This story will seem familiar to you older FanFic posters from the original TPM site. I posted this story like two years ago! Enjoy:
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Ch. 1 Ash Is Born

The Pokemon Master was returning from on high to celebrate with Pallet the birth of his son, and heir, Ash Ketchum. Prof. Oak arranged a party and all of town came. The Pokemon Master, who looked like Goku, came out with his wife and son to the cheers.

"One day, my son will follow in my footsteps to become master." Mr. Ketchum said as the town cheered. Ash was scared, not knowing what was going on. "He will be remembered as one of the greatest trainers of all time, just like his old man." Only one man didn't celebrate, Giovanni. He was at his gym in Viridian City with his Persian. He got a Rattata and held it up. Persian growled and licked his lips with a grin.

"Life's not fair is it?" Giovanni muttered to the Rattata. "You for see, I shall never be Pokemon Master. But you shall never see the light of another day. Oh you." He held the Rattata to Persian and he opened his mouth.

"Didn't you ever tell your Pokemon not to play with his food?" A boy asked, Brock.

"What do you want?" Giovanni sighed as Persian had Rattata's tail sticking out of his mouth.

"I'm here to say that since the Pokemon Master is coming you'd better have a good excuse for missing his party." Brock growled. Persian moaned and forgot about the Rattata. It opened Persian's mouth and ran out the gym door.

"Oh look Brock, you made Persian loose his lunch." Giovanni replied.

"You're gonna loose more than that when Mr. Ketchum arrives." Brock pouted.

"Oh how I quiver with fear." Giovanni grinned as Persian growled.

"Uh, Giovanni, why is Persian stalking me and looking at me that way?" Brock asked as Persian roared and lunged for him. "Help!" He bit his leg.

"Giovanni!" A voice called, the Pokemon Master. "Call him off."

"Nice timing." Brock gulped as Persian released his hold and walked over to Mr. Ketchum with Giovanni.

"Why if it isn't my old friend, on his return on high to mingle with us common trainers." Giovanni said as Persian paced around Mr. Ketchum.

"Delia and I didn't see you at the party." Mr. Ketchum replied.

"It was today?" Giovanni asked. "Oh I feel really awful, it slipped my mind." "Yea, well since you're the strongest trainer you should have been first in line." Brock countered, but hid behind Mr. Ketchum when Persian bared his teeth.

"I was first in line, until that brat was born." Giovanni remarked as he and Persian leered at the hiding Brock.

"That brat is my son." Mr. Ketchum cut in and Giovanni and Persian looked up. "He's the future Pokemon Master."

"I'll practice my training." Giovanni and Persian walked off.

"Don't turn you back on me guys." Mr. Ketchum warned.

"Oh no sir, you shouldn't turn your back on me." Giovanni corrected. Mr. Ketchum growled and ran to block their path. Persian roared at him.

"Is that a challenge?" Mr. Ketchum demanded.

"Temper. I'd never dream of fighting you." Giovanni replied.

"Pity, why not?" Brock grinned.

"Well, as far as brains go I got the high trainers share, but when it comes to brute strength," Giovanni looked at Brock and Mr. Ketchum and turned. "I'm on the shallow end of the pool." He and Persian walked off.

"You always know one, I know two." Brock sighed. "They always ruin special occasions."

"What will I do with him?" Mr. Ketchum sighed as they left the gym.

"You could turn Persian into a rug?" Brock joked.

"Brock?" Mr. Ketchum grinned.

"No, just think. If he ever gets dirty you can beat him or throw him in water. Cats hate that." Brock went on as Mr. Ketchum laughed. At Prof. Oak's house, he was listening to the storm coming outside. He picked up a paper on a clipboard and looked at it. He got a pencil and laughed a little.

"Ash." He grinned as he wrote his name on the paper of future trainers. Along with his name was that of Prof. Oak's grandson Gary, a hard to read name, a boy named Damion and a girl named Melody.