Disclaimer; This fanfiction uses existing ideas, characters and or worlds, but is an independent work of art. I own nothing, hence the reason for publishing my writings here instead of in real books where I could make some money.


-Chapter Seven-

Disaster Strikes


One year later.

In the outskirts of a small town called Pallet, there was a white house, with a white picket fence had been erected not less than eight months ago. The owners had come from the Bushi Islands, and one had no papers to his name, but plenty of money. This is why the wedding ceremony he had arranged that year ago was performed so perfectly with the vicar's family as witnesses, and why the house had been erected so quickly while the owners of that plot of land were on their honeymoon. They had money, and even if they didn't show it in every aspect, everyone in Pallet Town knew it.

Winter was coming. That much was also clear, as the previously green leaves were turning all kinds of golden brown.

In the back yard of the house stood Ranma, carefully chopping up a tree he had dragged back from the nearby forest. He had changed quite a bit from the serious pigtailed man he had been when first arriving in this world. His pigtail was gone, donated to his wife because she thought it a shame to throw it away, and a Pokémon league cap had taken its place on his head. His line of clothing had also changed, but it was for the better. On this continent, people tended to frown upon people wearing nothing but a leather vest and shorts, in public. Instead, he wore jeans and shirts. Sneakers and boots were also a daily part of his wardrobe, not to mention the fingerless blue gloves that did nothing to hide the gold band around one finger. He was smiling most of every day, and was quite liked by most of the townspeople for his helpfulness in nearly everything.

If one looked closer, one would see that no tools were used to chop up that huge tree, only his hands.

Delia had changed as well.

She was sitting in front of the TV with a Raichu, an Umbreon, a Machoke, a Scyther and a Pidgeot.

In her hands was a pair of knitting needles and some baby blue yarn, which she was slowly knotting into baby booties. Her hair had grown a bit since Ranma first met her, and she also wore a smile every day. She was as well liked by the townspeople, the same as Ranma, but lately Ranma had made sure that she did nothing that would tire her too much.

The reason for that and the baby booties, was that Delia was expecting.

Everyone in the household had been thrilled to hear the news of the new arrival, and could hardly wait the remaining seven months until it actually got there.

Through the window across from the TV, one could see the massive gaping head of the Gyarados, Aegu. She was too big to fit inside the house, but wasn't complaining, much. It was a very oft spoken agreement that when the first snow fell, Ranma would keep her in her Pokéball until it had melted away.

Zumi was watching the Pokémon league battles on the TV with great interest. He had adjusted to his new body very nicely, and even managed to get Ranma to purchase a pair of sunglasses for him, to "help his image." The Raichu had improved his vocabulary vastly since Ranma first started teaching him, and some times even went so far as to implement words that no one else in the house could understand for their complexity.

Eve, the newly evolved Umbreon, was very pleased with her new owners. As Zumi had translated, they did not beat on her regularly for not knowing any good moves. Her black fur was always shining, because Delia couldn't help but add some eggs to the Pokémon's meals, and just thought she was so cute. Ranma had to physically keep his wife from tying ribbons on the Umbreon's tail and ears.

Columba watched the TV with a frown, if a bird was able to do so, when the broadcast was interrupted with another bulletin about the serious theft of Pokémon and dangerous chemicals.

Robur groaned and went out to help Ranma carry in the firewood.

Ranma had set an entire room aside for storing firewood only, and it was nearly full. The motorcycle was being kept in storage with that nice Professor Oak down the street, because the budding family could not ride around on that, so a family car would either have to be purchased, or they would get a taxi or bus to get somewhere.

All in all, it seemed like the perfect home, an ideal place to bring a baby into their lives … a nice, peaceful place, where nothing happens, and where everyone knew and liked everyone else.


It was when Ranma brought in the final pile of wood for the day that it happened.

There was a knock at the door. Even the sound of a fist against the wood sounded ominous.

Ranma kept his wife in place when she tried to get up to answer, and did that himself.

Outside stood the local Officer Jenny, wearing a serious face.

"Good afternoon, Office Jenny, what can I help you with?" Ranma greeted politely.

"I'm afraid it's not such a good day, Mr Ketchum," the police officer stated. "I have been asked to rally trainers and their Pokémon to assist in a raid of a suspected base of operations for the so far unknown group of Pokémon thieves, just out of town. I was wondering if you'd be so kind ..." she looked around Ranma to Delia, who had now gotten up and taken her place next to her husband. "Of course, we will not force you, what with the baby on the way, but there are very few able-bodied trainers in this area, and we need everyone we can get."

Ranma took a moment and looked down at his wife. They both knew what he'd do. Anything a fine martial artist would do … he would help the needy in any way possible.

"When is this raid?" Ranma sighed and leaned his forehead against his wife's.

"We all meet tomorrow at eleven, down by Professor Oak's place, we really appreciate that you agreed, have a nice day," Officer Jenny nodded her farewell and mounted her motorcycle, leaving for either the next trainer or for the station.

"I guess that leaves us with nearly twelve hours to say goodbye," sighed Ranma before grinning mischievously. "Do you think it will be enough?"

"Oh you!" Delia scoffed in mock anger. "You're incorrigible," she declared sadly. "You can't help but help people, can you?"

"It is a vow I took as a child, to help those weaker than myself, I must," Ranma sighed and hugged his wife to him. "I know it sounds strange nowadays, but I am a man of my word, what I promise, I will do my utmost to keep."

"I know," Delia agreed, a rogue tear running down her face. "That's one of the many things I love about you."

Ranma kissed his wife tenderly.

"Is that offer still standing?" Delia asked after a few moments of silence.

"Always," Ranma chuckled.

"Good, because I'm going to give you a night that will make you come back for more, no matter what!"

With that said, the two ascended the stairs for the master bedroom, and their Pokémon fled for the hills.


"Alright, men, this is the plan," a pompous, scrawny boy in his late teens declared. It was night again, and they were currently all just outside of the base for the villainous group that had been stealing Pokémon left and right for the last few months. "Ketchum, you and-"

"Hold it right there," Ranma interrupted. "I work alone," he stated seriously. "Look here, kid, I'll take the front, you guys stand on the sides and back to make sure they can't get away, got it?" the promise of pain to anyone who defied him was laced in his tone.

Most of them had seen how tough his Pokémon had become under his training, and weren't very eager to test out how tough he was himself.

"Now see here," the boy interrupted. "Officer Jenny and the headquarters agreed on a plan, and-"

"And just because you've got a Pokémon or two on your belt, you think you're such a hotshot," Ranma interrupted again. "Leave the combat to those with experience, kid, it might let you live for another day. We do things my way, or junior here gets thrown in as bait to draw fire. Any objections?"

"Several!" the boy objected.

"Well then, a test of skill," said Ranma tersely and picked up a rock. "Make this rock explode."

The boy laughed and started grabbing for a Pokéball.

"Without aide."

"That's impossible!" the boy nearly yelled.

"Is it?" with a single digit, Ranma made the rock into a pile of dust. "Now, are there any more objections?"

All surrounding them shook their heads, thinking that if he could turn a rock into powder with a single touch, he could make them all into meatloaf with less.

"Good, now take your places, when a white ball of light is sent into the sky, that is the signal that I have started, and to be aware of and take down any and all who tries to escape, got it?" Ranma glared at the surrounding men and few women. They all agreed and started spreading out around the hill where the opening to the lair was.

Ranma crept closer, as silent as a ghost, and observed his targets. They were all grunts, wearing black suits that reminded Ranma greatly of the outfit he wore when he met Kodachi for the first time, but they didn't have the star on their caps, and they wore a large red R on their chests.

Cracking his knuckles and turning his cap so the brim was not in his line of sight, Ranma was ready. It had been a long time since he had been allowed to fight on his own, and he planned to take full advantage of it.

Powering his ki, and drawing in some surrounding chi to supplement the lost ki, Ranma let loose a white ball of ki, right into the sky, and leapt into action.

The grunts didn't know what hit them, as Ranma darted in and rendered the helpless grunts unconscious, while knocking the Pokémon out.

He was doing great, leaping around and dodging vine whips, lightning bolts and water streams while punching, kicking and tapping his opponents

It was bliss to be able to do this again.

He was doing so well in taking out the grunts and their Pokémon that he failed to notice the large truck with unstable chemicals careening towards him.

The last thing he felt before blacking out, was the truck crashing harmlessly into him, wrapping the metal around him, and the chemicals exploding, giving him the feeling of being pulled apart and reassembled.


With a groan, Ranma announced his return to consciousness.

The ground beneath him was damp, and made of asphalt, which didn't make sense since the lair had a dirt road and was surrounded by dense forest.

A quick scan of himself, confirmed that he was unharmed, and still had what he arrived in the fight with.

Slowly, Ranma got up and looked around.

The first thing that caught his eye, was a dojo sign. The Saotome School of Indiscriminate Grappling.

He had returned to the world he had left behind.

While his wail of despair travelled over a good portion of the Juuban district, Officer Jenny sombrely knocked on the Ketchum home, carrying the only thing they could find of Ranma, his cap, singed along the brim. She did not look forward to giving Delia the bad news.

Ranma's wail woke most of the city of Tokyo, while the rest stirred in their sleep.

From the Saotome residence rushed several persons, all angry from having been woken by the person wailing on the street. However, they stopped dead cold when they saw the face of the person.

"Ranma!"

Said martial artist looked to his mother, and nodded sadly.

The others weren't as happy about seeing him. Ranma wondered why the Tendo family was living at his home. Aside from Soun and Genma dancing around and crying about the schools finally being joined.

To make a long story short, from what the two youngest Tendo daughters rambled on and on about to Ranma, since Ranma left, things went from bad to worse.

Taro and Happosai had none to redirect them to less harmless places during their fights, and with all the collateral damage being directed at the Tendo home, when it was found out that they were housing Happosai the Tendo family went bankrupt, and had to live with the Saotome family. Since there was no one else to do so, the men were forced to take jobs to support them all and they resented Ranma greatly for it.

By the time Akane and Nabiki had yelled at Ranma, or rather, Akane yelled, Nabiki stated with a bone-chilling tone, the rest of the Nerima Wrecking Crew had arrived at the scene in their search for the cause of the scream. Ukyo, Konatsu, Tsubasa, Ryoga, the Kuno siblings, Mousse, Shampoo, Cologne and Happosai. With Genma, Soun and Akane, this was going to be a brawl of epic proportions.

Deciding to nip it in the bud, Ranma reached for the Pokéball with a lightning bolt that looked like a Z.

"Zumi, give me a hand in disabling these upstarts before they attract the police," said Ranma and discretely pressed the button.

Said rodent appeared next to Ranma, standing as tall as Ranma's knee.

"Rai?" he stated in confusion, and held up a sign.

"Which ones?"

"You take the ones on the left, I'll take the right and we'll meet at the middle, GO!"

While Zumi took care of the Kuno family, Ukyo and her staff, Shampoo, and Akane. Ranma took care of Genma, Soun, Mousse, Cologne, Ryoga and Happosai.

Most of the fights took no more than a few seconds, especially with Zumi shocking his targets, literally. The fight between Ranma, Happosai and Cologne took a few minutes, and ended with Ranma using speed and electric attacks he had picked up in the year or so he had been away.

When the battle was over, Ranma made sure that all the fallen would remain unconscious for at least another day. Zumi returned to the Pokéball as soon as Ranma noticed Nabiki's greedy twinkling eyes.

"Let's get these people inside before I set my dragon on them!" Ranma declared to the remaining three women.

Nodoka and Kasumi were fast in helping out, and Ranma had to ignore Nabiki as she attempted to find out where that giant mouse had come from. She was close to demanding to have Zumi so she could send him in to some scientists and get a reward for discovering a new species.

When the others had been taken inside, Ranma had enough of the middle Tendo sister, and pressed her sleep point, and placed her with the others.


While Ranma explained to Kasumi and his mother about what he had done while away, Delia was crying her eyes out on their bed, while hugging the pigtail Ranma had donated to her.

When the baby, Ash Ketchum cried for the first time into the spring night, several practitioners of magic cried out as well over the loss of their texts on magic.

As Ash Ketchum took his first steps, Ranma was hard at work to find a way back.

As Ash set out on his first Pokémon adventure, Ranma was slowly, but surely, mastering the art of magic.

As Ash saved the world, repeatedly, Ranma cried out in triumph.

As Ash tried to restore the Pokémon Celebi to health, Ranma said his goodbyes and gave his mother a medallion.