A new life.

[Bujin]

Normally, pokemon are born naturally, from real parents. This is the way it?s been since the dawn of time, and very rarely did exceptions come along. However, this particular Bulbasaur species was born an exception. He was genetically engineered by some self-proclaimed pokemon expert named Red. As such, he was made with a few perks that few pokemon have.

He could talk normally.

For some reason, others of his species and kind could only utter their species name, and nothing else. This sounded confusing to the plant pokemon, and equally as stupid. How they could convey any sort of thought to humans was beyond him. It wasn?t any wonder that humans made sport of catching and enslaving them. As opinionative as Bulbasaur was, he couldn?t help be influenced by the constant ramblings of Professor Red, who had just walked into the laboratory to check up on things.

?Good morning, Bulbasaur,? the cheery professor greeted, opening some sort of laptop as he sat down next to the metal bed that the pokemon was sitting on, ?I trust you had a good rest.?

?Sleeping on this? Yeah, right. This bed is harder than you peeking in on Nurse Joy.? Bulbasaur answered bitterly, the sarcastic nature of his comment making him smile.

?As insubordinate as always,? Red sighed, typing up some lame report on his computer, ?Makes me wonder why I created you.?

?Beats me, Doc,? Bulbasaur replied, and would have shrugged his shoulders if he had any, ?If you don?t like it, then why don?t you just ship me off??

?Oh, I am,? the professor said simply, not even giving the pokemon the courtesy of looking at him, ?It?s a wonder why I didn?t opt to do this sooner. You?ve been nothing but a pain to me since the day of your birth.?

Bulbasaur blinked, and merely stared at his creator. After all this time, the only thing that Red could say was how much of a nuisance he had been. How ungrateful! How shallow! Only thoughts of hurt and revenge were crossing the poor plant pokemon?s mind. Leaping forward, he tackled the professor, hitting his skull with his forehead. Bulbasaur heard a crack, but didn?t know what it was. All he knew was that Red was unconscious and bleeding. Panicking, he ran away and out of the building, trying to escape the crime he had just committed.

Bulbasaur ran as hard as he could. This was the first time that he was able to move freely in his short life, and despite the extreme terror that he was feeling at the moment, he felt great. It was nice to be able to stretch his small legs for a change, and not worry about the next experiment that was going to be performed on him. In fact, he didn?t have to worry about anything ever again. His life was his own, regardless of how he was created. The only question was how he would live it.

Or what he would do.

Stopping to think about it, the plant pokemon had no idea what normal pokemon did. The only part of pokemon life that he knew about was the training aspect. He knew that humans captured them for their own personal use, and pitted them against other pokemon. In addition to that, he knew that they bred them against their wills. Some sick freaks even tried to cross species, which usually turned out bad. He knew he didn?t want to do either of those things, but being a wild pokemon didn?t seem appealing to him either. He needed to figure out what humans did with their time.

?Hey, there?s a Bulbasaur!? a voice sounded from behind him, ?Haha, let?s catch it!?

Turning around, Bulbasaur spotted two small children, hopping around in extreme and overblown excitement. They both seemed too young to even be able to carry a pokeball, much less throw one. They didn?t even seem to have a pokemon with them. They must have been just daydreaming and playing around, like human kids tended to do.

What do I do? I can?t let them see that I?m any different from a normal pokemon. I guess I?ll just humor them. Bulbasaur thought, taking a step closer to them. The kids gave a wide smile.

?I want to hear it talk!? one of them shouted, poking him with a stick.

Son of a?are you joking me? He thought, suddenly growing more annoyed.

?Bulba-freaking-saur,? he said, hoping that was enough to get them to leave him alone. The kids looked at each other with blank stares, and eventually shrugged and kept poking him. After a few prolonged moments, one of the kids stopped and pulled a circular red and white object from his pocket.

Well?might as well let him try.

The kid threw his arm back dramatically, grunting like an idiot. He must have seen this action on a televised gym match and tried to copy it. Noticing this, Bulbasaur lowered his head and awaited the ball to capture him. The kid threw the ball as hard as he could, and his aim was perfect. The ball hit the plant pokemon right on the head. However, nothing happened. It just hit his head, and bounced off.

?Son of a bitch!? Bulbasaur screamed, wincing in pain, ?You little faggot! That was just a painted rock!?

Both looks of glee quickly turned into faces filled with terror. Screaming incoherently for their mothers, they started to run away. Bulbasaur thought about chasing after them, but quickly gave up. It was at that moment when he figured out that human children are retarded.

[Nori]

The gym of Celadon city had been closed to all trainer battles with the gym leader; Erika herself taking a self imposed break from the flora gym, deciding to travel the world and train her Pokemon; while searching for more exotic Plant Pokemon, or from more herbal ingredients for her selling industry. She had left the gym open to the public however, the floral agencies she sold still able to be purchased; The Perfumes; The Medicines; The Tea and other concoctions. All Pokemon and trainers were welcomed, well, those who did not seek the rainbow badge. Those who were after the badge were sent elsewhere, told that the gym leader was unable to battle them at this time.

With only her Kamino, her gym Pokemon, a few necessary items, and a bow and quiver slung across her back, Erika left Celadon city for the unknown; ready to travel the world. Taking to the wilderness she battled Pokemon after Pokemon; trainer after trainer. Despite her traveling rustiness she was quite adept in the wilderness. She could find whatever vegetation was edible, and she had brought enough ingredients, in combination with her herb lore, to make enough food for her and her Pokemon.

It was thus that she saw the wounded bulbasour, unaware that it was a extraordinary Pokemon; one that could talk. Withdrawing a piece of Pokemon food from her pocket she got down in front of her knees, offering the food to the plant Pokemon with sympathetic eyes, her hand outstretched to tempt him; the aroma of the food very strong.

(Give me some time to get in character..)