Chapter 1: Nathan's 13! The Pokemon Quest Begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way, shape, or form, Ash Ketchum or Lance, or any of the pokemon races. I do own all the other characters and the pokemon themselves.
Hello, all! This is my first story on Fanfiction.Net, and I hope it's a good one. Any questions, comments, criticisms, etc. can be e-mailed to thebluebuster@aol.com.
It has been 90 years since Ash Ketchum beat the Elite Four. Ever since then, new leagues sprung up like springs. Most were unsuccessful, but two, the Iliad league and the Odyssey league, survived. In the Iliad league, it was easy to get to the gyms, but the gym leaders were very powerful. In the Odyssey league, it was very hard to get to the gyms, but the gym leaders weren't as powerful as the Iliad, the Kanto, the Johto, or the Orange Islands gym leaders.
Pike, Lance's grandson, the new Champion, had to somehow include the Kanto and the Johto and the Orange Islands and the Odyssey and the Iliad leagues into the Pokemon League. He came up with this: When one wins all of the badges of a league, they compete in a tournament. The winner of the tournament will win the league's trophy. A person needs all of the trophies to fight the Elite Four.
Our hero, Nathan, starts out in New Bark Town. Let's see what's going on with him, shall we?
"Fight fight fight fight fight! C'mon Dragonite! KILL that stupid Tyranitar! DIE TYRANITAR! YOU MUST DIE! Surf, Dragonite! No, not Body Slam, Tyranitar's part rock! SURF! SURF I SAY! No, not Hyper Beam! SURF! SURF SURF SURF SURF SURF! See? Dragonite's fainted! Stupid trainer..."
"Don't get so passionate over pokemon battles, Nathan!" called Nathan's mom.
"But I'm going to be a trainer soon! If I'm not passionate over the battles, then how will I become a good trainer?" called Nathan back.
"I think it would be better for you to be passionate about the pokemon themselves, not the battles! That's how you would get to be a good trainer!"
"But mommm...(sigh). I guess you're right...maybe...but aren't pokemon meant for battling?"
"Look, Nathan, I'm not going to argue with you. Do what you want. They're your pokemon."
Nathan, considering the conversation over, glued his eyes back to his TV set.
"Okay, you still have one pokemon left. Yes, it's HITMONLEE! A fighting type! This fight's in the bag! Now, High Jump Kick! No, not Mega Kick, High Jump Kick! Do I have to spell it out for you? NOT_MEGA_KICK_HIGH_JUMP_KICK. Yes, finally! WHAT!? How did Tyranitar dodge that? Look, now Tyranitar's using Rock Slide. Look, now Hitmonlee's tripped and Tyranitar's Body Slamming him. (sigh). Stupid trainer. Well, Tyranitar's just beaten all three of your pokemon. You are an idiot, you know that?"
Nathan continued to rant at the TV set as the trainer with the Tyranitar, Chip, defeated the rest of his opponents and won the Johto Trophy. Nathan seemed to have a personal vendetta against Chip for some reason. Anyway, it's 12:00 midnight by the time Nathan finally got into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, Nathan got up at 10:00 AM. He rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went to Prof. Elm's Laboratory.
He stood in the line of new trainers as they went into Professor Elm's Laboratory to get their first pokemon. They got their pokemon randomly. Their starting pokemon could be any non-evolved, non-legendary pokemon. Eventually, Nathan got to go into the room.
"Hello, um, what's your name?" asked Prof. Elm.
"Nathan. So, can I have my pokemon now?"
"So eager! That's good! Anyway, let's get the random picker started."
Professor Elm pressed a button, and silhouettes of pokemon started to go by quickly. When it stopped, Prof. Elm asked Nathan, "So, do you know what that pokemon is?"
Nathan studied the silhouette. After five seconds, he realized what the silhouette was of, and screamed.
"LARVITAR!? LARVITAR!!?? I HATE Larvitar, Pupitar, and Tyranitar! I HATE them! WHY MUST I HAVE LARVITAR!? PLEASE change it to something else!"
"Well, Nathan, why do you hate the Larvitar series?"
"I...I don't want to talk about it...please...please let me have a different pokemon."
"Sorry, Nathan, but I can't. Larvitar has already been paid for and shipped. You can't have a different pokemon."
Prof. Elm noticed that Nathan had begun to cry.
"Look, Nathan, I don't know why you hate the Larvitar series. Tyranitar is one of the most powerful pokemon, so it doesn't have to do with power...Nathan, the only advice I can give you is to give Larvitar a chance. If you really can't stand Larvitar, catch a pokemon and then you can send Larvitar back to me. Good luck, Nathan."
Nathan wiped the tears from his eyes and was about to speak up and oppose Professor Elm's advice, but then he realized the knowledge of it. He quickly nodded, and asked, "So, where is...Larvitar...?"
"Right here."
Prof. Elm pressed another button, and a pokeball dropped into his hand. He handed it to Nathan.
"Give Larvitar a chance. He just may surprise you."
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way, shape, or form, Ash Ketchum or Lance, or any of the pokemon races. I do own all the other characters and the pokemon themselves.
Hello, all! This is my first story on Fanfiction.Net, and I hope it's a good one. Any questions, comments, criticisms, etc. can be e-mailed to thebluebuster@aol.com.
It has been 90 years since Ash Ketchum beat the Elite Four. Ever since then, new leagues sprung up like springs. Most were unsuccessful, but two, the Iliad league and the Odyssey league, survived. In the Iliad league, it was easy to get to the gyms, but the gym leaders were very powerful. In the Odyssey league, it was very hard to get to the gyms, but the gym leaders weren't as powerful as the Iliad, the Kanto, the Johto, or the Orange Islands gym leaders.
Pike, Lance's grandson, the new Champion, had to somehow include the Kanto and the Johto and the Orange Islands and the Odyssey and the Iliad leagues into the Pokemon League. He came up with this: When one wins all of the badges of a league, they compete in a tournament. The winner of the tournament will win the league's trophy. A person needs all of the trophies to fight the Elite Four.
Our hero, Nathan, starts out in New Bark Town. Let's see what's going on with him, shall we?
"Fight fight fight fight fight! C'mon Dragonite! KILL that stupid Tyranitar! DIE TYRANITAR! YOU MUST DIE! Surf, Dragonite! No, not Body Slam, Tyranitar's part rock! SURF! SURF I SAY! No, not Hyper Beam! SURF! SURF SURF SURF SURF SURF! See? Dragonite's fainted! Stupid trainer..."
"Don't get so passionate over pokemon battles, Nathan!" called Nathan's mom.
"But I'm going to be a trainer soon! If I'm not passionate over the battles, then how will I become a good trainer?" called Nathan back.
"I think it would be better for you to be passionate about the pokemon themselves, not the battles! That's how you would get to be a good trainer!"
"But mommm...(sigh). I guess you're right...maybe...but aren't pokemon meant for battling?"
"Look, Nathan, I'm not going to argue with you. Do what you want. They're your pokemon."
Nathan, considering the conversation over, glued his eyes back to his TV set.
"Okay, you still have one pokemon left. Yes, it's HITMONLEE! A fighting type! This fight's in the bag! Now, High Jump Kick! No, not Mega Kick, High Jump Kick! Do I have to spell it out for you? NOT_MEGA_KICK_HIGH_JUMP_KICK. Yes, finally! WHAT!? How did Tyranitar dodge that? Look, now Tyranitar's using Rock Slide. Look, now Hitmonlee's tripped and Tyranitar's Body Slamming him. (sigh). Stupid trainer. Well, Tyranitar's just beaten all three of your pokemon. You are an idiot, you know that?"
Nathan continued to rant at the TV set as the trainer with the Tyranitar, Chip, defeated the rest of his opponents and won the Johto Trophy. Nathan seemed to have a personal vendetta against Chip for some reason. Anyway, it's 12:00 midnight by the time Nathan finally got into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, Nathan got up at 10:00 AM. He rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went to Prof. Elm's Laboratory.
He stood in the line of new trainers as they went into Professor Elm's Laboratory to get their first pokemon. They got their pokemon randomly. Their starting pokemon could be any non-evolved, non-legendary pokemon. Eventually, Nathan got to go into the room.
"Hello, um, what's your name?" asked Prof. Elm.
"Nathan. So, can I have my pokemon now?"
"So eager! That's good! Anyway, let's get the random picker started."
Professor Elm pressed a button, and silhouettes of pokemon started to go by quickly. When it stopped, Prof. Elm asked Nathan, "So, do you know what that pokemon is?"
Nathan studied the silhouette. After five seconds, he realized what the silhouette was of, and screamed.
"LARVITAR!? LARVITAR!!?? I HATE Larvitar, Pupitar, and Tyranitar! I HATE them! WHY MUST I HAVE LARVITAR!? PLEASE change it to something else!"
"Well, Nathan, why do you hate the Larvitar series?"
"I...I don't want to talk about it...please...please let me have a different pokemon."
"Sorry, Nathan, but I can't. Larvitar has already been paid for and shipped. You can't have a different pokemon."
Prof. Elm noticed that Nathan had begun to cry.
"Look, Nathan, I don't know why you hate the Larvitar series. Tyranitar is one of the most powerful pokemon, so it doesn't have to do with power...Nathan, the only advice I can give you is to give Larvitar a chance. If you really can't stand Larvitar, catch a pokemon and then you can send Larvitar back to me. Good luck, Nathan."
Nathan wiped the tears from his eyes and was about to speak up and oppose Professor Elm's advice, but then he realized the knowledge of it. He quickly nodded, and asked, "So, where is...Larvitar...?"
"Right here."
Prof. Elm pressed another button, and a pokeball dropped into his hand. He handed it to Nathan.
"Give Larvitar a chance. He just may surprise you."