This is the disclaimer that never ends; yes it goes on and on my friends. Yes, this is the disclaimer that never ends; yes it goes on and… (SMACK) Ouch. No, not the head! Don't pull that! Why I ought ta… Ite! Okay, I don't own anything but the plot. Happy now? Sheesh! Hey, put away the chainsaw! Mommy!

I got a couple of reviews that said that this chapter was too short, so I lengthened it a little. I also made it so that you can understand the Pokèmon too.

Thanks for your votes. Keep on sending them, but now I need your votes on whom Ranma should be paired with.

"Speech"

/Pokèmon Translation/

Chapter Two

Ranma smiled as he woke up. It had been five years already since he had been adopted by Mrs. Ketchem and he had loved every day of it. Ash was only two years old when he moved in, but now he was seven. Ranma had started to teach him martial arts last year and he was doing great. Ranma stretched lazily as he got up. He didn't need to hurry as he had already gotten his first Pokèmon years ago. Growlithe, who he had renamed Guardian after he had protected him from a small flock of sparrows, was his best friend and a great training partner. Through dedication and training, Ranma had managed to lessen his weakness to water to the point that Guardian could now go swimming. He couldn't swim for very long, but that's not the point. His fire attacks were now very powerful and his speed was amazing. Ranma was considering getting a fire stone so that he could evolve, but he wasn't going to worry about that for now. Now all he had to do was go pick up his pokèdex and his first set of pokèballs.

Ranma stepped out of the shower and started to get dressed. After he put on his underwear and socks, he put on his black jeans and black combat boots (steel-toed of course). Then he slipped into an undershirt and then pulled on his favorite red tee-shirt. And the final piece of clothing was his new black leather jacket. It was his eleventh birthday gift from his mom. He looked in the mirror and smirked. He looked good! After five years of intense training, he was back in peak performance and fitness. You could actually see his six-pack underneath his shirt. Ranma was about to leave his room when he remembered Ash's birthday gift to him. He smiled as he pulled on his black finger-less gloves and secured them. He then clenched his fist and smirked at the sound they made as the material tightened.

"Ranma, breakfast," Mrs. Ketchem called from downstairs.

"Coming," replied Ranma as he hopped over the banister and did a forward roll into the dining room. He then calmly walked over to the table and sat down, but not before bowing to Ash, who was clapping at his little show.

"Hey bro, you ready for some training later?" Ranma asked him.

'Yeah!" exclaimed Ash as he started to inhale his breakfast as quickly as possible.

"Easy there, Ashy-boy. Don't forget, I have to get my stuff from the Professor first," Ranma reminded him. He started to laugh at the sorrowful look Ash gave him, but remained firm.

"Professor first, training later."

Ranma calmly walked into Professor Oak's lab and set about his daily chores. First he prepped the lab for whatever he might need to do later, and then he went and checked on the injured or sick Pokèmon. One particular Pokèmon was always getting sick, it was a Kangaskan that one trainer caught but never used. Ranma didn't get that. Why catch a Pokèmon if you aren't going to use it and train it? He gave her an antidote for the cold that she had caught and put her back into quarantine.

Next on his list was a pair of Nidorinos that had hurt each other in a fight for dominance. He applied bandages and healing potions, and then started to talk to them. He had found out a few years ago that he could sort of understand Pokèmon. Most of the time, he could only understand bits and pieces of what they were saying, but as time went by, he got better and better at understanding them. Now he had little difficulty understanding them. It took him about half-an-hour to get thing settled between them, but it was worth it. They promised not to fight again, at least not as bad as before.

Ranma was about to move onto the next Pokèmon on his list when Professor Oak stopped him.

"Ranma, there you are. I've been looking all over for you," said Professor Oak.

"What's up, Prof.?" asked Ranma.

"Well I still need to give you your things," said Professor Oak as he smiled.

"Oh, ok. Lead on," Ranma said with an elaborate bow.

After getting his Pokèdex and his first six Pokèballs, Ranma went back to work. A few hours later, he was done. All his patients were on the mend and he had talked to some trouble makers. A quick showing of why you didn't mess with him and they quickly agreed not to cause anymore problems for him. He was packing up his things when Professor Oak sent him a message on his Pokèdex. Apparently there was an injured Pokèmon out in the forest and he needed Ranma to go and bring it back to the lab for treatment. He sighed but did as he was told. The normal time for someone to run to the edge of the forest was ten to fifteen minutes. Ranma made it in five.

Ranma was having a difficult time finding the injured Pokèmon so he decided to cheat a little. He spread out his ki senses and started looking for a weak ki signature. His eyes snapped open when he detected it. It wasn't very far, but it was very weak. Ranma poured on the speed as he hurried to where the Pokèmon was. He slowed down when he saw an injured Pikachu. It was in bad shape. It looked to Ranma that it had been attacked by a group of bird type Pokèmon, probably Spearow. As he looked around, his suspicions were confirmed as he saw five knocked out Spearow. He decided to ignore those Pokèmon and he concentrated on the injured Pikachu. He was about to start bandaging its wounds, when it woke up.

The injured Pikachu was wondering who was touching him. He looked up and was shocked to see that it was a human that was touching him. He started to get angry because he didn't want to be captured by a stupid human. The human stepped back as his cheek pouches started to spark, but when he started to move, the human merely touched a point on his body and he suddenly couldn't move. Through his haze of anger, the Pikachu heard the human say something.

"Hey relax; I'm not going to capture you. I'm here to help you," it told him.

Pikachu scoffed, he wasn't stupid. He strained against what the human had done to him.

"Stop that! You're going to aggravate your condition," Ranma warned him. He sighed as he knew what he was going to have to do. It was times like this that he wished that he hadn't left Guardian at home. Ranma slowly and carefully reached down to his belt. When Pikachu saw this, he started charging his cheek pouches even more. Ranma saw this and made his next move a little exaggerated. He unhooked his belt and tossed it to the side, far away from the injured Pikachu.

That actually shocked it into relaxing. A human that didn't want to capture a weak and defenseless Pokèmon. Absurd, yet here was the proof as the human went back to treating his wounds with expert precision.

"Pika…chu," /What a …weird human./ he managed to get out.

"Don't I know it," muttered the human.

This shocked him even more. The human had understood him! He decided to let the human take care of him, unless he pulled out one of those Pokèballs, then he would be on the receiving end of his Thundershock.

Ranma let out a sigh of relief as the injured Pikachu settled down. He had to resort to using a pressure point on it so that it wouldn't hurt itself further. After bandaging him, he picked the injured Pokèmon up, as well as his belt, and started running back to the lab. He could see the surprise in its eyes at how fast he was going.

"Relax; this is actually slow for me. You'll be fine," he assured it.

If that statement did anything, it shocked the little Pokèmon even more.

Ranma made it back to the lab ten minutes later and placed the injured Pokèmon in one of the treatment rooms. He then sent a message to Professor Oak to come to the room before setting about getting the required equipment. Professor Oak came into the room and gasped.

"What happened to it?" he asked as he rushed to help Ranma.

"A flock of Spearow attacked him. He managed to take down five of them though," Ranma told the Professor as he started to change the wrappings.

They both worked hard to keep the Pikachu in a stable condition. After two long hours, they were sure that he'd be alright.

Ranma came home and just plopped himself down on the couch. All he wanted to do was just relax. Pity.

"Ranma!" yelled a human cannonball as it landed on his stomach.

"Hey, Squirt," said Ranma as he held Ash upside-down.

"You're late," Ash said with a pout.

"We had an injured Pikachu called in. So Professor Oak sent me and…" Ranma said as he started to tell Ash the whole story. About five minutes later Ash was yelling how cool his big brother was.

"Alright, Squirt, time to train," Ranma said as he got up.

"Yippee!" shouted Ash as he raced to his room to change into his training outfit. All Ranma did was take off his jacket and shirt, leaving him only with his black undershirt on; along with his pants of course. Ranma walked out to the backyard and started warming up. He was joined by Ash two minutes later. They then proceeded to practice. Ranma had decided while warming up to start to teach Ash Anything Goes. He didn't care that he didn't have a license to teach, or Happosai's permission. He was in another dimension so the rules don't count when it comes to Anything Goes. As far as anyone else is concerned, Ranma created Anything Goes Martial Arts. Besides, with all the changes he had made to it from his experiences, it was almost an entirely different style. He'd already taught Guardian a variant of Anything Goes to help in his training.

"Alright, Ash, today you start learning Anything Goes Martial Arts."

It was almost three months later that the Pikachu was healthy enough to leave. Ranma was pretty sad because he had gotten to be friends with him while he took care of him. So it was with tears in his eyes that Ranma took Pikachu back to the forest, where he belonged.

"Ok, Pikachu, you're free to go," Ranma told him.

"Pika, Pi Pikachu. Pi Chu Pi Pika!" /No way, I'm staying. I don't want to leave./ said Pikachu.

You see, Pikachu had grown attached to Ranma as well and he didn't want to leave. Here was the first decent human that he had ever met and he could understand him as well. He treated him well and respected him. Pikachu had decided that he was staying.

"But you belong in the forest, with your own kind," said Ranma, not wanting to show how much he wanted to keep Pikachu. For crying out loud, he was trying to do the right thing.

"Pikachu! Chu Pi Pika Pikachu," /I'm staying! I don't want to go back./ said a very determined Pikachu.

"Alright, if you want to stay that much, I guess you can," Ranma told him as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Pikachu!" /Alright/ said Pikachu, very happy that he was going to stay with his new friend.

Ranma then took out a pokeball. He looked into Pikachu's eyes to see if he really wanted to do this. He saw respect and the need for this in the little Pokèmon's eyes.

"Pokeball go," was all Ranma said as he tossed out the pokeball.

Pikachu didn't even put up a struggle as the ball hit him and he was turned into energy. The light on the ball immediately turned from red to white and the ball floated back to Ranma. As he caught the ball, tears came back to his eyes.

"Welcome to the team, buddy."

Alright, I choose Pikachu because I love that little rat. Still collecting your votes.

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