Larx tilted her head as the holo-screen flickered to life. Before her, the captured Bulbasaur's stat panel glowed in cold neon. Her gloved fingers tapped the edge of the display.
Megatron improving everyday since she got him.
Nix sat nearby eyeing the new Pokemon. She wasn't sure why her mother had named the snack. Snacks didn't get names. Snacks got swallowed. But if Larx said the frog was family now, well... Nix would just wait until Bishop screwed up. Everyone made mistakes eventually. Especially prey.
The holo-screen still hovered beside Larx's head, casting a soft blue glow over her jagged silhouette. Her brow twitched at the little icon that signaled training recommendations pending. She jabbed the air with her glove until Megatron's voice activated with a dry mechanical click.
Bulbasaur – #001
Name: N/A
Level: 13
Type: Grass/Poison
Height: 0.18m (Average: 0.7m)
Weight: 11.4kg (Average: 6.9kg)
Ability: Overgrow (When HP is low, Grass-type moves increase in power.)
Hidden Ability: Chlorophyll (This Pokémon's speed increases sharply over intense sunlight.)
HP: 28/28 | Attack: 12 | Defense: 10 | Sp. Atk: 8 | Sp. Def: 9 | Speed: 7
Nature: Docile (+HP, –Sp. Atk)
Potential: ★★☆☆☆
Badass Rating: 20,000
Bond Level: 4% (Fear & Positional Subordination)
Moves: Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip, Work Up, Weather Ball, Amnesia (Egg Move), Power Whip (Egg Move), Agility (Egg Move).
"—Subject genetic profile: atrocious. Bone density compromised. Muscle fiber lacks optimal elasticity. Vein network insufficient for prolonged high-output energy cycles. This Bulbasaur—this—" the machine actually paused, as if disgusted, "—has been saturated with performance enhancers typically reserved for pasture Pokémon meant for the slaughterhouse."
"I'm hearing a lot of whining, Megatron," Larx muttered, crouching next to Bishop and propping his dumb, wobbling head up. "Tell me how to fix it. You're my biochemist, not my therapist."
Megatron beeped. "Correction: I am your A.I. assistant granted by GOD with a postgraduate specialization in applied Pokémon physiology and biochemical warfare. But yes. Solution: burn the trash, start over."
She smirked. "And miss the challenge? Nah."
Bishop moaned. The Bulbasaur believed he had the worst luck in the world. Not only did he to a lose to a Poison-type move, which made him feel worthless as a poison type, but he also felt inferior because the human woman did not intervene to have the snake, who seemed overly fixated on Bulbasaur attack him.
Click
"Stop movin' yer little bitch" The human pointed a weapon which he was lovelying told by human was a mark 45 Winchester magnum pistol. You lost to Poison Fang. You're a Grass/Poison type. That's like getting drowned in a puddle by a Magikarp with asthma."
A semi automatic cannon pistol able to fire high-impact, armor-piercing slugs the size of baseballs. The sounds it makes make other think a rabid abs hungry animal is hungry and close.
Bulbasaur would know because the freighting woman calmly told him in words he doesn't understand and proceeded to hunt a flock of Spwarows for half a sub cycle and than pointed the weapon of death at him.
That all he remembered because after the first sound Bulbasaur fainted on the spot.
Larx gripped his Bishop's bulb and yanked it down so his eyes locked on hers. "Hey. Listen up, frog. You belong to me now. You're gonna shut up, get strong, and become something that makes dragons look like bitches in scarves. Got it?"
Bishop didn't get it. He made a high-pitched squeak that sounded like a broken harmonica and drooled a little on her glove.
She dropped him.
"Megatron, please provide details you sociopath bastard."
"Just how the hell did you ex even handle your ass?" Megatron replied. "But I live to serve."
Bishop – Training Protocol: Fleurdan Dracosaur Conversion
Objective: Reforge stunted growth and degraded potential into a viable Dragon-type mutation line. In a far region lyes Dracosaur bares a striking resemblance to the Kanto region's grass starter, Bulbasaur, despite natively being on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Dracosaur's wings are nestled inside the crest on its back, waiting to fully develop. The crest hides all of its nutrients, if it is broken by an outside force Dracosaur will become gravely ill.
Phase I: Physical Detox & Reconditioning
Goal: Restore natural development pathways damaged by Rare Candy overuse and awaken innate adaptability.
Morning Regimen:
Tamato-Oran Berry Smoothie
Stimulates cardiovascular recovery and opens energy channels.
→ Mix with a drop of Pecha oil to protect digestive tract.
Midday Regimen:
Haban Berry & Bluk Berry Mash
Burns out residual artificial growth toxins.
→ Bluk berry stabilizes internal temperature during berry-induced stress flush.
Evening Regimen:
Haban + Coba Berry StewSlowly stimulates internal Flying-type energy node development.→ Administer in warm broth form before rest.
Daily Physical Rework (2 weeks):
Weighted Sled Pulls (using legs):
Train muscular control and legs durability. Start with 10kg scrap metal and scale.
Incline Treadmill Runs:
30 minutes daily at 15° angle. Mimics highland terrain sprinting.
Spore Soaks (Homemade):
Blend of fresh Foongus cap powder and Moomoo Milk.Rebuilds protein layers and repairs micro-tears from overgrowth trauma.
Goal: Prepare Bulbasaur's body to accept Draconic realignment and Flying-adjacent evolution.
Dragon-Type Infusion:
Draconic Tea
Brew using Tamato Leaves, Salac shavings, and a crushed rare Axew scale (or substitute with Dragon Fang powder).One cup per night. Increases internal Dragon-type resonance gradually.
Meditation under Dragon Incense:
Available from academy stores. Helps sync breathing and heartbeat to dragon-aspected rhythm; boosts aura flow to mimic draconic core behavior.
Flying-Type Activation:
Bulb Crest Tapping
Light finger tapping and vibration pads around the bulb's outer shell.Wakes unused nerve clusters related to vestigial flight muscles.
Aerating Exercises
Daily jump-glide drills from raised platforms. Stimulates micro-muscles in limbs and crest responsible for directional balance.
Supplemental Notes:
Bishop must avoid Rare Candies completely for 90 days.
Use training berries only fresh or sun-dried—avoid processed PokéMart blends.
Larx is to monitor response weekly and recalibrate berry ratios based on physical feedback: overheating, sluggishness, or excess vine shedding are signs of imbalance.
The petite woman stared as the screen continued on for several minutes, her expression unreadable. Was she really going to change the weak frog typing because he sucks all kinds of ass?
Somehow, this dumpster frog learned Amnesia, Power Whip, and Agility? One's a master-tier mental focus technique that is very very hard to mater or even learned. Moves like Amnesia, Sword Dance, Dragon Dance, and others are notorious for being difficult to learn. Just by have one of these moves alone makes any Pokemon have a four star potential.
Larx growled in anger that limp dick and his twink slave must have fed rare candies to keep this guy in such shape.
Rare Candies are a quick and very expensive way to increase your Pokemon level. This is fine if you're breeding Cattle Pokemon, but Battle Pokemon are different.
Rare Candies can and fucking will flat out ruin a Pokemon's potential, physique, defense, and everything else for short-term power boosts.
Power Whip was surprisingly a boom for the ugly frog dinosaur. For a Pokémon to inherit a Grass-type ultimate move like Power Whip, its internal Grass-type energy and vine density must be extremely dense and of extremely high quality. Pokémon with weaker natural talent may not even be able to inherit Power Whip in the first place.
Not to mention, Agility is not even possible for the Bulbasaur line to learn. What the hell were its parents?
Larx's years of studying Pokémon breeding in this world were completely shattered by this mixed genetic inheritance, which completely shattered everything she had learned.
Again, this was the real world and many Pokémon can learn moves that actually make sense. For example, any bidepal Pokémon can learn elemental punches if they are trained enough.
Larx looked its level once more. "Fucker's literally level 13 and only now figuring out what walking is. Speed stat of 7? I've seen paralyzed Beldum move faster."
Not even a second later, Larx slammed her hand on the table, startingle the two Pokémon.
Bishop barely flinched—still frozen halfway between fetal fear and bulb wetting terror. Was the human going to attack him with the loud boomstick again?
Nix didn't move either, though her claws twitched slightly. Her golden eyes locked on the vine-frog with a strange mix of jealousy and hunger.
Larx didn't care.
She was already halfway through the doorway when she stopped, tossed a glare over her shoulder, and barked:
"Fuck it… Nix, the training starts now!"
Her voice hit like a gunshot.
"This frog's better than you. Know why? Twenty. Thousand. Badass points. You're sittin' at what? Nine-fifty, and that's being real generous. If this motherfucker ain't halfway to a heart attack by sundown—"
She jabbed a thumb toward the terrified Bulbasaur.
"—you ain't eatin'. No rations. No scraps. No marrow bones. You go to bed with your belly suckin' itself in, you hear me?"
Nix's nostrils flared.
Larx grinned like a wolf and slammed the door behind her.
"It starts when I leave this room."
Click.
Silence.
Bulbasaur whimpered. Nix smiled. A slow, sharp-toothed grin.
"Ello prey"
The frog didn't breathe. Didn't blink.
Then—
"I… I want my old human back!" he wailed, eyes wide and wet. "He fed me Poképuffs and—sob—called me buddy!"
Nix tilted her head.
"Yeah? That limp one is dead now. Now get into my belly prey."
She cracked her jaws together, making a popping sound like bones breaking.
Bulbasaur screamed internally. Again.