Pocket Monsters: Eevee Adventure
ポケットモンスター
イーブイ・アドベンチャー
By MJC CartoGuy
© 2005 by MJC CartoGuy (Well, not really copyrighted, but… you get it.)
This is a new story of mine that I thought up of. I’m gonna try and make it as long as my other fan fictions. Hopefully I can update three stories at once. Do not copy any of the characters or my story without my permission. Also, I don’t own Pokemon.
It’s rated PG for violence and phrases like “SHUT UP” and “MORON”, but there isn’t any cursing in this story.
Anyway, this story is about five Pokemon Trainers who each get an Eevee and eventually evolve theirs. The story is about when the five of them meet up again one year after they begin their journeys. This particular story is about the Flareon Trainer. He looks similar to the Fire Red/Leaf Green kid, but I didn’t want him to look too much like him. Also, the first chapter’s really long. REALLY LONG. Don’t worry, the rest of the chapters will be shorter. I’m gonna edit this chapter later on.
Also, just for fun, I'm gonna add the Japanese names of each chapter titles under the English ones. I got this partly from Yamato-san's story. Well… here we go…
In the world of Pokemon… there are lots of adventures that go on. Pokemon are big and small creatures that hang out all over the world. They are mostly animal-like creatures, but some Pokemon aren’t like that. There are all kinds of Pokemon. Some are very common to see while others are mostly heard about in legends.
Some own Pokemon as pets, but others use them for fighting Pokemon competitions known as Pokemon battles. These are fights that Pokemon have where they use their abilities to try and knock the other Pokemon out. It’s still a friendly sport, though. Also, there are competitions that use appeal to be victorious called Pokemon Contests. These events are popular among people as well.
There are people in the world that capture Pokemon with devices called PokeBalls and make them their partners. These are called Pokemon Trainers. Pokemon Trainers travel around to different places in order to battle with other Trainers, have adventures, and just strengthen their Pokemon, not to mention themselves. When a person becomes ten years old, they can get a license to become a Pokemon Trainer. They leave their home and travel around. One of the most common practices that Trainers do is go from town to town going to buildings known as Gyms, where they battle the “boss” of the gym, known as the gym leader. A unique badge proves a victory of defeating a gym leader, and to enter certain battling tournaments you must collect the badges qualified to participate. (Or, you could just collect the badges just to admire the artwork.)
The goal of many Trainers is to become what is known as a Pokemon Master, one of the greatest and strongest Trainers ever. Is this what the protagonist of this story wants to go? Let’s find out…
Chapter 1- “The Adventure Begins! Yoshio of E-Dan!”
第1話「冒険は始まる! E団のョシオ!」
The sun rose as a peaceful morning started the day. There wasn’t a cloud in the skies over the small Pallet Town. Yes folks, peace and quiet were everywhere, and nothing could disturb the peace. Except maybe-
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“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” shouted a brown haired boy who instantly rose upon hearing the noise of his alarm clock. He turned to look at the clock and gave it a death glare. “YOU!” he screeched. “I WAS HAVING A DREAM WHERE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO BE GIVEN A TROPHY FOR BEING THE COOLEST POKEMON TRAINER EVER KNOWN TO MAN WHEN YOU WOKE ME UP! BEGONE!”
The angry boy reached for the red alarm clock and lifted it up in the air in an attempt to throw it. Due to his anger, it was too late to stop himself from throwing it. The door to his bedroom opened as a dark blond haired teenager of fifteen opened the door. She was wearing a sleeveless pink shirt and some light blue shorts.
“Yoshio!” she said, just as he threw it. “It’s time for you to get your Pokemon license- OOF!”
As she was talking, the boy threw his alarm clock at the door in order to break it. Unfortunately for him, since his sister opened the door first, the alarm clock pounded her in the face which caused her to fall over.
“Huh?” said the boy, instantly looking at the girl, who was moaning in pain as she lay on the floor. “Heh heh… sorry, sis…”
“Yoshio,” she managed to say as she got up, brushing herself, “that’s the fourth time you’ve hit me with your alarm clock! What’s with you, dude?”
The boy instantly sunk back on the bed he was in. “Can you be quiet for a moment, sis? I’m trying to fall asleep again, and if I hurry, I can continue my dream where I get to be known as the coolest Pokemon Trainer known to man.”
“But today is the day when you get your Pokemon license, you idiot!” the teenage girl reminded him.
The boy instantly sat up. “WHAT?! TODAY’S THE DAY?!? WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME???”
“I DID TELL YOU!” shouted the girl.
“I gotta get dressed! I have no time to waste!” shouted the boy. He instantly jumped out of his bed and slammed the door.
“YOSHIO?!” cried his sister. Then she sighed and walked away.
The boy took off his red and white pajamas and put on his robe. He instantly ran into the bathroom and took a shower. He had to endure the cold water due to the fact that he couldn’t wait for the water to warm up. As soon as he took a decent shower, he got he dried himself, dashed out of the bathroom (after nearly slipping on some water that spilled on the bathroom’s tiled floor), ran back into his room, and changed into some different clothes.
He put on a blue T-shirt followed by his sleeveless jacket, which was mostly red but had white along the center of it. He also put on his socks, underwear (because I know that somebody would notice if I didn’t mention it), and some light blue jeans. He flew back into the bathroom to comb and brush his hair, but he ran so fast that he-
BAM!
-bumped into the brown bathroom door…
After slowly sliding down on the floor, he rose back up, opened the door, and quickly grabbed some grease, a comb, and a brush to do his hair. Afterwards, he put on a red cap with a white brim and white semicircle in the center of it.
After taking about twenty seconds to straighten up his cap, (Notice how he didn’t rush to put his hat on.) he ran down the stairs of his house. Unfortunately for him, he ran so fast that he tripped upon landing on the first step.
“WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” he shouted as he roughly fell down the stairs to the house’s lower level.
Luckily for him, his parents had already made breakfast for him, not to mention everybody else in the family. His house consisted of his mom and dad, not to mention to sisters and an older brother. The sister that he hit with his clock was his older sister, and he was the second oldest in the family.
“MORNING, EVERYONE!” the boy shouted as he instantly sat down in his chair. He said grace, and then he lifted the bowl of “NintendO’s” (which were basically a bunch of Nintendo-shaped N’s floating in milk) and drank the entire cereal bowl in a few seconds. As soon as he finished, he felt a sharp pain in his throat and instantly held his neck and gagged from choking on his cereal.
His family was already seated at their table, and they watched as the boy continued choking down his cereal. Finally, the torture ended as he managed to swallow his food.
“Um… morning, son,” said the father as he watched his son take deep breaths from the pressure. His father also had brown hair, but it was slightly curvier and curlier than his son’s brown hair. He actually looked like an older version of his son, only with a moustache.
“Sorry, guys,” said the boy, “but I’m trying to hurry up so I can go and get my Pokemon Trainer’s license so I can start my journey of being the coolest Pokemon Trainer ever.”
“You do realize that if you choke and die from your cereal, you’ll never achieve your dream, don’t you?” said a light brown haired teenager who was older than the big sister.
“Shut up, Daisuke,” muttered the boy as he watched his 18-year-old brother laugh.
“Yoshio,” said his mom, a blond-haired woman, “you’ve got plenty of time to go to Professor Oak’s lab and get your license. You have the right to take it easy.”
“Yeah, Yoshi!” said his little sister, another blonde named Mikiko. She was a mere five years old. “You’ll do fine! Things’ll be easy!”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they WANT you to think!” said the boy. “Being a Pokemon Trainer is a hard job. You could get your Pokemon stolen, your identity stolen, and even your life stolen from you by accidentally falling off a cliff!”
“Yoshio, stop scaring your sister,” his mom said.
“But she called me ‘Yoshi’!”
“It doesn’t matter,” was his mom’s response.
“At least let us finish, Yoshio,” said his dad. “After all, we’re going to the lab with you.”
“But I’ve been waiting for years for this day!” The kid got his yellow backpack and put it on. “Good thing my bag was filled the previous night. Anyway, guys, I’ve got to hurry!”
“Yoshio, Mayumi and I were excited when we started on our Pokemon journeys,” said Daisuke, pointing at the big sister, “but we didn’t let it go to our heads. We didn’t have to rush in order to become Trainers.”
“Well if you don’t mind,” said the boy, “can you guys please hurry up and finish eating? I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta hurry!”
“If you keep being impatient, young man, we’ll go extremely slow as we eat,” warned his father.
“Why don’t you just run ahead of us, dear?” said the mom.
“Okay then,” said the boy. “See you guys!” Then he dashed out.
“Say hi to your cousin when you get there!” his father shouted as he left.
“I will!”
Well folks, that’s the kind of guy Yoshio was. Nobody could totally blame him because he, like many other kids nearby, was going to get their Pokemon license and become new Pokemon Trainers. You can’t officially get your license until you are ten years old. Yoshio had turned ten recently and, well… let’s just say that he wasn’t the kind of guy that he took being a Pokemon Trainer lightly.
He dashed to the laboratory of Professor Oak, an old and famous Pokemon researcher. Yoshio had graduated from the Pokemon Trainers School in Viridian City, the town that was near his own town. All of the graduates went to the lab in Pallet Town to get their Trainer license and their first Pokemon. He managed to make it inside the lab, where several future Trainers and their families were gathered around Professor Oak. The gray haired professor was asking kids what their specific Trainer goals were, just out of curiosity.
“My… that’s a really interesting goal,” said the professor. Then he turned to a black haired boy in a green cap. The boy’s jacket and shorts were also green, as he was a Boy Scout. “You’re name is Masao, right? What are your goals as a Trainer?”
“Well, sir,” said the boy, “I’m not exactly sure what my main goal is at a Pokemon Trainer. For now, I just want to have some cool adventures.”
“I see,” said the professor. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that. Are you sure there isn’t anything else, though?”
Yoshio managed to find his cousin, a girl who was in her green Picnicker outfit that was similar to Masao’s outfit. He tried to sneak behind her in order to surprise her in a friendly way.
“Uh, well… there is one thing I’m trying to do…” Masao finally said. “I’m going to the Hoenn region in order to capture the Golden Luvdisc.”
“Luvdisc are normally pink, but this one’s golden,” Oak said. “It’s not easy to find, but I wish you luck anyway. Is there any particular reason why you want to find it?”
Masao slowly turned toward Yoshio and his Picknicker cousin. After blushing a little bit, he finally turned back and said, “I’m sorry… I can’t tell you…”
“That’s alright,” said the professor. After wondering for a moment why Masao said this, he finally understood and said, “Ohhhhhh, I see…”
Masao didn’t say anything.
Yoshio was slowly lifting his hands up to put on his cousins shoulders. She still didn’t know that he was behind her, and he was about to greet her when the professor noticed and said, “How about you, young man? Yoshio, was it? Tell us, what are your goals?”
The girl instantly turned around and noticed that Yoshio was behind her. She was surprised, but not in a startled kind of way. “Oh, hi!” she said.
“Hey, Minako,” Yoshio answered back. Then he looked at the professor. Luckily for him, Professor Oak had no idea what Yoshio was attempting to do, but then again, neither did Minako. He straightened his hat and shouted, “MY GOAL IS TO BE THE COOLEST TRAINER EVER! I’M NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT IT’LL TAKE TO BE THAT PERSON, BUT WHATEVER IT IS, I’LL DO IT!”
“My,” said Oak, laughing a little. “You sure are confident. You’ll do fine.”
Yoshio laughed to. He put his hand behind his head and embarrassingly said, “Heh heh… well, I at least want to be very famous. Not just me, either… my Pokemon, too.”
“That’s good,” said Professor Oak. Then he looked around. “Anybody else want to go? … No? Okay then, let’s get started, then.” (Apparently, the asking for the Trainers’ goals was just to fill up time before the main licensing event thingy came, so Yoshio didn’t really miss anything important.)
Shoot, I almost came late, said Yoshio. The rest of my family still isn’t here yet!
“Each of you here today are about to get their Trainer license and become Pokemon Trainers. You all have qualified to become Trainers, so when you get your license, you will officially become Trainers. Your parents and legal guardians have already filled out all of the information in your licenses, and I will give them out to you now.” The professor then took out a little blue electronic device. “This… is a PokeDex.” (I decided to change the color to increase the originality.)
Some of the kids gasped, for they had never seen a real PokeDex in person.
“It’s an electronic encyclopedia for Pokemon. If you show it to a Pokemon, it automatically tells you the Pokemon’s data. The makers of the PokeDex have upgraded it so that it can tell time and help you communicate with people like a phone. It’s also your Pokemon license. If you lose it, shred it, burn it, break it, kill it, jump it, kiss it, freeze it, zap it, or eat it, it cannot be replaced.”
“Who would eat a PokeDex?!” shouted one of the kids.
The professor walked over to him and looked at him straight in the eye. Then he said in a narrow tone, “You’d be surprised…”
Then he brightened up again and said, “So, I’m gonna pass these out to each of you. As soon as you get them, you will hereby be pronounced Pokemon Trainers. When I call your name, please receive your PokeDex.”
“How will we know which one is ours?” a girl asked.
“There is a small code number on each PokeDex that each person owns, and I can look at the code number and find it by somebody’s name on this clipboard…” The professor held up a clipboard that had a list of all of the people. “Also, when you turn on each PokeDex for the first time, you should be able to see a picture of yourself on its screen for the license.”
“I see,” said the girl.
“And besides,” continued the professor, “the PokeDexes have your names grated in them.”
Everyone fainted.
Eventually, all of the Trainers had gotten their PokeDexes except for Yoshio. When Yoshio’s name was called, he went over to the professor and took the PokeDex. He then opened it and turned it on. Sure enough, there was a picture of him from when he first went to the Pokemon Trainer’s School.
“Ahem… congratulations to you all! You are all now Pokemon Trainers. You may now begin your journey! You will face troubles and challenges… good times and bad times… but I know you all can be successful Pokemon Trainers. I wish you luck! Farewell!” Professor Oak said.
All of the Trainers said good-bye to the professor. The Trainers were proud to be Trainers. Their parents were all proud of them. After emotional moments and hugging and kissing from their parents, all of the Pokemon Trainer exited the lab, off on their journey.
Then they came right back.
Professor Oak was confused. He scratched his head and asked, “What are you guys doing back?”
And Yoshio told him. “YOU NEVER GAVE US ANY POKEBALLS OR POKEMON! WE CAN’T BEGIN OUR JOURNEY!”
The professor was stunned at this statement, but after a few seconds of silence, he scratched his head and laughed. “Oh yeah! I forgot about that!”
And everyone fainted again.
One minute later…
The professor held up some small spheres known as PokeBalls. “Each one of you can pick a starter Pokemon for your journey. Some of the Pokemon here are even from other regions, so you can pick Pokemon like Treecko, Mudkip, and Torchic, as well as Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, and Venusaur. We also have some Pokemon from the Johto region as well. So, if you guys could line up in an orderly fashion- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
The Pokemon Trainers eagerly ran up to Professor Oak to take whichever Pokemon seemed appealing to them. They couldn’t wait any longer to get their first Pokemon. The parents just stood there in shock as their kids ran over the professor to get a PokeBall.
“NOBODY EVER GETS IN LINES ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!” shouted Oak as he was being trampled. Good thing that each person only took one Pokemon!
Yoshio didn’t go yet. He couldn’t decide which Pokemon would start it all for him. “This choice isn’t something to be taken lightly,” he said. “I have to think… what should I pick? Oh… I can’t decide with all this racket!”
He held his head as he ran through another door in the lab that took him to another exit. He wounded up in some woods. He couldn’t hear any of the noise from here, so he could think.
Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle were the “starter Pokemon” found in Kanto, the region where Pallet Town was. Bulbasaur was a blue dinosaur-like Pokemon with a green bulb on its back. It used plant-like powers. Charmander was an little orange lizard that stood on two feet and had a flame on its tail, due to the fact that it could fight with fire. Squirtle was a light blue turtle with a brown shell. It used water-type powers. The other starter Pokemon were either Grass, Fire, or Water-types as well, and Yoshio still couldn’t decide.
“You came outside too, eh?”
“Huh?” Yoshio turned to look at a dark-skinned boy in a beige straw hat. He was wearing a short-sleeve light blue shirt and some black pants. This was also the same boy who asked the question about who ate a PokeDex. (But seriously folks, who does eat a PokeDex?) “Oh, I know you. Your name is Takeo, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said the boy named Takeo, walking over to Yoshio. “Let me guess: you couldn’t concentrate from the noise and decided to come out here to think, right?”
“Yup!” said Yoshio, grinning. “How’d you know? Is that why you’re out here?”
“Yeah,” Takeo replied. “It’s too bad there aren’t any Bug-type starter Pokemon. I’ve always had a thing with bugs…”
Yoshio continued to think. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t decide which Pokemon to get. Suddenly, he heard some playful laughter coming from the bushes. He also heard some kind of Pokemon. No… there was more than one Pokemon… way more than one. “Do you hear that?” he said to Takeo.
“Yeah,” said Takeo. “Let’s go see what it is.”
The two boys headed over to the wooded area where they heard the noise. Unknown to them, two other boys who were in suspicious clothing were spying on them with these blue binoculars.
“So… there they are…” whispered one boy.
“Yeah,” said the other one. “Apparently we’re not the only ones who are alone out here... They better not mess up our plan.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude,” said the first boy, putting down his binoculars. “They won’t mess with us… once they find out who we are.”
“Yeah!” said the second boy. “Rocket Junior always conquers all!”
“Settle down, man,” said the first boy. “Don’t let them hear you.”
Meanwhile, Yoshio and Takeo ended up finding two girls on their knees, looking at a bunch of Pokemon. One was Minako, and the other girl was the other person who asked about the PokeDexes. She wore a white hat with a red semicircle similar to the one on Yoshio’s hat. She wore a light purple, sleeveless shirt over a black one. Under that was a red skirt. (Sound familiar?) The two of them were looking at two Pokemon that looked similar to each other. One Pokemon was an orchid colored creature that had long, pointy ears. It sort of looked like a cat, but in some ways, it also looked like a dog. This was an Espeon. The other Pokemon was a black creature that looked similar. Its glowing red eyes looked down at some other smaller Pokemon. This was an Umbreon, and it was looking at five brown and white doglike creatures that looked similar to them called Eevee.
“What’s going on?” Yoshio asked them.
The two girls turned around, and Minako said, “Oh, hey Yoshio. Look! This Espeon just had some baby Eevees!”
“Really?” exclaimed Takeo. “Wow! Do the parents mind if we pet them?”
“No, but they’re so adorable!” exclaimed the other girl.
“Did you guys come out here to decide who your first Pokemon would be?” Takeo asked them, petting an Eevee.
“Nah,” answered Minako. “The two of us noticed tthe Espeon and Umbreon here. At first we didn’t believe that they were here, since you don’t really see many Espeon and Umbreon around these parts. We went outside after everybody started getting their first Pokemon. Yoshio, you didn’t notice because you were distracted by all the people.” She massaged a female Eevee for a few seconds.
“It looks like there are three male Eevees and two female Eevees,” the other girl mentioned, petting one of the female Eevees.”The amazing thing about the Eevees is that they each seem to have a personality that is different from the others. By the way, my name’s Asami.”
“I’m Takeo,” mentioned… well, who do you think said they were Takeo, huh?
“Wow… you guys are pretty cool,” said Yoshio, tickling one of the male Eevees, “but we’d better go back inside,” Yoshio mentioned. “We gotta see which Pokemon are still vacant at the lab.”
The two girls looked at each other and then said, “Yeah.” They said their farewells to the Eevees and their parents and then stood up to go back into the lab.
“Let’s all go back together,” Takeo mentioned.
Meanwhile, a sad Masao the Boy Scout came outside. His head looking at the ground, he aimlessly walked around outside, paying no attention to the others. The four kids watched as his eyes noticed the seven Pokemon playing on the ground. He was still sad, but he knelt down at them and said, “Hey, you guys.”
“You know those Pokemon?” asked Takeo, curious.
“Nah, this is the first time I’ve seen them,” explained Masao. He smiled a bit as he saw the five Eevees. Suddenly, one of the male Eevees seemed to notice his sadness and began to walk over to him. “Hmm?” Masao said as he picked the Eevee up. The Eevee licked his cheek, causing him to grin some more. “Wow,” Masao said. “Thanks, Eevee. That makes me feel better.”
“Wow, that Eevee cheered that kid up without even knowing why he was sad!” exclaimed Minako. “By the way, why are you sad?”
Upon hearing the girl’s voice, Masao looked at the four Trainers and brightened up a little more. “Well… it’s just that… HUH?!”
Suddenly, a bright orange flame came flew toward everybody.
“DUCK!” shouted Yoshio.
Everybody flew down toward the ground and covered their heads. Yoshio and Masao shielded the Eevees and parents from the attack, as they were the closest to them.
When it seemed like everything was fine, Yoshio said, “What was that?”
“THAT WAS US, FOOL!”
Yoshio and the gang turned around to see two boys dressed in dark blue. They had hats of the same color and shirts that read, “R-Jr”. They are with an orange, fire-breathing dog named Arcanine. The boy who answered was the second Rocket Junior person who talked in the whole story. “I’m Teru!”
“And mine is Naoto,” said the other. “Now get out of the way! We have no business with you!”
“What are you up to?!” shouted the annoyed Takeo.
“We’ve got some business to do. Go away!” shouted Teru. “Don’t you know who we are?!?”
Everybody thought for a few moments, but then they said, “No.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHO WE ARE?!” Teru yelled. “WE ARE THE RO- mmph!!!“
Naoto covered his mouth. “You fool!” he whispered to Teru. “If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll tell people and we’ll get busted! C’mon, we’ve got to get that Espeon and Umbreon!”
“Oh yeah,” said Teru, pulling out a large fishing net that could fit both Espeon and Umbreon. (Then again, if it didn’t fit both of them, he wouldn’t pull it out, now would he?) Naoto helped him as they ran over to Espeon and Umbreon to try and capture them.
Unfortunately for them, Espeon’s powers were able to see into the future some, so the mother Espeon knew what they were up to before they got there. Espeon used its Psychic attack to cause some blue waves to surround the two boys.
“Wha… what’s happening?!” cried Teru.
“Ha ha! Good work, Espeon!” said Asami.
“I… can’t move!” said Naoto.
“We’ve got to try to!” Teru managed to say.
At the same time, they threw the fishing net at the parents, but the fact that they couldn’t really move much caused them to miss the parents and end up getting all the Eevee instead. Espeon was so shocked at what happened that it lost its grip on Naoto and Teru, causing them to be able to take the net.
“If we take the Eevees, Espeon and Umbreon will have to get them back!” explained Naoto to Teru as they started running away.
“Yeah,” said Teru, “and when we capture them, we can sell them for money for our organization!”
“Haven’t they noticed that we can hear everything they’re saying?” said Minako, sighing.
“After them!” shouted Yoshio, but unfortunately for him, Arcanine stayed behind.
It fired another fire attack, a Flamethrower (like the other one), at the five kids, causing them to duck again. This caused the flame to hit Espeon and Umbreon (hey, the flame had to hit something) because Espeon wasn’t trying to read the future in order to see what happened.
As the five kids looked up, they saw the two burnt Pokemon and realized what had happened. “Oh no!” Minako said. “Sorry, guys! We forgot you were nearby!”
Yoshio stood up. “All right… there’s only one thing that can make up for this… WE’VE GOT TO GET THOSE EEVEES BACK!!!” He started running after the two mysterious boys.
“You guys go on, I’ll catch up with you all later,” said Minako. “I’m gonna try and heal these two. I’ve got some supplies in my backpack that can help them!”
“I’ve got some, too!” mentioned Masao. “Let me help you.”
“Okay then, we’ll see you in a bit!” said Takeo. “Yoshio, Asami… LET’S GO!”
The three of them ran off as Masao and Minako stayed to help the Pokemon. Unfortunately for them, Arcanine began to run after the three runners. Espeon’s eyes glowed blue, and this caused Arcanine’s body to lift up into the air! The confused dog couldn’t stop himself as he was being lifted up higher and higher.
“It’s Psychic!” Masao said.
“FWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” shouted Arcanine as Espeon used its powers to fly him away, specifically at the other boys who were farther away. The three Trainers didn’t seem to notice any of this.
As Scouts, Masao and Minako already had experience on healing Pokemon. They each got out a spray containing a green liquid. Using the Burn Heals, they carefully sprayed the two Pokemon, and soon afterward, their burns were healed. For the record though, Minako sprayed Espeon as Masao sprayed Umbreon. Espeon could still manage to use her attack on the Arcanine even though it was far away.
“How are you feeling, guys?” asked Masao. The two Pokemon grinned. “I think they’re feeling a little better.”
“The Burn Heals helped, but they’re still exhausted from the attack,” Minako warned him. “Let’s let them rest and go get those Eevees back.”
“Will you guys be alright?” asked Masao, and the two Pokemon nodded a yes.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get the Eevees back!” said Minako, and the two of them went off.
Meanwhile, the other three Trainers had already caught up to the two Pokemon thieves. They were running along the wooded area.
“Give us back those Eevees!” shouted Yoshio, shaking in anger while pointing at the boys and running at the same time.
“I don’t see your name on them!” said Naoto, still running.
“Besides,” mentioned Teru as he helped Naoto hold the net, “we’re just catching Pokemon so we can lure the other two Pokemon into coming here so we can capture them so we can sell them so we can get money so we can give the money to our Rocket Junior Dan* so we can have more money for our organization so we can all be happy!”
“Please don’t use run-on sentences, it isn’t a good habit,” mentioned Takeo.
“Well how is catching Espeon and Umbreon different from what Pokemon Trainers do every day, huh?” shouted Naoto.
“YOUR INTENTIONS ARE BAD!” cried Asami.
The Eevees cried in fear as they were being carried, but suddenly, an orange figure came toward the two Rocket Juniors.
“Hey, what’s that?!” shouted Teru.
“What?!” cried the three Pokemon Trainers who looked up and saw… Arcanine!
Espeon couldn’t maintain its attack anymore, and so it stopped using it, causing Arcanine to drop. Fortunately, Arcanine flew far enough to go over the to Juniors, and it landed on them.
“OOF!” they shouted.
The boys and the fainted Arcanine collapsed on the ground as Takeo, Asami, and Yoshio came to a stop. When the net dropped, the Eevee’s finally realized that the net was opened on one end, so they quietly started to walk out.
Teru heard the noise and looked at the net. “KYAAAAAH! WE FORGOT TO CLOSE IT!!!”
Naoto turned to look and said, “Hey! Stop! Don’t come out!”
At the same time, the other two Pokemon Trainers had caught up to them. Noticing that the Eevees were “freed”, they said, “Yes!”
One of the five Eevees was smart enough to know that the five Trainers were not so bad since they pet them before, and so it went over to Masao for comfort.
“Hey, it’s you!” Masao recognized this Eevee as the one who cheered him up.
The other Eevees followed the first one (not that Eevee was the leader or anything). The Eevee that Yoshio tickled went to Yoshio. The Eevees that Asami and Takeo played with went to them, and the one that got massaged went to Minako. (You wouldn’t want them to go to the Trainers at random, would you?)
“Give us back those Eevee!” shouted Teru.
“Looks like the tides have turned!” shouted Yoshio.
“You’ll pay for this!” cried Naoto. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t really move because Arcanine was on him! Teru was in the same condition as Naoto.
“Let’s finish this!” shouted Yoshio. “Hey Eevees, do you think you can get them?”
“But they’re babies,” Takeo reminded Yoshio. “I’m not sure if they can. But, I won’t lose trust in them just yet.”
The Eevees began to growl in anger at the two bad boys. Realizing that the Eevees did have some fight in them, Asami said, “What can Eevees do?”
“Don’t you remember what we’ve studied at the Trainer’s School?” Takeo said. “When they’re young, they can use Tackle.”
“Then use Tackle, Eevees!” shouted Minako and Yoshio, pointing at the bad guys.
At the same time, all five Eevees charged up to the two boys and whammed them with a Tackle blow. The boys moaned in pain from the attack.
“Ha! That’ll teach you to mess with Pokemon like that!” said Yoshio. “Even though the Eevees are young, when they work together, the pack quite a punch!”
“But they used a Tackle attack,” mentioned Masao.
Yoshio turned around to him. “You know what I mean!” Then he turned back at the boys and Arcanine. “Rocket Junior Dan, was it? You’d better get out of here right now. I know you’ve still got some strength left.”
The boys slowly got up. “C’mon, we’d better go back to the headquarters,” whispered Naoto to Teru. Then he said to the five Trainers, “We’re leaving for now, but just like every other villain, WE'LL BE BACK! Return, Arcanine!”
He took out a PokeBall and held it out to his Pokemon. A red beam of light shot out of the ball and sucked Arcanine in.
He then put the PokeBall back in the bag that he had, and after putting the net in, he said to Teru, “We need a better way to raise money for our organization.”
“Yeah,” Teru replied. He then took out a black ball from his pocket. “FAREWELL, LOSERS!” He threw the ball down with all his might, causing a giant explosion of smoke to flow everywhere.
The Trainers and the Eevees coughed endlessly, but as the smoke cleared, they noticed that the two people were gone. (A classic scene, if I do say so myself.)
For a few seconds, they all just stared, but then Yoshio said, “Well… that was… exciting. Now let’s go back to the lab!”
“Don’t you think you should consider the fact that those two are obviously behind something big?!” shouted Asami as she watched Yoshio grin from excitement.
“And besides,” Takeo pointed out, “it was fun having the Eevee, but we have to get these guys back to their parents. They’ve had enough drama for one day.”
Yoshio’s grin instantly turned upside-down upon hearing those words. “Oh… right…” He sighed. Eevee looked up at him, feeling his pain…
Soon they were back at the lab. Well, actually they were outside the lab, in the area where the Eevee family was.
“Here are your Eevees, you guys,” said Minako as everybody handed an Eevee to the parents.
Espeon and Umbreon smiled and said what, in their language, was a “thank you”.
“Bye, Eevees,” said Asami.
Everybody else said their good-byes, and then they started off to the lab.
Meanwhile, pretty much everybody else except Professor Oak, some of his assistants, and the parents of the five remaining kids were already gone. Yoshio’s siblings were there as well.
“I can’t believe we missed Yoshio,” Yoshio’s mom said.
“But… I don’t remember him getting a Pokemon,” mentioned Oak. “I wonder if he went somewhere…”
“We’re all here!”
Everybody turned to look at the five kids. No… they weren’t just kids now… they were Pokemon Trainers. Anyway, Professor Oak said, “Oh… hey everybody. Um, uh, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.”
“You do?” said Minako.
“Uh-oh…” said Masao. “I know what it is…”
“Well… you see,” explained the professor, trying to break the news to the Trainers, “there are no more Poke… huh?”
He leaned over to the hallway where the other door led. “Huh?” everybody else said as they turned to look. It turned out that the five Eevees were there with their parents.
“EEVEE!” shouted the Trainers.
“And an Espeon and Umbreon,” mentioned Oak. “They’re rare in these parts.”
“What is it, you guys?” asked Yoshio, thrilled to see them again.
The Eevees spoke. “Eee… vuiii… vuiii…”
“What are they saying?” asked Yoshio’s dad.
“Well, I’ve been studying Pokemon speech for years,” Oak stated, “and I’ve concluded that they are saying one of two possibilities. Either they like to eat bacon and hot dogs and peanuts and watch old Brady Bunch cartoons on a Saturday night just for the fun of it-“
Everyone, including the Eevee family, fainted.
“…or,” continued Oak, “the Eevees want you to take them with you.”
“Is that what you all are saying?” Asami asked them.
The Eevees and their parents nodded.
“But…” said Masao, “not that I don’t want to take you, but don’t you guys want to spend some time with your families?”
“Yeah,” mentioned Minako. “I mean, you guys weren’t born that long ago, were you?”
The parents began to speak, and Professor Oak translated. “Um, apparently the parents would like to spend time with them, but they can trust that you’ll take care of them.”
“Gee,” said Yoshio, stunned at this. He did not realize that he could keep an Eevee that easily.
Professor Oak continued. “And,” he said, “he knows that they will grow up big and strong. However, they would like for you to bring them back eventually for at least a visit.”
“I understand,” said Takeo, “but are you sure you guys will let your Eevees go now? I mean, you haven’t had a chance to bond yet.”
The Poke-parents talked some more as Oak said, “They’d like to know if you’ll accept an Eevee.”
“I still feel kinda guilty though about taking you away from your family,” said Asami.
“You won’t when I tell you that all the other Trainers took all the other Pokemon while you were gone so I don’t have any left to give away,” Oak warned them.
“WHAAAAAAAAT?!” cried Yoshio.
“That’s why I was upset,” explained Masao.
“Okay then. I’ll accept!” said Yoshio.
“Me too then!” said Takeo.
“Count me in!” said Asami.
“Me too!” said Masao.
“Don’t forget me!” Minako said.
“And me!” cried Oak.
Everyone stared at him for a moment as the professor laughed embarrassingly.
“Sorry,” said Oak. “I was in the moment.”
“But before we take you,” said Masao, “why don’t we all play together for the day? We can all start our journeys tomorrow-“ He then turned from the Eevees to the other Trainers. “-if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Shoot,” said Yoshio. “One more day… But, I guess it’s worth it.”
Everybody cheered at the idea.
“This is great… we each get an Eevee!” said Minako. “I don’t really know all of you guys that well, but perhaps we should do something about the fact that we all get an Eevee from this family.”
“It’s like those cartoons where another person’s dog has puppies and a family gets to keep one of them,” mentioned Takeo.
“We should form a group or something,” said Yoshio. “But what should we call it?”
“A group, huh?” said Masao. “Sure!”
“Obviously it would have something to do with the Eevees,” said Minako.
“Maybe you should call it… THE EEVEELISCIOUS TRAINERS!” suggested the big brother, Daisuke.
…
“IT WAS A JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!” he cried as he was thrown out of the room due to that horrible suggestion. (Sorry you had to read that suggestion, folks…)
“It should be Eevee something,” said Masao.
“Maybe we should make it Dan, like that Rocket Junior squad or whatever it was,” said Minako.
“How about… Eevee Squad?” said Takeo. “Of course, it must be something having to do with the fact that we’re a group.”
“That’s a great idea!” said Yoshio. “I like it. Or we can do the Eevee Dan*!”
“We can call ourselves E Dan* for short!” Asami added on.
“Good idea!” the other four said. The Eevees and parents shouted with joy from liking the name as well.
“All right then, E Dan it is!” said Yoshio. “Yes! Now we’re officially Pokemon Trainers!”
“Wait,” said the professor. He went over to a drawer and got out 15 spheres to give to everybody. “Here are three PokeBalls for each of you,” he said. “Use them to capture other Pokemon.”
“Thank you,” said Yoshio.
“Great,” said Minako’s mom. (Hey, the other parents should say something, right?) “Do we have everything?”
“We have our money already,” said Takeo.
“Yeah,” the others said.
“You have your PokeBalls, PokeDex license, money…” said Oak. “You also have some Trainer items on your journey, and you’ve been given the maps of all the nearby regions a long time ago. You each also have your very first Pokemon. I think you’re ready to begin your journey.”
“Now that we don’t really have anything already planned for the day, we can spend it with the Eevee families!” said Takeo.
“That’s right,” said Takeo’s mom.
“Right,” said Yoshio. “First I’ll play with the Eevees, and then…” He walked over to the Eevee he was with before and picked it up since he with with this one the most. “…I can finally begin my journey to be the coolest Pokemon Master ever!”
“VUIIIIII!” cried Eevee, knowing that this was the Trainer he wanted to be with.
For the rest of the day, the families all spent time with the Eevees. Well, they didn’t do it the whole day, as the family had to spend time on its own. Yoshio managed to wait until the next day to begin the journey, but he didn’t mind; this journey was worth the wait. There was one thing, though… what was up with those boys who called themselves Rocket Juniors? I mean, who were those guys?
Read the start of Yoshio’s adventures in the next chapter of, “Pocket Monsters: Eevee Adventure!”
*Dan means “group” or “squad”.
ポケットモンスター
イーブイ・アドベンチャー
By MJC CartoGuy
© 2005 by MJC CartoGuy (Well, not really copyrighted, but… you get it.)
This is a new story of mine that I thought up of. I’m gonna try and make it as long as my other fan fictions. Hopefully I can update three stories at once. Do not copy any of the characters or my story without my permission. Also, I don’t own Pokemon.
It’s rated PG for violence and phrases like “SHUT UP” and “MORON”, but there isn’t any cursing in this story.
Anyway, this story is about five Pokemon Trainers who each get an Eevee and eventually evolve theirs. The story is about when the five of them meet up again one year after they begin their journeys. This particular story is about the Flareon Trainer. He looks similar to the Fire Red/Leaf Green kid, but I didn’t want him to look too much like him. Also, the first chapter’s really long. REALLY LONG. Don’t worry, the rest of the chapters will be shorter. I’m gonna edit this chapter later on.
Also, just for fun, I'm gonna add the Japanese names of each chapter titles under the English ones. I got this partly from Yamato-san's story. Well… here we go…
In the world of Pokemon… there are lots of adventures that go on. Pokemon are big and small creatures that hang out all over the world. They are mostly animal-like creatures, but some Pokemon aren’t like that. There are all kinds of Pokemon. Some are very common to see while others are mostly heard about in legends.
Some own Pokemon as pets, but others use them for fighting Pokemon competitions known as Pokemon battles. These are fights that Pokemon have where they use their abilities to try and knock the other Pokemon out. It’s still a friendly sport, though. Also, there are competitions that use appeal to be victorious called Pokemon Contests. These events are popular among people as well.
There are people in the world that capture Pokemon with devices called PokeBalls and make them their partners. These are called Pokemon Trainers. Pokemon Trainers travel around to different places in order to battle with other Trainers, have adventures, and just strengthen their Pokemon, not to mention themselves. When a person becomes ten years old, they can get a license to become a Pokemon Trainer. They leave their home and travel around. One of the most common practices that Trainers do is go from town to town going to buildings known as Gyms, where they battle the “boss” of the gym, known as the gym leader. A unique badge proves a victory of defeating a gym leader, and to enter certain battling tournaments you must collect the badges qualified to participate. (Or, you could just collect the badges just to admire the artwork.)
The goal of many Trainers is to become what is known as a Pokemon Master, one of the greatest and strongest Trainers ever. Is this what the protagonist of this story wants to go? Let’s find out…
Chapter 1- “The Adventure Begins! Yoshio of E-Dan!”
第1話「冒険は始まる! E団のョシオ!」
The sun rose as a peaceful morning started the day. There wasn’t a cloud in the skies over the small Pallet Town. Yes folks, peace and quiet were everywhere, and nothing could disturb the peace. Except maybe-
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“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” shouted a brown haired boy who instantly rose upon hearing the noise of his alarm clock. He turned to look at the clock and gave it a death glare. “YOU!” he screeched. “I WAS HAVING A DREAM WHERE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO BE GIVEN A TROPHY FOR BEING THE COOLEST POKEMON TRAINER EVER KNOWN TO MAN WHEN YOU WOKE ME UP! BEGONE!”
The angry boy reached for the red alarm clock and lifted it up in the air in an attempt to throw it. Due to his anger, it was too late to stop himself from throwing it. The door to his bedroom opened as a dark blond haired teenager of fifteen opened the door. She was wearing a sleeveless pink shirt and some light blue shorts.
“Yoshio!” she said, just as he threw it. “It’s time for you to get your Pokemon license- OOF!”
As she was talking, the boy threw his alarm clock at the door in order to break it. Unfortunately for him, since his sister opened the door first, the alarm clock pounded her in the face which caused her to fall over.
“Huh?” said the boy, instantly looking at the girl, who was moaning in pain as she lay on the floor. “Heh heh… sorry, sis…”
“Yoshio,” she managed to say as she got up, brushing herself, “that’s the fourth time you’ve hit me with your alarm clock! What’s with you, dude?”
The boy instantly sunk back on the bed he was in. “Can you be quiet for a moment, sis? I’m trying to fall asleep again, and if I hurry, I can continue my dream where I get to be known as the coolest Pokemon Trainer known to man.”
“But today is the day when you get your Pokemon license, you idiot!” the teenage girl reminded him.
The boy instantly sat up. “WHAT?! TODAY’S THE DAY?!? WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME???”
“I DID TELL YOU!” shouted the girl.
“I gotta get dressed! I have no time to waste!” shouted the boy. He instantly jumped out of his bed and slammed the door.
“YOSHIO?!” cried his sister. Then she sighed and walked away.
The boy took off his red and white pajamas and put on his robe. He instantly ran into the bathroom and took a shower. He had to endure the cold water due to the fact that he couldn’t wait for the water to warm up. As soon as he took a decent shower, he got he dried himself, dashed out of the bathroom (after nearly slipping on some water that spilled on the bathroom’s tiled floor), ran back into his room, and changed into some different clothes.
He put on a blue T-shirt followed by his sleeveless jacket, which was mostly red but had white along the center of it. He also put on his socks, underwear (because I know that somebody would notice if I didn’t mention it), and some light blue jeans. He flew back into the bathroom to comb and brush his hair, but he ran so fast that he-
BAM!
-bumped into the brown bathroom door…
After slowly sliding down on the floor, he rose back up, opened the door, and quickly grabbed some grease, a comb, and a brush to do his hair. Afterwards, he put on a red cap with a white brim and white semicircle in the center of it.
After taking about twenty seconds to straighten up his cap, (Notice how he didn’t rush to put his hat on.) he ran down the stairs of his house. Unfortunately for him, he ran so fast that he tripped upon landing on the first step.
“WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” he shouted as he roughly fell down the stairs to the house’s lower level.
Luckily for him, his parents had already made breakfast for him, not to mention everybody else in the family. His house consisted of his mom and dad, not to mention to sisters and an older brother. The sister that he hit with his clock was his older sister, and he was the second oldest in the family.
“MORNING, EVERYONE!” the boy shouted as he instantly sat down in his chair. He said grace, and then he lifted the bowl of “NintendO’s” (which were basically a bunch of Nintendo-shaped N’s floating in milk) and drank the entire cereal bowl in a few seconds. As soon as he finished, he felt a sharp pain in his throat and instantly held his neck and gagged from choking on his cereal.
His family was already seated at their table, and they watched as the boy continued choking down his cereal. Finally, the torture ended as he managed to swallow his food.
“Um… morning, son,” said the father as he watched his son take deep breaths from the pressure. His father also had brown hair, but it was slightly curvier and curlier than his son’s brown hair. He actually looked like an older version of his son, only with a moustache.
“Sorry, guys,” said the boy, “but I’m trying to hurry up so I can go and get my Pokemon Trainer’s license so I can start my journey of being the coolest Pokemon Trainer ever.”
“You do realize that if you choke and die from your cereal, you’ll never achieve your dream, don’t you?” said a light brown haired teenager who was older than the big sister.
“Shut up, Daisuke,” muttered the boy as he watched his 18-year-old brother laugh.
“Yoshio,” said his mom, a blond-haired woman, “you’ve got plenty of time to go to Professor Oak’s lab and get your license. You have the right to take it easy.”
“Yeah, Yoshi!” said his little sister, another blonde named Mikiko. She was a mere five years old. “You’ll do fine! Things’ll be easy!”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they WANT you to think!” said the boy. “Being a Pokemon Trainer is a hard job. You could get your Pokemon stolen, your identity stolen, and even your life stolen from you by accidentally falling off a cliff!”
“Yoshio, stop scaring your sister,” his mom said.
“But she called me ‘Yoshi’!”
“It doesn’t matter,” was his mom’s response.
“At least let us finish, Yoshio,” said his dad. “After all, we’re going to the lab with you.”
“But I’ve been waiting for years for this day!” The kid got his yellow backpack and put it on. “Good thing my bag was filled the previous night. Anyway, guys, I’ve got to hurry!”
“Yoshio, Mayumi and I were excited when we started on our Pokemon journeys,” said Daisuke, pointing at the big sister, “but we didn’t let it go to our heads. We didn’t have to rush in order to become Trainers.”
“Well if you don’t mind,” said the boy, “can you guys please hurry up and finish eating? I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta hurry!”
“If you keep being impatient, young man, we’ll go extremely slow as we eat,” warned his father.
“Why don’t you just run ahead of us, dear?” said the mom.
“Okay then,” said the boy. “See you guys!” Then he dashed out.
“Say hi to your cousin when you get there!” his father shouted as he left.
“I will!”
Well folks, that’s the kind of guy Yoshio was. Nobody could totally blame him because he, like many other kids nearby, was going to get their Pokemon license and become new Pokemon Trainers. You can’t officially get your license until you are ten years old. Yoshio had turned ten recently and, well… let’s just say that he wasn’t the kind of guy that he took being a Pokemon Trainer lightly.
He dashed to the laboratory of Professor Oak, an old and famous Pokemon researcher. Yoshio had graduated from the Pokemon Trainers School in Viridian City, the town that was near his own town. All of the graduates went to the lab in Pallet Town to get their Trainer license and their first Pokemon. He managed to make it inside the lab, where several future Trainers and their families were gathered around Professor Oak. The gray haired professor was asking kids what their specific Trainer goals were, just out of curiosity.
“My… that’s a really interesting goal,” said the professor. Then he turned to a black haired boy in a green cap. The boy’s jacket and shorts were also green, as he was a Boy Scout. “You’re name is Masao, right? What are your goals as a Trainer?”
“Well, sir,” said the boy, “I’m not exactly sure what my main goal is at a Pokemon Trainer. For now, I just want to have some cool adventures.”
“I see,” said the professor. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that. Are you sure there isn’t anything else, though?”
Yoshio managed to find his cousin, a girl who was in her green Picnicker outfit that was similar to Masao’s outfit. He tried to sneak behind her in order to surprise her in a friendly way.
“Uh, well… there is one thing I’m trying to do…” Masao finally said. “I’m going to the Hoenn region in order to capture the Golden Luvdisc.”
“Luvdisc are normally pink, but this one’s golden,” Oak said. “It’s not easy to find, but I wish you luck anyway. Is there any particular reason why you want to find it?”
Masao slowly turned toward Yoshio and his Picknicker cousin. After blushing a little bit, he finally turned back and said, “I’m sorry… I can’t tell you…”
“That’s alright,” said the professor. After wondering for a moment why Masao said this, he finally understood and said, “Ohhhhhh, I see…”
Masao didn’t say anything.
Yoshio was slowly lifting his hands up to put on his cousins shoulders. She still didn’t know that he was behind her, and he was about to greet her when the professor noticed and said, “How about you, young man? Yoshio, was it? Tell us, what are your goals?”
The girl instantly turned around and noticed that Yoshio was behind her. She was surprised, but not in a startled kind of way. “Oh, hi!” she said.
“Hey, Minako,” Yoshio answered back. Then he looked at the professor. Luckily for him, Professor Oak had no idea what Yoshio was attempting to do, but then again, neither did Minako. He straightened his hat and shouted, “MY GOAL IS TO BE THE COOLEST TRAINER EVER! I’M NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT IT’LL TAKE TO BE THAT PERSON, BUT WHATEVER IT IS, I’LL DO IT!”
“My,” said Oak, laughing a little. “You sure are confident. You’ll do fine.”
Yoshio laughed to. He put his hand behind his head and embarrassingly said, “Heh heh… well, I at least want to be very famous. Not just me, either… my Pokemon, too.”
“That’s good,” said Professor Oak. Then he looked around. “Anybody else want to go? … No? Okay then, let’s get started, then.” (Apparently, the asking for the Trainers’ goals was just to fill up time before the main licensing event thingy came, so Yoshio didn’t really miss anything important.)
Shoot, I almost came late, said Yoshio. The rest of my family still isn’t here yet!
“Each of you here today are about to get their Trainer license and become Pokemon Trainers. You all have qualified to become Trainers, so when you get your license, you will officially become Trainers. Your parents and legal guardians have already filled out all of the information in your licenses, and I will give them out to you now.” The professor then took out a little blue electronic device. “This… is a PokeDex.” (I decided to change the color to increase the originality.)
Some of the kids gasped, for they had never seen a real PokeDex in person.
“It’s an electronic encyclopedia for Pokemon. If you show it to a Pokemon, it automatically tells you the Pokemon’s data. The makers of the PokeDex have upgraded it so that it can tell time and help you communicate with people like a phone. It’s also your Pokemon license. If you lose it, shred it, burn it, break it, kill it, jump it, kiss it, freeze it, zap it, or eat it, it cannot be replaced.”
“Who would eat a PokeDex?!” shouted one of the kids.
The professor walked over to him and looked at him straight in the eye. Then he said in a narrow tone, “You’d be surprised…”
Then he brightened up again and said, “So, I’m gonna pass these out to each of you. As soon as you get them, you will hereby be pronounced Pokemon Trainers. When I call your name, please receive your PokeDex.”
“How will we know which one is ours?” a girl asked.
“There is a small code number on each PokeDex that each person owns, and I can look at the code number and find it by somebody’s name on this clipboard…” The professor held up a clipboard that had a list of all of the people. “Also, when you turn on each PokeDex for the first time, you should be able to see a picture of yourself on its screen for the license.”
“I see,” said the girl.
“And besides,” continued the professor, “the PokeDexes have your names grated in them.”
Everyone fainted.
Eventually, all of the Trainers had gotten their PokeDexes except for Yoshio. When Yoshio’s name was called, he went over to the professor and took the PokeDex. He then opened it and turned it on. Sure enough, there was a picture of him from when he first went to the Pokemon Trainer’s School.
“Ahem… congratulations to you all! You are all now Pokemon Trainers. You may now begin your journey! You will face troubles and challenges… good times and bad times… but I know you all can be successful Pokemon Trainers. I wish you luck! Farewell!” Professor Oak said.
All of the Trainers said good-bye to the professor. The Trainers were proud to be Trainers. Their parents were all proud of them. After emotional moments and hugging and kissing from their parents, all of the Pokemon Trainer exited the lab, off on their journey.
Then they came right back.
Professor Oak was confused. He scratched his head and asked, “What are you guys doing back?”
And Yoshio told him. “YOU NEVER GAVE US ANY POKEBALLS OR POKEMON! WE CAN’T BEGIN OUR JOURNEY!”
The professor was stunned at this statement, but after a few seconds of silence, he scratched his head and laughed. “Oh yeah! I forgot about that!”
And everyone fainted again.
One minute later…
The professor held up some small spheres known as PokeBalls. “Each one of you can pick a starter Pokemon for your journey. Some of the Pokemon here are even from other regions, so you can pick Pokemon like Treecko, Mudkip, and Torchic, as well as Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, and Venusaur. We also have some Pokemon from the Johto region as well. So, if you guys could line up in an orderly fashion- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
The Pokemon Trainers eagerly ran up to Professor Oak to take whichever Pokemon seemed appealing to them. They couldn’t wait any longer to get their first Pokemon. The parents just stood there in shock as their kids ran over the professor to get a PokeBall.
“NOBODY EVER GETS IN LINES ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!” shouted Oak as he was being trampled. Good thing that each person only took one Pokemon!
Yoshio didn’t go yet. He couldn’t decide which Pokemon would start it all for him. “This choice isn’t something to be taken lightly,” he said. “I have to think… what should I pick? Oh… I can’t decide with all this racket!”
He held his head as he ran through another door in the lab that took him to another exit. He wounded up in some woods. He couldn’t hear any of the noise from here, so he could think.
Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle were the “starter Pokemon” found in Kanto, the region where Pallet Town was. Bulbasaur was a blue dinosaur-like Pokemon with a green bulb on its back. It used plant-like powers. Charmander was an little orange lizard that stood on two feet and had a flame on its tail, due to the fact that it could fight with fire. Squirtle was a light blue turtle with a brown shell. It used water-type powers. The other starter Pokemon were either Grass, Fire, or Water-types as well, and Yoshio still couldn’t decide.
“You came outside too, eh?”
“Huh?” Yoshio turned to look at a dark-skinned boy in a beige straw hat. He was wearing a short-sleeve light blue shirt and some black pants. This was also the same boy who asked the question about who ate a PokeDex. (But seriously folks, who does eat a PokeDex?) “Oh, I know you. Your name is Takeo, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said the boy named Takeo, walking over to Yoshio. “Let me guess: you couldn’t concentrate from the noise and decided to come out here to think, right?”
“Yup!” said Yoshio, grinning. “How’d you know? Is that why you’re out here?”
“Yeah,” Takeo replied. “It’s too bad there aren’t any Bug-type starter Pokemon. I’ve always had a thing with bugs…”
Yoshio continued to think. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t decide which Pokemon to get. Suddenly, he heard some playful laughter coming from the bushes. He also heard some kind of Pokemon. No… there was more than one Pokemon… way more than one. “Do you hear that?” he said to Takeo.
“Yeah,” said Takeo. “Let’s go see what it is.”
The two boys headed over to the wooded area where they heard the noise. Unknown to them, two other boys who were in suspicious clothing were spying on them with these blue binoculars.
“So… there they are…” whispered one boy.
“Yeah,” said the other one. “Apparently we’re not the only ones who are alone out here... They better not mess up our plan.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude,” said the first boy, putting down his binoculars. “They won’t mess with us… once they find out who we are.”
“Yeah!” said the second boy. “Rocket Junior always conquers all!”
“Settle down, man,” said the first boy. “Don’t let them hear you.”
Meanwhile, Yoshio and Takeo ended up finding two girls on their knees, looking at a bunch of Pokemon. One was Minako, and the other girl was the other person who asked about the PokeDexes. She wore a white hat with a red semicircle similar to the one on Yoshio’s hat. She wore a light purple, sleeveless shirt over a black one. Under that was a red skirt. (Sound familiar?) The two of them were looking at two Pokemon that looked similar to each other. One Pokemon was an orchid colored creature that had long, pointy ears. It sort of looked like a cat, but in some ways, it also looked like a dog. This was an Espeon. The other Pokemon was a black creature that looked similar. Its glowing red eyes looked down at some other smaller Pokemon. This was an Umbreon, and it was looking at five brown and white doglike creatures that looked similar to them called Eevee.
“What’s going on?” Yoshio asked them.
The two girls turned around, and Minako said, “Oh, hey Yoshio. Look! This Espeon just had some baby Eevees!”
“Really?” exclaimed Takeo. “Wow! Do the parents mind if we pet them?”
“No, but they’re so adorable!” exclaimed the other girl.
“Did you guys come out here to decide who your first Pokemon would be?” Takeo asked them, petting an Eevee.
“Nah,” answered Minako. “The two of us noticed tthe Espeon and Umbreon here. At first we didn’t believe that they were here, since you don’t really see many Espeon and Umbreon around these parts. We went outside after everybody started getting their first Pokemon. Yoshio, you didn’t notice because you were distracted by all the people.” She massaged a female Eevee for a few seconds.
“It looks like there are three male Eevees and two female Eevees,” the other girl mentioned, petting one of the female Eevees.”The amazing thing about the Eevees is that they each seem to have a personality that is different from the others. By the way, my name’s Asami.”
“I’m Takeo,” mentioned… well, who do you think said they were Takeo, huh?
“Wow… you guys are pretty cool,” said Yoshio, tickling one of the male Eevees, “but we’d better go back inside,” Yoshio mentioned. “We gotta see which Pokemon are still vacant at the lab.”
The two girls looked at each other and then said, “Yeah.” They said their farewells to the Eevees and their parents and then stood up to go back into the lab.
“Let’s all go back together,” Takeo mentioned.
Meanwhile, a sad Masao the Boy Scout came outside. His head looking at the ground, he aimlessly walked around outside, paying no attention to the others. The four kids watched as his eyes noticed the seven Pokemon playing on the ground. He was still sad, but he knelt down at them and said, “Hey, you guys.”
“You know those Pokemon?” asked Takeo, curious.
“Nah, this is the first time I’ve seen them,” explained Masao. He smiled a bit as he saw the five Eevees. Suddenly, one of the male Eevees seemed to notice his sadness and began to walk over to him. “Hmm?” Masao said as he picked the Eevee up. The Eevee licked his cheek, causing him to grin some more. “Wow,” Masao said. “Thanks, Eevee. That makes me feel better.”
“Wow, that Eevee cheered that kid up without even knowing why he was sad!” exclaimed Minako. “By the way, why are you sad?”
Upon hearing the girl’s voice, Masao looked at the four Trainers and brightened up a little more. “Well… it’s just that… HUH?!”
Suddenly, a bright orange flame came flew toward everybody.
“DUCK!” shouted Yoshio.
Everybody flew down toward the ground and covered their heads. Yoshio and Masao shielded the Eevees and parents from the attack, as they were the closest to them.
When it seemed like everything was fine, Yoshio said, “What was that?”
“THAT WAS US, FOOL!”
Yoshio and the gang turned around to see two boys dressed in dark blue. They had hats of the same color and shirts that read, “R-Jr”. They are with an orange, fire-breathing dog named Arcanine. The boy who answered was the second Rocket Junior person who talked in the whole story. “I’m Teru!”
“And mine is Naoto,” said the other. “Now get out of the way! We have no business with you!”
“What are you up to?!” shouted the annoyed Takeo.
“We’ve got some business to do. Go away!” shouted Teru. “Don’t you know who we are?!?”
Everybody thought for a few moments, but then they said, “No.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHO WE ARE?!” Teru yelled. “WE ARE THE RO- mmph!!!“
Naoto covered his mouth. “You fool!” he whispered to Teru. “If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll tell people and we’ll get busted! C’mon, we’ve got to get that Espeon and Umbreon!”
“Oh yeah,” said Teru, pulling out a large fishing net that could fit both Espeon and Umbreon. (Then again, if it didn’t fit both of them, he wouldn’t pull it out, now would he?) Naoto helped him as they ran over to Espeon and Umbreon to try and capture them.
Unfortunately for them, Espeon’s powers were able to see into the future some, so the mother Espeon knew what they were up to before they got there. Espeon used its Psychic attack to cause some blue waves to surround the two boys.
“Wha… what’s happening?!” cried Teru.
“Ha ha! Good work, Espeon!” said Asami.
“I… can’t move!” said Naoto.
“We’ve got to try to!” Teru managed to say.
At the same time, they threw the fishing net at the parents, but the fact that they couldn’t really move much caused them to miss the parents and end up getting all the Eevee instead. Espeon was so shocked at what happened that it lost its grip on Naoto and Teru, causing them to be able to take the net.
“If we take the Eevees, Espeon and Umbreon will have to get them back!” explained Naoto to Teru as they started running away.
“Yeah,” said Teru, “and when we capture them, we can sell them for money for our organization!”
“Haven’t they noticed that we can hear everything they’re saying?” said Minako, sighing.
“After them!” shouted Yoshio, but unfortunately for him, Arcanine stayed behind.
It fired another fire attack, a Flamethrower (like the other one), at the five kids, causing them to duck again. This caused the flame to hit Espeon and Umbreon (hey, the flame had to hit something) because Espeon wasn’t trying to read the future in order to see what happened.
As the five kids looked up, they saw the two burnt Pokemon and realized what had happened. “Oh no!” Minako said. “Sorry, guys! We forgot you were nearby!”
Yoshio stood up. “All right… there’s only one thing that can make up for this… WE’VE GOT TO GET THOSE EEVEES BACK!!!” He started running after the two mysterious boys.
“You guys go on, I’ll catch up with you all later,” said Minako. “I’m gonna try and heal these two. I’ve got some supplies in my backpack that can help them!”
“I’ve got some, too!” mentioned Masao. “Let me help you.”
“Okay then, we’ll see you in a bit!” said Takeo. “Yoshio, Asami… LET’S GO!”
The three of them ran off as Masao and Minako stayed to help the Pokemon. Unfortunately for them, Arcanine began to run after the three runners. Espeon’s eyes glowed blue, and this caused Arcanine’s body to lift up into the air! The confused dog couldn’t stop himself as he was being lifted up higher and higher.
“It’s Psychic!” Masao said.
“FWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” shouted Arcanine as Espeon used its powers to fly him away, specifically at the other boys who were farther away. The three Trainers didn’t seem to notice any of this.
As Scouts, Masao and Minako already had experience on healing Pokemon. They each got out a spray containing a green liquid. Using the Burn Heals, they carefully sprayed the two Pokemon, and soon afterward, their burns were healed. For the record though, Minako sprayed Espeon as Masao sprayed Umbreon. Espeon could still manage to use her attack on the Arcanine even though it was far away.
“How are you feeling, guys?” asked Masao. The two Pokemon grinned. “I think they’re feeling a little better.”
“The Burn Heals helped, but they’re still exhausted from the attack,” Minako warned him. “Let’s let them rest and go get those Eevees back.”
“Will you guys be alright?” asked Masao, and the two Pokemon nodded a yes.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get the Eevees back!” said Minako, and the two of them went off.
Meanwhile, the other three Trainers had already caught up to the two Pokemon thieves. They were running along the wooded area.
“Give us back those Eevees!” shouted Yoshio, shaking in anger while pointing at the boys and running at the same time.
“I don’t see your name on them!” said Naoto, still running.
“Besides,” mentioned Teru as he helped Naoto hold the net, “we’re just catching Pokemon so we can lure the other two Pokemon into coming here so we can capture them so we can sell them so we can get money so we can give the money to our Rocket Junior Dan* so we can have more money for our organization so we can all be happy!”
“Please don’t use run-on sentences, it isn’t a good habit,” mentioned Takeo.
“Well how is catching Espeon and Umbreon different from what Pokemon Trainers do every day, huh?” shouted Naoto.
“YOUR INTENTIONS ARE BAD!” cried Asami.
The Eevees cried in fear as they were being carried, but suddenly, an orange figure came toward the two Rocket Juniors.
“Hey, what’s that?!” shouted Teru.
“What?!” cried the three Pokemon Trainers who looked up and saw… Arcanine!
Espeon couldn’t maintain its attack anymore, and so it stopped using it, causing Arcanine to drop. Fortunately, Arcanine flew far enough to go over the to Juniors, and it landed on them.
“OOF!” they shouted.
The boys and the fainted Arcanine collapsed on the ground as Takeo, Asami, and Yoshio came to a stop. When the net dropped, the Eevee’s finally realized that the net was opened on one end, so they quietly started to walk out.
Teru heard the noise and looked at the net. “KYAAAAAH! WE FORGOT TO CLOSE IT!!!”
Naoto turned to look and said, “Hey! Stop! Don’t come out!”
At the same time, the other two Pokemon Trainers had caught up to them. Noticing that the Eevees were “freed”, they said, “Yes!”
One of the five Eevees was smart enough to know that the five Trainers were not so bad since they pet them before, and so it went over to Masao for comfort.
“Hey, it’s you!” Masao recognized this Eevee as the one who cheered him up.
The other Eevees followed the first one (not that Eevee was the leader or anything). The Eevee that Yoshio tickled went to Yoshio. The Eevees that Asami and Takeo played with went to them, and the one that got massaged went to Minako. (You wouldn’t want them to go to the Trainers at random, would you?)
“Give us back those Eevee!” shouted Teru.
“Looks like the tides have turned!” shouted Yoshio.
“You’ll pay for this!” cried Naoto. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t really move because Arcanine was on him! Teru was in the same condition as Naoto.
“Let’s finish this!” shouted Yoshio. “Hey Eevees, do you think you can get them?”
“But they’re babies,” Takeo reminded Yoshio. “I’m not sure if they can. But, I won’t lose trust in them just yet.”
The Eevees began to growl in anger at the two bad boys. Realizing that the Eevees did have some fight in them, Asami said, “What can Eevees do?”
“Don’t you remember what we’ve studied at the Trainer’s School?” Takeo said. “When they’re young, they can use Tackle.”
“Then use Tackle, Eevees!” shouted Minako and Yoshio, pointing at the bad guys.
At the same time, all five Eevees charged up to the two boys and whammed them with a Tackle blow. The boys moaned in pain from the attack.
“Ha! That’ll teach you to mess with Pokemon like that!” said Yoshio. “Even though the Eevees are young, when they work together, the pack quite a punch!”
“But they used a Tackle attack,” mentioned Masao.
Yoshio turned around to him. “You know what I mean!” Then he turned back at the boys and Arcanine. “Rocket Junior Dan, was it? You’d better get out of here right now. I know you’ve still got some strength left.”
The boys slowly got up. “C’mon, we’d better go back to the headquarters,” whispered Naoto to Teru. Then he said to the five Trainers, “We’re leaving for now, but just like every other villain, WE'LL BE BACK! Return, Arcanine!”
He took out a PokeBall and held it out to his Pokemon. A red beam of light shot out of the ball and sucked Arcanine in.
He then put the PokeBall back in the bag that he had, and after putting the net in, he said to Teru, “We need a better way to raise money for our organization.”
“Yeah,” Teru replied. He then took out a black ball from his pocket. “FAREWELL, LOSERS!” He threw the ball down with all his might, causing a giant explosion of smoke to flow everywhere.
The Trainers and the Eevees coughed endlessly, but as the smoke cleared, they noticed that the two people were gone. (A classic scene, if I do say so myself.)
For a few seconds, they all just stared, but then Yoshio said, “Well… that was… exciting. Now let’s go back to the lab!”
“Don’t you think you should consider the fact that those two are obviously behind something big?!” shouted Asami as she watched Yoshio grin from excitement.
“And besides,” Takeo pointed out, “it was fun having the Eevee, but we have to get these guys back to their parents. They’ve had enough drama for one day.”
Yoshio’s grin instantly turned upside-down upon hearing those words. “Oh… right…” He sighed. Eevee looked up at him, feeling his pain…
Soon they were back at the lab. Well, actually they were outside the lab, in the area where the Eevee family was.
“Here are your Eevees, you guys,” said Minako as everybody handed an Eevee to the parents.
Espeon and Umbreon smiled and said what, in their language, was a “thank you”.
“Bye, Eevees,” said Asami.
Everybody else said their good-byes, and then they started off to the lab.
Meanwhile, pretty much everybody else except Professor Oak, some of his assistants, and the parents of the five remaining kids were already gone. Yoshio’s siblings were there as well.
“I can’t believe we missed Yoshio,” Yoshio’s mom said.
“But… I don’t remember him getting a Pokemon,” mentioned Oak. “I wonder if he went somewhere…”
“We’re all here!”
Everybody turned to look at the five kids. No… they weren’t just kids now… they were Pokemon Trainers. Anyway, Professor Oak said, “Oh… hey everybody. Um, uh, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.”
“You do?” said Minako.
“Uh-oh…” said Masao. “I know what it is…”
“Well… you see,” explained the professor, trying to break the news to the Trainers, “there are no more Poke… huh?”
He leaned over to the hallway where the other door led. “Huh?” everybody else said as they turned to look. It turned out that the five Eevees were there with their parents.
“EEVEE!” shouted the Trainers.
“And an Espeon and Umbreon,” mentioned Oak. “They’re rare in these parts.”
“What is it, you guys?” asked Yoshio, thrilled to see them again.
The Eevees spoke. “Eee… vuiii… vuiii…”
“What are they saying?” asked Yoshio’s dad.
“Well, I’ve been studying Pokemon speech for years,” Oak stated, “and I’ve concluded that they are saying one of two possibilities. Either they like to eat bacon and hot dogs and peanuts and watch old Brady Bunch cartoons on a Saturday night just for the fun of it-“
Everyone, including the Eevee family, fainted.
“…or,” continued Oak, “the Eevees want you to take them with you.”
“Is that what you all are saying?” Asami asked them.
The Eevees and their parents nodded.
“But…” said Masao, “not that I don’t want to take you, but don’t you guys want to spend some time with your families?”
“Yeah,” mentioned Minako. “I mean, you guys weren’t born that long ago, were you?”
The parents began to speak, and Professor Oak translated. “Um, apparently the parents would like to spend time with them, but they can trust that you’ll take care of them.”
“Gee,” said Yoshio, stunned at this. He did not realize that he could keep an Eevee that easily.
Professor Oak continued. “And,” he said, “he knows that they will grow up big and strong. However, they would like for you to bring them back eventually for at least a visit.”
“I understand,” said Takeo, “but are you sure you guys will let your Eevees go now? I mean, you haven’t had a chance to bond yet.”
The Poke-parents talked some more as Oak said, “They’d like to know if you’ll accept an Eevee.”
“I still feel kinda guilty though about taking you away from your family,” said Asami.
“You won’t when I tell you that all the other Trainers took all the other Pokemon while you were gone so I don’t have any left to give away,” Oak warned them.
“WHAAAAAAAAT?!” cried Yoshio.
“That’s why I was upset,” explained Masao.
“Okay then. I’ll accept!” said Yoshio.
“Me too then!” said Takeo.
“Count me in!” said Asami.
“Me too!” said Masao.
“Don’t forget me!” Minako said.
“And me!” cried Oak.
Everyone stared at him for a moment as the professor laughed embarrassingly.
“Sorry,” said Oak. “I was in the moment.”
“But before we take you,” said Masao, “why don’t we all play together for the day? We can all start our journeys tomorrow-“ He then turned from the Eevees to the other Trainers. “-if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Shoot,” said Yoshio. “One more day… But, I guess it’s worth it.”
Everybody cheered at the idea.
“This is great… we each get an Eevee!” said Minako. “I don’t really know all of you guys that well, but perhaps we should do something about the fact that we all get an Eevee from this family.”
“It’s like those cartoons where another person’s dog has puppies and a family gets to keep one of them,” mentioned Takeo.
“We should form a group or something,” said Yoshio. “But what should we call it?”
“A group, huh?” said Masao. “Sure!”
“Obviously it would have something to do with the Eevees,” said Minako.
“Maybe you should call it… THE EEVEELISCIOUS TRAINERS!” suggested the big brother, Daisuke.
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“IT WAS A JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!” he cried as he was thrown out of the room due to that horrible suggestion. (Sorry you had to read that suggestion, folks…)
“It should be Eevee something,” said Masao.
“Maybe we should make it Dan, like that Rocket Junior squad or whatever it was,” said Minako.
“How about… Eevee Squad?” said Takeo. “Of course, it must be something having to do with the fact that we’re a group.”
“That’s a great idea!” said Yoshio. “I like it. Or we can do the Eevee Dan*!”
“We can call ourselves E Dan* for short!” Asami added on.
“Good idea!” the other four said. The Eevees and parents shouted with joy from liking the name as well.
“All right then, E Dan it is!” said Yoshio. “Yes! Now we’re officially Pokemon Trainers!”
“Wait,” said the professor. He went over to a drawer and got out 15 spheres to give to everybody. “Here are three PokeBalls for each of you,” he said. “Use them to capture other Pokemon.”
“Thank you,” said Yoshio.
“Great,” said Minako’s mom. (Hey, the other parents should say something, right?) “Do we have everything?”
“We have our money already,” said Takeo.
“Yeah,” the others said.
“You have your PokeBalls, PokeDex license, money…” said Oak. “You also have some Trainer items on your journey, and you’ve been given the maps of all the nearby regions a long time ago. You each also have your very first Pokemon. I think you’re ready to begin your journey.”
“Now that we don’t really have anything already planned for the day, we can spend it with the Eevee families!” said Takeo.
“That’s right,” said Takeo’s mom.
“Right,” said Yoshio. “First I’ll play with the Eevees, and then…” He walked over to the Eevee he was with before and picked it up since he with with this one the most. “…I can finally begin my journey to be the coolest Pokemon Master ever!”
“VUIIIIII!” cried Eevee, knowing that this was the Trainer he wanted to be with.
For the rest of the day, the families all spent time with the Eevees. Well, they didn’t do it the whole day, as the family had to spend time on its own. Yoshio managed to wait until the next day to begin the journey, but he didn’t mind; this journey was worth the wait. There was one thing, though… what was up with those boys who called themselves Rocket Juniors? I mean, who were those guys?
Read the start of Yoshio’s adventures in the next chapter of, “Pocket Monsters: Eevee Adventure!”
*Dan means “group” or “squad”.
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