The Cross of the Crossovers

The Granbull glared at him as Gohan snarled.

"Can we please have the Poké Ball?" Thunder asked. "We really need it..."

"How about no?!"

The Pikachu frowned. "Why not?"

"Cause it belongs to me!"

"But it's ours.."

Granbull started to use its Bite Attack until Gohan pushed Thunder out of the way.

The Pikachu squeaked in surprise at being pushed out of the way, before he glanced back.

Gohan flinched, Granbull's fangs bearing into his arm a bit.

"Gohan!" the little Pikachu gasped.

"I'm o-okay..."

Granbull smirked as he bit into Gohan's arm harder, making the bite mark deeper. Gohan yelped.

Thunder shot forward and put his front paws under the larger Pokémon's large fangs and pushed upwards as hard as he could, setting the young half Saiyan's arm free.

"Thanks..."

"You're welcome. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks."

Not fully believing him, Thunder took his arm with his front paws and looked at the bite mark that was there. Frowning lightly, he put one paw on the wound gently, and his paw glowed as he began healing said wound.

Gohan squeaked out of surprise and pain, but mostly pain.

"Sorry."

Once done, he removed his paw.

"All done."

"Th-thanks."

"You're welcome!" Thunder smiled.

"How did you do that?"

"It's one of the things I know," Thunder replied. "I watched Dark heal a Pokémon, and since him and I are conneted, I picked it up from him."

"Makes sense."

He nodded.

He smiled.