Pewter City Geodude
1st January 2004, 02:26 AM
The Poison Pokemon Tournament
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Pokemon, no financial gain here, whatever.
A/N: May is 14 in this fic, because I think she should be the same age as Ash. Deal with it. :-p
--part 1--
“Well,” said eight-year-old Max White, looking at his prize PokeNav, “it shouldn’t be too much longer before we hit Fallarbor Town.”
“Yep, Beautifly and I can’t wait to enter the contest there!” exclaimed his sister, 14-year-old May.
The Pikachu perched on the shoulder of their friend, 14-year-old Ash Ketchum, suddenly chirped. “What is it, Pikachu?” asked Ash. “Did you hear something?” Pikachu chirped again, nodded, and pointed into the forest to the group’s right.
The last member of the group, 19-year-old Brock Slate, strained his ears to listen. “Hey, it sounds like there’s a Pokemon battle going on in the forest there.”
Ash was now curious. “Let’s go check it out.” He plunged off the trail and into the forest, followed by the others.
A very short walk later, after shouldering their way past trees and pushing branches out of the way, they came to a small clearing, where a girl about Brock’s age looked to be finishing up a battle with a wild Ekans. A roundish, green Pokemon that Ash had never seen before stood in front of her, apparently having just finished an attack. Ash and May immediately scanned the Pokemon with their Pokedexes. “Gulpin. The Stomach Pokemon,” recited the female computerized voice of Ash’s Pokedex. “Virtually all of Gulpin’s body is its stomach. As a result, it can swallow something its own size. This Pokemon’s stomach contains a special fluid that digests anything.”
“Wow, I wonder how much it eats,” May remarked after they put the devices away.
The Gulpin’s trainer heard her, but wasn’t ready to reply just yet. She had weakened that wild Ekans enough that she now withdrew a Pokeball from her pocket and tossed it at the Snake Pokemon. The ball released its familiar red transparent beam, enveloping the Ekans and taking it inside. The ball landed, and shook once, twice, three times…then was still. The girl nearly tripped over her Gulpin in her excitement to run to the Pokeball. She held it up triumphantly and turned to the newcomers. “All right! I caught an Ekans!” she exclaimed while pumping her other fist in the air. “Great job, Gulpin!” she congratulated her Pokemon, then recalled it into its ball.
Finally able to get his first good look at her, Brock promptly went nuts. She had chin-length light blond hair, and aqua-blue eyes that seemed lively and mischievous. Her skin had a slight tan that didn’t quite hide the few scattered freckles on her face. The colors of her skin and face starkly contrasted with her clothes. She wore a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the name and logo of “The Poison Stingers,” which were apparently a rock band Brock had never heard of. The shirt was tucked into tight black jeans, and her feet were clad in new-looking purple-and-black sneakers.
“Well hello there!” Brock cried, running up to her and grabbing her hands, nearly causing her to drop her newly acquired Ekans’ Pokeball. One could almost see the hearts in Brock’s eyes as he stared into hers. “I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!”
Annoyed, Max reached up, grabbed Brock’s ear, and began dragging him away. “C’mon,” said the young navigator. “Let’s go look for your breath over here.”
The girl looked at Ash and May with an amused twinkle in her eye. “Is he always like that?”
They both nodded. “Pretty much,” said Ash. “Anyway, nice job capturing that Ekans. And it looks like your Gulpin is well-trained too.”
“Thanks! It feels great when someone compliments my Pokemon,” the girl responded, extending her hand. “I’m Monica Freeman.”
“I’m Ash Ketchum, and this is my Pikachu,” Ash responded, nodding towards the Electric-type on his shoulder, then accepting the handshake. Brock had recovered by then, so he introduced himself too, as did May and Max.
“So, are all of you travelling trainers?” Monica asked.
“I’m not,” Max said, looking downcast. “I’m too young to have a Pokemon yet.”
“C’mon Max, don’t start that again,” complained May, “you know perfectly well that Mom and Dad said you can have your trainer’s license as soon as you turn 10. Too bad that’s almost two years from now.” She said that last sentence with a hint of teasing in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it, Max, you’ll be 10 before you know it,” added Monica. The unexpected encouragement from the older girl made Max feel a little better. She then paused, as if trying to recall something. “Hey!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Did you guys say your last name was White and you were from Petalburg City?”
“Yes, why do you ask?” May wondered.
“Are you any relation to Norman White, the Petalburg Gym Leader?”
“Yeah, he’s our father.”
“Cool! I battled him last month, his Vigoroth was amazing!” Monica pulled a thin, green badge case from her backpack and proudly showed the group her five badges. “I train mostly Poison-type Pokemon,” she went on, “except for my Wingull and my starter Torchic, who’s now a Combusken. In my spare time, I like to read books and gather information about Pokemon breeding, it’s kind of a hobby of mine. It’s also something to fall back on if things don’t work out for me as a trainer.”
“You breed—I mean, you’re interested in breeding? Really?” Brock was excited. “Wow, my dream girl has finally appeared!” He was getting that far-off look in his eyes again, staring at Monica. “My 2 main interests, girls and Pokemon breeding—united in a beautiful feast for the eyes!”
Monica gave a little laugh. “You’re a breeder?”
The question seemed to snap Brock out of his trance, now that he was called on to talk about his other main interest. “Yes, I am travelling with my friends here in the hopes of learning everything I can about Pokemon, with the goal of becoming the world’s best Pokemon breeder. I have gained lots of valuable experience so far,” he said in a scholarly tone.
Ash and May went on to explain their goals, of becoming a Pokemon Master and becoming a successful Contest coordinator, respectively, as the group made their way back to the main trail.
After some more pleasant conversation, Monica revealed that she planned to enter the upcoming Poison Pokemon Tournament in Fallarbor Town. Every five years, she explained, Fallarbor Town held a 17-week series of Pokemon Tournaments, one for each Pokemon type. Ash and his friends had just happened to arrive the day before the Poison Pokemon Tournament was due to start. “Are you guys interested in entering?” she asked. “I heard there are still a few slots free.”
“Well…” said May slowly, “I don’t have any Poison-type Pokemon, and I prefer training for contests anyway.”
“I was intending on using only my new captures from here in Hoenn, but I can’t pass this up,” said Ash, considering. “Ok, I’m in. I have a couple of Poison Pokemon with Professor Oak back home in Pallet Town. When we get to the Pokemon Center I’ll make the switch.”
“I’ll enter of course! Anything for you, my love!” Brock said enthusiastically.
Dragging him a distance away again, Max whispered, “Brock, you don’t have any Poison-type Pokemon, remember?”
“Oh…that’s right,” Brock realized, looking quite dejected. “Hey, wait a minute!” he suddenly realized. “Crobat! Jasper can lend it back to me for a while!” Suddenly straightening up, he bolted forward towards Fallarbor Town and the Pokemon Center. He had a mission, and that was to enter that Poison Pokemon Tournament and impress Monica.
“Brock, wait up! What are you talking about?” asked Max, jogging after him. Laughing at Brock’s antics, Monica and the rest of the group ran to keep up.
-A/N – Thanks to Blackjack Gabbiani for suggesting the name Jasper as a dub name for Brock’s oldest brother.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Pokemon, no financial gain here, whatever.
A/N: May is 14 in this fic, because I think she should be the same age as Ash. Deal with it. :-p
--part 1--
“Well,” said eight-year-old Max White, looking at his prize PokeNav, “it shouldn’t be too much longer before we hit Fallarbor Town.”
“Yep, Beautifly and I can’t wait to enter the contest there!” exclaimed his sister, 14-year-old May.
The Pikachu perched on the shoulder of their friend, 14-year-old Ash Ketchum, suddenly chirped. “What is it, Pikachu?” asked Ash. “Did you hear something?” Pikachu chirped again, nodded, and pointed into the forest to the group’s right.
The last member of the group, 19-year-old Brock Slate, strained his ears to listen. “Hey, it sounds like there’s a Pokemon battle going on in the forest there.”
Ash was now curious. “Let’s go check it out.” He plunged off the trail and into the forest, followed by the others.
A very short walk later, after shouldering their way past trees and pushing branches out of the way, they came to a small clearing, where a girl about Brock’s age looked to be finishing up a battle with a wild Ekans. A roundish, green Pokemon that Ash had never seen before stood in front of her, apparently having just finished an attack. Ash and May immediately scanned the Pokemon with their Pokedexes. “Gulpin. The Stomach Pokemon,” recited the female computerized voice of Ash’s Pokedex. “Virtually all of Gulpin’s body is its stomach. As a result, it can swallow something its own size. This Pokemon’s stomach contains a special fluid that digests anything.”
“Wow, I wonder how much it eats,” May remarked after they put the devices away.
The Gulpin’s trainer heard her, but wasn’t ready to reply just yet. She had weakened that wild Ekans enough that she now withdrew a Pokeball from her pocket and tossed it at the Snake Pokemon. The ball released its familiar red transparent beam, enveloping the Ekans and taking it inside. The ball landed, and shook once, twice, three times…then was still. The girl nearly tripped over her Gulpin in her excitement to run to the Pokeball. She held it up triumphantly and turned to the newcomers. “All right! I caught an Ekans!” she exclaimed while pumping her other fist in the air. “Great job, Gulpin!” she congratulated her Pokemon, then recalled it into its ball.
Finally able to get his first good look at her, Brock promptly went nuts. She had chin-length light blond hair, and aqua-blue eyes that seemed lively and mischievous. Her skin had a slight tan that didn’t quite hide the few scattered freckles on her face. The colors of her skin and face starkly contrasted with her clothes. She wore a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the name and logo of “The Poison Stingers,” which were apparently a rock band Brock had never heard of. The shirt was tucked into tight black jeans, and her feet were clad in new-looking purple-and-black sneakers.
“Well hello there!” Brock cried, running up to her and grabbing her hands, nearly causing her to drop her newly acquired Ekans’ Pokeball. One could almost see the hearts in Brock’s eyes as he stared into hers. “I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!”
Annoyed, Max reached up, grabbed Brock’s ear, and began dragging him away. “C’mon,” said the young navigator. “Let’s go look for your breath over here.”
The girl looked at Ash and May with an amused twinkle in her eye. “Is he always like that?”
They both nodded. “Pretty much,” said Ash. “Anyway, nice job capturing that Ekans. And it looks like your Gulpin is well-trained too.”
“Thanks! It feels great when someone compliments my Pokemon,” the girl responded, extending her hand. “I’m Monica Freeman.”
“I’m Ash Ketchum, and this is my Pikachu,” Ash responded, nodding towards the Electric-type on his shoulder, then accepting the handshake. Brock had recovered by then, so he introduced himself too, as did May and Max.
“So, are all of you travelling trainers?” Monica asked.
“I’m not,” Max said, looking downcast. “I’m too young to have a Pokemon yet.”
“C’mon Max, don’t start that again,” complained May, “you know perfectly well that Mom and Dad said you can have your trainer’s license as soon as you turn 10. Too bad that’s almost two years from now.” She said that last sentence with a hint of teasing in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it, Max, you’ll be 10 before you know it,” added Monica. The unexpected encouragement from the older girl made Max feel a little better. She then paused, as if trying to recall something. “Hey!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Did you guys say your last name was White and you were from Petalburg City?”
“Yes, why do you ask?” May wondered.
“Are you any relation to Norman White, the Petalburg Gym Leader?”
“Yeah, he’s our father.”
“Cool! I battled him last month, his Vigoroth was amazing!” Monica pulled a thin, green badge case from her backpack and proudly showed the group her five badges. “I train mostly Poison-type Pokemon,” she went on, “except for my Wingull and my starter Torchic, who’s now a Combusken. In my spare time, I like to read books and gather information about Pokemon breeding, it’s kind of a hobby of mine. It’s also something to fall back on if things don’t work out for me as a trainer.”
“You breed—I mean, you’re interested in breeding? Really?” Brock was excited. “Wow, my dream girl has finally appeared!” He was getting that far-off look in his eyes again, staring at Monica. “My 2 main interests, girls and Pokemon breeding—united in a beautiful feast for the eyes!”
Monica gave a little laugh. “You’re a breeder?”
The question seemed to snap Brock out of his trance, now that he was called on to talk about his other main interest. “Yes, I am travelling with my friends here in the hopes of learning everything I can about Pokemon, with the goal of becoming the world’s best Pokemon breeder. I have gained lots of valuable experience so far,” he said in a scholarly tone.
Ash and May went on to explain their goals, of becoming a Pokemon Master and becoming a successful Contest coordinator, respectively, as the group made their way back to the main trail.
After some more pleasant conversation, Monica revealed that she planned to enter the upcoming Poison Pokemon Tournament in Fallarbor Town. Every five years, she explained, Fallarbor Town held a 17-week series of Pokemon Tournaments, one for each Pokemon type. Ash and his friends had just happened to arrive the day before the Poison Pokemon Tournament was due to start. “Are you guys interested in entering?” she asked. “I heard there are still a few slots free.”
“Well…” said May slowly, “I don’t have any Poison-type Pokemon, and I prefer training for contests anyway.”
“I was intending on using only my new captures from here in Hoenn, but I can’t pass this up,” said Ash, considering. “Ok, I’m in. I have a couple of Poison Pokemon with Professor Oak back home in Pallet Town. When we get to the Pokemon Center I’ll make the switch.”
“I’ll enter of course! Anything for you, my love!” Brock said enthusiastically.
Dragging him a distance away again, Max whispered, “Brock, you don’t have any Poison-type Pokemon, remember?”
“Oh…that’s right,” Brock realized, looking quite dejected. “Hey, wait a minute!” he suddenly realized. “Crobat! Jasper can lend it back to me for a while!” Suddenly straightening up, he bolted forward towards Fallarbor Town and the Pokemon Center. He had a mission, and that was to enter that Poison Pokemon Tournament and impress Monica.
“Brock, wait up! What are you talking about?” asked Max, jogging after him. Laughing at Brock’s antics, Monica and the rest of the group ran to keep up.
-A/N – Thanks to Blackjack Gabbiani for suggesting the name Jasper as a dub name for Brock’s oldest brother.