This is the third story/chapter, this time about Bulbasaur.
I don't own any Pokèmon, I don't want to...actually maybe I do but I don't own any, and besides...my parents won't let me.
This chapter is about, you guess it, Bulbasaur. This is (also) my own version (of Bulbasaur's past). So by now you probably know what I am going to say so...this is Bulbasaur's time to shine.
A Pokèmon Perspective - Big, Bad, Bulbasaur
"Chirp, Chirp!" What, I over slept! I better get up and do what I do best...fighting crime and saving innocent, hurt Pokèmon. So, I got my Pokè Aid Kit and went out and saw a very injured Pokèmon that must have been there for the whole night while I was sleeping...
"I better go help it," I thought to myself. The half-conscious Pokèmon It was a (female) Pidgey. So I walked over and said I am here to help you so try not to move.
"Bulba, Bulba?" (How did you injure your wing?)
"Pidgey, Pidgey...Pidge, Pidgey! Pidge, Pidge, Pidgey!" (I was flying minding my own business and I got confronted by the Spear Gang/Spearow Gang. They started saying "'Hey, baby!', 'How ya doin'!', and then they started whistling at me. The leader came and tried to touch my face and I slapped his with my wing.)
I listened in horror as her story turned even uglier. She continued to say that since it was a gang, the leader said "Get her but break, smash, and terminate that stinking wing of hers until she can't fly!!! I want it to be permanent!!! So they twisted, turned, bent, and cracked the wing until her bone felt like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
"Pidge, Pidge". Pidge, Pidgey, Pidgey, Pidgey? Pidgey, Pidge." (There were about five of them. So here I am, just lying here with you so can you please fix my wing? I can't move it a centimeter.)
"Bulbasaur, Bulba, Bulba." (Okay I will help your wing and get back at the Spear Gang.)
I laid the little wing down on the ground and pulled it slightly that the bone would go back in place. I did this for every bone in the wing. I told the Pidgey not to move it for a while.
"Pidgey, Pidgey, Pidge?" (How am I supposed to move it if I can't, which I already told you?)
Oops, I forgot. I put the bandage that was in my Pokè Aid Kit on the wing and told her that she can go but she shouldn't fly or use that wing for the next few weeks. I also told her to come back if she ever needed a new bandage or to have it regularly checked. She agreed but was still worried about those Spearows. Naturally, I delivered a voice of confidence.
"Bulba, Bulba." (Don't worry I'll have a little chat with them.)
"Pidgey." (See you later, Bulbasaur.)
"Bul." (See ya.)
Well another Pokèmon is saved so lets see who else needs a savin'. Maybe-
"Squawk, squawk, squawk!!!"
As luck would have it, I wouldn't have to go too far to track down that Pidgey's attackers.
"Bulba, Bulba!!!" (Hey, you guys come down here now!!!)
"Squawk?" (What do you want?)
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Bulbasaur." (I want to tell you that your so- called "gang" isn't a gang, it's an incompetent, idiotic group.)
"Squawk? Squawk, squawk!" (Well is that so? Jim? Bob?...get him!)
Without hesitation, they started pecking at me and so I tried my Razor Leaf attack. Unfortunately, they managed to successfully deflect it. It was then that I remembered my grass attacks don't affect flying type Pokèmon that much, so...
...I tried using my Sleep Powder. It made them both fall asleep so then tackled Jim, who bumped Bob into a tree and Jim eventually fell flat into the ground.
"Squawk, squawk...squawk, squawk, squawk!" (Okay, Bulbasaur that was good...but not good enough!
The gang sent out three more of their flunkies, named Larry, Harry, and Ben. I tried using my Sleep Powder again, but it only reached Harry. I was about to tackle Harry, but Ben came charging at me with what looked like a very menacing Drill Peck attack. So I was forced to dodge but, unfortunately I wasn't fast enough. Ben grazed my side with his beak. I got a little hurt, but at the moment, it was nothing I couldn't handle. Luckily when I dodged Ben, he smacked right into Harry and continued to fly forward until his beak got stuck in a big rock. It was apparent that those two wouldn't be fighting again anytime soon. So now it was down to just me...and Larry.
Larry also used Drill Peck and I dodged (successfully, this time), but he would just swoop around and use another one. He kept going and going and I dodged and dodged. So I figured out that I could get a quick attack before he comes back swooping. Their leader (who had just flown into the area to view my handiwork) must of known what I was thinking because he said...
"Squawwwk! Squawk!" (You can't use Tackle! Larry's Drill Peck would blow you away!)
I hated to admit it, but the "Big Kahuna" was right. He continued to taunt me, stating that usage of my Vine Whip or Razor Lear would also be useless. So then I had to go with my last resort, namely my (somewhat) trusty Leech Seed. When I used it Larry stopped and fell to the ground. I then used Growth to strengthen my special attack. The leader was forced to undergo the statement, "If want you something done right, you've got to do it yourself!"
"Squawwwk!!!" (Get him Larry!!!)
"Bulbasaur, Bulba!!!" (Okay here I go...Vine Whip!!!)
By now, you're all probably thinking... "You are so silly, you just said a second ago that your Vine Whip wouldn't effect him."
You see, I'm not going to whack him with it, I'm gonna grab him and throw him to the ground. Afterwards, I have another idea in mind for that stinkin' Spearow leader. Now I'll use my powerful RAZOR LEAF(!) attack to blow all of them away, using my leaves to create a (mini-) tornado in which to trap them in.
As they got blown away into the horizon, I swear could I hear the leader's "last words."
"Squawwwk, squawk, squawk, squawwwwwk!" (Don't worry, dudes. We'll get that blasted Bulbasaur when you guys recover.)
Another victory for this big, bad, BULBASAUR!!! YEAH!!! ^_^
Let's see is there's any other Pokèmon to save.
I continued to proudly walk along and saw a Pokèmon Poacher! Watching from afar, I found that he was spying on a single trainer on the road. It looked like one of those self-proclaimed (female) "Cool Trainers".
(Author: Y'know, from the game???)
Anyway, she appeared to be quite cheerful, merrily making her way down the path with her Vileplume. But before I knew it, that poacher tried to steal that trainer's Pokèmon with a lasso! So I ran over and saw that the Cool Trainer was trying to hold on to her Pokèmon from the other end. So I shot out a single Razor Leaf, cutting the Poacher's rope in half. (Apparently, this dumb poacher didn't know the difference between wild Pokèmon and Pokèmon that were being trained.)
Needless to say, the Poacher got really upset. She threw off her cap and started to stomp on the ground (and her cap...!) shouting at me. Then the trainer (with me and her Pokèmon) walked over to the Poacher and the trainer tried to find out exactly why she (the poacher's female) tried to steal her Pokèmon. We found that her motives weren't truly evil.
The truth of the matter was that she needed a Pokèmon for her sick grandfather.
"...and I need some of the special liquids from the top of a Vileplume to cure him."
"Well, if you told me in the first place I would have let you," said the Cool Trainer. "We'll help you, but you gotta learn to just ask for help in the future, okay?"
"Okay."
"All right, if you lead the way I'll bring my Vileplume to your sick grandfather."
"Oh, thank you so much! Follow me!"
With a simple "Go through these bushes, and take a left up here... and here we are,", we reached her grandfather's small cottage. I saw the grandfather and indeed, he looked pretty ill. He was a bit pale in the face and had a wet towel on his forehead. By now, it was obvious that this Poacher wasn't a Poacher at all, but an innocent girl trying to save her grandfather's life...how sad. The grandfather was a little surprised to see us all here, so the girl (POACHER...oops, sorry) briefly tried to explain what happened. About how she tried to take this Cool Trainer's Pokèmon, and how I helped them, and inadvertently helped this girl do the right thing.
She asked the Cool Trainer if she could now (carefully) extract some of the Vileplumes special juices from the top of it's head for the cure. The trainer agreed.
"Okay here it goes..."
*SQUISHHH*
Using a small metal spoon, she managed to scoop out as much "nectar" as she could, then pouring it into a glass container. Afterwards, she mixed it in with some hot water (along with a few other liquids and herbs I didn't recognize), and poured it all into a small mug. The girl walked over to her grandfather's side, and held out the mug. Her grandfather slowly got up.
"Here...I got it, Grandfather. Drink this. Careful, it's hot."
The elderly man slowly nodded and carefully sipped the drink. We all watched the scene intently, in hopes that it would play out exactly the way this girl hoped. Finally-
*GULP, GULP*
Within five minutes or so, he got up and stretched.
"How do you feel, Grandpa?"
"Ahhhh, I feel...refreshed! Finally my sickness has gone away. Oh, thank you, all! Thank you! As a token to my appreciation, I have here a small little present for you, Bulbasaur."
The elder looked down at me, and pulled out of his pocket a small card. One of my Vine Whips reached out to take it. I read what was on it, but I didn't understand exactly what this card was for. The old man chucked as I looked up at him with a confused face.
"Bulb?" (Huh?)
"It's an address for special Pokèmon like you, Bulbasaur. It's a place where weak Pokèmon go to be treated. If want to check it out it is just down the road that way, and then a little walk through the woods."
Immediately, this sounded like an amazing opportunity for me. Since I was born, I always had an ambition to save and protect Pokèmon who were unable to defend themselves. But a chance to do something like this "professionally"? Sounds fun. Maybe I could get job there as their guardian or something. (Ha.)
And so, Cool Trainer and I said our good-byes and we went our separate ways. She went continued down the path she had originally gone, and I wanted to check out the place "Gramps" was talking about. I did as he instructed. I went down the street and a little bit through the woods. Indeed, I soon spotted a little cottage with a river running down the side of it. There were Pokèmon everywhere, and a young girl who must have been the owner.
So the girl who owned the place came to me and said "Are you a wild Pokèmon too? Do you want to stay here?"
I managed to get across the message that I wanted to check the place out first. So I went to the other Pokèmon and asked what is this place here is for. And they all said the same thing, it's for wild Pokèmon to grow, strengthen, and eventually go back in the wild when they are strong enough. The downside was that occasionally some people try to steal the Pokèmon here, and though there hasn't been any in awhile, they're on the look out.
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Bulbasaur, Bulba." (Oh I see, maybe I know, I could stay here and protect you guys. Because I save injured Pokèmon often and protect them too. I could do the same thing here.)
I told the girl of my "proposition" and she said, "That would be wonderful, you can protect us if any bad people come. Oh, by the way...my name is Melanie. So if you need me for food or anything else, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"Bulb." (Sure.)
And that's how I went from becoming a lone Pokèmon protector to the official guardian of all Pokèmon living in this "Hidden Village". Over the course of the next month, I had met with all sorts of Pokèmon who, tragically, been either lost or abandoned by their heartless trainers. But Melanie and I always managed to come through and nurse them back to health. Not only had I become their protector, but I became something of a nurse, as well. Eventually I grew close to the others, and we all became good friends, sleeping near each other, and trading stories during our shared meals. For a time, I was truly happy and really felt like I belonged.
A somewhat strange turn of events occurred after that reasonably peaceful month. One day an Oddish had wandered off and away from the Hidden Village and naturally being the protector, I was obligated to find the little guy and bring him back. It was a difficult search, but a group of voices soon led me to him. Spying through some bushes, a saw a boy wearing a cap (along with a Pikachu), another tall boy with spiked hair (and closed eyes...?), and a red-haired girl talking over capturing an Oddish who was drinking from a nearby pond. It didn't take very long to figure out that the Oddish they were talking about was the same one I was looking for. The girl battled with it, and nearly succeeded n capturing it, but I did my job and protected the Oddish, and brought him back to the cottage. They tried to follow us, but thankfully got caught in one of the many traps Melanie had set out for people trying to catch any of us around here.
A few hours later I was surprised to see the same people, who somehow had made their way here. The girl recognized Oddish and walked over to it. I watched from afar as she began talking to it, but suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What if she was sweet-talking that little buddy of mine in hopes of capturing it? And soon enough, one of the boys came and argued with that girl again. I really thought they were arguing over who gets the Oddish, and wasn't about to give them that kind of chance! So I tackled the girl to prove a point. Specifically, to show that I took my job as protector (of the Pokèmon and this Hidden Village) VERY seriously. To show that I meant business. Then, Melanie said that I was just trying to protect Oddish. I heard the boy with the cap mumble to himself that it would be helpful to have a very strong Pokèmon like me.
Then all of a sudden a HUGE MACHINE came crashing down on the trees and a connecting hose started to suck up all the Pokèmon and I a big vacuum. Operating the machine was a strange trio. There was a tall woman with LONG red hair, a man with short bluish-purple hair and a talking Meowth. I couldn't understand it, much less explain it, except that it was talking like a human!
I also noticed that the man and the woman wore strange white outfits, with a big, red "R" on the chest. These were definitely a weird bunch. Maybe one I'll find out what they're all about...
Anyway, the boy with brown hair without pupils said to go in the house but while I was going to the house Oddish I realized was no where to be seen. I turned my head and saw that Oddish was getting sucked into the machine so as the protector, it was time to get to work again. I used my Vine Whip and grabbed Oddish, just in the nick of time. But I wasn't going to make into the house with Oddish weighing me down, so the boy with the cap came over to me and starting pushing me to safety. I thought that was really nice, considering he could got sucked up the vacuum himself.
So we finally got in and everyone was safe...but then they tried to suck up the whole house so I had to do something and I decided maybe I could go on the roof and use my Vine Whip to whack it so it is not facing the house. I did just that, and as I was doing that the boy pulled out his Pokè Ball and unleashed his Pidgeotto. He instructed the bird to use its Gust attack and it did. The gust hit the vacuum wind and it started to make a tornado because the two winds combined. The gust was a little stronger so the tornado that the machine created moved backwards the big machine. They blew away like a fly getting swatted away with a newspaper.
After the crisis was over, Melanie said to the boy (yeah, with the cap)...
"I think you should have Bulbasaur because he has been here for too long, and since the Pokèmon here are going to go into the wild, they might not want to leave because it's too safe here."
I hated to admit it, but Melanie had a point. All my life I tried to protect Pokèmon in their times of need. Either here or "out there". At the same time, I vowed to prevent myself from getting captured. If I did, I wouldn't have been there to treat that Pidgey, stop those gang of Spearows, or prevent Vileplume from being stolen. I had done my "job" well. Maybe too well. The thought of joining that group of kids crossed my mind, but I wasn't about to make it easy for them. And I most definitely wouldn't go without a fight.
Since it was clear that my time here was over, I had to admit I felt somewhat sad. No more wandering, and no more doing whatever I want, and whenever I want. But before I left, I told Melanie that I wanted to go against that kid in a Pokèmon battle. So she delivered the message and he was more than happy to. The battle started, and I was to fight his Pikachu.
I got started and tried using Vine Whip but that darn Pikachu was way too fast for me so I tackled him to the ground and before he could counterattack I used another one. But then he turned it around and tackled me back really hard, so I surprised him, using my Vine Whip when he wasn't expecting it. I caught him tight with my vines and repeatedly whacked him on the ground. I really thought I had him but he used Thundershock. I felt severe pain as the electric shock went down my vines (since it conducted Pikachu's electricity) and shocked me hard until I couldn't move (I was paralyzed). It was pretty much over from there, so the boy threw a Pokè Ball at me and by now I was too paralyzed to move. Well, that was it. Caught me fair and square.
So, Melanie said her last good-byes and I did too. Before I left with Ash (whose name I just figured out) and his buddies, he told me not to worry and that I would see all my friends again one day. Because when they're ready, they'll roam around free through the wild again. I can only hope that if they ever find another trainer, that person will be just as kind as mine.
Once again, I so much appreciate you all for reading my fics, and thanks AGAIN to my brother for checking it over. (Geez, what annoying brother he can be sometimes...NOT! Heh, heh.) Yeah he's also an author (named "Whose Liner"). Well, not much else to say, but.. .thank you all!!!
I don't own any Pokèmon, I don't want to...actually maybe I do but I don't own any, and besides...my parents won't let me.
This chapter is about, you guess it, Bulbasaur. This is (also) my own version (of Bulbasaur's past). So by now you probably know what I am going to say so...this is Bulbasaur's time to shine.
A Pokèmon Perspective - Big, Bad, Bulbasaur
"Chirp, Chirp!" What, I over slept! I better get up and do what I do best...fighting crime and saving innocent, hurt Pokèmon. So, I got my Pokè Aid Kit and went out and saw a very injured Pokèmon that must have been there for the whole night while I was sleeping...
"I better go help it," I thought to myself. The half-conscious Pokèmon It was a (female) Pidgey. So I walked over and said I am here to help you so try not to move.
"Bulba, Bulba?" (How did you injure your wing?)
"Pidgey, Pidgey...Pidge, Pidgey! Pidge, Pidge, Pidgey!" (I was flying minding my own business and I got confronted by the Spear Gang/Spearow Gang. They started saying "'Hey, baby!', 'How ya doin'!', and then they started whistling at me. The leader came and tried to touch my face and I slapped his with my wing.)
I listened in horror as her story turned even uglier. She continued to say that since it was a gang, the leader said "Get her but break, smash, and terminate that stinking wing of hers until she can't fly!!! I want it to be permanent!!! So they twisted, turned, bent, and cracked the wing until her bone felt like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
"Pidge, Pidge". Pidge, Pidgey, Pidgey, Pidgey? Pidgey, Pidge." (There were about five of them. So here I am, just lying here with you so can you please fix my wing? I can't move it a centimeter.)
"Bulbasaur, Bulba, Bulba." (Okay I will help your wing and get back at the Spear Gang.)
I laid the little wing down on the ground and pulled it slightly that the bone would go back in place. I did this for every bone in the wing. I told the Pidgey not to move it for a while.
"Pidgey, Pidgey, Pidge?" (How am I supposed to move it if I can't, which I already told you?)
Oops, I forgot. I put the bandage that was in my Pokè Aid Kit on the wing and told her that she can go but she shouldn't fly or use that wing for the next few weeks. I also told her to come back if she ever needed a new bandage or to have it regularly checked. She agreed but was still worried about those Spearows. Naturally, I delivered a voice of confidence.
"Bulba, Bulba." (Don't worry I'll have a little chat with them.)
"Pidgey." (See you later, Bulbasaur.)
"Bul." (See ya.)
Well another Pokèmon is saved so lets see who else needs a savin'. Maybe-
"Squawk, squawk, squawk!!!"
As luck would have it, I wouldn't have to go too far to track down that Pidgey's attackers.
"Bulba, Bulba!!!" (Hey, you guys come down here now!!!)
"Squawk?" (What do you want?)
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Bulbasaur." (I want to tell you that your so- called "gang" isn't a gang, it's an incompetent, idiotic group.)
"Squawk? Squawk, squawk!" (Well is that so? Jim? Bob?...get him!)
Without hesitation, they started pecking at me and so I tried my Razor Leaf attack. Unfortunately, they managed to successfully deflect it. It was then that I remembered my grass attacks don't affect flying type Pokèmon that much, so...
...I tried using my Sleep Powder. It made them both fall asleep so then tackled Jim, who bumped Bob into a tree and Jim eventually fell flat into the ground.
"Squawk, squawk...squawk, squawk, squawk!" (Okay, Bulbasaur that was good...but not good enough!
The gang sent out three more of their flunkies, named Larry, Harry, and Ben. I tried using my Sleep Powder again, but it only reached Harry. I was about to tackle Harry, but Ben came charging at me with what looked like a very menacing Drill Peck attack. So I was forced to dodge but, unfortunately I wasn't fast enough. Ben grazed my side with his beak. I got a little hurt, but at the moment, it was nothing I couldn't handle. Luckily when I dodged Ben, he smacked right into Harry and continued to fly forward until his beak got stuck in a big rock. It was apparent that those two wouldn't be fighting again anytime soon. So now it was down to just me...and Larry.
Larry also used Drill Peck and I dodged (successfully, this time), but he would just swoop around and use another one. He kept going and going and I dodged and dodged. So I figured out that I could get a quick attack before he comes back swooping. Their leader (who had just flown into the area to view my handiwork) must of known what I was thinking because he said...
"Squawwwk! Squawk!" (You can't use Tackle! Larry's Drill Peck would blow you away!)
I hated to admit it, but the "Big Kahuna" was right. He continued to taunt me, stating that usage of my Vine Whip or Razor Lear would also be useless. So then I had to go with my last resort, namely my (somewhat) trusty Leech Seed. When I used it Larry stopped and fell to the ground. I then used Growth to strengthen my special attack. The leader was forced to undergo the statement, "If want you something done right, you've got to do it yourself!"
"Squawwwk!!!" (Get him Larry!!!)
"Bulbasaur, Bulba!!!" (Okay here I go...Vine Whip!!!)
By now, you're all probably thinking... "You are so silly, you just said a second ago that your Vine Whip wouldn't effect him."
You see, I'm not going to whack him with it, I'm gonna grab him and throw him to the ground. Afterwards, I have another idea in mind for that stinkin' Spearow leader. Now I'll use my powerful RAZOR LEAF(!) attack to blow all of them away, using my leaves to create a (mini-) tornado in which to trap them in.
As they got blown away into the horizon, I swear could I hear the leader's "last words."
"Squawwwk, squawk, squawk, squawwwwwk!" (Don't worry, dudes. We'll get that blasted Bulbasaur when you guys recover.)
Another victory for this big, bad, BULBASAUR!!! YEAH!!! ^_^
Let's see is there's any other Pokèmon to save.
I continued to proudly walk along and saw a Pokèmon Poacher! Watching from afar, I found that he was spying on a single trainer on the road. It looked like one of those self-proclaimed (female) "Cool Trainers".
(Author: Y'know, from the game???)
Anyway, she appeared to be quite cheerful, merrily making her way down the path with her Vileplume. But before I knew it, that poacher tried to steal that trainer's Pokèmon with a lasso! So I ran over and saw that the Cool Trainer was trying to hold on to her Pokèmon from the other end. So I shot out a single Razor Leaf, cutting the Poacher's rope in half. (Apparently, this dumb poacher didn't know the difference between wild Pokèmon and Pokèmon that were being trained.)
Needless to say, the Poacher got really upset. She threw off her cap and started to stomp on the ground (and her cap...!) shouting at me. Then the trainer (with me and her Pokèmon) walked over to the Poacher and the trainer tried to find out exactly why she (the poacher's female) tried to steal her Pokèmon. We found that her motives weren't truly evil.
The truth of the matter was that she needed a Pokèmon for her sick grandfather.
"...and I need some of the special liquids from the top of a Vileplume to cure him."
"Well, if you told me in the first place I would have let you," said the Cool Trainer. "We'll help you, but you gotta learn to just ask for help in the future, okay?"
"Okay."
"All right, if you lead the way I'll bring my Vileplume to your sick grandfather."
"Oh, thank you so much! Follow me!"
With a simple "Go through these bushes, and take a left up here... and here we are,", we reached her grandfather's small cottage. I saw the grandfather and indeed, he looked pretty ill. He was a bit pale in the face and had a wet towel on his forehead. By now, it was obvious that this Poacher wasn't a Poacher at all, but an innocent girl trying to save her grandfather's life...how sad. The grandfather was a little surprised to see us all here, so the girl (POACHER...oops, sorry) briefly tried to explain what happened. About how she tried to take this Cool Trainer's Pokèmon, and how I helped them, and inadvertently helped this girl do the right thing.
She asked the Cool Trainer if she could now (carefully) extract some of the Vileplumes special juices from the top of it's head for the cure. The trainer agreed.
"Okay here it goes..."
*SQUISHHH*
Using a small metal spoon, she managed to scoop out as much "nectar" as she could, then pouring it into a glass container. Afterwards, she mixed it in with some hot water (along with a few other liquids and herbs I didn't recognize), and poured it all into a small mug. The girl walked over to her grandfather's side, and held out the mug. Her grandfather slowly got up.
"Here...I got it, Grandfather. Drink this. Careful, it's hot."
The elderly man slowly nodded and carefully sipped the drink. We all watched the scene intently, in hopes that it would play out exactly the way this girl hoped. Finally-
*GULP, GULP*
Within five minutes or so, he got up and stretched.
"How do you feel, Grandpa?"
"Ahhhh, I feel...refreshed! Finally my sickness has gone away. Oh, thank you, all! Thank you! As a token to my appreciation, I have here a small little present for you, Bulbasaur."
The elder looked down at me, and pulled out of his pocket a small card. One of my Vine Whips reached out to take it. I read what was on it, but I didn't understand exactly what this card was for. The old man chucked as I looked up at him with a confused face.
"Bulb?" (Huh?)
"It's an address for special Pokèmon like you, Bulbasaur. It's a place where weak Pokèmon go to be treated. If want to check it out it is just down the road that way, and then a little walk through the woods."
Immediately, this sounded like an amazing opportunity for me. Since I was born, I always had an ambition to save and protect Pokèmon who were unable to defend themselves. But a chance to do something like this "professionally"? Sounds fun. Maybe I could get job there as their guardian or something. (Ha.)
And so, Cool Trainer and I said our good-byes and we went our separate ways. She went continued down the path she had originally gone, and I wanted to check out the place "Gramps" was talking about. I did as he instructed. I went down the street and a little bit through the woods. Indeed, I soon spotted a little cottage with a river running down the side of it. There were Pokèmon everywhere, and a young girl who must have been the owner.
So the girl who owned the place came to me and said "Are you a wild Pokèmon too? Do you want to stay here?"
I managed to get across the message that I wanted to check the place out first. So I went to the other Pokèmon and asked what is this place here is for. And they all said the same thing, it's for wild Pokèmon to grow, strengthen, and eventually go back in the wild when they are strong enough. The downside was that occasionally some people try to steal the Pokèmon here, and though there hasn't been any in awhile, they're on the look out.
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Bulbasaur, Bulba." (Oh I see, maybe I know, I could stay here and protect you guys. Because I save injured Pokèmon often and protect them too. I could do the same thing here.)
I told the girl of my "proposition" and she said, "That would be wonderful, you can protect us if any bad people come. Oh, by the way...my name is Melanie. So if you need me for food or anything else, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"Bulb." (Sure.)
And that's how I went from becoming a lone Pokèmon protector to the official guardian of all Pokèmon living in this "Hidden Village". Over the course of the next month, I had met with all sorts of Pokèmon who, tragically, been either lost or abandoned by their heartless trainers. But Melanie and I always managed to come through and nurse them back to health. Not only had I become their protector, but I became something of a nurse, as well. Eventually I grew close to the others, and we all became good friends, sleeping near each other, and trading stories during our shared meals. For a time, I was truly happy and really felt like I belonged.
A somewhat strange turn of events occurred after that reasonably peaceful month. One day an Oddish had wandered off and away from the Hidden Village and naturally being the protector, I was obligated to find the little guy and bring him back. It was a difficult search, but a group of voices soon led me to him. Spying through some bushes, a saw a boy wearing a cap (along with a Pikachu), another tall boy with spiked hair (and closed eyes...?), and a red-haired girl talking over capturing an Oddish who was drinking from a nearby pond. It didn't take very long to figure out that the Oddish they were talking about was the same one I was looking for. The girl battled with it, and nearly succeeded n capturing it, but I did my job and protected the Oddish, and brought him back to the cottage. They tried to follow us, but thankfully got caught in one of the many traps Melanie had set out for people trying to catch any of us around here.
A few hours later I was surprised to see the same people, who somehow had made their way here. The girl recognized Oddish and walked over to it. I watched from afar as she began talking to it, but suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What if she was sweet-talking that little buddy of mine in hopes of capturing it? And soon enough, one of the boys came and argued with that girl again. I really thought they were arguing over who gets the Oddish, and wasn't about to give them that kind of chance! So I tackled the girl to prove a point. Specifically, to show that I took my job as protector (of the Pokèmon and this Hidden Village) VERY seriously. To show that I meant business. Then, Melanie said that I was just trying to protect Oddish. I heard the boy with the cap mumble to himself that it would be helpful to have a very strong Pokèmon like me.
Then all of a sudden a HUGE MACHINE came crashing down on the trees and a connecting hose started to suck up all the Pokèmon and I a big vacuum. Operating the machine was a strange trio. There was a tall woman with LONG red hair, a man with short bluish-purple hair and a talking Meowth. I couldn't understand it, much less explain it, except that it was talking like a human!
I also noticed that the man and the woman wore strange white outfits, with a big, red "R" on the chest. These were definitely a weird bunch. Maybe one I'll find out what they're all about...
Anyway, the boy with brown hair without pupils said to go in the house but while I was going to the house Oddish I realized was no where to be seen. I turned my head and saw that Oddish was getting sucked into the machine so as the protector, it was time to get to work again. I used my Vine Whip and grabbed Oddish, just in the nick of time. But I wasn't going to make into the house with Oddish weighing me down, so the boy with the cap came over to me and starting pushing me to safety. I thought that was really nice, considering he could got sucked up the vacuum himself.
So we finally got in and everyone was safe...but then they tried to suck up the whole house so I had to do something and I decided maybe I could go on the roof and use my Vine Whip to whack it so it is not facing the house. I did just that, and as I was doing that the boy pulled out his Pokè Ball and unleashed his Pidgeotto. He instructed the bird to use its Gust attack and it did. The gust hit the vacuum wind and it started to make a tornado because the two winds combined. The gust was a little stronger so the tornado that the machine created moved backwards the big machine. They blew away like a fly getting swatted away with a newspaper.
After the crisis was over, Melanie said to the boy (yeah, with the cap)...
"I think you should have Bulbasaur because he has been here for too long, and since the Pokèmon here are going to go into the wild, they might not want to leave because it's too safe here."
I hated to admit it, but Melanie had a point. All my life I tried to protect Pokèmon in their times of need. Either here or "out there". At the same time, I vowed to prevent myself from getting captured. If I did, I wouldn't have been there to treat that Pidgey, stop those gang of Spearows, or prevent Vileplume from being stolen. I had done my "job" well. Maybe too well. The thought of joining that group of kids crossed my mind, but I wasn't about to make it easy for them. And I most definitely wouldn't go without a fight.
Since it was clear that my time here was over, I had to admit I felt somewhat sad. No more wandering, and no more doing whatever I want, and whenever I want. But before I left, I told Melanie that I wanted to go against that kid in a Pokèmon battle. So she delivered the message and he was more than happy to. The battle started, and I was to fight his Pikachu.
I got started and tried using Vine Whip but that darn Pikachu was way too fast for me so I tackled him to the ground and before he could counterattack I used another one. But then he turned it around and tackled me back really hard, so I surprised him, using my Vine Whip when he wasn't expecting it. I caught him tight with my vines and repeatedly whacked him on the ground. I really thought I had him but he used Thundershock. I felt severe pain as the electric shock went down my vines (since it conducted Pikachu's electricity) and shocked me hard until I couldn't move (I was paralyzed). It was pretty much over from there, so the boy threw a Pokè Ball at me and by now I was too paralyzed to move. Well, that was it. Caught me fair and square.
So, Melanie said her last good-byes and I did too. Before I left with Ash (whose name I just figured out) and his buddies, he told me not to worry and that I would see all my friends again one day. Because when they're ready, they'll roam around free through the wild again. I can only hope that if they ever find another trainer, that person will be just as kind as mine.
Once again, I so much appreciate you all for reading my fics, and thanks AGAIN to my brother for checking it over. (Geez, what annoying brother he can be sometimes...NOT! Heh, heh.) Yeah he's also an author (named "Whose Liner"). Well, not much else to say, but.. .thank you all!!!