Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or One Piece, which is one of the best manga ever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Yeah, there is going to be some horror in this…so…you have been warned! I'll update very soon for How the Omnitrix Came to be.

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Mr. Goldenweek reopened his eyes.

He stood up.

It's time.

With his sharp, brown eyes, he scanned the view hoping to find something that will attract his victim's attention.

Gas station.

Bingo.

Mr. Goldenweek took out his paintbrush. He started waving it in mid-air, quietly he said to himself,

"Colour-Colour Walk."

A rainbow bridge formed at the base of his feet. The bridge began to get longer and longer until it was more than two miles long. It reached all the way to the gas station.

He raised his left foot and set it down on the Colour-Colour Walk. He then began to walk calmly forward. His eyes constantly looked forward, never looking up, never looking down. After awhile, he got to the other side of the rainbow walk and departed onto the roof of the gas station. The bridge then disappeared into the air.

Soon they will be here whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you ready with the bazooka Bob?"

Mr. Goldenweek's ear twitched.

"Yeah, yeah, I got the bazooka ready. Does everyone know what they are doing?"

Mr. Goldenweek walked to the edge of the roof. He looked down and saw five strong looking men standing around talking. One of them had a rocket launcher while the others had various kinds of guns.

Mr. Goldenweek sighed.

He jumped off of the roof and landed right in front of them.

"Excuse me," he said in his monotone voice, the thugs turned around and saw him, "I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave."

"What?" said one of them, "are you a cop?"

"I'm a bounty hunter, and I will not repeat myself again. I want you to leave this place."

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"I am very interested on how you make your victims insane," said Vigax, "but before I ask that question, I want to enquire this. Some bounty hunters, as you may well know, show pity in their victims and show mercy to the weak. Are you one of those?"

"No," said Mr. Goldenweek with his dull, vacant expression, "If anything or anybody bugs me, I'll have them eliminated. Strong or weak."

Vilgax laughed.

"Good, good. I like a person who is like that. Show no mercy, destroy anything that gets in their way, I like you."

Mr. Goldenweek sniffed.

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"What's it to you, you fag?"

It happened so fast.

Before anyone could react, Mr. Goldenweek took out his paintbrush at lightning speed. With his hand gripping it tightly, he plunged it into the belly of the thug. The paintbrush went through it like it was butter. Then, Mr. Goldenweek pulled back the brush leaving a gaping hole in the middle of his body. The man screamed as acid left by the paint began to eat away the skin and the inner organs. The man fell to the floor, he stopped his screaming but his breathing was fast. However, that too began to slow down as a pool of blood seeped out of the now dead body. Mr. Goldenweek held his paintbrush in midair as acid dripped slowly from it.

By now, the thugs looked scared but Mr. Goldenweek held his dull expression with his large, brown eyes.

"Shoot him!" cried one of the men.

They aimed their guns at Mr. Goldenweek, however, they were too slow for him and he easily dodged it. He jumped up in the air and landed back on the roof. He raised his paintbrush up in the air ready to attack.

Before he could do so, one of the men shouted,

"Shoot him Bob!"

Bob raised his bazooka and fired. The missile came screaming at him at high speeds. There was a large explosion and smoke filled the area.

"Yeah! We beat him up!" cried one of the men. They began to cheer and give each other high fives, but this was stopped as a monotone voice spoke.

"Never celebrate a victory, until your certain your victim is dead."

The smoke cleared, as the men looked back up at the roof they saw a large colorful sphere surrounding Mr. Goldenweek. It swirled with endless colors as it surrounded him in a protective barrier.

The four thugs caught sight of Mr. Goldenweek and got scared.

"Let's get out of here!" yelled one of them.

They began to scramble, as they were doing so, Mr. Goldenweek calmly said, "Colour-Colour Dark Green."

A dark green paint shot out of Mr. Goldenweek's paintbrush. It whizzed and shot in mid-air and came into contact with three of the people. A dark green color soon covered their skin as they stopped and began to look at each other. There was confusion, then anger and greed appeared in their faces as they began to examine one another. Finally one said,

"Hey! Why does Johnny have a better gun than I do?"

"Don't look at me! Rich boy here has all the money! He's so rich I feel like killing him!"

"God damnet! Why can't I be taller like you guys?"

A heated argument arose, after thirty seconds, they pointed their guns at each other and fired.

All three fell to the floor dead.

Envy really is a deadly sin. Thought Mr. Goldenweek.

The last thug fell to the ground shaking in fear. Sweat rolled down his cheeks as he looked up at Mr. Goldenweek.

"P-Please spare me!"

Mr. Goldenweek jumped from the roof and onto the ground. He calmly walked forward and leaned towards the thug, his face was mere inches from his.

"I don't spare anyone. Colour-Colour Blue."

A blue paint shot out of the paintbrush and onto the thug. For a while he was lost in a daze, then he started crying.

"I hate my life! I suck so bad and I was never good at anything! I was always a failure to my old man. I wish I was dead!"

"That can be arranged." Said Mr. Goldenweek.

"How?" said the crying man.

Mr. Goldenweek looked at the gun that was in the thug's hand. The thug gulped and pointed his gun at his throat.

He fired.

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"Ah! Thank goodness that was over!"

Ben was relaxing in the trailer. The operetta lasted for more than two hours and those two hours made Ben tired.

"Yawn! I'm going to bed, g'night!"

Ben climbed into His bed and started sleeping. Gwen and Grandpa Max were in the front talking.

"So they always use real wine in the end of the play?" said Gwen looking at Grandpa Max.

"Yep, it has been a tradition ever since the operetta was first shown."

"Aren't they violating some laws?"

"Er…"

"Grandpa, look!"

Max turned his head to the right. Great billows of smoke were rising up from a nearby gas station.

"Ben!" yelled Grandpa Max turning his head to the back, "Emergency!"

"Ah…." said Ben from his bed, "Can't it wait?"

"Now Ben!"

"FINE!"

Ben jumped out of the bed, he ran to the front of the trailer.

"What's the situation?"

"There!" shouted Gwen, she pointed her finger at the now on fire gas station.

"Leave it to me!"

Ben held out his arm with the Omnitrix on it. He twisted the dial until it was the alien that he wanted. He raised his right arm and slammed down on it.

His body then began to deform and modify. Fire sprouted from his limbs as he grew taller and lankier. With a flash of light, he turned into Heatblast.

"Be careful Ben!" shouted Grandpa Max as Heatblast was jumping out of the door.

"Don't worry! I can handle this!" shouted Heatblast back as he was running to the flaming gas station.

Heatblast knocked down the doors as he ran inside the burning building.

"Hello?" he cried, "is anybody here?"

No answer.

Seeing that no one is here, Heatblast started putting out the fire with great bellows of smoke. After a minute, the fire finally calmed down and all that was left was a burnt building.

"YES!" said Heatblast, "Score another point for the alienmiester!"

He was about to do a victory dance when something caught his eye. In the smoke was a shadowy figure that was wearing a large hat. The smoke covered up the person so Heatblast couldn't identify who it was.

"Hey! Are you alright?" he ran forward to the figure.

Just as he was doing so, the figure raised his arm, quietly he said,

"Colour-Colour Trap."

An odd whizzing sound exploded from the person. Before Heatblast could react, something slammed into his stomach. Bright colors flashed before his eyes, leaving him to see stars.

"Wha-What happened?"

He shook his head. He looked at his stomach to see that there was nothing on it. He looked to see if the person was still there, but he was gone.

"Where did he go?" questioned Heatblast.