Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or One Piece, which is one of the best manga ever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: In case you live in Omaha, Nebraska, I do not mean to offend you in anyway possible. It just so happens I like it.
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"Grandpa! Why do we have to see some stupid opera?"
Ben was so bored. They hadn't done anything for three days. Ever since they have gotten to Omaha, it has been the pits. Today was horrible since he played a game of checkers with Gwen and lost five times.
"I told you Ben we are seeing Des Fuitermus because it is a great operetta. When I first saw this play many years ago, I thought it was the greatest show that was ever put on earth!"
Ben snorted.
"But no one speaks English! It's all just German! Who can understand German?"
"I can understand German, Ben." Said a frowning Grandpa Max.
"Hmph" said Ben as he crossed his arms in the front seat. To his left was his grandpa, Max who was now driving the trailer to the theatre.
"Too bad they don't sing in Dork!" cried a voice somewhere in the back of the trailer, "That way you can perfectly understand it!"
Ben tried to think up of a comeback but couldn't think of anything. The first thing that came to his head was;
"Bite me."
"Ben!", yelled his grandpa, "we do not use that kind of language to your cousin. Instead of calling her names and what not, why don't you show some love?"
Ben made a snort.
"Me? Love that cousin of mine?"
"Ditto!" cried his cousin from the back.
Max sighed, what's the use? They always fight like that. But even though they constantly bicker at each other, they do at time show some affection towards one and another.
"Can you at least show some kindness…from either of you?"
"I'll show some kindness to that alien freak if he shows some kindness to me!" yelled an exasperated Gwen.
"Ditto right back at ya!" said an annoyed Ben.
"Enough! Both of you!" yelled Max who was having a hard time concentrating on the road.
Silence distilled upon the trailer. Ben, who was still annoyed about going to see a show, unbuckled his seat belt and headed to the back.
Max sighed once again and kept on driving.
Ben checked the fridge in a vain attempt to see if there was anything edible in there. Gwen, who was sitting on a chair with her laptop, said to him,
"If you are still angry that I beat you in checkers five times in a row, I just want to say that you did a good job facing against me."
Ben, after seeing that the only thing in the fridge was fried octopus, closed it slowly and took a deep breath.
"It's okay, and I'm sorry for what I said earlier."
Gwen smiled, "it's alright, besides I didn't want to make you feel sad that I told you you were worthless."
Ben gave a snicker.
"What makes you think I'll be sad at your comments? I'm tough, remember? I can handle anything with me and my watch!"
Gwen rolled her eyes.
"I fear that one of these days your bolstering attitude will get you into trouble."
"I, don't fear anything."
Gwen laughed, "I hope that one day, I can prove you wrong."
Ben laughed.
Max smiled as the two cousins finally made up.
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Mr. Goldenweek sat on top of the large theatre. He saw in the setting sunset the trailer approaching the parking lot. His paintbrush was in his left hand, swirling in many different colors. As Mr. Goldenweek saw the now parking trailer, he thought back to the conversation he had with Vilgax yesterday morning.
"So tell me Mr. Goldenweek, how does one make a person go insane?"
Mr. Goldenweek put his paintbrush back in his pocket. He closed his eyes and said,
"normally, I do not talk about my hunting technique to other people. However, since I know you will not tell anyone about my style because you live in another galaxy, I will tell you. Basically, when I first meet the victim, I shoot at them Colour-Colour Trap. A very fine paint mixture that contains five paint emotions. Each of these colors take their indicated emotion as extreme as humanly possible. One emotion for one day each, meaning that Colour-Colour Trap will take as long as five days to complete. Each of the emotions last for one hour. Short time yes, but, enough to make a deep impression. As each emotion comes to be, the person's mind is chipped away as reasoning and saneness are slowly disappearing. Because the emotions are so different from each other, the mind is ripped apart as each one takes affect. The lasting affect is that the prey is insane."
"Interesting." Said Vilgax.
Mr. Goldenweek blinked. The three people got out of the trailer. One of them is his prey. He could hear voices from each of them.
"Alright kids, let's hurry up! The play starts in 30 minutes."
"We're coming! Ben is taking so long though to get ready!"
"I was having a hard time putting on my shoes!"
"Only you could have that problem you dork."
"Oh be quiet!"
People gave them an odd look as they began to argue again. Their voices slowly diminished as they entered the large theatre.
Mr. Goldenweek sat down in a cross legged position and began to think deeply.
Soon, it will begin. Enjoy your mind for now my fellow victim. For soon, you will have no mind to enjoy with.