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A/N: WOO BOY! IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I UPDATED THIS! WELP, THE OILED MACHINE HAS BEEN GREASED UP AND I AM READY TO GIVE YOU ALL THE NEW CHAPTER FOR THE BOYS/BEN 10 CROSSOVER, BEN 10: A TRUE HERO! ANYWAY THAT SAID, I HOPE YOU GUYS REALLY ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AS MUCH AS I HAVE…AND I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS CHAPTER LOL. FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW WHY, SHHHH! GO AHEAD, READ THE CHAPTER, AND ENJOY!
ALSO…I HAVE A PRESENT FOR ALL OF YOU. :)
CHAPTER 9: GAME TIME
It had been a few days since his last activity of being a hero. The news had been neutral to him, since he was a hero of unknown origins, it kinda made sense. Though, part of him alarmed himself that maybe he should lay low for a little while, he didn't want to ruffle too many feathers that much, even though the feathers were already ruffled to begin with. He had a neutral view of Vought, save for that one asshole who was about to kill that guy's girlfriend, and the other asshole who, well thankfully, was sent to prison to the Null Void, the penitentiary, not out there in the wild, albeit it would have been funny. He held no empathy towards the guy, he was a total douche, so whatever happened to him, happened to him. He could give less of a damn.
Ben had just been hanging out in his home just relaxing. There were no major threats looming and the Seven were all but curious: well some were curious, others were either terrified or angry at this new hero: afraid to show his face yet is taking away their spotlight by actually doing the job to what a superhero should be doing: saving the damn day. When Ben was busy in his living room, wearing his tight, white tank-top and gym pants, he sat on the couch flipping through channels while drinking a nice can of shit beer. That was until he caught the footage of a scene where cops were shooting at a man up at the tallest room of a tower. He leaned forward, scanning around for any superheroes.
This was his chance! It had been a few days since he saw any action. It was getting massively boring around the house.
Ben scoffed, "Looks like it's time to go hero!" he said, his grin growing wider as his eyes grew narrower. The spirit of the hero possessed the man sitting on a nice comfy couch he bought at Ashley's while drinking shitty beer he bought at a gas station not too far from where he rested his head.
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The Amazonian Queen herself, Queen Maeve, walked down the steps with America's greatest superhero, Homelander, down the steps, answering the calls from their boss to go to town to see about a terrorist attack happening downtown. Gunfire flooded the air with fire and metal. The hallowed, piercing screams and demands layered below the sporadic song of gunfire. As they nonchalantly walked past through the line of fire, they continued to argue about a particular topic of the day, and that topic that would never go away was Ben 10,000.
Ever since he showed up to the scene, the world had been flipped on its head facing the steepside cliffs of the stream and pointy rocks below. Homelander brushed him off like a lone ant, and for a time, the process of a legitimate hero upstaging him was of low risk, but since he had been saving more and more people, and the press have been talking more about him than the World's Greatest Superhero. The vexations of the newcomer plagued his mind like a virus infecting his entire body. It's like seeing Nero playing the fiddle as Rome slowly burns.
"Ever since this…creature showed up to my set, the public's been fawning over him like he's like this newborn baby shitting around the floor! Everyone is talking about him!" Homelander complained.
"This Ben 10,000 guy is nothing more than a showman. Nothing more. Nothing less. I mean, it could be just Supes under his beck and call…I don't know why you are worried about this guy. The guy hasn't even shown his face for a few days, let alone weeks," Queen Maeve argued, trying to pacify Homelander's visible insecurities. Maeve, along with other Vought members, save for A-Train, did not look at Ben as a legitimate threat, just a nuisance.
"Ben 10,000 is a joke. Once I get more information on that guy, I'll take him down," Homelander said.
"Give'em Hell, Homelander!" a cop waved.
"You bet, pal!" Homelander waved back.
"Anyway, if there is a 1% chance that this poser is not only an enemy to the Seven, but an enemy of me, then he should be destroyed! Simple as that," Homelander said as they walked past a SWAT truck.
"We've managed to make this about you in less than 20 seconds flat," Maeve taunted.
"Hey, I'm not the one who's down a point and a half," Homelander shot back, "I think what you meant to say is 'gee thanks Homelander for showing up out of the blue and bringing the extra press to my caller'."
A Police Captain, excited to meet the superheroes themselves, met with Homelander and his partner, Queen Maeve, smiling a corporate smile at his face, though he was just blind to see past the fake smiles. Hell, if your heroes were standing right next to you, and they were smiling at yourself, you wouldn't expect foul play or direct suspicion. At least the man was happy to see two of the members of the Seven in his presence.
"Homelander? Steve," Captain Steven introduced himself. Honelander slapped his hand on his shoulder giving him a reassuring, public smile on his face.
"You guys are the real heroes. We're just glad we can help, right?" Homelander said, turning to Maeve.
"That's right," Maeve answered.
"Where's your shooter?" he asked directly.
"Shooter's on 31…," said Captain Steve.
"Alright, sit tight," Homelander said, bending his knees before propelling himself in the air, like a true showman, and rocketing himself to the building like a bullet fired from a minigun strapped in an Apache bursting through the windows with little to no regards to who would be down below him.
Maeve looked down back to Steve, her hands on her hips, her smile not leaving her face. "Elevators?"
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At the 31, the area was closed off. The area looked very underdeveloped and slightly abandoned. Pain cans, boxes, and construction equipment were here and there. It was as if they stepped into a building being newly constructed.
Homelander leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, clearly looking very impatient. It was like looking at a spoiled brat with an American flag for a cape pouting because his parents denied him sugary sweets at their local Dollar store. When the elevator doors opened, Maeve came out, not with her public smile, but with her neutral, "God kill me" look on her face. She and Homelander continued to walk down the hallway looking for the shooter; though, with all of their ramblings about the new hero, they did not pay attention to the sudden lack of gunfire. It was eerily silent; they either did not pay attention or care. They just want to get in and get out, much like an employee at a typical call center job - or hell, any Corporate America job for that matter.
"I'm just saying, this guy could be linked to the disappearance of Translucent, thus an attack on a team member is an attack on the Seven, to which is an attack on me," Homelander summarized, "I think we should find him and gag him for all he's worth; plus that's more important than A-Train's insipid race."
"Mr. Edgar wants us both at the race to roll out his new talking points, you know this. Plus, I don't think you need to worry that much about this Ben 10,000 guy. He's a twink, like any other person on this planet. No one, alive or dead, can challenge you," Maeve said.
"I've X-Rayed Edgar you know," Homelander said, "He is this close to a coronary; he's got blood like engine oil; and Stillwell with that mewling baby, it's ridiculous," Homelander complained as they continued walking, "They're just people, but they snap their fingers and we jump. Why?" Homnelander asked, confused about his status in the company.
"Because, they sign our checks?" Maeve answered, leaning against the door of the silent room, not even bothering to question it, "Can we just cut to the part where you fuck off this Ben 10,000 paranoia and you show up to the race?" Maeve asked, leaning her elbow against the wall across from Homelander.
"See, that's why I love you," Homelander smiled as Maeve sneered, "You're the only one who tells me the truth."
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Without a second thought, Homelander pushed the door open as Queen Maeve stormed in, ready to throw down against anyone in her way, however, she stopped at her tracks when she saw the man before her. This man was rather tall, had a thick and muscular build due to the various adventures he might have had experienced that had left him in perfect shape, and sported a full beard. His hair was combed left-sided, and he wore a customized skin-tight outfit: consisting of a dark graphite round-neck T-shirt with a custom white hourglass design in the middle. The shirt was tucked in his green pants pulled up to his waist; a belt with multiple pouches, and black calf-high boots with brown straps on them.
Unfortunately, this did not stop raging Amazon Warrior from aggressively approaching him, despite her reservations. Part of her wanted to test him to see if he was really such a big shot that the media said he was, while the other half wanted to lay off some steam since Homelander acted like a bumbling little American Princess with Mommy issues.
The Man pulled the Shooter back seeing that this lady was on the prowl to attack, before he could say a word, Maeve threw the first punch to which the Man expertly dodged her strikes, threw a punch to her, to which she dodged, before catching another strike to the face and then delivered a devastating kick to the shin forcing her to fly backwards. She caught her footing, though, that did not mean to say she wasn't shocked. The Man was perfectly balanced and got back into his kata fairly quickly. He did not show any fear at all, only joy, to which confused the Amazonian greatly.
"So…you must be the man of the hour," Homelander said darkly, "Ben Ten-Fucking-Thousand."
"That sounds like a very liberal concubine sir, but yes. I am Ben 10,000 at your service. Aside from the excitement," he turned to Queen Maeve, still shaken a bit from her slight confrontation towards the hero himself, "I have apprehended him and he has agreed to turn himself in to the police. Turns out, a conversation can bing in the best inn people than brute force."
This shocked Queen Maeve in a way she never experienced: the fact she quickly got her ass kicked or the fact that he had an ethical protocol to work with the police or at least work within the law, to some extent, to capture criminals. Though, at least to her eyes, didn't acquit him from any suspicion she had of him: past or present.
"Take him to the police? That's adorable! Get a load of this guy: who says we're taking him in?" Homelander asked.
"The law?"
"Who's law?"
"State and federal: specifically the Judiciary Act of 1787 to which established the US police powers to regulate behaviors within the United States, signed by President George Washington in aforementioned year to form the first US Marshals," Ben educated, "I can send you a pamphlet so you can read later. Homework will be due when you are at Hospice."
"You're being a smartass, now?" Homelander asked, getting very aggravated, his eyes glowing slightly redder.
"Better a smartass than a dumbass," Ben said, his arm hiding behind his back, activating the Ultimatrix core, a familiar green hue shone from behind, capturing the attention of both Shooter and Queen Maeve (at least to a lesser extent). Maeve saw the man playing around the notch of the device as it made calculated beeps here and there as if it was speaking in Morse Code.
"What gives you the idea that you can mock me, pissant?" Homelander asked, his voice growing ever darker, his eyes glew redder than a ripe tomato picked from the garden in May afternoon at the southern parts of Georgia.
"For me to GO HERO!" Ben yelled, as he quickly swung his arm to the front, wearing his cocky grimm, ever wider than before, and slapped his strange watch down, enveloping the three strangers in a blinding green flash. When the green light faded stood a monster.
This…this creature was a tanned-skinned, hulking monster. He had green spiky hair, green-glowing eyes, a sinister smirk who wore what looked like a tunic, a metallic belt consisting with the Ultimatrix badge serving as a buckle,
"BROLY!" Broly roared as the wind crashed through the window, his yellow, flammable aura bursts through his body like an uncontrollable ventilator.
Queen Maeve paled in fear; it's not like she had not seen shapeshifters before, though uncommon, but for the first time, she felt…powerless.
"Broly was aiming for Diamondhead, but Broly will have to do!" Broly said.
Homelander, with his smirk, sinister is all get be, never left his face. He brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Well, this will be fun," Homelander said.
A/N: Sorry for the 8 month wait guys! I had severe writer's block that extended to all of my accounts and everything. It was so bad that I even contemplated sending it off to another writer who may have a shot at writing it. However, like they always say, your best ideas always come to you in a hot bath lol.
ANYWAY: Homelander vs Ben 10,000 (who transformed into Z Broly). For all the DBZ fans, who do you think would win? The Boys fans, do you stand by or defend Homelander in this fight? Do you think this is even a fight at all? Write it down in the comment section down below! That said, until we meet again!
PEACE OUT AND CHICKEN ARMS!