For those viewers who are reading this think that this is a pure pokemon
fanfic, it is sort of pure. Sure, 85 percent of it is pokemon, while 10
percent is Buffy and 5 percent is Yu-gi-oh (although the Yu-gi-oh percent
might be lower.) But it involves with more to do with Pokemon than the
others. (Although there is several references to Harry Potter within this
fanfics ... and James Bond.) Well, enjoy the first chapter revealing who
Lawrence really is and the start of his new life.
Chapter 1
Lawrence's Beginning
It is a clear autumn day and I was looking outside my bedroom window. My family lived outside of the city of Goldenrod. It was a small quaint town where no one could bother us. Why did my family do that? The Venemas have been belonged to Team Rocket ever since it got started so we don't want to attract suspicion. I looked outside and saw kids playing with their pokemon. I was about to turn 16. Usually, that meant I could go a pokemon journey, but in the Venema family it was different. When a Venema turns 10, according to my father, he or she goes over to the nearest Team Rocket Hideout and signs up. If they don't, Team Rocket grunts go looking for that person. That has never happened before, but it might because I am not joining Team Rocket. I am breaking tradition.
"Lawrence, breakfast." I heard my mother shouting.
I walked down the oak stairs. We lived in a beautiful house. It wasn't a mansion. My family might belong to Team Rocket but we aren't millionaires. I walked into the kitchen. There was my mom. Jennifer Venema was the greatest thief on Team Rocket plus she was the greatest cook. Of course Venemas are good cooks. Besides treachery, cooking is another great thing we can do. Cooking is one of our greatest strengths. Anyways, I walked into the kitchen to smell the wonderful smell of scrambled eggs with a touch of lemon pepper. I also smelled pancakes. I sat down at the table as Mother brought over breakfast.
"You know what today is. Team Rocket will be accepting new applicants to join their crime syndicate." Mother said.
I gave her the look and then continued eating. She knew that I didn't want to join but she had to remind me of the day. I don't think she would mind that I was breaking tradition, but she probably was a little sad. Then his dad Desler Venema came in. He was reading the newspaper. He showed it to his wife and showed it to Lawrence. The top story was about how Team Rocket struck again, this time at a festival. Even though he didn't like Team Rocket, Lawrence was proud of his brothers.
"Well, another success by our family. With Lawrence soon joining Team Rocket, it will be more of a ... "
Jennifer gave Desler the look. Desler was kind of confused but then he looked at his son. Why couldn't he finish his sentence? Was something wrong with Lawrence? Was there some reason why his wife made him shut up? Desler pulled up a chair next to Lawrence and looked at his son. His son was smart just like his other sons. His son was swift and agile. Lawrence had every trait of a Venema so what was wrong.
"Son, what is wrong?" Desler asked.
"Dad, I don't want to join Team Rocket." Lawrence replied.
Desler jumped out of his chair after he heard what his son said. He turned to his wife and she nodded. He couldn't believe he just heard. His son didn't want to join Team Rocket. He didn't want to follow tradition. He never expected this from his son. He never expected this from a Venema. Every Venema was anxious to join Team Rocket. Had he done something wrong? Had they done something wrong? Had they given Lawrence too much? Had they ignored him? Something was wrong because this would never have happened.
"Son, why don't you want to join Team Rocket?" Desler asked.
Lawrence put down his fork and looked at his father. How could he explain this to him? How could he explain about breaking tradition? He knew this would hard on his father, but it was just that he never cared for Team Rocket. They were awesome, Lawrence had to admit but not awesome enough to join. Sweat was running down Lawrence's face. His mother saw Lawrence sweat and knew it was hard for him to say to his father why he didn't want to join Team Rocket.
"Dad, it is just that ... Team Rocket is not my cup of tea. It is just that although it is tradition, I just don't want to join Team Rocket. I know it is awesome, but I'd rather become a pokemon trainer than become part of a crime syndicate." Lawrence explained to his father.
"It is true, honey. He has explained that same message to me. I know we should continue on tradition, but if our son doesn't want to become a Rocket, we shouldn't force him to." My mother explained.
I looked at my mother and smiled at her. It was great that she understood why I didn't want to, but would my father understand? I looked at him. His face wasn't angry but it did look a little upset. I knew that this would be hard on him. His own son not wanting to follow the tradition that every Venema continued but I just couldn't force myself to. That would be living a dishonest life. I wouldn't be happy and I doubt my father would want that. Then he started to laugh.
"Oh, Lawrence." He laughed some more.
I was shocked but then I taught about it some. Did he think that this was a joke? I hope he didn't because I was serious here. Then he came to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Then he handed me a pokeball with a note. Then he walked back towards the den. I didn't understand. I knew he was upset but leaving the room was kind of odd to see. I knew he couldn't force me. I looked at the pokeball with the note. I read the note. This is what it said;
Lawrence, if you are reading this, then you have not decided to join Team Rocket. It is okay. I knew that one of my daughters or sons would not want to. I have prepared my self for this for a long time. Just remember you still are a Venema. You are born with the instincts of a Rocket and maybe that will help you with your life. Hope you do well as a trainer as you would have done well as a Rocket.
My mouth dropped as I finished the letter. I never thought Dad would think a Venema would not want to join Team Rocket but what was more surprising that he was prepared for this. I was happy that my own dad understood that I was breaking tradition.
"You see son, we knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. Sure, you will be a break in the tradition but others will still carry on the tradition." Mother said to me.
I saw happy but then looked at the pokeball. I wondered what type of pokemon was in it. I looked at mother and she nodded as saying "Open it, it is alright." I released the pokemon from the pokeball. Out came an Ekans with a card in its mouth. I took the card from its mouth and read it. It was from my grandfather wishing me Happy Birthday. I forgot that not only today was the day that a Venema joins Team Rocket it was also my birthday. I was so happy that I picked up the Ekans and hugged it. Suddenly, am explosion happened in the family room. I rushed into the family room and my father was lighting up fireworks.
"Happy Birthday, Lawrence. You might not be a Rocket, but today you turn 10 and that would be the beginning of your pokemon journey." My father said then he hugged me while my Ekans was by my leg.
"Thanks, dad. I thought you wouldn't understand. I thought you would blow a fuse." I said to him.
"Well, I might have, but good thing I prepared for it. Like your pokemon?" My dad said.
"Yes, how did you know I liked snake pokemon?" I asked.
"Your grandpa told me. This is a present from him. I haven't given you my present and tonight there will be a big birthday bash only instead of the usual traditional ... you know." My dad said to me.
Ekans rubbed against my leg. I guess this was one of the snake pokemon I played with. With Venemas, you are always around danger. Snake pokemon, Spider pokemon, any type of dangerous pokemon, you name it. I was so happy that my dad understood. Then my mother came into the room. I knew that my brothers and sisters would understand. Then I wondered what would happen if Giovanni would send his grunts to get me to sign up. Then I blocked that thought out of my mind. I had better things to worry about. It was my birthday and I had a big day ahead of me.
"Now Lawrence, let me fix you a birthday breakfast. Just stay there and I will bring it to you." My mother said to me as she left the room for the kitchen.
My father patted me on his shoulder as he went into the den. I picked up the newspaper and saw a picture of Max and Trevor, my favorite brothers. They might not be the oldest but they are my favorite. The Twin Terrors strike again, the sub heading mentions. Apparently, at a Rare Pokemon festival, Team Rocket showed up and stole only the rare pokemon. My brothers were criminals but that didn't keep me stopping them from liking them.
"So you aren't joining Team Rocket. Well, I knew my predictions were right."
I turned around and saw Arthura "Gesper" Venema. He was one of the older brothers. He went over to me and patted me on the back. Funny thing about Arthura Venema, he didn't like being called Arthura. He liked being called Gesper. I think it was after playing Final Fantasy VIII. After got his psychic abilities, he thought the name Gesper fit him well. He hates it when we called him Arthura but that is his name. Whether he likes it or not, it will stick with him, but we do make him happy by calling him Gesper Venema sometimes. Other times we called him Arthura "Gesper" Venema. He is not happy that name Arthura is there but he is still happy.
"You don't mind, Gesper?" I asked.
"Not at all. I knew one day a Venema would stray from the pack. I hope you do well as a trainer." Gesper responded.
"How did you ...never mind, so are you ready for the birthday bash?" I asked.
He turned around and headed towards the kitchen but before he left the room, he sent me a psychic message.
Are you kidding? It will be the best party ever and you know how I knew that. Happy Birthday, my wonderful brother!! Gesper said to me.
I was happy that even my older brother understood it. Of course, he would. He is psychic. He can see things into the future. He is almost like the human version of Mewtwo. Sanfra says he is the life of Rockets Parties. This day was getting better and better. Nothing was going to ruin it. Well, I hoped nothing would because nothing in the world or universe could ruin this day.
Chapter 1
Lawrence's Beginning
It is a clear autumn day and I was looking outside my bedroom window. My family lived outside of the city of Goldenrod. It was a small quaint town where no one could bother us. Why did my family do that? The Venemas have been belonged to Team Rocket ever since it got started so we don't want to attract suspicion. I looked outside and saw kids playing with their pokemon. I was about to turn 16. Usually, that meant I could go a pokemon journey, but in the Venema family it was different. When a Venema turns 10, according to my father, he or she goes over to the nearest Team Rocket Hideout and signs up. If they don't, Team Rocket grunts go looking for that person. That has never happened before, but it might because I am not joining Team Rocket. I am breaking tradition.
"Lawrence, breakfast." I heard my mother shouting.
I walked down the oak stairs. We lived in a beautiful house. It wasn't a mansion. My family might belong to Team Rocket but we aren't millionaires. I walked into the kitchen. There was my mom. Jennifer Venema was the greatest thief on Team Rocket plus she was the greatest cook. Of course Venemas are good cooks. Besides treachery, cooking is another great thing we can do. Cooking is one of our greatest strengths. Anyways, I walked into the kitchen to smell the wonderful smell of scrambled eggs with a touch of lemon pepper. I also smelled pancakes. I sat down at the table as Mother brought over breakfast.
"You know what today is. Team Rocket will be accepting new applicants to join their crime syndicate." Mother said.
I gave her the look and then continued eating. She knew that I didn't want to join but she had to remind me of the day. I don't think she would mind that I was breaking tradition, but she probably was a little sad. Then his dad Desler Venema came in. He was reading the newspaper. He showed it to his wife and showed it to Lawrence. The top story was about how Team Rocket struck again, this time at a festival. Even though he didn't like Team Rocket, Lawrence was proud of his brothers.
"Well, another success by our family. With Lawrence soon joining Team Rocket, it will be more of a ... "
Jennifer gave Desler the look. Desler was kind of confused but then he looked at his son. Why couldn't he finish his sentence? Was something wrong with Lawrence? Was there some reason why his wife made him shut up? Desler pulled up a chair next to Lawrence and looked at his son. His son was smart just like his other sons. His son was swift and agile. Lawrence had every trait of a Venema so what was wrong.
"Son, what is wrong?" Desler asked.
"Dad, I don't want to join Team Rocket." Lawrence replied.
Desler jumped out of his chair after he heard what his son said. He turned to his wife and she nodded. He couldn't believe he just heard. His son didn't want to join Team Rocket. He didn't want to follow tradition. He never expected this from his son. He never expected this from a Venema. Every Venema was anxious to join Team Rocket. Had he done something wrong? Had they done something wrong? Had they given Lawrence too much? Had they ignored him? Something was wrong because this would never have happened.
"Son, why don't you want to join Team Rocket?" Desler asked.
Lawrence put down his fork and looked at his father. How could he explain this to him? How could he explain about breaking tradition? He knew this would hard on his father, but it was just that he never cared for Team Rocket. They were awesome, Lawrence had to admit but not awesome enough to join. Sweat was running down Lawrence's face. His mother saw Lawrence sweat and knew it was hard for him to say to his father why he didn't want to join Team Rocket.
"Dad, it is just that ... Team Rocket is not my cup of tea. It is just that although it is tradition, I just don't want to join Team Rocket. I know it is awesome, but I'd rather become a pokemon trainer than become part of a crime syndicate." Lawrence explained to his father.
"It is true, honey. He has explained that same message to me. I know we should continue on tradition, but if our son doesn't want to become a Rocket, we shouldn't force him to." My mother explained.
I looked at my mother and smiled at her. It was great that she understood why I didn't want to, but would my father understand? I looked at him. His face wasn't angry but it did look a little upset. I knew that this would be hard on him. His own son not wanting to follow the tradition that every Venema continued but I just couldn't force myself to. That would be living a dishonest life. I wouldn't be happy and I doubt my father would want that. Then he started to laugh.
"Oh, Lawrence." He laughed some more.
I was shocked but then I taught about it some. Did he think that this was a joke? I hope he didn't because I was serious here. Then he came to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Then he handed me a pokeball with a note. Then he walked back towards the den. I didn't understand. I knew he was upset but leaving the room was kind of odd to see. I knew he couldn't force me. I looked at the pokeball with the note. I read the note. This is what it said;
Lawrence, if you are reading this, then you have not decided to join Team Rocket. It is okay. I knew that one of my daughters or sons would not want to. I have prepared my self for this for a long time. Just remember you still are a Venema. You are born with the instincts of a Rocket and maybe that will help you with your life. Hope you do well as a trainer as you would have done well as a Rocket.
My mouth dropped as I finished the letter. I never thought Dad would think a Venema would not want to join Team Rocket but what was more surprising that he was prepared for this. I was happy that my own dad understood that I was breaking tradition.
"You see son, we knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. Sure, you will be a break in the tradition but others will still carry on the tradition." Mother said to me.
I saw happy but then looked at the pokeball. I wondered what type of pokemon was in it. I looked at mother and she nodded as saying "Open it, it is alright." I released the pokemon from the pokeball. Out came an Ekans with a card in its mouth. I took the card from its mouth and read it. It was from my grandfather wishing me Happy Birthday. I forgot that not only today was the day that a Venema joins Team Rocket it was also my birthday. I was so happy that I picked up the Ekans and hugged it. Suddenly, am explosion happened in the family room. I rushed into the family room and my father was lighting up fireworks.
"Happy Birthday, Lawrence. You might not be a Rocket, but today you turn 10 and that would be the beginning of your pokemon journey." My father said then he hugged me while my Ekans was by my leg.
"Thanks, dad. I thought you wouldn't understand. I thought you would blow a fuse." I said to him.
"Well, I might have, but good thing I prepared for it. Like your pokemon?" My dad said.
"Yes, how did you know I liked snake pokemon?" I asked.
"Your grandpa told me. This is a present from him. I haven't given you my present and tonight there will be a big birthday bash only instead of the usual traditional ... you know." My dad said to me.
Ekans rubbed against my leg. I guess this was one of the snake pokemon I played with. With Venemas, you are always around danger. Snake pokemon, Spider pokemon, any type of dangerous pokemon, you name it. I was so happy that my dad understood. Then my mother came into the room. I knew that my brothers and sisters would understand. Then I wondered what would happen if Giovanni would send his grunts to get me to sign up. Then I blocked that thought out of my mind. I had better things to worry about. It was my birthday and I had a big day ahead of me.
"Now Lawrence, let me fix you a birthday breakfast. Just stay there and I will bring it to you." My mother said to me as she left the room for the kitchen.
My father patted me on his shoulder as he went into the den. I picked up the newspaper and saw a picture of Max and Trevor, my favorite brothers. They might not be the oldest but they are my favorite. The Twin Terrors strike again, the sub heading mentions. Apparently, at a Rare Pokemon festival, Team Rocket showed up and stole only the rare pokemon. My brothers were criminals but that didn't keep me stopping them from liking them.
"So you aren't joining Team Rocket. Well, I knew my predictions were right."
I turned around and saw Arthura "Gesper" Venema. He was one of the older brothers. He went over to me and patted me on the back. Funny thing about Arthura Venema, he didn't like being called Arthura. He liked being called Gesper. I think it was after playing Final Fantasy VIII. After got his psychic abilities, he thought the name Gesper fit him well. He hates it when we called him Arthura but that is his name. Whether he likes it or not, it will stick with him, but we do make him happy by calling him Gesper Venema sometimes. Other times we called him Arthura "Gesper" Venema. He is not happy that name Arthura is there but he is still happy.
"You don't mind, Gesper?" I asked.
"Not at all. I knew one day a Venema would stray from the pack. I hope you do well as a trainer." Gesper responded.
"How did you ...never mind, so are you ready for the birthday bash?" I asked.
He turned around and headed towards the kitchen but before he left the room, he sent me a psychic message.
Are you kidding? It will be the best party ever and you know how I knew that. Happy Birthday, my wonderful brother!! Gesper said to me.
I was happy that even my older brother understood it. Of course, he would. He is psychic. He can see things into the future. He is almost like the human version of Mewtwo. Sanfra says he is the life of Rockets Parties. This day was getting better and better. Nothing was going to ruin it. Well, I hoped nothing would because nothing in the world or universe could ruin this day.