The Tales of A Trainer

Disclaimer : I do not own Pokémon

"Ash Ketchum! I thought I told you to go to sleep. How do you expect to be able to get to Professor Oak's lab early if you don't go to bed. It's nearly eleven for crying out loud. I don't care if you're twelve years old, I want you asleep within fifteen minutes."

Delia Ketchum stood there in all her feminine rage, her auburn hair tied in a messy bun, matching well with her porcelain complexion, with her brown eyes showing her great annoyance. She wore a lavender skirt that fell to her shins, and a buttoned pink blouse.

"And turn off the television, or at least watch something informative."

With that the angry mother switched the channel from the Pokémon battle that Ash had been watching to a documentary that was being shown.

The raven haired preteen had to agree with his mother. If he wanted to get his desired starter, he'd have to go to sleep soon. He turned off the documentary where Professor Oak was introducing the Kanto starters to all the new trainers, having seen it dozens of times already. He had known which one he wanted since he was a little kid. The Fire Type, Charmander.

Ash lied down on his bed, throwing his head onto the pillow. He stared at the poster on the ceiling, a giant one which covered most of the ceiling and had pictures of every single discovered Dragon Type.

Dragon Type Pokémon were the brown eyed boy's favorite Pokémon. Ash remembered all the times his mother told her stories of his father, one of the strongest Dragon Masters' to have lived. The man had been unbeatable with his front liner, an unusually powerful Haxorus.

That was also why he wanted a Charmander. It was the only Kanto starter that had any possible relation to Dragon Types. That, and the fact that the Fire Starter was pretty awesome.

"I can't wait till tomorrow. I'm finally gonna get my first Pokémon."

And with those words, Ash Ketchum began to drift off.

"I'm so late!"

Ash screamed as he jumped out of bed, to find a broken alarm clock lying on the floor of his bedroom. He checked his wrist watch, and nearly screamed again. It was nearly nine!

He rushed to put on a pair of joggers, and then ran out of his room, nearly bumping into his mom on the way.

"Sweetie are you okay? I thought I heard you scream."

"Sorry mom, cant talk, need to get Pokémon."

And with that, Ash Ketchum ran out of the single storey ranch house he and his mom lived in. The house was surrounded by a beautiful garden where various kinds of vegetables were growing. Ash leapt over the fence and began to run down the road towards the lab. It was after five minutes of running that the black haired preteen realized that he was still in his pyjamas. He just kept running, hoping he'd be able to get to the lab soon enough to get a starter, any starter.

He got to the lab and saw a large crowd outside. They were all cheering for Gary Oak, one of his oldest friends.

Gary had spiky brown hair and black eyes. He wore a pair of blue pants and a purple shirt, with a patent smirk on his face. In his hand he held a Pokeball, a spherical contraption with a red upper hemisphere and a white lower half. It had a small button on the centre, and was about the size of Ash's fist.

Gary had always bee determined to prove that he was the best, as shown by the shouts of the crowd.

"Gary, Gary, he's our man! If he can't do it no one can!"

Usually Ash would've approached his friend, but he knew getting a new Pokémon was more important. Unfortunately, Gary spotted him just as he was passing by.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up. Hey Ashy boy, you're late. I was able to get the best starter. And that's just one perk of being the grandson of Kanto's greatest Pokémon Professor."

With those words, the brown haired boy began to twirl the Pokeball atop his finger, a smug grin on his face.

Usually Ash would react to Gary's words aggressively, but today he had something more important to do. So he just continued to run up the path to the lab entrance. He knocked open the door and rushed inside, only to collide into another figure.

The raven haired boy picked himself up before rushing to assist the man he had knocked over. The man had short cropped white hair, and a moustache that connected to a short beard. He wore a scientist's coat over a grey business suit.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I was just in a hurry, and wasn't watching where I was going, and I didn't see you. I'm really sorry."

As Ash helped the older man up, the scientist looked at him with a stern gaze, before picking up his briefcase, without saying a word. It began to unnerve the young boy, before he was saved by the resident Professor. He finally got a look around, and wasn't surprised that it was a huge mess of heavy machinery, computer monitors, and lots of wires.

"Gregory, Ash, is everything all right?"

Professor Oak was a man that looked to be in his late fifties. He had grey hair, and his were much messier than the other man's. He had no visible facial hair, and had brown eyes. He wore a pair of brown pants and a white shirt, with a lab coat over it.

"There is nothing to worry about, Samuel. This young man just happened to be in a hurry, and wasn't watching where he was going. The young these days, no patience whatsoever. So tell me boy, why is it that you were in such a hurry?"

Ash began to nervously shift from foot to foot as both men stared at him, waiting for an answer. After a few moments of hesitation, he decided to come clean.

"Well, you see, I overslept, and I was worried I wouldn't get a Pokémon."

The boy noticed that Professor Oak's expression grew sad, and feared the worse. He was pulled out of his reverie by the other man's chuckle.

"Yes, I must admit that would be a cause of great distress. But if you wish to be a successful Pokémon trainer, you must be patient at times. Now, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Professor Gregory Rowan, and I hail from the Sinnoh region, where I study Pokémon evolution. And who would you be?"

"My name's Ash Ketchum, and I want to travel across the world and become the greatest Dragon Master to ever live."

Professor Rowan studied the boy for a few seconds, before nodding.

"There are few trainers from Kanto who wish to tame the mystical Dragons, and even fewer that actually manage to succeed. But that is no concern of mine. Samuel, I believe you need to give this boy something."

Professor Oak seemed to slump as the other two looked towards him.

"Actually, Ash, as much as it pains me to say this, Gary just took the last starter I had."

The boy's eyes widened as the cold realization struck him. It seemed he really had messed up, and now he'd have to wait for at least a year to get one. He felt a warn stinging sensation as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh. So, I guess I'll see you next year Professor. It was nice to meet you Professor Rowan."

But before Ash could even turn to leave, Professor Rowan spoke up in his gruff voice.

"Wait right there young man."

The preteen looked up at the old man, and wondered what he desired.

"As it happens, I have a Pokémon with myself right now. It is one I caught back in Sinnoh, for the purpose of research, but I can easily find another. You, on the other hand, need a Pokémon immediately. I only see one way to go around this."

The raven haired boy's tears began to dry and he smiled at the Professor of Sinnoh as he pulled out a Pokeball.

"Ash Ketchum, do you promise to take this Pokémon, train it, cherish it, and allow it to assist you in fulfilling your dream of becoming the greatest Dragon Master?"

"Y-yes, Professor, I do. Thank you so much!"

Rowan allowed a rare smile to happen upon his appearance, as he held the Pokeball towards Ash.

"Then here, I give you your starter. I am sure you will love it."

The boy gingerly grasped the red and white ball, and stared at it for a few moments, before pressing the small button on it. With a beam of light, a Pokémon was released from it. The creature appeared on the ground near Ash's feet, and left both Oak and Ash shocked.

It was a small Pokémon, and its entire body seemed to be made of its stomach. It had a large jaw with sharp fangs, short, chubby arms and legs, and a large fin on its back. It had two horns on the side of its head, which had a light blue stripe across it, and a tail. Other than its red underbelly and the light blue stripe that ran across its back, and the ones across its horns, it was dark blue in color.


"Oh my god, it's a Gible!"

The raven haired trainer sprang forward and lifted up the baby Pokémon, hugging it to his chest.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! This is even better than Charmander!"

Professor Oak couldn't help but smile as well. The boy was like a grandson to him, and he would have given him another Pokémon in case Rowan hadn't been present. But he knew that it wouldn't have been the same as a Charmander due to the young boy's craze for Dragon Types.

But the look on Professor Rowan's face was one of growing fear and distress.

"No Ash, don't hold it too tightly. It bites."

But it was too late, as the blue bipedal Pokémon bit down on its Trainer's forearm. Aforementioned Trainer immediately released it and began to shriek in pain, as the Gible began to laugh at its Trainer's misfortune.

"Well, now that you have gotten yourself a starter, you'll be needing these."

Ash held out his healthy arm and took the Pokedex and the five shrunken Pokeballs from Professor Oak's hand. He put the balls into his trousers' pocket, but chose to use the Pokedex on his new Pokémon.


Land Shark Pokémon

It nests in small, horizontal holes in cave walls. It pounces to catch prey that stray too close.

Level 8


Dragon, Ground

Tackle, Dragon Rage, Iron Head

Ash had to admit, he already had a decent head start on the other new trainers. And it was surprising that Gible already knew Iron Head.

'Must be an egg move.'

The raven haired Trainer kneeled down and came face to face with the small Dragon Type. He warily placed his hand on its fin, before scratching it lightly when the Pokémon did not bite him.

"So, what do you say Gible? Do you want to come with me to travel around the world, make new friends, and become known as the greatest Dragon Type on the planet."

Gible kept on looking at Ash, and it actually caused the trainer to wonder if the Pokémon understood him, when he got his answer.

"Gib-Gi Gible!"

The tiny Dragon pushed his fin into Ash's palm, and began to wag his tail. The raven haired teen understood this to be a positive response, so he got to his feet and spoke.

"Well, then we have no time to lose! Thanks again Professor Oak, Professor Rowan. I promise you won't regret this"

The resident Professor just smiled, whereas the other spoke on his gruff voice.

"Hmph! I hope not."

"Well, I gotta go home to change and get my supplies. Come on Gible, I want you to meet my Mom! Bye Professors!"

The new trainer began to walk out of the large lab, with his new Pokémon at his heels.

"Well, Samuel, we may have very well found a gem today. I sense great potential within that boy. Great potential."

"I cannot help but agree Gregory. Ash will become a great Trainer. He reminds me of us when we were young."

The raven haired boy himself was currently jumping down the stairs, with his new starter right behind him.

"Just you wait Gible. We'll become the most famous Dragon Types of Kanto, and then the entire world."

Before his Pokémon could reply, they arrived at the base of the stairs, where they were shocked to see a huge crowd that was yelling one name.

"Ash! Ash! Ash!"

The people were cheering him on, with many of them banging large metal pots against each other. There was also a gigantic poster that read, "Go Ash" held up.

Delia Ketchum came forward and pulled her son into a tight hug.

"Oh, my little boy's leaving for his journey! He'll be all alone, in a big world, filled with bad guys. But I don't have to worry, because he'll have his Pokémon with him."

Ash began to squirm in his mother's grip.

"Please Mom, I'm twelve. I have to leave sooner or later. But don't worry, I'll come back to see you, and I'll become the greatest Dragon Master of all time."

Delia finally released him, and used the sleeves of her blouse to wipe away her tears.

"I guess you're right. But promise me you won't push yourself or your Pokémon too hard. And you have to change your underwear everyday."

Ash blushed as his mother said that last part, but he forced it away quickly before looking towards his mom.

"Speaking of Pokémon, I still haven't shown you my starter. Come on Gible, meet my Mom."

The boy stepped aside to reveal his starter standing behind him.

"Oh! What a cutie!"

Delia lunged forward and scooped up the Land Shark Pokémon, before hugging it to her chest. Ash tried to warn her, but was surprised when he saw his Gible just snuggle into her hold.

"I can't believe you were actually able to get such a rare Pokémon for your starter, a Dragon Type to boot. But aren't the usual choices for the starter Pokémon Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle? How come you got a Gible?"

Ash nervously rubbed the scruff of his neck, before replying.

"Truth be told, I'm glad I got a Pokémon at all. I had been too late to receive any of the regular starters, but when I got to Professor Oak's lab, I ran into Professor Rowan, a man from the Sinnoh region who had apparently been visiting Professor Oak. When he found out that Professor Oak had no Pokémon left, he gave me Gible. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be a Trainer right now."

"That was very nice of him. Anyways, I think we should head home, and you should get your stuff before leaving."

"That sounds fine to me. Let's go."

With that, Ash, Gible and Delia headed for the Ketchum residence. The crowd had begun to disperse, but it was still considerably large. That was due to the fact that most of Pallet Town were either pro-Gary, or pro-Ash, with Gary being in the lead, but barely.

The raven haired boy let a smile come across his face. There were so many people that trusted him, that believed in him. His mom, the Professors, a chunk of Pallet Town, and now, his Gible. He only hoped that he'd live up to their expectations.

Author's Note :

Hello guys and gals! This story just kinda popped into my head, and I wrote it down. But do not fret, this is a real story, and I plan to insure it goes far. It shall not be abandoned, although updates might be infrequent at times.

This story is going to have an Ash that has more common sense than the original, and has a Type Preference. But he will use other Types as well. His dream is to become a Dragon Master, one in league with, say, Lance, or Drake from the Elite Four.

It will be a long ride, through multiple regions, and he'll age as well. The pairings will remain TBA, for a while at least.

Bear in mind that this story will not take precedence over my other one, The Grimm Change, or vice versa, although there won't be a fixed schedule for updates. But since mids are coming up, I believe I'll be a bit too busy for regular updates.

I'd appreciate it if you favorite, follow, and leave a review or shoot me a PM if you have any questions.

Well, that's a wrap. See you people next time.

Peace Out

Kofukuna Shi no Kami