Hi ya! Jedi Alex Colbent gave me the go-ahead to adopt his story, "Illegality Roommates" I'm going to add my own touches here and there, but the overall sprit should stay the same.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog, Ben 10, American Dad or any of the copyright protected characters you are about to read about. They are the property of SEGA, Man of Action, Cartoon Network and Seth Macfarlene.

Illegally Roommates

Chapter 1

Codependent as usual

The once great and powerful alien warlord known as Black Doom sat with a newspaper and cup of coffee in the blue leathered chair that resided in the den of the moderately sized house he shared along with his two roommates.

One was an accomplished intergalactic warlord much like himself whom with his numerous achievements and assaults against the universe, particularly against the Plumbers has earned the tyrant's respect as a warrior. The other... well, not so much. The door to the house opens as the Chimera Sui Generis named Vilgax walks inside.

"Have you seen Roger around here lately?" He asked his roommate with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Not particularly and I don't truly care," Black Doom responded in disgust. "But if we know him well enough, he's probably throwing away half of his savings at a local bar while hitting on cheap hookers."

Their roommate Roger, a gray skinned alien of unknown race and origin, was always causing problems for himself and others, even beforehe started rooming with them.

He had previously lived with the Smith Family located in Langley Falls, Virginia after saving Stan Smith, a local CIA agent, from certain death. But ever since then, he had been nothing but trouble and chaos for the Smiths and everyone around them with his pansexual and often unstable habits. The final straw was when he had turned the Smith Family house into a literal slaughterhouse while Stan and his family were on vacation.

It had been only two months since that dreadful day. The Smiths were coming back from a vacation in London and only Stan had not enjoyed himself while there. "Francine, please tell me again why coming to a country that hates America was a good idea," he growled.

"Oh, stop your bitching. You needed the culture more than anyone else and you know it," Francine counted as her blonde hair bobbed up and down as they walked back to their house. "Heaven forbid you'd end up like that fat slob that washed up during the hurricane season. Tubby's gonna die if he doesn't get off his fat ass more often," she snarked, the memory of Peter Griffin coming as strong as ever. Just the sight of him caused Francine to double back in disgust. Francine wanted Stan to come with her and the kids to London to unwind and have fun. Stan, being the right wing nutter he's known for, didn't enjoy his time there as much as Francine wanted.

Their youngest child, Steve was bouncing around like a puppy. "I can't wait to see how the house looks! Roger promised us he'd re-do everything so it looks awesome!" he cried out in glee.

"That is if he didn't much it up. He may be your alien, but he's a total flake and insane. That's the nicest thing one can say for Roger," Haley, Stan and Francine's oldest child explained with a somewhat bitter tone. She knew from firsthand experience that if Roger says he's going to do something, he'd either do it ass backwards, poorly, or worst of all just plum forget to do it at all. Her wedding dress was never going to be the same again after Roger washed it with his purple pimp suit.

"Don't be such a worry wart, Haley. I paid Roger in advance so he has no excuse to goof off. Besides, we were only gone for a week. What harm could he have done in that little time?" Francine replied mindfully.

The Smith's peace of mind was shattered where they heard ominous music coming from their house. Panicking they ran inside and saw that Roger had turned the living room into a scene from one of the "Texas Chainsaw" movies. Blood from random animals flowed from the floor after Stan opened the door and the family was greeted by the ghastly sight of dead animals hanging from hooks.

From out of the darkness came Roger clad in an apron covered in blood. "Hey guys!," he greeted them in a cheerful manner. "I was hoping that I'd help you with the haunted house scene. Can't let Buckle keep kicking your ass, now can we?" His hopes of seeing them be happy with his work were dashed by the look of sheer anger on their faces.

"Roger, we have put up with a lot from our time together. But you have crossed a line I doubt you can ever cross back. You can't live with us anymore if you think you can keep hurting us like this." The alien was stunned to see that Stan was so upset and angry at him that he was fighting back tears. He tried to protest this but Stan punched him with such force he flew on his butt grey butt.

Roger was forced to use most of the money he had gathered in his long time on Earth to pay for all the damages done to the house. That meant selling a lot of his possessions, leaving him with the bare bones of what he had before. With three suitcases to his name Roger was booted out of the house as the Smits looked at him with such contempt. Making this worse was the fact that Klaus was mocking him all the way nonstop.

It was by a stroke of pure luck that a few days later, he ran into his old Galactic Community College friend Vilgax. Desperate and with nowhere else to go to, Roger was offered a room at a decent sized complex located in Hammonton, New Jersey with Vilgax and another roommate, the former master of the Black Comet, Black Doom. Roger, left with no other option after being given the boot from the Smiths, accepted his proposal. Yet despite agreeing to chipping in with a third of the monthly rent each billing cycle, he had proven himself in the course of two months to be unreliable and immature to the point where Black Doom and Vilgax had to take turns bailing him out of his usual and annoying shenanigans.

"Tell me why you thought it would be good to invite your moronic college roommate to live with us again?" Black Doom asks his tentacled roommate with irritation in his voice. "I fail to see the charm in your little alien pet."

"Because he can be a good friend if you give him the chance. Besides, he had nowhere else to go, and it's my way of paying him back for a favor he did for me a years ago," Vilgax answered, a small smile on his face.

"I had at least thought he could have been mature for once and start pulling his own weight instead of relying on others to save his lazy, deadbeat, alcoholic ass!" Black Doom raged as he slammed his fists down on the chair.

"I know he's difficult to understand, but after what he went through with Stan we just can't leave him to die in the streets!"

"Why not? Then he'll be the police's problem!" Black Doom spat out in disgusted anger. "He deserves to die!"

Vilgax was so infuriated that he grabbed Black Doom and slammed him against the wall, his Ruby Ray pointed mere itches from his face."Roger is not here legally as are we. What do you think will happen to us when they look up his records? They'll trace it back to us, you fool! I refuse to beg for forgiveness from Ben Tennyson again!" Having vented that out he let go of Black Doom and calmed down somewhat.

Black Doom raised his finger about to respond when the phone in their kitchen started ringing.

"'sigh' I'll get the phone," Black Doom says as he got up and proceeded towards the kitchen.

This was notthe kind of life he hoped for when he agreed to room with his two other extraterrestrial roommates. Contrary to popular belief, he had not been killed after his battle against Shadow the Hedgehog. Instead, he secretly slipped under G.U.N's radar when they suspected him dead and since then began to live amongst the humans on Earth. Using advanced DNA remodeling he gained the power to shape shift into a human form. Doing so, he managed to receive a work position under the guise of Brock Davison as an accountant at Globo Inc., a company that specializes in overseas communication with foreign countries.

He had chose this specific company in hopes of spying on other countries to discover all the most top secret weapons and operations, planning on using them against them as revenge to his previous failure to conquer Earth. He picks up the phone to answer the call.

"This is Brock Davison speaking. Who may I ask is calling at this hour?"

"Oh, hey Doomy." A drunken Roger says over the phone."Hey, listen, I'm a tad drunk, I can't find my car keys, and right now I'm seeing a bunch of neon colored beavers eating the floorboards, so if you and Davy Jones can come pick me up, that would be swell... I'll pay you back for this, I swear. Okay, I gotta go, one of the beavers is gnawing on some guy's face. HANG ON, MAN! I'LL SAVE YOU!"

A loud crashing sound followed suit.

Black Doom hangs up the phone in frustration having to once again save his no good roommate's hide.

"Vilgax, we have to go pick up EP: The Extra-Pansexual again at the bar. He's having one of his episodes again."

"It's that bad this time?" Vilgax asks.

"He says he saw neon colored Beavers eating the floorboards."

"...Yeah, we should go get him."

Black Doom heads out the front door of the house while Vilgax grabs the keys to the car and the house and follows close behind closing the door behind him. Life with Roger is many things, but it's never boring.