Royal
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I winced as the Pokeball opened again and the Spearow got out. Weak and injured, it tried to escape. But Beedrill quickly blocked its way.
This Spearow was strong-willed. Why take it from it? I sighed.
"Let it go, Beedrill," I sighed. Beedrill lowered its needles and flew to the side. The Spearow glanced at me weakly, and then flew off.
Beedrill flew up to me and looked at me curiously as if saying 'Why didn't you catch it?'
"It's a strong-willed Pokemon and probably likes to be wild," I explained. "Why take that will away?"
Beedrill nodded, understanding.
"Come on," I said, signaling with my hand for Beedrill to follow.
---
It wasn't long later when we reached the bottom of the hill. I was exhausted but Beedrill seemed fine. He was a fit Pokemon while I was… well, out of shape.
"Help!" I looked up quickly. A boy was running quickly with a light grey and black Pokemon at his side. I recognized it as a Poochyena. Behind him, two trainers dressed in dark cloaks chased him.
I got up and looked at Beedrill who was also watching. "We have to help him!" I shouted. As I ran up, I saw the boy trip and land on his face, his Poochyena licking his face, worriedly. The two trainers stopped and one took out a Pokeball, a grin spreading across his face.
"The Poochyena is ours!" he laughed.
"No," I shouted, running between the trainers and the boy. I knew them now – the two trainers were Dark trainers; they stole only Dark Pokemon and Poochyena was a Dark Pokemon. "You won't be getting his Pokemon!"
The two trainers laughed. The one holding the Pokeball looked at me, a sadistic grin on his face. "And you will stop us? I don't think so!" the trainer threw the Pokeball up and after a flash of a very bright light, an Espeon appeared. Despite its purple fur, it was covered in black armor and looked very angry.
I took out Grotle's Pokeball and threw it. After a flash of white light, my powerful, second-evolution Pokemon appeared.
"A Grotle?" the other trainer cocked his head. "How could a wimpy trainer like you come across a Pokemon like that?"
Grotle growled, angrily. The trainer backed up, but took a Pokeball off his belt.
"You can't take both of us!" he hissed, throwing the Pokeball into the air. After an explosion of bright light, a Starmie in dark armor appeared.
Suddenly, the trainer from behind came up beside me, his Poochyena close to his pant leg. "She doesn't have to!" he said, taking a Pokeball off his belt and throwing it. After a bright light, a reddish Pokemon with a tan fur color appeared.
"Flare!" it shouted.
"Flareon, use Ember on the Espeon!" the boy shouted. The Flareon quickly opened its mouth and shot several flames at its cousin.
"Grotle, use Bullet Seed on the Starmie!" I commanded. Grotle opened his mouth and shot out several seeds. Both attacks collided with the Dark trainers' Pokemon, but they weren't done.
"Espeon and Starmie use Psybeam!" one trainer commanded. Both Pokemon got back onto their feet and faced Flareon and Grotle. The Espeon opened its mouth and shot a large, purple beam at the Flareon, while the Starmie shot the same beam from its diamond eye at Grotle.
"Dodge!" both of us shouted.
Flareon got out of the way quickly while Grotle was slowly. His tail was only hit by the beam and he grimaced. It was slightly charred now.
"Grotle, Body Slam!" I shouted. Grotle turned around and ran straight for the Starmie, colliding head on with the star-shaped Pokemon. The Starmie was knocked back with great force. "Use Bullet Seed now!"
Grotle opened his mouth again and shot out several seeds at the Starmie. A cloud of dust formed as the Starmie was quickly hit. Now, the dark Pokemon was down and out.
One of the trainers hissed and recalled it. Beside me, the Poochyena trainer had his Flareon attack the Espeon. The Espeon was quickly taken care of.
The other trainer recalled their Pokemon and he hissed angrily. "You two won't get away with this!" The two trainers turned tail and ran for it, but unknowingly dropped a bag. When they were gone, both of us went up to the bag. The Poochyena trainer took it and I reached inside. I felt something round and took it out. It was a Pokeball. The other trainer took out another Pokeball. There was only two in the bag. We looked at each other, then at the bag. It was labeled 'Babies.'
"What..?" I whispered. I held the Pokeball, but spoke, "Come out." The bottom half of the Pokeball opened and a small shape of a Pokemon appeared on the ground. When it cleared, a grayish-green Pokemon stood there, a bulb on its back. It looked around and started to cry.
"Whoa!" I said, kneeling down to it. I put my hand on its head and scratched it lovingly. "It's okay." I soothed. The tiny Bulbasaur purred and moved in closer to me, cuddling in my chest. It was just a baby – like the bag said.
I scooped it up in my arms and turned to the other trainer. "What's your name?" I asked the Poochyena trainer.
He looked up from the Pokeball. "Peter." He said.
"Peter," I repeated. "I'm Jess. It's nice to meet you." He nodded. "Do you know who those trainers were?"
"They were Dark trainers coming after my Poochyena." Peter explained.
"Ah," I nodded. "Peter," I spoke, changing the subject. "I think you should keep the Pokemon that's inside the Pokeball." I told him. He looked at me, curiously. "The Dark trainers won't give up from trying to steal your Poochyena. Train the baby Pokemon. I'll keep this one." I looked at the baby Bulbasaur who was looking at me with innocent and young eyes. I looked back to Peter. "Whatever Pokemon is, it can help you protect your Poochyena."
"I… you're right." He sighed. He took out another Pokeball and recalled his Poochyena. He placed it on his belt, and then looked back up to me. "Thank you Jess, you are a great trainer. Your Pokemon are strong too," He smiled, "I hope we meet again."
---
After going separate ways with Peter, I headed to the Pokemon Center. I had to recall both Beedrill and Grotle because my new baby Bulbasaur was scared of them. I had to keep soothing it because whenever it saw another Pokemon, it cried out. It trusted me. I think it thinks I'm its mom.
Once inside the Pokemon Center, I didn't go up to the counter, I went straight to the video monitors. Quickly dialing Professor Oak's number, his face came up on screen. He immediately looked at the Bulbasaur. Bulbasaur blinked and cocked his head to the side, then started to cry.
"It's alright," I soothed. Bulbasaur stopped almost immediately. "It's just a friend." Bulbasaur looked at me, then at the Professor.
"Where'd you get that Bulbasaur, Jess?" he asked me.
"A few Dark trainers attacked me and a boy called Peter. After a battle, they dropped a bag contained this little fella and another Pokemon, but Peter kept it." I told him.
Professor Oak nodded. "Ah," he sighed. "I see. The attacks are getting more frequent." Then he narrowed his eyes on the Bulbasaur. "It looks like a baby."
"He is." I said. "I had to return both Beedrill and Grotle before bringing him here."
The Professor blinked. "You caught a Beedrill?"
"It's the same Weedle I befriended a month ago. Now it's a Beedrill."
"Ah," the Professor nodded.
I smiled, looking at my baby Bulbasaur.
"Bul," he said, his tiny voice squeaky.
This Spearow was strong-willed. Why take it from it? I sighed.
"Let it go, Beedrill," I sighed. Beedrill lowered its needles and flew to the side. The Spearow glanced at me weakly, and then flew off.
Beedrill flew up to me and looked at me curiously as if saying 'Why didn't you catch it?'
"It's a strong-willed Pokemon and probably likes to be wild," I explained. "Why take that will away?"
Beedrill nodded, understanding.
"Come on," I said, signaling with my hand for Beedrill to follow.
---
It wasn't long later when we reached the bottom of the hill. I was exhausted but Beedrill seemed fine. He was a fit Pokemon while I was… well, out of shape.
"Help!" I looked up quickly. A boy was running quickly with a light grey and black Pokemon at his side. I recognized it as a Poochyena. Behind him, two trainers dressed in dark cloaks chased him.
I got up and looked at Beedrill who was also watching. "We have to help him!" I shouted. As I ran up, I saw the boy trip and land on his face, his Poochyena licking his face, worriedly. The two trainers stopped and one took out a Pokeball, a grin spreading across his face.
"The Poochyena is ours!" he laughed.
"No," I shouted, running between the trainers and the boy. I knew them now – the two trainers were Dark trainers; they stole only Dark Pokemon and Poochyena was a Dark Pokemon. "You won't be getting his Pokemon!"
The two trainers laughed. The one holding the Pokeball looked at me, a sadistic grin on his face. "And you will stop us? I don't think so!" the trainer threw the Pokeball up and after a flash of a very bright light, an Espeon appeared. Despite its purple fur, it was covered in black armor and looked very angry.
I took out Grotle's Pokeball and threw it. After a flash of white light, my powerful, second-evolution Pokemon appeared.
"A Grotle?" the other trainer cocked his head. "How could a wimpy trainer like you come across a Pokemon like that?"
Grotle growled, angrily. The trainer backed up, but took a Pokeball off his belt.
"You can't take both of us!" he hissed, throwing the Pokeball into the air. After an explosion of bright light, a Starmie in dark armor appeared.
Suddenly, the trainer from behind came up beside me, his Poochyena close to his pant leg. "She doesn't have to!" he said, taking a Pokeball off his belt and throwing it. After a bright light, a reddish Pokemon with a tan fur color appeared.
"Flare!" it shouted.
"Flareon, use Ember on the Espeon!" the boy shouted. The Flareon quickly opened its mouth and shot several flames at its cousin.
"Grotle, use Bullet Seed on the Starmie!" I commanded. Grotle opened his mouth and shot out several seeds. Both attacks collided with the Dark trainers' Pokemon, but they weren't done.
"Espeon and Starmie use Psybeam!" one trainer commanded. Both Pokemon got back onto their feet and faced Flareon and Grotle. The Espeon opened its mouth and shot a large, purple beam at the Flareon, while the Starmie shot the same beam from its diamond eye at Grotle.
"Dodge!" both of us shouted.
Flareon got out of the way quickly while Grotle was slowly. His tail was only hit by the beam and he grimaced. It was slightly charred now.
"Grotle, Body Slam!" I shouted. Grotle turned around and ran straight for the Starmie, colliding head on with the star-shaped Pokemon. The Starmie was knocked back with great force. "Use Bullet Seed now!"
Grotle opened his mouth again and shot out several seeds at the Starmie. A cloud of dust formed as the Starmie was quickly hit. Now, the dark Pokemon was down and out.
One of the trainers hissed and recalled it. Beside me, the Poochyena trainer had his Flareon attack the Espeon. The Espeon was quickly taken care of.
The other trainer recalled their Pokemon and he hissed angrily. "You two won't get away with this!" The two trainers turned tail and ran for it, but unknowingly dropped a bag. When they were gone, both of us went up to the bag. The Poochyena trainer took it and I reached inside. I felt something round and took it out. It was a Pokeball. The other trainer took out another Pokeball. There was only two in the bag. We looked at each other, then at the bag. It was labeled 'Babies.'
"What..?" I whispered. I held the Pokeball, but spoke, "Come out." The bottom half of the Pokeball opened and a small shape of a Pokemon appeared on the ground. When it cleared, a grayish-green Pokemon stood there, a bulb on its back. It looked around and started to cry.
"Whoa!" I said, kneeling down to it. I put my hand on its head and scratched it lovingly. "It's okay." I soothed. The tiny Bulbasaur purred and moved in closer to me, cuddling in my chest. It was just a baby – like the bag said.
I scooped it up in my arms and turned to the other trainer. "What's your name?" I asked the Poochyena trainer.
He looked up from the Pokeball. "Peter." He said.
"Peter," I repeated. "I'm Jess. It's nice to meet you." He nodded. "Do you know who those trainers were?"
"They were Dark trainers coming after my Poochyena." Peter explained.
"Ah," I nodded. "Peter," I spoke, changing the subject. "I think you should keep the Pokemon that's inside the Pokeball." I told him. He looked at me, curiously. "The Dark trainers won't give up from trying to steal your Poochyena. Train the baby Pokemon. I'll keep this one." I looked at the baby Bulbasaur who was looking at me with innocent and young eyes. I looked back to Peter. "Whatever Pokemon is, it can help you protect your Poochyena."
"I… you're right." He sighed. He took out another Pokeball and recalled his Poochyena. He placed it on his belt, and then looked back up to me. "Thank you Jess, you are a great trainer. Your Pokemon are strong too," He smiled, "I hope we meet again."
---
After going separate ways with Peter, I headed to the Pokemon Center. I had to recall both Beedrill and Grotle because my new baby Bulbasaur was scared of them. I had to keep soothing it because whenever it saw another Pokemon, it cried out. It trusted me. I think it thinks I'm its mom.
Once inside the Pokemon Center, I didn't go up to the counter, I went straight to the video monitors. Quickly dialing Professor Oak's number, his face came up on screen. He immediately looked at the Bulbasaur. Bulbasaur blinked and cocked his head to the side, then started to cry.
"It's alright," I soothed. Bulbasaur stopped almost immediately. "It's just a friend." Bulbasaur looked at me, then at the Professor.
"Where'd you get that Bulbasaur, Jess?" he asked me.
"A few Dark trainers attacked me and a boy called Peter. After a battle, they dropped a bag contained this little fella and another Pokemon, but Peter kept it." I told him.
Professor Oak nodded. "Ah," he sighed. "I see. The attacks are getting more frequent." Then he narrowed his eyes on the Bulbasaur. "It looks like a baby."
"He is." I said. "I had to return both Beedrill and Grotle before bringing him here."
The Professor blinked. "You caught a Beedrill?"
"It's the same Weedle I befriended a month ago. Now it's a Beedrill."
"Ah," the Professor nodded.
I smiled, looking at my baby Bulbasaur.
"Bul," he said, his tiny voice squeaky.