am Ranma, look you were in storage for two hundred and thirty eight thousand, seven hundred and some odd years right?"

"That's right, but you could have heard Ranma say that earlier."

"But I only said that a couple of hundred thousand years wasn't enough to cure that mouth of yours." Skye had in the meantime placed her paws on the girls' shoulders and was looking up into the same blue eyes that she'd looked into just before blowing her owner across the clearing. That was good enough for her, eyes don't lie, but words were just words.

"Hmmm seems you've made a friend, and you're right, nothing has been said about the length of time I'd been in storage while we've been on this planet. So how do you explain the gender switch?"

"It's kind of complicated, and a fairly long story, you sure you wanna know?" The Pikachu was currently curled up in her lap looking at her while she spoke.

"Yes, in fact I need to know. If what I surmise is correct then either the fact it rained or contact with cold water triggered the change. The fact that you were male when we met leads me to think that there's a second trigger to change you back."

"Yeah that's right. Look, about a year ago my pops decided to finish our ten year long training trip by visitin' some weird training ground called 'The pools of sorrow' or Jhusenkyou in Chinese. There were many cursed pools but I fell in the one that turned me into a girl. Pops fell in a different pool and turns into a panda. Like you said cold water turns me into a girl and hot water turns me back. You want anymore details you'll have to wait till I get some shelter for the night." Ranma looked down as he heard a contented sigh and found that he'd been stroking around the Pikachu's ears, gently scratching the sensitive area until Skye wanted to go to sleep.

"It looks like you won't have to use the pokeballs to tame her after all, as I told you their curiosity is a powerful lure. As for my curiosity I suppose you're right, I'll wait until you're ready to tell me. This does pose a problem though, as you've probably realized cold water is much more prevalent than hot water."

"I noticed, believe me I have noticed. What are you suggesting."

"The problem is going to be there's no place like Jhusenkyou here. People would treat you as an outcast, or a freak. I don't propose that you stay female all the time but you should remain in that form while in contact with other people. There's an added bonus as well, most Pokemon trainers start younger than you and would already have a mentor or sponsor. Your male side looks adult, while your female side is young looking, I'd mistake you for twelve or thirteen in that form. Those ages are acceptable for a novice trainer, but your male side will be frowned at. It's not unheard of, but not common you understand?"

"Yeah, sounds like the story of my life, everything conspires to put me in girl form."

"I don't want to upset you Ranma, it's just it'll be easier to explain all around. I can make a transcript for your male side and show that you're related, that'll give you a reason to change every now and then, but you really should consider remaining female."

"I'll think about it. Now where's this town you said was around here." He oriented on the direction Dex had shown him earlier and started to clamber to his feet with the Pikachu sleeping peacefully in his arms, every so often she'd emit a squeaking snore that sounded too cute for words. He reached down and retrieved the pack that held all her worldly possessions and the pokeballs that Dex had given her. Her motions were so smooth that the Pikachu barely even twitched in her sleep. Once he'd made sure he'd left nothing behind he began walking through the grass towards the promise of civilisation

To be continued?

Authors Notes: - Hello! For those of you who actually read these things, I just wanted to let you know that this is probably not going to be one of the fics I work on constantly, in fact this may be all that is ever released. I don't know if it's any good or not. I just know that I've enjoyed reading both 'Fist of the Pikachu' and 'Unnamed master'. Since then I've gone out of my way to find good Pokemon\Ranma crossovers and failed miserably, there are some good ones out there to be sure, but then again there are some really bad ones as well.

I hope that I got Ranma to his new world in a credible manner, and I hope to see some reviews for this. I'm going to write chapter two to see if I have a viable story.

(1)Skye is a translation into human of a Pikachu naming concept for which the human language has no equivalent. It covers the concept of the way the sky turns almost molten silver at dawn just before the sun crests the horizon. In Pikachu it's a very feminine name, which is kind of ironic.

(2)Pichu are the pre-evolutionary form of Pikachu. Pichu tend to be born in early February which is springtime on the plains of Pallet. This is a time of plenty for insects and other small animals that are the favourite prey of Pikachu. If you think Pikachu are cute then you'd best be prepared for saccharine overload if you ever see a Pichu.

(3)Now what other violent maniacs do we know in the Ranmaverse who are also tomboys? This is based on Ranma half; you'd have to guess there'd be an un-cute tomboy around Ranma somewhere. Luckily it's a Pokemon. For all those who're gonna yell and say Akane isn't a violent maniac I bring forth the defense – Kasumi said so. Now are you gonna argue with Kasumi?