-Chapter 3-
-VS. Granbull! -
"You got completely carried away!"
"Should only have let you get him off!"
"He had better be okay!"
"Do you want me to call my lawyer?"
Professor Ivy rudely and angrily pushed Orange out of her lab.
"And take your mean little Elekid with you!" She lightly tossed the little Pokémon out the glass door, and it landed with a soft thump on the sand.
"But it's not mine! I don't even have a Poké-" Orange began. Ivy threw open the door and chucked a red and white Pokéball at Orange's head.
"There! An official Pokémon professor gave you a Pokémon from a trio! It's yours!' she yelled. She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled down her eyelid, then slammed the door in Orange's face.
"Err… Thanks, I guess." said Orange, not really directed at anyone. He aimed the Pokéball at Elekid, and pushed the button. With a flash of light, the baby Elekid was now inside the ball, visible through the transparent red top. It was officially Orange's. He removed Slowgo's Pokéball from his belt, and held a ball in both hands. He pressed both the buttons, and Slowgo and the Elekid came out.
"Slowgo, this is - this is um…" Orange thought of a good nickname for Elekid. To fit with Slowgo, he chose; "Slowgo, this is Buzzgo. Buzzgo, this is Slowgo," Orange introduced his two Pokémon, "Buzzgo, is that an okay name?"
"Bibi!" said Buzzgo. He smiled at Orange, then smiled at Slowgo as well. After a second, Slowgo smiled a little as well, but to himself, wanted to be Orange's only Pokémon. He could live with it, though.
Suddenly, Buzzgo started hopping up and down, pointing at Orange.
"Bibibi! Bibibi! Bibibi!" it yelled, pointing at Orange's backpack.
"What is it?" asked Orange, as he removed his backpack then set it on the sand. Elekid opened it up, and carefully, one at a time, pulled the eggs out. He walked around them, examining them and making they weren't damaged, then put them back in Orange's backpack.
"Bi." he said, clarifying they were okay. Orange laughed, then pulled his backpack back over his shoulder.
"Yado?" said Slowgo, looking at the sky. Orange followed his eyes, then he too saw another blimp coming in to land on Valencia Island. Orange scooped up Buzzgo and put him over his backpack straps on his shoulders.
"Hold on buddy!" said Orange. He returned Slowgo, who was too heavy to carry, to his Pokéball, and reattached it to his belt as Orange sprinted to the landing strip with Buzzgo clinging to his hat.
The blimp was still a little ways from landing when Orange arrived, so he had some time to kill. He lay Buzzgo back on the sand, then re-released Slowgo. Orange took his iPoké from his pocket and pressed some buttons until a hard rock song blasted from the device's speakers, PokéRock. It was Orange's favorite, as well as the favorite of pink Pokémon, like Slowgo. Slowgo swayed side-to-side, a little offbeat from the music. Tall stalks of sea grass quivered, and then three Snubbull emerged from the bushes. They were pink as well, and began head banging to the song. Orange laughed, and cranked up the volume. Even Buzzgo, who would usually enjoy PokéTechno, smiled and danced around a bit. Across the reeds in a meadow, a girl was training her Miltank against a wild Paras. The Miltank perked its ears, then, hearing the sound in the distance, gave a happy cry. "Midomido!" It began to walk through the reeds, and its trainer chased after it. Meanwhile, the blimp finally arrived, and Orange switched off his iPoké. The Snubbulls stopped dancing, and looked sadly at Orange. "Buboo?" they said, and Orange shook his head no. One Snubbull's bottom lip quivered, then all at once, the three of them broke into tears and ran away shouting "Burooo! Burooo!" Orange frowned and opened his mouth to apologize, but was cut short as the blimp noisily touched back down. The girl and her Miltank emerged with a rustle from the reeds. "Mido?" cried the Miltank loudly. Orange jumped, and crashed onto the ground.
"Waah! Who are you?" he said, scuffling on the sandy ground.
"I'm Lemon," said the girl. She had cool gentle eyes, very sweet and innocent, but with a bitter core bottled up inside. They were vibrant with life and energy. "And this is my Miltank, Milton," she said.
"Midomido!" the cow Pokémon cried. Lemon held out her hand, and Orange took it. She helped Orange scramble back to his feet. He lolled embarrassedly for a moment, then turned back to the blimp as a ramp emerged from the door, and the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the sunlight coming through the window on the other side, was a famous figure of knowledge and admiration: Professor Samuel Oak from Kanto.
"Why, Hello there!" he said merrily. He strolled over to Orange and Lemon, who were standing and gaping at the professor.
Suddenly, a brown blur smashed through the reeds and smashed into Professor Oak. A discolored Granbull had its thick arm around the professor's neck, strangling him. Orange and Lemon watched in horror then were snapped back into reality with a loud "MIDO!" from Milton.
"Buzzgo, Slowgo, attack!" shouted Orange, pointing at the huge Pokémon before them.
"No, don't!" cried Lemon, "They'll hit the professor!" Orange realized she was right, and, thanks to Slowgo's slow reaction time, was able to call off the attack before it happened. Orange thought quickly, as the professor was gasping for air as the Granbull hopped up and down violently.
"Well, what attacks does your Miltank know?" asked Orange.
"Uh, Milk Drink, Secret Power, Rollout and -" she began.
"That's it!" cried Orange. "tell Milton to go around and around Professor Oak and the Granbull!" Lemon did as she was told, though she didn't see Orange's plan.
"Milton, do as he told you to! Rollout around the professor and the Pokémon!" she commanded. Milton rolled into a ball, and began moving in a slow circle around Oak and his captor. It began to pick up more and more speed until it was moving so fast it was merely a blur. Through the sand kicked up, Orange could see the Granbull becoming worried and confused. Its grip on the professor was loosening.
"Professor Oak!" cried Orange over the roar of the wind Milton was making, "When I count to three, jump out of the Granbull's hands!"
"One…" Milton spun faster and faster
"Two…" Orange positioned himself thusly
"Three!" he cried. Oak let go, and through the twister Milton had created, was lifted up and out of the Granbull's range. Orange's eyes widened as Professor Oak fell from above. Lemon dashed in just in time, and together, she and Orange painfully padded Professor Oak's fall.
"Milton, keep rolling!" cried Orange. "Slowgo, Bubblebeam, fast!" he shouted. Slowgo launched a jet of bubbles as fast as he could toward the twister, and the bubbles caught in the wind and menacingly whipped through the air. "Buzzgo, Thunderpunch the stream of bubbles!" shouted Orange. Buzzgo jumped into action and stuck his hand into the jet of bubbles Slowgo was still launching. He spun his left arm to charge more electricity, then all at once released it through his right. The jolt traveled through the stream, and into the wicked twister as well.
"Now stop Milton!" Orange commanded suddenly. Milton lurched to a stop and the lethal twister closed in on the brown Granbull, fainting it instantly. Milton fell over as well, but merely out of exhaustion.
"Mido…" it said softly between pants. Lemon ran over and comforted it while Orange vigorously praised Slowgo and Buzzgo for their work. Oak looked at his discolored attacker and quickly retrieved a Pokéball from his pocket. He threw it at the Granbull and quickly caught it.
"Shiny Pokémon are very rare!" he said, and grinning, he looked through the transparent top at his successful capture inside. The three Snubbull from before peered slowly from behind the reeds and began to cry again as their quick search for the Granbull failed.
"Is that Pokémon their mother…?" wondered Lemon out loud. Orange suddenly felt a pang of guilt. The Snubbull must have gotten upset when Orange turned off the PokéRock and gotten their mother that Oak had now taken from them.
"Professor…" said Orange, "If you are going to capture the Granbull, could you take these three Snubbull as well?" he asked politely as he could.
"I suppose I should, shouldn't I?" said Oak. He tossed three more Pokéballs, but the three bulldog Pokémon knocked them away. Oak sighed. "It looks like they want to fight, too," he said. He looked at Orange and Lemon, and they nodded at each other.
"Attack!"
-Chapter 4-
-VS. Tangela!-