To Be A Pokemon Master
by Chipolata
Don't know which Pokémon is which? Check out www.pokemon.com/pokedex/
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[Chapter Three]
A couple of weeks later...
Vegeta opened his eyes. His vision was blurry for a second, then it cleared. Vegeta sat up, confused.
"Where am I? Urh, my head." He muttered to himself.
Vegeta looked around. He was lying in a bed, with machines next to it. He recognised this was like when he was injured at Capsule Corp. Vegeta found he was wearing the bottom half of his spandex and a hospital gown.
'I must get out of here and contact Bulma.' he thought, and got out of bed.
Vegeta peeped around the corner; there was no-one in sight.
'Just an odd pink statue.' he thought. 'Ah ha! Elevators! My way out of here.'
He walked down the hall to the elevators and pressed the button.
"Chansey!" called a high voice.
Vegeta turned, panicking. No-one was there. Then he looked down.
"What? I thought you were over there!" Vegeta told the statue.
"Chansey." it said.
"Yikes! You're no statue! What are you?" Vegeta asked it. "Well, whatever you are, you can't stop me." Vegeta grinned.
"Chansey?" it asked.
The elevator doors opened, and out stepped a nurse and Team Rocket. Everyone froze.
"He's awake!" Jessie exclaimed.
"What are you doing out of bed?" the nurse questioned.
"I...none of your business! Out of my way!" Vegeta demanded.
Vegeta pushed his way into the elevator.
"Wait! Where are you going? You haven't fully recovered yet!" The nurse asked.
"I'm standing, aren't I?" Vegeta told her. "I'm fine! I'm going home! Just you try and stop me."
"You two! Stop him!" The nurse told Jessie and James.
Jessie and James got into the elevator with Vegeta. Jessie held the elevator open.
"C'mon, lets go back to bed." James told Vegeta, putting an arm through Vegeta's, aiming to be able to escort him.
Vegeta grabbed James' arm and threw him halfway down the corridor.
"Wow!" Jessie exclaimed.
'Hmm. Maybe I haven't fully recovered. I should have been able to throw him further!' Vegeta thought.
James got up. Angry, he got out a pokéball.
"Why...you..." James growled. "No-one throws me and gets away with it! Weezing, I choose you!"
The large toxic-sludge Pokémon jumped out of it's pokéball and raced towards Vegeta.
"Weezing!" it cried.
"Holy cosmos...!" Vegeta exclaimed.
Catching Vegeta totally by surprise, Weezing managed to ram into him, throwing him into the back of the elevator. Weezing backed off to just outside the elevator. Vegeta got up, enraged. The two locked eyes.
The nurse ran over to James.
"Call off your pokemon!" she demanded.
"No." James replied. "Not yet."
Weezing charged.
Vegeta reached out his arms and...
"He...caught Weezing!" Jessie whispered in disbelief.
Vegeta had Weezing by it's main head's jaws. Struggling, Vegeta managed to push Weezing out of the elevator, and throw it down the coridor into James.
Jessie got out a pokéball.
"No! Don't!" The nurse cried. "Pokémon weren't meant to fight people!"
"Likitung! Show this guy what happens when you mess with Team Rocket!" Jessie yelled, throwing the ball.
"Weezing! You go too!" James ordered.
"Liki!"
"Weezing!"
The Pokémon charged. And just as they closed in...
Vegeta collapsed to the floor, his energy gone.
"Liki?"
"Weezing!"
"Huh?" Jessie and James both exclaimed.
"He probably hasn't recovered his stamina." The nurse explained. "We'd better get him back to bed."
