I don't own Ben 10....but neither do you.
Opposing sides
Chapter 3
"Ben...Ben...BEN! Your grandfather is here." Ben's mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
The twelve year old poked his head out from behind the door. "you know I heard you the first time." he said as he made his way to the stairs carrying a duffel bag full of his travel clothes. His mother sighed in resignation. " well next time answer me and I wont have to repeat myself... now get over here." she held her arms out to him as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm gonna miss you kiddo." she said as she pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
Ben hugged her back gently. He had always wanted to tell his parents what he did on vacation with his grandfather, however, he didn't think they would understand the magnitude of what he was doing. It would also cause them unnecessary worrying. "I'm gonna miss you to mom... tell dad I said bye." he said as he pulled away from his mother and made his way to the door.
As he exited his house he suddenly started to smile. He could see his grandfathers old rust bucket of an RV sitting at the end of the driveway. He shifted his bag to his left hand and waived as he approached the door to the RV. As he stepped inside he could see his grandfather in the drivers seat. Waving at his mother.
"You, ready to go sport." Grandpa Max said as he turned around to face his grandson.
"more than ever. Man its been so boring around here lately. Nothing exciting happened since last summer, and I mean nothing." Ben said as he threw his possessions into the back room of the RV where his bunk was. Max turned the RV on and began to pull out into the street.
"I wouldn't Say nothing Ben, I saw your handiwork on the news earlier today." the older man said as he turned his head to give Ben a wry smile. "besides sometimes, normal life is fun in and of itself."
"Sometimes...more like once in a million years, and.....What do you mean on the news." Ben said questioningly to his grandfather.
Grandpa max reached over and pushed a button on the dashboard of his vehicle. One of the panels on the upper portion gave way to a view screen. It suddenly began to play a clip from a newsflash earlier that day.
It was shown from a birds eye view so Ben assumed that it must have been from a helicopter nearby the scene, and indeed it showed the vehicle speeding down the road recklessly swerving from side to side. And just as it had done earlier that day as soon as it passed a certain crosswalk its windshield was covered with milk and eggs and it went straight into the telephone poll. However once the clip was over it rewound in slow motion to show a blurry figure standing at the crosswalk.
"Don't worry. I don't think anyone else would recognize you...I'm just glad that you kept your promise." his grandfather said proudly. Ben held up his wrist in reply.
"i know no omnitrix until the summer... but now that it is summer its time to cut loose." he said as he slammed his palm down on the center device on his watch. There was a sudden green flash, and instead of a young twelve year old boy, sat a minuscule alien creature.
"Aww man... Graymatter. I swear this thing has something against me." said the alien in annoyance.
"Ben, I don't know how many times I've told you but the omnitrix is not a toy." he said in a semi serious tone.
"I know, and I don't really see it as one anymore. Its just so interesting to be something else other than just plain old Ben." Ben said as he hopped up on the dashboard. "besides your always telling me I should broaden my horizons, and take in other cultures. This is about as broad as it gets I'm another species altogether." the boy said as he looked over at his, now, enormous grandfather.
"alright ill give you that one. But just remember that it has to charge again after you turn back to normal. If we needed you to change into something else in an emergency you wouldn't be able to. So just keep that in mind." Max said looking at the small alien on his dashboard.
Ben sat in silence for a moment and considered what his grandfather had said. It had indeed happened before he had foolishly used the watch to pull a prank or some other selfish reason and when he really needed to do some good he had been unable to. He was just about to say something when Max suddenly spoke up.
"well its a ways to the campground....How bout a sing along." he said with as much jolly as any Santa clause.
They were about an hour away from the campground when the "Rustbucket" hit a large pothole causing the camper to jump up and down suddenly. It also caused Ben to fall out of his bed. He had been taking a short nap after changing back to being himself.
"Grandpa...do you have to hit every pothole on the road, or are you trying to kill me." Ben said as he grabbed his head where it had hit it the floor.
"Sorry Ben, the roads in this area have seen better days. Its just not the same as it was in the old days." he said almost wistfully. Ben raised his eyebrow to his grandfather.
"you just like to say that don't you, in the old days. I bet thats half the fun of being an adult." Ben accused as he made his way to the front of the RV. " I bet this road was just like this " in the old days." he said as he made quotation marks with his fingers.
"Well it was never this bad... but yeah its always been a little rough around the edges." Max said as he began to slow the Rustbucket down. They could finally see a sign pointing them toward the park ground.
Just as they were about to take the turn that lead to the entrance of the camping facility an alarm suddenly began sounding from the dashboard. The small video screen from earlier popped up.
"two armed criminals have made there way into the local museum. I repeat two armed criminals have made there way into the local museum. They have an unknown number of hostages. Proceed with caution, the culprits weapons have yet to be identified." the vidscreen showed no video but displayed the location of the radio transmission on a small map.
"All year without anything to weird happening, and the second I get in this RV something big happens. Do you have some kinda tractor beam on this thing that just pulls in trouble." Ben said as he strapped himself into the passengers seat.
"Well I used to...but I took it out years ago...i guess were just lucky." Max said as he pressed another button on the console. A large red button appeared in the center of the console. "HOLD ON TIGHT!!" he yelled as he smashed the button with his thumb.