Ash's Puberty Related Adventures

Chapter 6: BABY I LIIIKE IIIT!

A/N: Hey, yo guys, I'm back! Sorry for the wait, I had to buy a whole new Microsoft word: ( but it's all good now. Enjoy! (This Chapter is set around two days after the last one :D )

A/N 2: Okay, well I started this chapter over a month ago, when I got the new micro word :S But I never got around to it, then I pulled muscles in my arm so I had to rest. It feels a bit better now though, I'm so sorry for the long wait! READ ON!

Ash's mother polished off her third glass of long island ice tea. It was nice to have Ash quiet for once…but it wouldn't be long until his vision came back.

She put down the glass and flicked off the TV. Delia stretched her thin arms above her head and yawned.

"MUM! IT'S A MIRACLE!"She heard her son shout from upstairs. With a sigh, she got up and walked to his room.

"What's a miracle Ash?" She asked.

"I CAN SEE AGAIN!" Ash screamed blinking his eyes repeatedly.

"Oh, that's good then." She turned and walked back out.

Ash blinked his eyes still trying to wait for the colours to come in clearly.

"Where's that Pikachu?" He said to himself.

Ash walked out of his room and into the kitchen where his mother was making more tea.

"Mum…have you seen Pikachu?"

"Uh…not since he tried 'killing you', no," She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Well, uh, I can't find him…" Ash bit his lip and played with his fringe, nervously.

"Ash, I'm sure he's fine…you know how adventurous he is," Delia reasoned.

Ash let go of the piece of hair, allowing it to flop back down over his eyes, "I guess you're right."

"Ash, while you've got nothing to do, would you like to help me fill out your enrolment forms?"

"Not really," Her son answered truthfully.

"Well too bad." She took a sip of the ice tea and led her son to the lounge room.

Ash sat on the lounge near his mother, who had the forms in her hand.

"Well, Ash, I haven't seen you in a long time so there's a lot I don't know about you…"She frowned down at the paperwork before thrusting a pen into Ash's gloved hand, "So, we'll have to work it out."

"Okay…"Ash still wasn't interested.

"Okay let's see…Name: Ash….what's your middle name again, honey?"

Realising that his mother was quite drunk, Ash decided to make the most of things, "Super Awesome Pokemon Master Champion….King."

"I don't remember that, but okay….Ash Super Awesome Pokemon Master Champion King…now your age…is…13?"

"Seventeen," He lied.

Gullible as ever, his mother nods, "Oh! That's right…now, gender, male…okay, heart conditions…well there was that time you had a really high heart rate after running, so yes. Asthma, well you've never been very fit, so yes."

Ash opened his mouth to object but his mother continued.

"Phobias…..hmm, well when you were five you refused the kiddie pool, so water, oh then when you were seven you cried when you were stuck in that tree, so heights. When you were a baby you had a nightlight, so the dark. What about when you threw that clock at the wall? That means electronics, too."

"Next question," Ash breathed.

"Rightyo…let's see, other medical conditions…short temper and possible ADHD,"

Ash gritted his teeth, "Listen, I'm gonna leave you too it."

"Alright sweetie," She watched her son walk upstairs to his room.

Scene Change!

Brock and Misty were on the back of the Dragonite that Oak had sent for them. Wind, whipping through their hair, as they flew through the clouds.

"I'm not sure I get the point of all this!" Misty yelled over the wind.

"REV ENGE! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brock cackled.

Misty sighed.

After what felt like hours, they reached Pallet town.

Brock put the pokemon straight into a pokéball and they walked quickly to the lab, Brock chuckling repeatedly at how close Ash was to them.

They walked into the pristine lab and were greeted by an overenthusiastic lab assistant.

"HEY! HEY! HELLOOOOO!" The assistant screamed at them, "Isn't Oak great? His inventions are top of the line, especially the pokedex! Would you like some useless supplies? Like pokéballs, they look good, but don't actually work! What about a potion? It'll heal your pokemon perfectly as long as it's not over Level 5! May I interest you in some unhelpful information about stat changes?"

Drivenbyrevenge appeared, "For fuck's sake!" She shot him repeatedly until he was dead, "Sorry, I've always wanted to do that!"

Misty and Brock stared, mouths agape.

Nervously, driven laughed, "Driven away!" She used her wings to fly through the ceiling, shattering it, glass and plaster fell to the floor, creating a massive hole. She was gone.

"He's dead…"Brock stuttered.

"He had a good run," Misty shrugged.

They kept walking.

They found Professor Oak, at the far side of the lab, rolling in a pile of money, throwing it up in the air squealing like a little girl.

"What the…"Brock began but was interrupted.

"MONEY! I'M RICH! RICH I TELL YOU, YOU PUNY EARTHLINGS! RICH! RICH! RICH! NOW I CAN BUY ALL THE TOMATOES I WANT!" They noticed that there were hundreds of tomatoes behind the money pile.

"Tomatoes?" Misty snorted.

"TOMATOES!" Oak Shrieked and threw one at her.

It splattered over her clothes. She didn't move.

"Tomatoes?" Brock raised his eyebrows.

"YEP! ALL THE TOMATOES I COULD DREAM OF!" He jumped up and started rolling in the tomato pile.

"Maybe we should go," Brock started to back away.

"Oh, no you don't!" Oak threw a handful of tomatoes at him.

"We came to get Pikachu!" Misty shouted.

Suddenly, Pikachu bounced out of the money pile, wearing dark gangsta sunglasses, and a jacket made of money.

"This just keeps getting weirder…" Brock rolled his eyes.

Pikachu pulled out a microphone and suddenly started singing in a high pitched voice, "Girl please excuse me If I'm coming too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go. My girlfriend is out of town and I'm all alone. Your boyfriend's on vacation and he doesn't have to know! No I won't oh oh, oh oh! No one can do the things I'm gonna wanna to do to you! No I won't oh oh, oh oh! Shout it out, scream it loud let me hear you go! Baby I like it! The way you move on the floor! Baby I like it! Come on and give me some more! Oh yes I like it! Screaming like never before! Baby I like it! I, I, I like it!"

"What did you say about things getting weirder?" Misty looked at Brock.

"You can talk?" Brock looked at Pikachu.

Pikachu let the microphone roll away and looked up, " Pika pi?"

"Did he just talk?" Misty was shaking.

"We will never ever speak of that again…" Brock nodded.

"DEAL." Misty agreed.

"TOMATOES!" The professor threw several of them at Brock and Misty.

"Ick…" Misty wiped them off herself, "Gross…"

"Come on, Pikachu," Brock picked him up.

They turned to leave.

Oak ran up behind, screaming and crash tackled them both to the ground, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE YET! THE PARTY'S JUST GETTING STARTED!"

"I never liked parties all that much!" Brock tried to squirm away, but failed.

"And tomatoes aren't really my thing!" Misty kicked him.

The professor threw them into the tomato pile.

Covered in sticky red juices Brock Misty and Pikachu got up and once again tried to leave.

With a sigh, the professor laid down in the tomatoes, and seductively took a bite of one, "Oh, if you insist, I'll see you later! CALLLL MEEEE!"

Once they were about 2 metres away from him the three of them broke into sprints, running as fast as they could to get away.

"What the hell was that?" Brock panted once they were safely outside.

"Pika!" Pikachu agreed.

"We are never going back there, ever ever ever again!" Misty was shaking.

"Never ever," Brock wiped tomato seeds from his cheek.

A/N: Hmmm, even I thought that was a bit weird… Tomatoes? Uh-oh.

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