"But you do," insisted Vinnie. "You know exactly what to do." Every Saur did, after all. They simply had to realize this innate knowledge - their calling - and it would give them the strength of will to fully bloom. It was telling enough that Bulba had grown strong enough to evolve without a ceremony. The only thing really standing in his way of going that final step was his own self-doubt. He needed that moment of clarity. It was, after all, obvious to everyone around him that he was more than ready to become a Venusaur himself.

"Green is to you what my Garden is to me - you're not missin' anything, you just ended up putting it somewhere different." Red, noticeably, was not mentioned in the equation at all. A small sigh left Vinnie as he unconsciously began to squeeze the other Grass Type's hand a little tighter. "If you wanted t'feel what I do, that'd be cuttin' apart too much of yourself. I'm not anyone you should try t'be, Bulba. You'd have to throw too much away."

Like a dissipating illusion, Vinnie's body shifted back (or forward?) into his taller, older form. The transition was barely noticeable - after all, even if his appearance changed, he remained himself - and it could have easily been that he was a Venusaur the entire time.