Disclaimer:
Do you know what you could do with Pokémon? There are many, many ways of doing all sorts of things with Pokémon. (shut up, pervert) But you need permission to do some of those things. You should ask. Who? Not me. If you asked me "Would it be fine with you, good sir of the internet kind, if I used Pokémon on the shirts that I sell?" I would reply, "Tis' fine with me, but you also need to get approval from the Monsters themselves, Nintendo. G'day." Yep. Nintendo. The Big N. N for notorious. Notorious of what? Of having to be asked for permission, of course.
Yeah, I'm still working on Part 2 of The Psychic Menace. Got some done, but still brain storming. In the mean time, you can use these as fillers. Using an old DC idea, I will now have bi- or tri-weekly stories, concerning what would happen if this happened or that happened.
This week, we answer one question that's always bugged me: What if…. Mewtwo DIDN'T give up?
No, actually, that will come later. (as a mini-series) the question for this fic: What if Ash got up on time? (Episode 1)
Now, many of these stories will be short, starting with this one, because all the important things that happened or didn't happen will be switched around. Some stories may cover simple choices that Ash and Co. made, but others will cover entirely different plots.
E-mail: cosmoswd@trxinc.com
Web Site: http://fananime.cjb.net
Rating: G
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----==== Bulbasaur, I choose you! ====----
"Bulbasaur! I choose you!" Ash Ketchum mumbled in his sleep. He threw the Pokeball/Clock that he held in his hand. It was about to strike the wall, but instead hit a nearby Snorlax doll, having been pushed by an unusual wind, and landed softly on its belly.
As the morning sun rose, Ash heard a noise that made him stand up in bed. Unfortunately, he was on a bunk, and instantly hit his head. He then proceeded to hit his alarm PokeBall with a fan, which all characters carry around with them 24/7.
"Ash!" his mom called, "Come on down for breakfast!"
It took Ash a minute to remember who he was. He looked around, and suddenly remembered that today he was supposed to get his first Pokémon. He quickly put on the clothes nearest to him, and ran down stairs. He had eaten his breakfast and was out the door before you could say 'Alakazam'.
He rushed down the street, going slow enough to miss a few people and mailboxes. He made it to Prof. Oaks, just in time to see two trainers come out of the door. He rushed inside, and was able to stop himself from running into the Pokémon Professor.
"It's nice to see you on time," the PokeProfessor said, then added, "almost."
"So, Prof. Oak, where are the Pokémon?" Ash asked enthusiastically. He was led to a small circular stand, with a glass dome over the top. Out popped three PokeBalls- one with a Leaf on it, one with a Flame, and one with a Water Drop.
"Hmmm…. Okay, I choose Charmander!" Ash said as he threw the ball. It popped out, but there was no hiss, no red beam, just a 'clack' as it hit the polished floor.
"Now you know what I meant by 'Almost'," the professional of Pocket Monsters said.
"Okay, hows about Squirtle?" he said, throwing the next ball, but with the same conclusion. He sighed, and reached for the last one. "Okay, last try. Bulbasaur, I choose you!" This time the Pokeball hit the wall, but to Ash's joy, a small 'hiss' and a red beam popped out. The Pokeball went right back to the glass-domed stand, where all three balls were recalled into the stand.
"Bulba! Bulbasaur! Saur…..," the Seed Pokémon said, happy with it's new Master.
"Excellent choice, Ash," el Proffesor de Pocketo Monsta habla, "even if it was your only one."
Just then, the Gray haired professional's grandson, Gary, walked in. "Hiya, Ash! Looks like you made it. What did you get?"
Ash pointed to a corner. "A Bulbasaur"
"Bulbasaur!" it said, then came over to rub Ash's leg.
"HA! I bet I could beat it with my Pokémon, any day," Gary gloated, spinning his Pokeball around on his finger.
"Wow! What did you get?" Ash asked, reaching for the ball.
"Uh-uh," Gary said, sticking his hand out to stop Ash, which worked quite well. "It's a special one that Pops here gave me," he said, pointing to his Father's father. "Never been used." At this, he stuck out his tongue and pulled the skin down from under his eye, and went out the door, laughing.
The Professional Pokémon Professor gave Ash some PokeBalls. Ash used one to recall his Bulbasaur. "Thanks, Prof. Oak! I'll see ya around!" Ash said, leaving the building. Outside, friends and family waited for him. Another also waited, but stood on a nearby hill, hidden in the shadows.
"Oh, Ash! I know you'll become a great Pokémon Master!" said his mom, handing over his bag. "Can I see your Pokémon?" she asked in total curiosity. Ash called out his Bulbasaur.
"Bulba! Saur bulb!" it said, delighted by the attention.
"Oh wow! A Bulbasaur! Hey Ash, did you know that your father started out with a Bulbasaur? He seemed to like the Poison types," Ash's mother said. Ash looked slightly confused, but it passed in a second.
He started off toward Viridian after a small party. He got a few items to help him on his way, and everyone's encouragement. Along the way, he was able to catch a Rattata, and a Goldeen that flopped out of the water.
It took him six days to get to Viridian. He had to wait a storm out in a cavern, and even then he fell a few times.
At a nearby river, a young girl with reddish orange hair pulled up a fishing pole. "Darn, no luck." She said, putting it back in. She suddenly felt a pain in the back of her head, as if something was supposed to happen. She waited, but whatever it was would not come or happen. She shrugged, and pulled out her line once again, realizing that today was a bad fishing day. She got on her bike, and headed towards Viridian City, hoping not to go back to Cerulean, for fear of her sisters' torment.
In Pewter City, the local Gym leader felt a little rotten as he had a match with a Youngster. He thought it was the weather, but something else probed his mind, though it was never clear. He won the battle, the young kid sulking as he walked out.
The Gym leader had few friends. Most of his time was devoted to taking care of his siblings and the gym. His father had left the family a few years before, and he often wondered why. Though he always corrected himself, because torture would not make it right. The pain stayed with him for a few weeks, and gradually died down.
He never did meet his father again, though his father always watched him.
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I thought this was pretty good. As always, I will put down how it affects some other characters, as well. Is some fics, I will screw up on events, as I don't have WB. ;_: Oh well. It IS fiction.
Yes, this one ended on a slightly sour note, but when you ask questions, you get answers. And answers are not always what you want………..
And if you didn't notice, I tried to use a different name for Prof Oak each time. For those not of the Spanish/Japanese speaking peoples, 'el Proffesor de Pocketo Monsta habla' means 'The Professor of Pocket Monsters said' in a mix of Japanese-English and Spanish. ^_^
If you have a 'What if…?' question? If so, e-mail me with it. (address above, too lazy to type it again) If I can, I will make a fic to the best of my abilities.
Please Review. Your comments and suggestion can help me be a better writer and come up with new ideas.
How much wood could a Machop chop if a Machop could chop wood? :P
