Infection

by Dizzy

Summary: Another accident has conflicted with Ben's summer. An Omnitrix-related accident. Things go downhill as outside sources intervene, and Ben is left a little... messed up. More to be explained, and I truly hope the storty is better than my terrrible summary.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or any of its related characters. Really? Yeah.

Claimer: All of the events and occurences of this story are my property. Inspiration, at any point, if possible, will be stated.

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And here we go, my second in-progress fanfic. Whoo-Hoo? Alright, folks, its kind of obvious I want you to read and review, but just read it for now. :-P

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Chapter One: Discovery

Alpha Binurti, Outer Space

Earth Equivalent of Three Months Before Ben Recieves the Omnitrix

The alien intern sat at a small, cramped desk. It was dark and cold in the enclosed observation room. A glass window loomed in front of him. Next to the creature sat a workstation, thousands of lines of exeptions and code rolling across the screen. The alien spoke into a microphone dangling from his misshapen head with a bizarre gurgling, "Test 4,506: Codebase 0.8.4.2." A squirming creature was dragged into the white room through the glass. A black, watchlike device sat on the captee's arm, glowing green. The alien was stapped onto a floating disk with laser straps.

"Ready, sir," the strong worker burbled into a reciever in the wall.

The programmer pressed a key on the desk.

A neon green glow filled the room with blinding frequency.

The captive alien screamed in agony. The Omnitrix tightened on its arm, glowing more fiercely with each passing second. A debugging kernel popped onto the screen as unstoppable errors plaugued the device's firmware.

The skin, if it could be called that, of the wearer's body began to bulge with an orange tumor as the other side began to thin and degenerate. For a few minutes, colors converged around the pained body with indescribable intensity as the creature pulsed with bodily size - from small to large to gigantic. For seconds at a time, the character was fully transformed into a random alien. However, it hardly lasted as the captive alien screamed out in pain as it deformed again into a formless blob.

Unknown to the observer at the computer, a door slid open behind him. A large, hulking figure entered along with a smaller, white-dressed scientist. A slithering noise distracted the tester to turn around and look at the two characters. He almost leaped out of his seat, offering his oddly shaped hand, shouting out things like, "Oh, Lord Vilgax, it's you," "Welcome, sir, you will enjoy these developments." The intern was literally slathering him with compliments and questions, trying to comfort the leader the could kill him with a stray-pointing finger.

"Shut your mouth, whelp," Vilgax shouted, in a commanding tone that made the alien trailing him almost smile. Vilgax stared into the glass window, where the creature had just went limp, likely dead, from exhaustion. Its life force wasa completely drained. "Your plans are obviously working very well, idiot." The trailing scientist chuckled.

Vilgax growled at both of them. "Fix this now for my army. Within two weeks. Or your head will be turned into a goo worthy of the Glarniaats." The tester gulped, thinking of the lowest civilization of the galaxy.

They were even below the humans.

Alpha Binurti, Outer Space

Three Days Later

The two men sat across from each other at the table. Electronic pens rarely sparked across their tablet computers, testing more and more. Writing stuff like their life depended on it. It did. "Ahem," the first one burbled. "What?" the other spat sharply.

"It's... about the Omnitrix."

"Really? Wow, I never guessed that the Omnitrix would be what you would speak of... you know, after spending two days sitting here on it." Glaring, the opposite continued, "I've arrived at the conclusion that we've been doing it all wrong."

The scientist gasped, and then angrily spat a few curse words toward his face. Wiping sweat from his brow, the other looked down at the tablet and back up. "The creatures... transformations, I mean, in the Omnitrix are a full footprint of the original selected candidates." The scientist across from him rolled his eyes. Glaring, he steadily went on, "... and the current machine tries to completely turn the operator into that. Meaning, they have no control." The scientist, surprised by this logic, nodded. "However, the recent prototype already samples the user's DNA at attachment to inject it into the alien. If we change it to sample more of the user's setup, we can completely replace it in the... transformations." The opposite replied, "What about the original alien? I mean, if you completely scrap them, what about...what do they call him," snapping his fingers, "... Grey Matter! Would his smartness and abilities still be there with the injection."

The genius thinker smartly replied, "Yes." The opposite studier gaped. Suddenly lowering his voice, he whispered, "But what about Vilgax." The thinked whispered also, "Raiders. Raiders 'stole' our prototype en route past the Milky Way."

The two stood up, smiling happily. "Let's do this!"

Beta Zintura, Quadrant Three, Sector R, Solar System 7.42, Planet Earth

Four Months, Three Days, Six Hours, 32 Minutes, 7 Seconds Later

The brown-haired ten-year-old sat angrily, twisting the delicate wheel back and forth as a screen cycled through numerous odd-looking sillhouettes. That person, spitting frustratedly into the damp air of the warehouse to egg the technology on, is Ben Tennyson.

Little did he know that an attack far different from the stinky goo and flames being shot in his direction waas about to occur.