Hello everybody! Welcome to the first chapter of a brand new fanfiction! Sorry I haven't updated The Fairy Tail Shapeshifter in months, but rest assured that I am working on it.

As I said in my profile, I've had this idea for a very long time, ever since it was handed to me by my older brother. I probably wouldn't have touched this idea for a while if it weren't for someone contacting me privately and helping me figure out things and coming up with ideas for the story! The author's name is ShiningAurum6226, and he's working on a fanfiction of his own, too! Make sure you check it out!

Since I don't have the space in my summary, I'll just leave the disclaimer here on this chapter alone:

I do not own any of the animes/mangas that may appear in this story. They belong to their respective companies/people.

EDIT: I am so sorry about the title! I was in a huge hurry to post this chapter because my internet wasn't working well, so I ended up not writing the whole title. Don't worry, it should be fixed now!

Alright, now enjoy the first chapter of Reality Checkers: Tales of the Senshi!

Chapter 1 – Life-Changing Events

A cool opening line for an interesting story would probably be something like, "All men are not born equal," or, "These are the tales of great warriors."

Yeah, no such luck here. What I can tell you is that my name is Mason, and I'm what's known as a Reality Checker for this universe.

What is a Reality Checker, you might ask? Well, before I explain to you why that's so interesting, I'll need to tell you something else.

Have you ever heard of myths? Like the myths of the Kotoamatsukami, the deities responsible for the creation of the world? Or Susanoo, the trickster constantly getting under the skin of his sister, Amaterasu? Even if you haven't, has any happenstance occurred that you couldn't explain? Well, there is an explanation for that: all of those myths are real. Believe me?

I didn't at first, either. But something so supernatural happened to me that I eventually began to believe it.

That day started out like any normal day. I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, got ready for school, went to school, stayed back for some afterschool clubs, and went home. After finishing up my homework, I went to my basement, which sort of doubled as a shrine for my obsession, which I nicknamed "The Bunker."

Another important fact you should know about me: I am a Pokémon ultra fan. Many a time I've been told that my fascination with the awesome manga/anime is close to the point of unhealthy, but I don't really think so. My shrine contained all sorts of merchandise from the franchise: every Pokémon game, all anime seasons, every single manga copy, action figures, you name it. If it's Pokémon related, then I have it.

I love the series so much that I could spend hours doing nothing but reading, watching, or playing the game. On this day, however, I found myself to be unnaturally tired. I fought it off for a little while, but eventually succumbed to the urge to fall asleep.

This is where my story really starts.

I awoke hours later to the sound of my mother calling me; it was time for dinner. I groggily stood up, feeling uncomfortable on my upper right arm, but I brushed it off, seeing as I was sleeping on it. I shook my head, trying to shake out the sleep. I stretched my arm out, holding onto the railing of the stairs, when my eye caught some color on my partially covered arm. I pulled up my sleeve, and what I saw there almost gave me a heart attack.

Located above my elbow was something akin to a brand, or a tattoo, of a scarecrow. I freaked out, knowing my mother would burst an artery if she saw that on my arm. What the heck was this thing doing on my arm?! How did it get there?! And why?! As I pondered these thoughts while internally freaking out, I came to a solution. Whenever I needed to know the answer to something, my best bet was checking it out online. Maybe I would find an answer to my predicament on the internet.

I quickly rushed through my dinner and logged onto my computer to find out if there was a way to remove my scarecrow brand from my arm. As I searched, I continued to wonder how that even got on my arm. It wasn't an impression, because I wasn't lying down on anything when I woke up. It might have been one of my classmates, but my mom hadn't mentioned anyone coming over. If even she wasn't aware that they were here, I should've felt it while they were doing it.

My search yielded no favorable results. As I was about to log off, I noticed an article about certain symbols and what they meant. Intrigued, I opened the webpage. The article stated that most deities often marked certain people or things to claim it as their own. The scarecrow was a symbol of Kuebiko, the Japanese god of knowledge, understanding, and agriculture.

'So what, I'm a servant of Kuebiko?' I thought sarcastically.

No sooner had the thought entered my mind did I hear the voice of a man say, "No, not servant. But close enough. Good job!"

I whirled around in shock to see a scarecrow, not unlike the one on my arm, smiling at me. Or trying to, in any case. As it was made of straw, it wasn't making much progress.

I was shocked at first, but I calmed down considerably when I considered that it might just be a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. Alright you can take off the costume now, whoever you are. Jeremy? Tristan? Steven?"

The scarecrow man looked disappointed. "Come on, kid! You were so close! Do I really sound like a teenager in a costume?"

I scoffed. "Even if you're not one of my classmates, you're probably some guy my classmates paid to play a prank on me. Well, this joke has gone on far enough! Now, get out of my house! But before you do, explain to me how you branded my arm without waking me up!"

The scarecrow sighed. "How do you explain this?" He held open his shirt to reveal nothing but straw underneath. I had to admit the straw looked very realistic, but I wasn't ready to believe that wasn't a person.

"It could still be a costume, or even a robot," I argued.

"Kid, I thought you were going to be one of my easier reveals. Fine." He reached behind himself and pulled out a dagger, although I wondered where exactly he had that hidden, since there were no visible pockets, and he didn't seem to be concealing anything.

He made sure to hold up the dagger so I could clearly see it was authentic, and then proceeded to stab himself right through the chest with it. I gasped out loud, but the scarecrow seemed unhindered. He made sure to turn so his side was facing me so I could see that the dagger completely impaled him, then pulled out the dagger, where a big, gaping hole was left in his chest, which I could see right through.

"Now what, kid?" the scarecrow asked smugly.

I was speechless. As much as I wanted to deny it, it clearly wasn't a person in a costume. It definitely wasn't a robot, because I could see through the hole in its chest, and there were no wires or anything else that would indicate it was a robot.

"Alright, who are you?" I said loudly, slowly inching toward my closet, where I kept a bat.

The scarecrow grinned. "Looking for this?" He held his palm open, and from the air my bat appeared in his hand. I stared, open-mouthed as he continued talking. "Plus, I've made sure no one can hear or intrude in on our conversation, so no point in shouting. Don't worry, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you.

"As for who I am, you just read it, but I'll tell you. I'm Kuebiko, the Japanese deity of wisdom and agriculture. I'm here because, as the mark on your arm indicates, I've chosen you to be a Senshi. But not just any Senshi. You, my fearsome warrior, have the honor of being a Reality Checker!"

"What the heck's a Reality Checker? Or a Senshi?" I pondered.

"Well, after seeing how popular manga/anime has become among mortals, I have decided to gift a few with the ability to change form into characters from different manga/anime. Those are Senshi. But to ensure humans are kept in check, considering mortals are known to let power corrupt them, I've chosen a few Senshi to ensure that anyone who abuses their power is dealt with accordingly. Those are Reality Checkers."

I felt a little light-headed. "So, you're telling me that I can change into any character from any manga/anime?"

"Just one in particular. You have the ability to change into any male Pokémon from the Pokémon manga/anime."

I sat down. "I've gone mad," I stated. "Or I'm having a really vivid dream."

"Try it," Kuebiko said.

"What?"

"Try it. Attempt to transform into any Pokémon from that manga," Kuebiko elaborated.

At that point, I was ready to smack myself silly in order to see if I could wake myself up from this dream. But, something inside me knew that I wasn't dreaming, or imagining what was happening to me right now.

And so, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I felt my arm heat up for a second, and then it went back to normal. I opened my eyes, feeling no different from how I usually felt. I turned to look at Kuebiko, and that's when I noticed the change.

Before, the scarecrow and I were close to the same height, but I was a little shorter. But now, I was about as tall as his knees. I walked around, slightly dazed, until I found what I was looking for: a mirror. Looking at my reflection only confirmed what I already knew to be true.

I was a Pikachu.

My reaction was extremely calm.

"OH MY GOSH! I'M A FRICKIN' PIKACHU!" I yelled, prancing around the room with agility not present in my original body.

"Great. Now you see I'm not lying." Kuebiko pointed his finger at me while I was in midair and I changed back into myself, landing painfully on the floor. "Now kid, you're not the only Reality Checker, but you are the most inexperienced. So tomorrow I want you to go to the forest at the other end of the town and—"

"Wait, tomorrow?" I interrupted, rubbing my bruised butt.

"Yes. Now go to the—"

"I can't do tomorrow," I said.

"Why not?" Kuebiko questioned.

"I have school tomorrow," I stated.

Kuebiko grunted. "Do it after school, then. Now, I want you to head to the—"

"I can't do after school, either," I interrupted again.

Kuebiko grit his teeth, or at least it sounded that way in any case. "Why?"

"My mom wants me to spend time with her after school tomorrow, and I've postponed as much as I can."

"Fine! I'll use some glamour on her or something! But if you interrupt me again, you'll spend the next week as a cockroach."

I wisely clammed up after that.

"So, head to the forest. There, you'll find a Senshi of the Dragon Ball series. He'll be your teacher and instructor as I don't have time to take you on as a protégé. But I have to warn you that he's a bit closed off. If he believes you're not worthy of becoming a Reality Checker, then he will refuse to train you until he believes you are up to the task."

I narrowed my eyes in determination. "Then I'll prove myself worthy," I declared.

Kuebiko smiled. "That's the spirit."

I looked down at my hands, contemplating this power I now had. Wait till all of my friends found out about it!

Then his face became serious. "But whatever you do, you cannot reveal your powers to anyone who isn't a Senshi. If you do, then the punishment will be that you will lose them for good."

I gulped nervously. It was as if he could tell what I was thinking! "Noted."

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going now. Omoikane and I have a debate in a few centuries, and I must prepare." With that, he disappeared, leaving a pile of straw where he was previously standing.

I blinked. "Wow," I muttered. Then I remembered my new powers, and I got out of control again. I wondered if it was possible for me to change into any Pokémon, which led to the stupidest idea I'd ever had.

I concentrated, focusing on the Pokémon I wished to change into. But instead of feeling my arm heat up momentarily, my head began pounding with an intense pain. I felt something trail down my lip and touched it. I only had time to be momentarily shocked at the fact that my nose was bleeding before I passed out.

I stood up, finding myself located on a dirt path with tall grass at my side as well as further ahead of me and behind me. I knew the location was somewhat familiar, but before I could remember, I heard a loud sigh behind me, followed by the comment, "Damn, kid, this has to be a new record."

I turned around to see Kuebiko scowling at me, holding what appeared to be flashcards in his hand.

"So, what Pokémon did you try to turn into?" he asked with an annoyed tone.

I blushed and looked at the ground. "Arceus," I mumbled under my breath, but the scarecrow still heard me if his next comment was anything to go by.

"WHAT?! YOU TRIED TO TURN INTO THE FREAKING POKÉMON GOD? ARE YOU MAD?!" he shouted.

"Sorry. I just wanted to see if I really could turn into any character from Pokémon," I said, ashamed.

Kuebiko exhaled. "It's okay. You're not the first one to do it, and you certainly won't be the last." Kuebiko's face morphed into a thoughtful expression. "Kid, if you were playing a Pokémon game, would you take your starter to fight the Elite Four right after you got it?"

"Technically, you wouldn't be able to because—"

"Just answer the question!" Kuebiko snapped.

"No," I answered. "That would be like suicide."

"Exactly," Kuebiko said. "You're a beginner who has had his powers for less than twenty-four hours! You won't be able to transform into the strongest Pokémon alive. You gotta start small and work your way up."

"I understand," I said, nodding my head. "By the way, where are we?"

"This is your subconscious. If I'm not mistaken, this place closely resembles a typical route in your Pokémon game."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, amazed. "As much as I'd like to stay here and chat, I'd like to leave much more. How do I get out?"

"I'll send you back in a sec, kid. But first I'd like you to have this," Kuebiko said, pulling an object out of… somewhere and tossing it to me. "I meant to give it to you earlier, but hey, even us gods forget things occasionally."

I caught the item and examined it in my hand to find it was a pokeball. "What's this for?" I inquired.

"It's a relic," Kuebiko replied. "You see, when I first gave Senshi their abilities, I also created relics, which are popular objects from any given manga/anime imbued with special powers."

"Cool!" I commented. "What does mine do?"

I didn't know it was possible for a scarecrow to smirk, but Kuebiko did, and not in a reassuring manner. "I'll let you figure that out, kid." He walked closer to me, placing his finger on my forehead, and I fell to the ground. When I woke up, I was once again in my room, all traces of pain gone from my body.

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled the pokeball relic out and examined it. It didn't look much different from a toy that you might find in a shop. With a shrug, I pressed the button in the middle. The pokeball flew out of my hand and bounced all over the room, not unlike a rubber-band ball, and off of my head multiple times. I let out a stream of curses, taking a few tries to catch it before I finally did and put it away. I could imagine Kuebiko laughing at me right now.

After I could finally see again, I decided to do a little training for my fight with the DBZ Senshi. I practiced turning into different starters from different regions and other Pokémon, and thankfully I didn't faint this time, but I did notice that I had issues maintaining each transformation for an extended period of time. But after a couple of hours of practice, I decided to turn in for the night.

I went to bed, determined to become a full-fledged Reality Checker tomorrow.

I made my way through the forest, pushing tree branches and killing bugs that decided to perch on my body. A lot of thoughts were swirling around in my head about the DB Senshi, and not all of them were pleasant ones.

Eventually, I walked into a clearing where a lone person sat, meditating. He had long, black hair that reached his shoulders and tanned skin with a muscular build. He wore a tank top and shorts. I deduced that this guy… must not be the person I'm looking for. But maybe he could direct me to the person I needed to find.

"Excuse me!" I called out. He turned around and looked at me, and I noted he had black eyes.

"Yes?" he said with a deep voice.

"I'm looking for someone. I'm told he lives in these parts," I explained.

The guy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Are you sure you're not looking at him?"

"Nah, you can't be him," I dismissed. "He's like, a foot taller than you, and a lot more emo. Plus, he has a scarecrow brand on his body."

A tic mark formed on his head. "Emo?! I am NOT emo! For your information, I am the warrior you seek!" He pulled up his shirt, showing me the scarecrow brand on his right ab.

"You must be the Pokémon Senshi that Kuebiko informed me about. I am Sebun." He slipped into a fighting stance. "Now, let's see if you're worthy of being a monitor of Reality." And with that, he charged at me, a light glowing beneath his shirt.

And that's all for the first chapter! How was it? As I'm sure you can guess, next chapter will be the fight between the DB and Pokémon Senshi.

Sorry to say, but I won't be doing my usual story recommendations like I do for my other two stories. I will make a special exception though:

I am Mysterious by ShiningAurum6226 – As I mentioned in the opening A/N, this guy helped me start this fanfiction. If you liked it and even if you didn't, go check out his story, which is a crossover between I Am Frankie and The Other Kingdom where Cole and Dayton are fairies! Seriously, the guy needs more attention!

If you enjoyed it, then please favorite, follow, and review this story, and I'll see you next chapter!