Kirby and Pokemon Trainer: Part 1

This must be it, Kirby the pink puffball thought. Pallet Town was an incredibly small town, home to his tag-team partner, a young boy by the name of Pokemon Trainer, or Red as everyone would like to call him. As Kirby walked toward Pokemon Trainer's house, Kirby knocked on the door and waited for an answer. The door opened and revealing herself was a beautiful woman in her 30s.

"Oh," said the woman, "you must be Pokemon Trainer's little friend. What's your name again?"

"It's Kirby," replied Kirby. "And you must be Pokemon Trainer's mother."

"Correct," replied Pokemon Trainer's mother. "I'll call him to tell him that you're here." She then faced away to the stairs leading up as she called out, "Pokemon Trainer, your pink friend is here!"

"Tell him to come up," replied Pokemon Trainer's voice, "I can't come down right now!"

"Okay," called the trainer's mother, as she faced Kirby again and said, "It's best that you visit your friend rather than let him come to you. He's watching TV, paying attention to something big. I swear him and his quest to become champion of Super Smash Bros."

"So what," asked Kirby as he went inside Pokemon Trainer's house, "it's just a game, like Pokemon Trainer's pokemon battles, and as a game it's also a learning experience."

"But it also involves a lot of killing," replied Pokemon Trainer's mom. "He would go on all those ridiculous quests to become a pokemon master that it would nearly cost him his life, and now he's mindlessly into getting stronger for Super Smash Bros."

"But that's the purpose, ma'am," replied Kirby, "Super Smash Bros. is supposed to make you stronger for every match you win or lose."

"Fine," replied the trainer's mom, "I can't argue with you about that. It's best that you see him immediately."

"Yes ma'am," replied Kirby. He walked up the stairs and toward Pokemon Trainer's room, where he saw Pokemon Trainer and his pokemon, including Squirtle, Ivysaur, and Charizard watching something on their television. "Hey Trainer," said Kirby, "I'm here."

"Shush," Pokemon Trainer said to Kirby, "we're watching something."

"Oh," said Kirby, as he went into Pokemon Trainer's room and sat down, watching whatever it was the trainer and pokemon were watching on TV.

On the screen was a jackal-like pokemon, Lucario, as he stood on top of a pile of flat, two-dimensional black-colored people, the Mr. Game and Watches, as the crowd within a stadium cheered loudly. "They said it couldn't be done," cried the announcer, "but the one-thousand Mr. Game and Watches are unable to fight! Lucario has defied the odds again and won the battle!"

Pokemon Trainer then turned off the TV as he said to Kirby and his three pokemon, "One day, we're all going to surpass Lucario in battle, becoming the ultimate team of trainer and pokemon in the world! Right, guys?" Squirtle, Ivysaur, and Charizard nodded yes.

"Ahem," said Kirby to Pokemon Trainer.

"Oh," said Pokemon Trainer, "right." Pokemon Trainer then took out his three pokeballs and ordered to his pokemon, "Return," as the three balls let out a great flash of light, sucking the three pokemon back into their respective pokeballs. He then said to Kirby, "So, you're here to train with me for our upcoming tag-team match against Meta-Knight and Lucario in the next three months, right?"

"Yeah," said Kirby, "that's what you called me here for."

"Right," said Pokemon Trainer. "I was so absorbed in studying Lucario and his strengths and weaknesses that I've forgot about you. Let's go outside and spar."

"You got it," replied Kirby, as he and Pokemon Trainer went downstairs and left the trainer's house, going outside as they faced each other.

"So," said Kirby, "what did you learn from watching Lucario battle?"

"Not much," said Pokemon Trainer, as he took out one of his pokeballs, "all I learned were three things about Lucario. Number one, he's one of the most powerful pokemon in the entire world, which explains why he was able to defeat and humiliate a thousand Mr. Game and Watches at the same time."

"And number two," replied Kirby.

"I learned that Lucario has a weakness," replied Pokemon Trainer. "During the battle, I saw one of the Mr. Game and Watches sense Lucario's aura within its body, allowing it to counterattack that martial-arts-based pokemon, despite the fact that Lucario continued fighting and won."

"So what you're trying to say," said Kirby, "is that Lucario's aura can be sensed by anyone?"

"Yes," replied Pokemon Trainer. "The third thing about it is that Lucario's aura is limited. Make him fight for too long, and his aura would diminish, meaning that I'm better off fatiguing it than damaging it. What about you with Meta-Knight?"

"Oh, him," Kirby asked. "He's lightweight like I am, but because he doesn't use aura like Lucario, he's less predictable, and he makes better use of his speed, agility, and lightweight than I do."

"And that's why I became a pokemon trainer," replied Pokemon Trainer, "because I get to learn about myself, my pokemon, and my opponents. For too long, I've lost to too many rival trainers that aren't from criminal organizations like Team Rocket or Team Galactic."

"But isn't that the beauty of it," asked Kirby, "because when you lose, you learn from your mistakes and train endlessly to fix them."

"That's what I did a lot," replied Pokemon Trainer. "This was why my pokemon and I watched as Lucario took on a thousand Mr. Game and Watches in the Super Smash Bros. arena on television. We studied long and hard to learn about how we can defeat the undefeatable Lucario. Once we defeat him and end our losing streak, that's when I can consider myself a true pokemon master."

"Then why don't you change up your fighting style," said Kirby, "so that Lucario can predict you and your pokemon less often? That's what our sparring match is for."

"Right," replied Pokemon Trainer. He then tossed his pokeball and yelled, "Go, Squirtle," as the ball shined a bright light, releasing the water turtle pokemon Squirtle. Squirtle and Kirby faced each other, ready to battle, as Pokemon Trainer said, "Are you sure you want to do this? The reason is because neither Squirtle nor I will show any mercy to you."

"I don't mind dying," replied Kirby, "as long as I build up my strength and speed for our upcoming tag-team match against Meta-Knight and Lucario."

"Very well," said Pokemon Trainer. He then ordered to Squirtle, "Go, water gun," as Squirtle squirted out from its mouth a large amount of water. Then, just in the nick of time, Kirby jumped high to dodge the fast-flying water. As Kirby flew in the air, Squirtle appeared right in front of Kirby, as the two sides quickly traded blows to each other like lightning. Each blow they dealt was stronger and faster than the last, as the two then fell on the ground, on their feet, and charged at each other, and then pushed each other in a deadlock.

"Despite the fact that Squirtle is a beginner pokemon," said Kirby, "he seems pretty fast."

"That's the purpose," replied Pokemon Trainer. "Because I care for my pokemon, I know about them like they're the back of my hand. Squirtle's lightweight and therefore fast, while Charizard is big and heavy and therefore slower, which makes Ivysaur a middleweight and therefore more well-balanced in strength and speed. Being a pokemon trainer isn't just about possessing the strongest abilities; it's also about knowing your limits and utilizing your strengths to make up for your handicaps. That's what I learned during my failed quest to collect the eight gym badges just to fight and defeat an Elite Four plus a champion."

"Oh really," asked Kirby. He then released his hands out of Squirtle's, then grabbed it and held the turtle in his arms, then with great strength jumped high in the air with Squirtle, then crash into the ground, dealing tons of damage to the turtle pokemon. After getting knocked backward into the ground, Squirtle got back up on its two feet and went back into its fighting stance. "I was hoping for a much greater challenge," said Kirby, "because after all, I'm fighting a fast opponent, and Squirtle was a fast opponent itself."

"Don't worry," replied Pokemon Trainer, "I'm just warming up." He then ordered to Squirtle, "Go, tackle," as Squirtle retreated into its shell and shot itself at Kirby like a bullet. Kirby dodged the attack in the nick of time, but Squirtle, in its shell, flew back like a boomerang, hitting Kirby in his back, dealing massive damage. As Kirby got back up, he went back into his fighting stance, facing Squirtle as it retreated out of its shell and went back to its fighting stance.

"Not bad," Kirby said to Pokemon Trainer, "but it'll take more than ordering your pokemon to tackle me!"

"That's okay," said Pokemon Trainer, "because we're just sparring for the upcoming match." He then faced Squirtle and called out, "Okay Squirtle, give it all you've got!"

And so, Kirby and Pokemon Trainer fought each other endlessly for the next three months. At times during their three months of sparring, Pokemon Trainer would switch out Squirtle for Ivysaur, the plant dinosaur pokemon, or Charizard, the fire dragon pokemon, each with their own strengths and weaknesses that Kirby would predict. However, their training was self-torture, as they barely ate, slept, and took frequent breaks, and were near their deaths due to the amount of damage they dealt to each other, as it was all part of building up their endurance and willpower.

Three months later, as Kirby and Charizard faced each other, Pokemon Trainer's mother came out of her house, faced her son, and said, "Trainer, you've been sparring with Kirby nonstop for three months. Shouldn't you eat your dinner and sleep for once?"

"Not now, Mom," replied Pokemon Trainer, "I'm focusing on my sparring match with Kirby."

"I'm concerned for you, your pokemon, and Kirby, Trainer," said Trainer's mother. "If you keep pushing yourselves like that you're going to die! Is that what you want?"

"No," replied Pokemon Trainer, "but I'm not going to give up on my training either! We need to torture our minds, bodies, and souls as much as possible before the upcoming tag-team match!"

"Then I don't know what to do with you anymore," said Trainer's mother. "You're a big boy, now, making your own decisions, and I don't like the decisions you're making despite the fact that I can do nothing about it now."

"Thanks Mom," replied Pokemon Trainer. He then faced Charizard as he said, "Go, Charizard, show Kirby what you're made of!"

Charizard blew fire out of its mouth at Kirby, as the pink puffball jump-dodged it on time and delivered an air kick into Charizard's head. The kick was so powerful that it made a powerful locomotive look like a toy train, as Charizard counter-attacked by grabbing Kirby by his leg and tossed him into the ground. Both Charizard and Kirby were so exhausted from their sparring match that they collapsed on the ground. Meanwhile, Pokemon Trainer, exhausted from the battle, fell on his knees and kneeled to the ground, recovering his breath. "Man," said Pokemon Trainer, "did our training do a number on us." He then took out his pokeball and ordered, "Return, Charizard," as the pokeball flashed a great light and sucked Charizard inside the ball. Pokemon Trainer then collapsed on the ground.

"Trainer," cried Pokemon Trainer's mother, as she went toward her son. She placed her hand on top of her son's body as she said to herself, "Oh, thank God, he's still alive." She then went up to Kirby, felt his comatose body, and said, "I can feel a pulse within his body as well. He's also alive." She then picked up and carried Kirby and placed him on the couch in her house's living room, then went to Pokemon Trainer outside, picked him up, and took him to his room where he would rest on his bed.

"Pokemon Trainer," said his mother, "if you can hear me, then I want to let you know that I understand why you're pushing yourself, your pokemon, and your little friend to the limits. You've always pushed yourself and your pokemon to the limits during your quest to become pokemon master, because that's what everyone does with themselves when they have problems and they're preparing themselves to face those problems. But…" Pokemon Trainer's mother hung her head down, "the way you and Kirby are pushing yourselves by starving yourselves, reducing your sleep, and abusing each other's minds, bodies, and souls. This is not training, it's just some excuse to get yourselves killed! I'm concerned for your safeties, you know. If you, your pink, round friend, and your pokemon continue abusing yourselves all in the name of surpassing that Meta-Knight character and that martial arts pokemon, Lucario…" She then started to tear out of sadness, "I don't know what I can do without you. You left me once and nearly died on your failed journey. I fear that Super Smash Bros. will finish off what your quest to become pokemon master has started, and that's to end your life. Please, Pokemon Trainer, what should I do to convince you to stay and grow up to be a normal man like everyone else in Pallet Town? I need to know!"

"Stop worrying about my safety," whispered Pokemon Trainer. His mother stopped crying as she and her son faced each other, as Pokemon Trainer continued, "I'm all grown up. I can take care of myself. Just because I put myself in danger doesn't mean I don't know how to survive on my own."

"Trainer," whispered Pokemon Trainer's mother.

"Don't worry," said Pokemon Trainer, "Kirby, my pokemon, and I can take care of each other. After all, that's what friends are for."

"You foolish son of mine," replied Pokemon Trainer's mom. She then kissed her son in his forehead, as she walked out the door leading out of his bedroom and closed it behind her, leaving Pokemon Trainer, his pokemon, and, on the couch in the living room, Kirby to rest for the upcoming battle against Lucario and Meta-Knight.