Chapter 1

It was a cool, crisp spring morning, in the month of March.

Route 2: Pallet Town to Viridian City

That was the only sign around the place. Otherwise, Route 2 was a pretty boring place indeed.

However, under the sign, was the most beautiful sight in all of Kanto. Her name was Samantha. She was a fair girl, at age 13, who sported long, flowing chestnut colored hair. Her eyes we as blue than a clear lake, on the morning after a rainstorm.

Samantha was a Pokémon trainer. She had been for one whole day now. She hailed from the town of Pallet. A quiet little place in the southern portion of Kanto. As all trainers do, she had a Pokémon too.

His name was Bobby. He was a Bulbasaur. Bobby cuddled up next to his new trainer, underneath the lone sign. He was quite an unusual Bulbasaur. His body was totally green, and the bulb on it's back was teal. To the unlearned people in the field of Pokémon, it was usually the inverse.

Unlike the majority of trainers from Pallet Town, Samantha did not enjoy a huge celebration, as did other departing trainers, such as her neighbors Gary Oak and Ash Ketchum. Nor did she receive her Bulbasaur from the great Professor Oak. In fact, yesterday…she never even dreamed of being a trainer.

Samantha had spent most of her days doing chores around the household. Her mother had died a mere 3 years ago. She had a little sister, and a father in the field of Pokémon sciences. Those rare times she had managed to steal away from housework, she'd go to the shores of Pallet Town.

It was her favorite place. Especially at the time her father came home from work. The sunset was always beautiful. Off in the distance, Cinnabar Island was gorgeous. The breeze was always pleasant, and seemed to make the young girl come alive.

On this particular day, it was to be the best day of her life. Her father had just received a major promotion in Silph Co. of Saffron City. Her father announced that day they'd be moving. Samantha mused to her self, and then asked her father if she could be excused from the dinner table. She wanted to go to her special place for one last time.

As she sat on a rock, saddened, she looked to her extreme right to see a Fisherman and a Swimmer having a Pokémon battle. The battle was quickly over. The Fisherman shook hands with the Swimmer after his swift victory. Samantha had watched all this. She tried to see who the two men were from her viewpoint, but couldn't seem to focus quite well. Something was distorting her vision. The bright light was coming from the middle of the sea. Samantha looked out to sea, to notice something clinging to a piece of driftwood. Whatever it was, it was causing the sunlight to refract off its body. Was it still alive?

Samantha knew that the creature was in danger. She took off her sandals and waded knee deep into the ocean. That is when she saw him—a Bulbasaur! What as it doing floating on driftwood anyway?

Looking back, she really should have known better. She had little time to ponder, for a wild Tentacool popped out of the water glaring at the young girl. It was a hideous jellyfish. As it approached Samantha menacingly, the pores on its head contracted, as it prepared to unleash an ACID attack at its target.

"No please! Don't!" shrieked the girl.

"Tentacool!" replied the Pokémon

Samantha cowered back in fear as it gathered up its poisonous blast. Just as it was about to unleash its attack, a blue vine shot out of nowhere and grabbed it by its left tentacle. The drifting Bulbasaur was obviously alive. The Bulbasaur glared at what it had caught. In another instant, the Tentacool was sent flying out to the depths of the ocean.

"Thank you so much! I can't believe how careless I was. I really should have known better." Samantha said to her savior.

"Bulba…bulba", it replied quickly.

The Bulbasaur crawled over to Samantha and looked her in the eyes. Samantha began to marvel its beauty. She had never seen anything like it before. As she went to stroke his forehead, the Bulbasaur collapsed in a heap at her feet.

Samantha knew there was no Pokémon Center around for miles…the only person she could turn to now was her neighbor—Professor Samuel Oak.