TRASH!
Chapter 5
Notes: Ok! If you remember, in chapter 1 I said the twerps were in France. Well, I've decided that they're not going to be in this, so, in this chapter, I'll get rid of them!! ! Email coments and/or suggestions here!! JupiterBlossemhotmail.com
"I've told you before, Buru! I don't believe in premarital... fondling!" shouted a strange looking woman. She was very tall, wearing clothes that were at least 5 sizes too small for her and had hair that looked like a mix between Jessie's and Sonic the Hedgehog's.
"And I've told you, Uleeni! WE ARE MARRIED!" argued back her companion. He was short, stocky and looked vaguely pixyish.
Tomato, walking behind them, rolled his eyes and promptly tripped over his trouser legs. He tried to get up, but tripped over them again. Giving up for a while, he laid face down wondering when he'd be old enough to choose his own clothes. He also hoped that one day soon, Uleeni would get some concept on size. Thinking of Uleeni, he quickly and successfully got to his feet and realized his adoptive parents were nowhere to be seen. Wondering if he'd been abandoned again, he sank to his knees and burst into tears.
The twerps were once again lost in the woods, having never heard of a map. Soon enough, though, they came across a clearing where a small, pink-haired kid was bawling his eyes out.
"Hey, kid! What's wrong?" asked Misty, running up to him. Tomato stopped crying immediately and glared at the twerps.
"Yaikal?!" he demanded. Met by baffled stares, he quickly switched to English. "Who are you?"
"I'm Ash and I'm a Pokemon trainer."
"I said who are you?! Not tell me your life story!" screamed Tomato. Then he blinked, taking in what Ash had just said. "Pokemon trainer? Will you battle me?"
"Sure!"
So they battled. I'm not going to write down the details because I hate doing that, but I will say that Ash never even wondered how a seven-year- old had acquired Pokemon. Anyway, Ash, being Ash, won and Tomato's eyes started filling with tears until Brock interrupted.
"You're pretty good for your age. Are you planning to be a Pokemon Master?"
"No," said Tomato, forgetting his tears. "I wanna work for Team Rocket!"
"What?!" cried the twerps in unison, except Pikachu, who cried "Pika" of course.
"Yeah! I already know how to render a man unconscious and crack his skull open like an egg! After all, France is the land of Team Rocket!"
Upon hearing this, the twerps ran as fast as they could into the sea and drowned or swam somewhere or something...I couldn't care less. Apart from Brock, who tripped over and knocked himself out because I like him and may use him after all.
Chapter 5
Notes: Ok! If you remember, in chapter 1 I said the twerps were in France. Well, I've decided that they're not going to be in this, so, in this chapter, I'll get rid of them!! ! Email coments and/or suggestions here!! JupiterBlossemhotmail.com
"I've told you before, Buru! I don't believe in premarital... fondling!" shouted a strange looking woman. She was very tall, wearing clothes that were at least 5 sizes too small for her and had hair that looked like a mix between Jessie's and Sonic the Hedgehog's.
"And I've told you, Uleeni! WE ARE MARRIED!" argued back her companion. He was short, stocky and looked vaguely pixyish.
Tomato, walking behind them, rolled his eyes and promptly tripped over his trouser legs. He tried to get up, but tripped over them again. Giving up for a while, he laid face down wondering when he'd be old enough to choose his own clothes. He also hoped that one day soon, Uleeni would get some concept on size. Thinking of Uleeni, he quickly and successfully got to his feet and realized his adoptive parents were nowhere to be seen. Wondering if he'd been abandoned again, he sank to his knees and burst into tears.
The twerps were once again lost in the woods, having never heard of a map. Soon enough, though, they came across a clearing where a small, pink-haired kid was bawling his eyes out.
"Hey, kid! What's wrong?" asked Misty, running up to him. Tomato stopped crying immediately and glared at the twerps.
"Yaikal?!" he demanded. Met by baffled stares, he quickly switched to English. "Who are you?"
"I'm Ash and I'm a Pokemon trainer."
"I said who are you?! Not tell me your life story!" screamed Tomato. Then he blinked, taking in what Ash had just said. "Pokemon trainer? Will you battle me?"
"Sure!"
So they battled. I'm not going to write down the details because I hate doing that, but I will say that Ash never even wondered how a seven-year- old had acquired Pokemon. Anyway, Ash, being Ash, won and Tomato's eyes started filling with tears until Brock interrupted.
"You're pretty good for your age. Are you planning to be a Pokemon Master?"
"No," said Tomato, forgetting his tears. "I wanna work for Team Rocket!"
"What?!" cried the twerps in unison, except Pikachu, who cried "Pika" of course.
"Yeah! I already know how to render a man unconscious and crack his skull open like an egg! After all, France is the land of Team Rocket!"
Upon hearing this, the twerps ran as fast as they could into the sea and drowned or swam somewhere or something...I couldn't care less. Apart from Brock, who tripped over and knocked himself out because I like him and may use him after all.