The park was nice, large, relaxing, peaceful, tranquil. Ponies and Pokemon frolicked in it together. It was quite novel, seeing actual frolicking.

...At least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Not two seconds after they’d arrived, Sam and Pancha had decided to see if there were anything ‘exciting’ in the park and gotten out of visual range.

"Well, that was to be expected." Pointed Rouge calmly as they looked at the still disappearing after images of their friends.

"At least from our comrade." Added Char. "I didn't expect your friend to do the same."

“From the way he tells it,” Lucy pitched in, “He always was a fan of the outdoors. Doesn’t even really like the train’s compartments. He’s probably making up for time lost.”

Vincent found a particularly large tree and settled in under it, sighing in comfort. “Whereas I merely like to relax.”

Greninja jumped at a tree branch above Vincent and leaned against the trunk in a similar way to the Kadabra.

"I agree with you both." Weiss commented as he looked at a nearby lake. "It’s nice to have such a time to relax like this."

"You do know we may have more times like these from now one, don't you Weiss?" Asked Char as he stood beside him.

"And I couldn't be more happy about it!" Exclaimed Rouge as she placed herself at the shore, dipping her small feet in the clear water. "Do you know how much I wanted a life just like this?"

It was a good thing she was looking at the water, as she missed the sad look on Weiss's face.

Gold, who decided to keep silent as told, was alongside Roa. Who, it turns out, was happily enjoying her time by talking with Valerie and Sylveon.

Simon on his end was looking at the trees. "A forest in the middle of the city, quite a good idea to keep things 'fresh and calm,’ not to mention it must do wonders with the pollution." He then remembered a little fact. "Oh yeah, no pollution here." And laughed.

The sonorous laugh of the Excadrill caught the attention of a rather big group of fillies being accompanied by a couple of Ponies. Apparently a school trip of sorts. The younger ponies couldn't do anything but stop to look with awe at the hot blooded Pokemon.

"Well hello there children!" Saluted Simon to the group, the fillies replied eagerly while the teachers seemed less eager but just as impressed with the talking 'mon.

Lucy cast an eye over at the children and thought about talking with them, but then realized it wasn’t her job to show off. Thus reassured, she settled herself under the same tree as Vincent, just on the other side, and closed her eyes as well. Sam, meanwhile, had returned from the park exploration with Pancha. “Meh. This park has…” his eyes alighted on the small ponies and he quickly changed tracks. “Had nothing. Where’d the mini-ponies come from?”

"Well, when Mama Pony and Papa Pony love each other very very much..." Pancha began. Sam gave her a quick ‘thwack’ upside the head with his claw before clarifying his earlier question.

“Dirty old man, A, and B, I was talking about a more immediate sense. I swear they weren’t here a minute ago.”

"They seem to have come with them." Pointed Char at the still speechless teachers, as he moved closer to the children's group, the children in response looked at both metallic Bug-types with even more awe.

The males at least. The girls didn't seem to care for them.

"These guys look like robots!" Cheered a couple of colts.

“Ah,” Sam observed. “So many...and only a few adults looking over them...that speaks of a class outing. Are we interrupting?”

"That would depend on the teacher's current state of shock." Included Weiss who preferred to keep himself away of the spotlight.

"They are so cool, and they are red!" Said another excited kid.

The girls, who decided to move on, had finally made eye contact with Rogue beside the lake.

"Are you one of these Pokemon miss?" Asked one of the fillies.

"Well I sure am darling." Replied the Roserade as she let a sweet perfume fill the place.

Vincent cracked an eye open and laughed quietly at the scene unfolding before him. He then noticed Simon nearby and sent a small pulse of thought at the Excadrill. Well, you wanted to show off, I don’t think another chance like this will just come falling into your lap anytime soon…

Simon gave Vincent a burning glance as he shouted, "Who the hell do you think I am!?" And so he jumped high into the air, used his drilling stance and pierced the ground.

There was nothing but small tremors as he continued to gain speed underground. Then another shout could be heard despite coming from below.

"Giga...!"

As the shout was heard, a small mound began to erupt from the ground.

"Drill..!!"

The mound continued to grow as the ground began to shake more and more. Finally there was a final shout.

"RUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!"

Then from the mound erupted as Simon shot like a bullet coming from the depths of the earth, and quickly continued towards the clouds high on the sky. Piercing them as if he were a hot knife on butter and making the whole sky clear as a result. A few seconds later came a brown and red meteorite which hit the ground with a small explosion.

"Was that impressive enough!?" Exclaimed Simon as he walked out of the crater he just made.

The teachers on their end finally fainted while Daring facehooved. The kids erupted in cheers and applause in return.

"And now it seems we are in charge of these kids for the time being." Observed Char.

Oh, that sounds like a recipe for disaster. Don’t you agree, Daring?

"You are kidding right?" Chuckled the explorer. "You are afraid of these toddlers?"

As she said this, the kids realized about their teacher's current condition, thus they began to frolic around both teams. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes all the tighter. TRYING to NAP here. Or at the very least, enjoy myself. He had, quite fortunately, directed his thoughts so that the children couldn’t hear him. Someone who likes kids willing to help? I’m barely past being one myself!

"Actually kid, everyone seems to be busy, well, almost everyone." Replied Weiss from his own, lonely, end. "I mean why do children dislike me? Don't I look cool with this coat or what?"

As he said this, the lonely Bisharp looked around. Rouge was currently making displays of floral life appearing before a small group of girls, while Pancha posed heroically besides Simon. Char seemed to keep some kids in awe with his mere presence and Greninja seemed to be eager to show off his Double Team move. Finally, Edge flew around in a way that could be considered dancing. Yes, each Merc had a small group with them, with the only exception being Weiss. Valerie and Sylveon seemed to keep an eye on the younger ones, a task they greatly enjoyed. Roa was happily helping the couple as she seemed to be less shy around the fillies. Even Gold seemed to have a small group interested in some of his stories. Daring of course was already with another small group too. And even so, there were a couple of child's around, giving interested glances at the other three, hoping they would do something awesome as well or at least share some sort of story.

“Eh...guys?” Sam said while looking over at the others. “Um...you know we don’t have any child-friendly stories...me doubly so…”

Lucy cracked an eye open and sighed at the sight of the children. “Really? I suppose this is our comeuppance for taunting the universe.” She got up and stretched a bit before motioning the kids in closer. “So. What would you lot like to know about us?”

"Wow! This one is a girl." Exclaimed one of the kids.

"So does that mean these two are a couple?" Wondered another.

“It seems that way, I mean she hasn't left the baldie's side so far." Theorized a different one.

"Ugh! Come on! This one looks like a brute kind, I doubt she is the 'girly' type!" Retorted yet another one.

Lucy’s eyes narrowed and she growled in the back of her throat before Vincent’s mental ‘voice’ rung out through the clearing. Hey, little ones? A few things. First of all, we’re not a couple, we, meaning the three of us, Lucy, myself, and Sam, that other giant red insect, are a family. Brothers and sister. Second, Lucy’s very…very protective of me. So, it’s probably a good idea to apologize.

"..."

The kids keep silent for a moment.

And then.

"Awwww! See, he cares for you!" Began a couple of girls as they clung to Lucy's sides.

"Although he is sort of dense." Added another girl.

"She just has to keep trying." Commented a tad bigger filly.

On the other side, the boys gathered around Vincent.

"So how come you guys are brothers then?" Began a chubby colt.

"No offense but I don't see the resemblance." Pointed a bespectacled kid.

"And what is with the tattoos on the forehead and belly?" Asked a bulky one.

Vincent chuckled a bit while already racing ahead and censoring his story. In its full version, its a very...very long story. Along with a very adult one. He ignored the moans and plowed on. Suffice to say, it started on Earth, where all the Pokemon originally came from. Once, I was a human, and my father...was a scientist. One who eventually lost his sense of right and wrong.

The kids seem to lose their interest once he said 'adult' and restart their interrogations. "Why do you have a moustache when you sound almost as young as us?"

"And what is with the hat?" Pointed one kid his hoof at the fancy item.

"Are you some sort of aristocratic or something?"

Well, Vincent replied in turn, The moustache is just something that all Kadabra grow naturally, the hat, here it floated off in a quick burst of blue power, and the Spoons floated above Vincent’s head in a similar glow, is where I keep my Spoons, instruments I can use to amplify my powers, and no, I’m not an aristocrat. Though I might not say no if presented with a chance. Now, do any of you actually want me to finish the story?

The boys barely listened to his answers as they began to ask him to levitate more stuff.

On the other side of the tree, Lucy was dealing with her more feminine entourage.

“Girls, please. First of all, none of you have apologized for insulting my brother there, so I’m still a little offended. And second, please keep your speculation to yourselves.”

"How did we offend him?" Asked a confused girl.

"And how are we speculating when it shows all over your face?" Retorted the same big girl of before.

"Like right now!" Pointed a young filly at Lucy's little blush.

Lucy looked to the first one and began answering. “First, you did insult him by calling him bald. Just because we don’t have manes or tails like ponies, doesn’t mean we don’t still have a fur coat. You don’t think that tail of his is so fluffy without there being hair of some kind there, right? And second, no. Just...no. We’re more family than anything like that. Plus, we’re...probably not much older than you lot.” She absently scratched the back of her head as she pondered the idea. “Huh. Evolution messes with our relative ages something awful…”

"So you have touched his tail then?" Asked an unseen filly among the group, the rest turning silent on the spot.

Lucy shook her head at that. “No! I can tell because I have eyes in my head, as could any of you! Sheesh…”

Not far from there, Char had thought it would be more considerate if he stood besides Sam, so that he wouldn't feel left aside. The kids didn't take long to start asking them crazy ideas and stuff. "Do you two fly?" - "does the red makes you go three times faster?" - "if I hit you with a rock will it hurt?"

Unlike the other groups, these little Ponies didn't seem to like to wait for their turn to talk. “Slow down, slow down!” the younger of the two Scizor's said while raising his claws. “Now, one at a time. Please!”

The kids replied with a huddle, occasionally looking up at the duo as they finally came up with a question to start.

"Okay then, we take it you two are of similar species." Began a colt with a big pair of frontal teeth. "So how come one of you is fatter than the other?"

As strong as Sam was, he was easily seen as 'wider' when being put beside the thinner Char. Sam blinked at the blunt question before looking both at himself, then at Char, then at himself again. “I...thought I’d gotten away from that,” he whispered to himself, not answering the colt’s question.

"To answer your query, I am a well trained soldier. It’s only normal for me to look slimmer." Said the Red Comet in a smooth tone, hoping to bust a bit of his new friend's morale.

The kids whispered among themselves at Char words, huddled again, and then asked again.

"So if he is a well trained soldier, than what are you to be this chuby?" Asked again the same big toothed colt.

Tears started to gather at Sam’s eyes as he remembered what had happened. It wasn’t his pain that tormented him. It was Vincent’s from that damn experiment. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Just...no. I thought I was away from that. Better than that.” He clenched his eyes shut, no longer quite paying attention to the world around him.

"First of all kid." Began Char once more with the same cool tone, albeit a bit colder. "You don't cry in front of kids." He said as he placed a claw over his shoulder. "They have no idea of whatever you have been through. Second." He then turned and faced the colt asking. "It’s funny to hear some pony asking about a physical problem when said some pony has teeth big enough to serve as a door."

At the end of his second speech, the kids began to laugh, the colt asking wasn't that eager to ask anymore but he was laughing as well.

"Third." Finished Char to Sam with an even colder voice as he looked at him directly to the eye. "Vincent may be the more powerful one of your team, but you have to be the stronger one. The past is the past, and even when it comes haunting for you, you must remember it is your past, is not from an ignorant brute, not from some sly talker and definitely not from children. That is your past and you have to live with it."

Sam gulped a few times as he got his breathing under control. He then turned to the kids and cracked half of a smile. “It’s a long and painful story about a scientist who lost all morality, kids. This is what he did to me, to see if it was doable.”

"Well that sucks!" Replied a new colt.

"But why didn't you beat him, I mean you have those for more than show right?" Another kid asked while pointing at their big claws.

Char again chuckled as he simply whispered a few lines to Sam. "They don't know about such hardships, there is no way they can understand what you told them. Let alone empathize with you. Keep things to their level."

Sam sighed and shook his head. “He was also very, very smart. Knew exactly how to keep Pokemon where he wanted them kept. We so much as twitched towards the exit, and his security systems would keep us contained.”

The looks on the fillies became interested as they started listening to his story all of a sudden. Sam rubbed the back of his head with one claw and continued his tale. “It probably didn’t help that there was another Pokemon in the system itself. And while the doctor may have gone to sleep, and his assistants as well...Bit never had to sleep. And one of the orders from the doctor was to keep us contained.”

"What is a Bit?"

Char chuckled again. Sam actually smiled and pointed at the colt who’d asked the question. “Now, while the cheeky reply would be ‘wouldn’t you know? They’re your coins!’” Here, the children laughed at the joke, including the one who’d asked. “The answer to your intended question, which should have been, ‘Who is Bit,’ is...well, Bit’s another one of the doctor’s experiments. He’s a Porygon-Z, and technically capable of living inside a computer, or anything advanced enough to hold him without blowing apart. The facility we were in? Bit was basically the second in command. The first being the doctor, of course. When we came here, it broke the hold the doctor had over him, and now Bit listens to Vincent over there.” Here Sam waved a claw at the nearby Kadabra.

A general 'ooohhhhh!' came from the kids, although a few 'what is a computer’ could be heard as well. Sam caught on and thought about it for a moment. “Okay, who here knows what a calculator is?” At the sight of the mass of raised hooves, Sam nodded. “Yeah, it’s a machine made to work out the answers to math problems. Humans, being the inventive monkeys they are,” he got a few chuckles and one 'Oi!' for that one, “Kept making them smaller and smaller and smarter and smarter. Until one day, they figured out how to make the calculators calculate more than just numbers. They put a load of tiny calculators together, wired it up to a screen and a keyboard, and began typing. And the screen began printing the words they were putting into it. With the machines now capable of doing work, well, humans kept improving their invention, which they came to call a computer. In the end, it was one of the backbones of human society.”

"That sounds awesome!" Replied the kids, only to add right after. "What is a screen?"

Char began to openly laugh at that point. Sam waved his claws around as he explained as rapidly as he could get the concepts across. “Think of it like a huge mirror, or black piece of glass, that can display anything from words to numbers. And that’s not all. Hook up a camera, a microphone, and a set of speakers to an advanced enough computer, and you could talk to someone in another region back on Earth. Someone figures out how to make a game? Share the game with your friends half a world away with a simple set of commands. Wanna watch a movie? No problem, just pop it in and grab your popcorn. Computers...yeah. Computers were awesome.”

The kids cheered in agreement. Char did the same, although it was more about Sam starting to get the hang of hanging out with the children.

Back under the tree, a certain Lucario was currently having a rather troublesome dilemma: should she hit or not the girls trying to support her.

“Girls. Girls, please. Girls, please stop drawing up plans and assuming things. Girls, Vincent and I are not a couple!” This last bit was nearly shouted, but Lucy restrained herself. Barely.

"Well du'uh, is quite obvious you two are not yet one, that is why are helping." Pointed out one of the girls.

"Have you tried using your own charms?" Inquired another filly in excitement.

"But how do we know if she is sexy?" Pointed out other girl. "No offense, but how do we even know if she is cute?"

Lucy sputtered a bit at the sheer cunning the girls were displaying. “I...well, it is true that certain species have different standards, however, some things are universal…” She was rambling now, spouting off half-remembered facts that Sam had once shared with her.

"Like?" Asked a lone girl as the rest awaited for her reply.

“Well, generally males look for females they can, uh, wait. Have you lot had ‘the talk’?” Sam had once done it to her, and when she recovered from the sheer traumatizing images, she thanked him for it.

The girls giggled at her question.

"Yeah lady," one began, "it’s part of our course." Despite the prideful attitude and tone she tried to fake, it was obvious that such topic was still alien for them, for some extend at least. Lucy pointed a paw at the one who spoke up.

“Ah. But just because it’s part of your course doesn’t mean you’ve had it yet. And I want honest answers!”

Again, the girls seemed to be taken back from Lucy's sudden turn of the tables, as they looked embarrassed and shy all of the sudden. Yet one lifted her blushing face and replied.

"It was so... Embarrassing!" She squealed as she tried to cover her face with her hooves.

"My dad even used a couple of puppets with me." Added another one.

"Lucky you, my mom is a doctor, she gave me a very detailed book about it." Deadpanned another filly.

Lucy pointed at the ones who spoke up and decided to turn the screws a little tighter. Just one notch. “And now, you are all thinking of your mom and dad doing the things they talked about, because they had to, because you’re standing here in front of me.”

Nothing but silence was her answer. Until a single voice pointed out, "And aren't you thinking about doing the same with your 'brother' then?"

Lucy actually choked up before she replied. “No! At least, not yet. I’d have to…” She trailed off as she realized she caught herself in their trap, but it was far too late.

The little group around her smiled devilishly.

"Oh, so you do find him sexy then?" Asked a girl with glee.

"We couldn't tell if he really was worth it." Noted another while quickly adding. "No offense!"

"But what part do you like about him?" Asked a girl with a tone way too similar to a reporter.

Lucy sighed and crouched slightly. “Okay, Lucarios, which is what I am, actually have a younger form. It’s known as Riolu, and Riolu only Evolve into Lucarios when they have a very, very strong bond with another being, during the day. Vincent...he said a set of simple words, but he said them with such…power, that I realized that he meant them from the bottom of his heart. Were it Bit or Sam, I doubt I would have Evolved, but Vincent…”

"So you like the poetic types huh?" Asked a girl in disbelief. "That is sort of cute." She finished sincerely.

"But even when you like his... Big... Head..." Began another girl as she noticed how Vincent's head was, indeed, big. "What other thing do you like of him?"

"Yeah! That's how you fall for him, but what keeps you there?" Inquired a little tomboy filly.

Lucy smiled. “True, he’s smart. He kept getting fed information, and he’s quite intelligent and is only going to get more clever now that he’s a Kadabra. But I didn’t say the words he said. I...may have to tone them down a bit…” At the giggling of the fillies, Lucy cleared her throat, and they fell silent again. “‘I would see my family safe, comfortable, and for that I would do anything. Darn your rules and morals, these three mean more to mean than such ideals!’” The girls were silent as Lucy explained. “For us, his family, he would do anything. Even during his time under that...horrible scientist, his heart never broke. We were always there for one another, when the memories became too much to bear alone. And here, he continues to care and look out for us. How...how could I not?” She whispered.

"Awww! That is so sweet." Commented a pink coated filly as he gave Vincent a respectful glance.

"I thought he would have said something more romantic." Retorted dryly a filly next to her.

"But..." Shyly began a small child. "Isn't that Stockhooves syndrome? I mean, you said you only knew those three for years so, and as you said, how could you not fall for him, he is pretty much the only option you had."

"Yeah, the red bug doesn't seem to be your type." Added another girl bluntly.

Lucy sighed at the idea, not quite familiar with the phrasing or the concepts behind it. “Okay, tell me up if I’m wrong, but...isn’t that where you form a bond with your captor?”

"Yeah..." Replied the girl slowly.

"We get it, he wasn't your captor." Burst in another filly. "What she’s trying to say is that you only knew him, and the others, you would fall for him. Besides you just said he was there for you. So how do you know you do like him?"

Lucy smiled faintly at that. “First of all, he wasn’t always a Kadabra, he was a human. We weren’t even compatible, and he...probably hasn’t had ‘the talk.’ I’ll have to ask. Won’t that be unpleasant. And second,” she said over the giggling fillies, “I did have another option. I had the option to just walk away, leave, now that we’re in this new world. And for a time, I did.”

"And did you meet another possible special somepony... Ehm... special somemon?" Wondered a girl in confusion. Lucy nodded at her.

“A former human named Maylene had been brought here with her Lucario partner, and they were not romantically involved. I had a male of my own kind in front of me, but it was they who helped me realize what love was. And what I had for Vincent. I trained under them both in learning what it meant to really be a Lucario, and I could have chosen to stay. I chose to return to him.”

"That is soooo cute!" Repeated herself one of the fillies.

"Okay, so you like him. What about him?" Inquired the same annoying one of before. "And don't say he sees you as a sister, there has to be something he likes about you."

“I. Don’t. Know,” Lucy growled out. “Like I said. He hasn’t had ‘the talk’. He’s...oblivious. He’s protective of us...probably because we’re the only ones he ever knew, and wants to keep us close so that he doesn’t wind up alone. It’d be easier to stop a Golem from rolling downhill!” She punctuated her frustration with a punch to the ground, which actually gave way before her paw. The Lucario blinked a few times before chuckling and withdrawing that paw. “It’s...frustrating, putting up with that about him.”

"Mhm... You know, Babs had a good point before." Said one of the girls after a group chuckle. "We don't know if you are pretty or not. What is supposed to be attractive to your kind?"

“Well,” Lucy began listing off, “A Lucario’s connection to the Aura is important; how well you can sense and manipulate it.” To demonstrate, the organs on the back of her head lit up blue, and a slight glow surrounded her form before she killed both. “In addition, your ability to maintain your coat is a good sign,” here she preened slightly; not too bad, but she’d battle for a decent spa. “As well as your sense of justice, that’s highly important. And then there are the spikes. They’re supposed to be a sign of adulthood, rite-of-passage sort of thing, and a lot of importance is attached to getting and maintaining them.”

"The first two won't do." Proclaimed one of the girls. "Neither would the whole justice stuff."

"The coat is a good start, we girls have to look pretty after all." Commented a girl as she rearranged her mane.

"But what was that about spikes? You mean that on your chest?" Pointed a filly at Lucy with her hooves.

Lucy stiffened but slowly nodded while also displaying her paws. “Not just that one, either. And thanks to that…doctor,” she hissed, “mine are smaller than normal. Which, I suppose, is better than none at all. And Vincent…” She sighed and shook her head before softly saying the next bit; the fillies in front of her could barely hear it. “He...had to watch…”

"So you are afraid your chest is small then?" Asked a filly in confusion. Lucy shook her head at that before replying.

“No,” she said, “I know my spikes, the things that are supposed to be a mark of my maturity, are smaller than they should be. I even had Maylene comment on it.”

"Don't you think there can be a way to make them bigger then?" Commented a filly while pondering. "Like pulling them or massaging them?"

"I heard there are some cookies that help with that!" Added another filly quite eagerly.

A short distance away, Sam was grateful, again, for his red shell. It helped hide the blush he would have had otherwise from hearing these sweet little innocent females say such things.

“Girls, no, it’s…” Lucy sighed and hung her head; she didn’t like the idea of crushing their spirits, but she was about to, it would seem... “It’s what that doctor did. He modified me. It’s...It’s not something I can change easily. If at all. It would take probably a few of your doctors to even find a baseline for my kind, considering we’re all entirely new here, and then they’d have to spend time figuring out what was done to me and how easily it could be reversed.”

"Mhm..." One of the girls began to think and finally suggested. "Okay, so you won't be able to grow them in a while. But how do we know he doesn't like your small spikes?"

“True, some colts don’t just look at the size of a mare’s mane."

“Yeah! It’s not the size, it’s whether or not your special somemon likes it that matters!”

"Or do you think he is the kind that likes only looks?" Finished a girl with sarcasm, since all Lucy had told them didn't show such a thing to be true.

Lucy held her paws out in front of her for a moment of peace. “Girls. Ultimately, you’re asking these questions of the wrong ‘mon.” She jerked one paw behind her to point at Vincent entertaining the colts. “Like I said. I don’t know what he likes. He probably hasn’t had ‘the talk’. And broaching the subject around him is going to be so Arceus-damned awkward! I just...I just don’t know how to go about it…” She slumped slightly and sighed in defeat.

"Well, we were asking you if you trust him." A girl said slowly. Lucy nodded once before replying.

“I’d trust him with anything. I just wish that some days I was the psychic, so I’d be able to go about this with a bit of knowledge…”

"Then just trust in yourself!" Cheered the girls matter-of-factly. The Lucario blinked a few times before asking a rhetorical question in the face of their boundless enthusiasm.

“Is it really that simple?”

"Well, it should be. I mean, if you don't trust yourself then who will?" Inquired another filly so sure of herself she could easily be talking about air being what they breath. Lucy smiled and nodded a few times.

“Thanks...I think I needed that. No, I know I did.”

On the other side of the tree, Vincent was levitating his Spoons around, along with his hat. This is not a toy! Psychic is both a type, and the name of a very dangerous battle move! Would you please calm down?!

"Can you lift one of us if you wanted to?" Asked an excited colt, ignoring Vincent entirely.

I could probably juggle you lot if I closed my eyes, grabbed my Twisted Spoon, and really cut loose with all my strength, but that is known to be a bad idea. Anyone have the requisite bravery to ask why? Vincent’s tone nearly shut all the colts up. Nearly.

All the colts silently raised their hooves. Vincent pointed at one, designating him as the current spokes-colt.

The colt smiled widely as the rest just groaned their bad luck. The boy didn't seemed to care as he eagerly asked, "why!?"

My first form was an Abra, Vincent said slowly, so that the words were understood. And it was required that I get a certain amount of rest every day, otherwise my powers would behave strangely. They still did when I got emotional. My current form, a Kadabra, here a few colts said ‘oh’ as they drew the connection between the names of the two forms, has so much psychic power that if I don’t either watch myself or use it up constantly, then things get very bad for those around me. Delicate machinery? Broken. He made a small ‘explosion’ with one of his hands. Clocks? They start running backwards. The same hand made a counterclockwise circle a few times. Oh, but the best part? Headaches for everyone. Your brain is also known as a delicate piece of machinery… He let the words trail off there.

"So..." One colt began. "Is your third form going to be called 'Buu?'”

"Shouldn't his other form have been called 'Bibidi' or 'Babidi' then?" Inquired another boy.

Heh, Vincent chuckled. Nah...My final Evolution is called Alakazam. Not sure if I’ll ever get it, though. Still...I wasn’t born with this power, so learning to regulate it is...let’s leave it at ‘an adventure’.

Another choir of 'oh!' come from the colts.

"And what kind of adventures do you have?” asked one of the youngest member out of the young ones.

Well, let’s see, the Kadabra mused. When I was an Abra, I got a bit emotional down in Las Pegasus and threw around some slot machines. At least, so I’ve been told. I also helped track down a mob boss when she decided that Pokemon should get out of ‘her’ city. And then...well, let’s just leave it at ‘I punished her.’ I’ve got more power than I had before coming to Equestria, but the cost is so much higher as well…

"So you have been a bully then?" Snarled one of the kids.

"Such an adventure then." Added another one as the kids mumble a couple of things to themselves.

HEY! Vincent practically shouted. Okay, first, these things? Here he pointed to his ears. Not for show! And second, NO! Not just no, but HELL NO! In the case of the mob boss, she kept trying to go for my friend Bit because he had information on her operations that he stumbled across. I kept protecting him because it’s what I DO! Would you rather I just toss him to her and let him suffer? We’ve done enough of that, thank you kindly!

"And I am sure you made use of your powers to that." Replied one of the kids coldly.

"Yeah, I bet you couldn't have done much if it wasn't for those powers of yours." Added yet another one.

Okay, fine. Let’s put it to you like this. You three. Here Vincent pointed at three colts, one of each tribe. Say someone older than you is picking on a friend of yours. And none of the other adults are listening or paying attention to when you tell them about it. Do you just stand back and let them suffer? Or do you use your fancy wings, neat magic, or durability to stand up for him or her?

"Can our fancy stuff make machinery go haywire?"

"Or turn time... Clocks... Whatever!"

"Or cause headaches?"

You have a fair point, Vincent conceded. And heck, there’s a reason you all can hear me when my lips haven’t been moving. But I either have to really concentrate or really lose myself in my emotions for that to happen. And I’m typically good about that. It’s not supposed to happen unless I’m using at least one spoon, after all. And if you rag on about my strength being too much, I’ll point out that your fancy things can cause accidents when you’re not watching yourselves. I’m sure there’s more than one instance of a pegasus dropping something from a great height, or a unicorn misfiring a spell, or an earth pony not knowing their own strength...

'He does know they ARE kids right?' Asked Weiss to himself. Only to add why was he so alone right after.

"Yeah, whatever." scoffed one of the colts. "As if our mistakes can throw machines around."

"Or blow things up." tacked on another colt.

"Not to mention the mass hysteria your kind can cause." Finished another one matter-of-factly.

Vincent’s eyes narrowed as he pointed at a unicorn. The first two, we only have to look at a unicorn for. Well...maybe a unicorn. Throwing things like slot machines around should be easier with magic, especially if you have a mark in moving or blowing things up. And for the last remark, I have this to say.

Here he actually stood up and glared at the kids. My kind before coming to Equestria was a human. And despite that, I formed a bond with three Pokemon. A bond strong enough that I call them kin. To disparage Pokemon is to attack my family. I only reacted as badly as I did in Las Pegasus because Business Mind went for my family. For them, I would do anything. Do ponies not feel the same way about their families?

A small pebble smacked Vincent on the back of his head with pinpoint accuracy. From his end Weiss looked coldly at the Psychic-type as he had another pebble ready to Fling at him. As soon Vincent turned to look at him, the Bisharp moved his lips to say a single, soundless, line.

'Calm down!'

As Vincent returned to face the young but annoying colts he found some fear in their eyes as they slightly backed away from him. The Kadabra sighed a bit and sat back down.

I...apologize. Like I said, I wasn’t born an Abra. And my biological father...he wasn’t the dad of the year. I have far too much pain and anger locked up in my heart. That’s...another reason we went on a trip. To try and make some happy memories to replace the bad ones.

"Well... you sure seem to need them." Pointed out the colt closest to him as a group of new murmurs took over the colts as they seemed to have realized they had taken their 'prank' a bit too far.

Vincent closed his eyes and said, quite simply. Fifteen years. So much pain. And without so much as a by-your-leave, Arceus drags us all here without telling you lot first. There’s bound to be...friction, when the world of ponies and the world of Pokemon interact. At least, until the rough edges get smoothed over.

"... I..." One of the colts started, "I would do all I could to help my family."

"Dude, I guess that is a given for everyone." Replied another one with a sarcastic tone.

"But then what are you planning to do from now on?" Inquired a boy with curiosity. "I mean, you said you were a prisoner of some sort, so what will you all do now that you are all free?"

Vincent opened his eyes and smiled at the colts. Take a trip around Equestria, now that we can. And when we go back to Las Pegasus, I plan to look into becoming a detective. But the most important thing is quite simple.

The Kadabra looked up and his smile only grew. We’re going to be there for one another. No matter what.

"Well, I have heard worse plans." Deadpanned a colt.

"And less cheesy." Joked another.

Our darker times are many, Vincent said while not looking at the colts. And when I got emotional, I was recalling only a fraction of mine. It took my family to snap me out of my state. It’s as much for you or any bystanders as it is for us. Frankly, I’m not sure there’s anyone who could help us besides each other.

A sonorous "~ahem~" come from behind the group as a lone Bisharp kept his vigilance.

Well yes, Vincent snarked, there is the ‘beat you into submission’ option, but that doesn’t help in the long run, now does it?

"As far I know, it has worked twice. One by my team and another from whoever this Abby is." Replied Weiss from his place. "So how about learning how to take things more calmly?"

The group of kids chuckled in response.

"So you have been defeated twice?" One of the colts asked.

Well when you’re an Abra, you’re not known for your fighting prowess. Though I will say I pull off a mean set of Teleport tricks. Luke knew his stuff. Took out a three-pony hit-squad by creatively Teleporting around them, making them run into walls trying to grab me, and then dropping them on one another. And in the case of Weiss and his team, let’s face it, they have far more real-world experience that I do. Than...any of us do. The most battle experience any of us had was the simulator. That being said, I like Lucy’s chances against him.

"I take that is a challenge then!" Proclaimed Weiss with surprising joy. "But I presume you want the match once you guys return to Las Pegasus right?"

The kids seemed a bit depressed as their sudden promise of action was suddenly cut short.

I’ll let Lucy decide that...although your face after taking two Aura Spheres to it sorta tells me who might win. And yeah, I have more to see yet. So young ones! Here the group of small ponies turned to look back at Vincent. What is there to see in Equestria?

"You guys could go to Baltimare in the South." Suggested a colt.

"Or you can go see the capital of the Kingdom, Canterlot." Added another one.

"They had to pass through there when coming here from Las Pegasus you dofus!" Retorted yet another.

Actually, Vincent interjected, We took an overnight train from Las Pegasus. Didn’t move off it at all. Woke up in time to eat and get ready before getting off yesterday. So we didn’t spend any time anywhere else.

"...HA!" Triumphantly exclaimed the former colt.

"You could also go to Ponyville as well." Suggested a girl who had joined the group, alongside the rest of the girls and Lucy. "I have bunch of my family there, not to mention the six national heroines live there. And the new princess too!"

"We get it Babs, Ponyville is awesome." Deadpanned, again, a colt.

That’s a lot of good reasons, Vincent said honestly. So that one’s probably on the list. The Kadabra decided to say nothing about how it probably already had been. So, what about this Canterlot place?

"I would recommend the castle's gardens, they are quite delightful. And don't miss a chance to look at the many vitrals it has, they are quite a sight." Replied Weiss with a wide smile. "But aside from that, I am afraid I also went on a tight schedule that time. So I can't be much help there."

...Why do I get the feeling that asking you to be specific about your tight schedule will only invite suffering?

"Of course not!" Weiss retorted calmly. "It may be confusing and startling, but never suffering!"

...Okay then, not asking. Any ponies want to chip in about Canterlot?

“Oh! There is the Sundial as well." Added Weiss as he remembered it as if were just another thing to look at.

"I think meeting the royal princesses would be more interesting than a day only clock." Pointed out one of the kids.

Lucy turned to the child in question and fired on maximum snark. “So nice to hear you respecting your sun ruler. Maybe we should tell her that. Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned that your sun is useful for telling time.”

"That isn't false though." Pointed other kid while the previous one did all he could to become unnoticeable.

Is there something about this Sundial I’m missing? Vincent mused.

"It’s supposed to be linked to mega stones." Simon answered as he walked past the group, a small mountain of kids on his back.

"... yeah, what he said." Confirmed the Bisharp.

Interesting. Is it something you think we should investigate? Now the Kadabra was sitting forward, his head turned to look at Weiss.

"What? The three stories tall pink diamond with hundreds of thousands of reflections?" Replied the mercenary with sarcasm. "Nah, it’s the stones linked to it what you three should really be looking for."

“Oh, we’ll just put that on our shopping list,” Sam deadpanned. “Tell me, how exactly are we supposed to go about getting those things when we’re on a completely different planet now?”

"..." Weiss keep silent as he looked at Sam with disbelief. He then picked himself up, walked toward the Scizor, and poked him in the chest with his gauntleted hand, a metallic sound coming from it as he raised an eyebrow.

Vincent chuckled a bit. I think what he means is, do you think Arceus would even entertain audiences about such things? I’m of half a mind to see him myself.

"Tell him I say hi." Added Weiss with a smile of his own, a very mischievous one.

...Hey, Pancha, Char, Edge, do you think I should listen to him about that? Vincent was of two minds about whether or not to pass on the message, and sought the opinion of those who knew him.

"Por que no!" Chirped the Hawlucha.

"It may be a good way to start things." Suggested the Scizor.

"Not to mention it would make him less 'lordy' when talking to you." Finished the Noivern.

...Okay then. I’ll at least mention you lot. No promises beyond that. And actually, here the Kadabra looked to the sky and the sun’s lower position in it, it’s probably about time for these young ones to be on their way. As well as us. Any ideas how to wake their teachers up?

"I think our fairy maiden is dealing with them right now." Noticed Char as Valerie talk with the now awake, and less scared, teachers.

"Then I guess this is all for you kids." Proclaimed Weiss. None of the kids seem to hear him. "... fu-...buck you people."

Mayhap one of us, Weiss? The Kadabra made a sound akin to clearing his throat, somehow, and that got the attention of the young ones by projecting his ‘voice’ to include all of them. Children, it’s getting late, and your parents will be worried soon. If you’d be so kind, please find your teacher, so they don’t have to go looking for you.

Weiss merely crunched down and drew circles with a stick as the kids properly listened to Vincent.

As each Pokemon present, plus a mare, had been looking after the fillies, there was no one lost and the class leave the park with no further problems or delays.

"Such a nice bunch." Edge said as she heard them leave.

Lucy nodded absently, forgetting that Edge couldn’t see it. “I’d like to think that was good for all of us. Let us try and paint things in a...is the term foal-friendly here? Foal-friendly light. We won’t forget, but...it helped a bit, sharing, and seeing that the young didn’t care.”

“Yeah,” Sam added. And then he leaned in and whispered to Lucy. ”Don’t think you were so silent, little miss. We’re going to talk, later. You’re just lucky Vincent’s as oblivious as a rock and was occupied with the colts.”

Lucy coughed, blushed, and looked away from both Sam and Vincent. The Kadabra got up, stretched, and looked around. Aaah...whelp. Back to the hotel for us, and then on to the train. Meet you there?

"Sounds good for me." Said Weiss as he raised up and dusted himself off. "But I have to ask; did you kids learn something today?"

Checkmate as a whole, or at least as 'whole' the group was currently, gave the trio a 'we warn you' look.

Lucy looked to the Bisharp and nodded once. Sam shot a look at Char and smiled before replying verbally. “Yeah, a bit.”

Vincent, on the other hand, gave Weiss an unamused look before stating his answer. You know I did. Heck, you were a big part of it. Why are you even asking?

"Huh...?" Replied the mentioned Bisharp. "Oh, you meant the kids!" Then he laughed. "I meant about tempting fate."

Then Rouge smacked him with a vine.

"Of course, we are glad to know you at least learned from this experience."

"I would suggest though." Added Simon, who seemed to have enjoyed the time immensely. "You guys really, really! Need to work on your patience."

“Good luck with that,” Sam said in a tired tone. “Yeah, I tend to enjoy the outdoors and I love my space. But being their big brother figure for so long, I can tell you one thing about those two. They’re less patient than me. And I think they’re making up for their childhoods.”

Lucy and Vincent nodded while smiling all the while. Welcome to the broken family of Nurem, where the only thing keeping us from going crazy is each other!

Again the park was filled with laughter, this time though, it came from the whole team.

"I presume you kids have that part right at least." Say Weiss as he cleaned a few tears from his eyes.

"We aren't precisely sane to begin with, so its good to have someone as nuts to balance us around." Added Edge.

"And it’s never an easy job!" Shouted Simon with pride, oblivious to the incredulous looks he was receiving.

"But with one of you knowing when to keep a cold head, that’s more than enough” agreed Char as he looked at Sam.

"Being the sensible one is not an easy task though." Continued Rouge. "There may be times when just letting go would be easier, but then..."

"Then what difference is there between you and a monster." Solemnly said Edge.

"Unless you are Alice, because sanity doesn't matter as long there is dinero!" Joked Pancha in the end.

Meanwhile in Zebrica, a grumpy Vespiquen sneezed.

Back in the park, the three family members shared a look and a nod. “Eh, we share the cool head, swap the attitude around as needed,” Sam began.

“Rather simple too, we all made the same promise, and we remind each other when we need to,” Lucy continued.

We are not him, we will never be him, and we will bring each other back to reality if we begin acting like him or like he got to us. And for that, I thank you, Weiss. You snapped me back earlier. The Kadabra finished the promise the family made, saying the words ‘he’ and ‘him’ with such venom that none could mistake who he was talking about.

"Don't mention it." Replied Weiss as he offered Vincent a hand. However the tone he used was apologetic, the look of his eyes was regretful and the enthusiasm of the mercenaries vanished. Although just for a second.

"We enjoyed having time to teach, rather than causing chaos for a change." Added Rouge with her usual and elegant personality back in place.

From the slight flicker in Vincent’s eyes, their attitude change probably hadn’t gone unnoticed. However, whether or not he did catch it, there was no mention of it by him. And we enjoyed learning. C’mon guys, you know it’s gonna take a few trips to get everything out.

With that, the trio that made up the family left the park with only a wave in parting to Checkmate.

Vincent sighed for the fifth time as he tapped one foot on the platform. You’d think that, for something that probably has a clock embedded in his code somewhere, Bit would be more punctual.

Apparently, the Porygon-Z had gotten a bit...engrossed in reading the literature that Manehatten had to offer. Sam and Lucy chuckled at the sight of the impatient Kadabra waiting on the arrival of Bit, which caused him to turn and look at them with a raised eyebrow.

What?

“Oh, nothing,” Sam said. “Just, who was it who was complaining about not being able to sleep in the other day? I think it was a little psychic in training.”

“Yeah, you were never the picture of punctuality, Vincent.”

The Kadabra scoffed a bit at that and waved a hand at them. None of us were, but seeing as how the trains here apparently run on time, would it be too much to ask Bit to do the same?

At that moment, the program’s voice came from behind them, startling the small family. “I am not late, or early. I arrive exactly when I mean to, which is three minutes before the train is set to pull out of the station, so that we can board and get comfortable just in time.”

The trio, after recovering from their small heart attack, shot a glare at Bit. Vincent then shot a small pulse of thought down the platform to where Checkmate was, carrying a simple message with it. Dammit all, Xavier, what did you teach Bit while you two were off learning?!

'Timing.' Was all the Metagross replied as the other, and bigger, group approached them. All of them smiling as always, the only exception being those who weren't mercenaries. They didn't seem that different, but they did look like they were afraid of some imminent explosion.

"Our apologies." Said Char as they arrived. "Our friend here had a sort of 'challenge' with your friend about who could consume more information in the library."

"And before you think your boy had it easy, I should mention Xavier never limited how they would get the information." Pointed Rouge.

"Long story short, he began to extract the knowledge from everypony. Thus Bit had to get serious." Explained Weiss with a third chuckle. "He may be quoting a few books from now on."

“Or until I next go into standby mode to sort the information,” Bit replied. “Something I’m good at, and I know quite a bit about this world, now. I merely wish they had a computer system. Then again, I don’t think they quite needed one before.”

“Ah well,” Sam replied. “Maybe we’ve inspired a few young ones from the park by telling them about computers.”

You mean, maybe you did. I do believe the train’s about to pull out, though. Shall we board?

As the train's whistle sounded, Edge made a cringing expression.

"And that seems to be my sign to leave, see you bunch at the fancy city!" And without saying anything else, she left before another call to board hurt her further.

The remaining Pokemon, plus one Pegasus, boarded right after Vincent's family.

'Boy.' Xavier said with a serious tone. 'I have a proposition for you.'

Listening for as long as the ride lasts, Vincent thought back as he settled himself in his seat.

The Shiny Pokemon was too bulky to be on a regular cart. He had to take a cargo 'seat' instead. That, however,didn't stop him from keeping in touch with the rest.

'The ride is around eight to ten hours long. I think that is more than enough time for me to teach you some self-control, as well any other trick I know. As long you are willing of course.’ For the first time in forever, Xavier was using a humble tone when asking Vincent.

...Hmm...so long as we do it while I’m sleeping. I just couldn’t seem to get enough as an Abra, and I think some of that’s stuck with me as a Kadabra. I’d be a fool to turn down any help you’d be willing to provide. After all, you’ve been a Pokemon and a Psychic-type all your life. Even now, Vincent could feel the beginnings of sleep tugging at his mind.

'I am pleased with your reply.' Honestly commented the tactician. 'But I would take this moment to say something to your family, because once we start this, I won't stop.'

Eh, unless it’s vital information I have to pass on, I’d rather we just start. Sam and Bit are used to such things from my time with Luke, and we’ve told Lucy about it, so they won’t be startled at all.

'Even after a couple of years?'

...if you even come close to making me miss Ponyville, I swear, I will break out.

'Eight to ten hours.' Xavier began to explain himself. 'For the mind, that can become to almost a decade.' He let his words to be understood by the sleepy Kadabra before continuing. 'You really don't want to say anything to them before starting?'

...They won’t notice. And if it helps, I’ll bear it. But let’s do try to make it fast from our point of view?

'Kid, I will only be the one teaching, how fast we get results will depend on you.' And with that said time become slower for only the both of them.

Vincent smiled and cracked his neck in the new landscape. “As I told Luke during the last day of my training in Las Pegasus...Bring. It. On.”

Morning brought a rocking sensation to the family of Pokemon, and Vincent stretched a bit before sighing. Yikes. I think I know how Bit feels sometimes. So much information!

‘It will take some time for your body to get used to the new knowledge.’ Clarified Xavier with a more familiar tone. 'I would suggest you to train for real once you can.'

The Kadabra took note of the fact that his family was still asleep and smiled softly. Five and a half relative years had passed between him and Xavier that night, and he regretted none of it. Not if it would help keep them safe. Hey, Xavier? Thanks. Also, how long to Ponyville, do you know?

'It was the least I could do after what we did...' He didn't mean the whole chaos of yesterday though. Real yesterday. 'And we still have a couple of hours before arriving. And we are arriving in Canterlot by the way. I thought you had a better memory that that.' Pointed out the Metagross sarcastically.

I’m not an Alakazam yet, though with your tricks, once I properly integrate them, others might mistake me for one. Besides, I’ve slept through all my train rides so far. Makes it hard to remember the stops between.

'You slept over six weeks in there, I think it’s safe to say you should start working on fixing that sleep issue of yours.' Joked Xavier with a chuckle. 'But being sincere, I must admit your abilities surprise me enormously. I thought you would need a decade to learn what I have to teach, yet you only needed half the time. Once you evolve for a third time, your powers will be so great that only the legendaries will be able to hone them any further.'

Okay, first of all, do not knock the sleeping. I concede I may enjoy my rest a bit more than most, but that’s probably a residue of having Abra DNA fused to my own back on Earth. And second, what can I say? I seem to keep running into a series of very good teachers. Now if you’ll pardon me, I need to locate the dining car. Or Weiss. One for food, and one to say farewell to if you intend to get off at Canterlot.

'He is already in the dining car,' Provided the now appointed teacher. 'And I would have thought you would want to hug your siblings as soon we came back, after all you did nothing but talk about them whenever you could.'

And wake them up before they want to be? Blasphemy! Plus, there’s something you never do to the Subjects. You never…ever, startle them. If you want to live, anyways. With that ominous phrase, the Kadabra started heading to the dining car after quite discreetly plucking it from the mind of a nearby pony engineer.

As Vincent approached the car, Weiss received a quick report from Xavier.

"Welcome back." He cheerfully saluted as he and Char had a couple of drinks on their hands, one of them meant for Vincent. "So how long was it since the last time we talked?"

From your point of view, probably only yesterday. Also, that better not be alcohol: I’m still underaged and I don’t even want to imagine the effects that it would produce in me, and the effects I would produce while it was in me.

"In order: yes it is alcohol, but don't worry, it’s a soft drink. Technically you are twenty one now, so let's celebrate your mental growing. And I am sure Xavier taught you how to keep your mind under control." Listed Weiss matter-of-factly as he kept the drink offered at Vincent.

"Is only sidra kid." Clarified the red comet as Weiss give him an annoyed look.

"Party pooper..."

Being taught is one thing. Applying the teachings and trainings until I do it without thinking about it is another matter altogether. And applying alcohol to the mix beforehand will not help me at all. Soooo, no. Not taking it, though thanks for the offer. I’m still going for my usual breakfast fare until the trainings have had time to assimilate properly into my body. And if I find out that my family’s learned of this thing Xavier and I did before I break the news to them...it will not end well for whoever did it.

"It is your family kid. We have no right to do that." Clarified Char as he took a sip from his own beverage.

"You do know you are resistant to Poison right?" Inquired Weiss a bit sarcastically.

Poison is one thing. I’m not eager to go around testing whether alcohol falls under the typing system by trying to give myself a hangover. There’s a limit to my curiosity, and the line is typically drawn before self-harm comes into the equation. At this, the psychic had finally found a pony who’d give him cereal and milk, and was munching happily on it. Though I wonder if you can say the same. From some of the things I picked up from Xavier, it’s not looking likely…

"It makes things fun!" Proclaimed the former human as he gulped his drink in one go. Only to look disappointed right after. "And to answer your theory: yes. Alcohol is a kind of poison, I’ve been trying to feel at least a bit tipsy, but after a bottle and a half I feel as sober as someone lost in the desert."

"Not to mention it is just sidra." Pointed Char again. "It has less than 5% of alcohol by volume in it."

Interesting. Two thoughts. One, once I properly get myself worked out from that little training session, I may decide to try some. And two, I suddenly feel bad for any human who enjoyed a drink that no longer can because they’re resistant or immune to poison. Besides you, that is, because I have a feeling you’ll work something out.

"I was thinking about getting lost in a desert to real and see if I can get sun drunk." Weiss shamelessly joked.

"I always liked to drink, not so I could get wasted, but as a reminder of how life can have its sour moments." With that said, the Scizor emptied his glass as well and finished. "And as a way to accept them willingly."

A fine way of thinking, Vincent said while nodding. Maybe when I’m ready, I’ll find my own ways regarding drinking and be able to vocalize them half as well as you. But for now...ah yes, my family stirs. They’ll be up in a minute, but that’s a minute I can use to do this.

The Kadabra walked over to stand in front of Weiss and stuck one hand out. While our meeting was less than ideal, I can at least say that we’ll part as better acquaintances, and perhaps if we meet again, we can call one another friend. Here he winked. Especially if you meet me back in Las Pegasus, I know a shiny Sandslash that does a mean pizza.

"It was a quite shocking first impression, I’ll give you that." Complimented Weiss as he took Vincent's hand with his own, no metal gauntlet in the middle. "But I am glad to have been able to meet you, Vincent Nurem. And I look forward to being treated with this pizza." He joyfully added at the end.

Oi, Mary doesn’t do ‘treats’ anymore. She only did it for me once as a gift when we met each other in this new world. She made it quite clear that even I’m expected to pay now afterwards. If you think I’m just going to cover your lunch cost-free, then you’re nuts! Especially considering the size of your team!

"But don't you have like a lot of bits?" Pointed out the mercenary with a grin.

"We can always use the empire's IOU's." Suggested Char.

Might be worth it, Vincent said. Or I might come up with something else you lot can do for me to repay me. You never know.

With that, the Kadabra made his way back to the compartment his family was resting in.

Author's Notes:

Part three and the final part of this crossover as well. Apparently, V thought the little Kadabra wasn't powerful enough and needed to be mistaken for an Alakazam.
What next, will he run into Mewtwo, who decides to take pity on the plight of Vincent and not only help him reach the Alakazam part of his line, but also help him refine his powers even more?
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Zeus, I can see you. I can see you taking notes and typing into your computer right now. Don't you dare.