Chapter 1: An Introduction to Dragollargh Zuper Totally Canon Adventure (Not So Really?)
The Proto-Truck, a sleek, powerful truck-turned-spaceship, roared through space, engines blazing as Ben Tennyson and his ever-reliable partner, Rook Blonko, raced toward Earth.
Right behind them, a clunky rust bucket of a ship sputtered and wheezed, barely holding itself together. Its pilots? The Vreedle Brothers, the most idiotic criminals in the universe.
And just a little further back, the Incursion fleet, an empire of war-hungry amphibians, was hot on their tails.
All three were fighting for a mysterious device called the Annilargh.
No one actually knew what it did.
No one knew why it was important.
But they all knew one thing—if someone else wanted it, it had to be valuable.
…Except Ben had a different problem.
He couldn't pronounce it.
"Alright, Rook, we need to get the—uh—the Anni… Arnilg? An… uh…"
Rook sighed heavily. "It is pronounced Annilargh."
"That's what I said! Annn… alarrghh?"
Rook clenched the controls. "No. Annilargh."
Ben frowned. "Annna—argh—this stupid word—"
"It is not difficult! Annilargh!"
"I swear, it's like the Omnitrix is holding my tongue hostage."
Behind them, in the second ship, the Vreedle Brothers were also having problems.
"Hey, Octagon, what if we just keep the shiny doom-thing and sell it?" Rhomboid suggested.
"Boy, Ma wants it! You think we can just not bring it home? She'll tan our hides!"
"…But we ain't got hides."
"That's why it's worse!"
Before their very important discussion could continue, a transmission cut through.
Commander Frax of the Incursion Empire appeared on their screen.
"This is the mighty Incursion Empire! We demand you surrender the Annilargh immediately!"
The Proto-Truck also received the transmission.
Ben leaned forward. "Okay, but why do you guys want it?"
There was a long pause.
Then—
"…Because YOU want it."
Ben groaned. "That is NOT a good reason!"
"It is for the glory of the empire!"
Rook sighed. "Ben, these are the same people who once went to war over a sandwich."
Ben blinked. "Wait, what?"
"The 'Great Incursion War of 4971'—started because two generals could not agree on whether to cut a sandwich diagonally or straight down the middle."
Ben rubbed his temples. "I hate this galaxy."
Suddenly—
BOOM!
The Proto-Truck shook violently.
"We're caught in a tractor beam!" Rook shouted.
At the same time, the Vreedles' ship also got caught.
The Incursions, in their brilliance, had accidentally activated BOTH beams at once—pulling the two ships into each other.
Ben groaned as he peeled himself off the windshield.
Rook glared at him. "This is your fault."
"HOW?!"
The Vreedles' cracked communicator buzzed.
"Boys," Ma Vreedle's voice crackled through. "Y'all better get that shiny doom-thingy before I tan yer hides."
Ben sighed, still lying upside-down. "Rook… I think we're about to have the dumbest battle of our lives."
Somewhere, deep in the Incursion fleet, the generals were arguing about whether the Annilargh was worth sacrificing their lunch break.
Somewhere else, Ben was STILL struggling to pronounce it.
They landed on earth.
Ben, Rook, and the assorted group of idiots stumbled out of the Proto-Truck. Smoke billowed from the wreckage behind them, but nobody really seemed to care.
Ben stretched, cracking his neck. "Alright! Now that we're here—someone finally tell me what this Annilargh does. Hey, I can pronounce it now!"
The entire group turned to him with deadpan expressions.
Rook coughed. "Ben… we are in a fight."
"Oh, right. My bad." Ben scratched the back of his head. "Okay, but seriously, what does it do?"
Before anyone could answer, the back door of the Proto-Truck burst open.
Arjit stepped out dramatically, holding the Annilargh. His scarf flapped heroically despite the lack of wind.
"It has the power to destroy the entire universe," he declared.
Silence.
Ben's eyes widened. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Rook folded his arms. "Arjit, do you actually expect me to believe that?"
Arjit sighed. "I don't care if you believe it or not. If activated, it will destroy the universe."
Before anyone could react—
THE BRAWL BEGAN.
Everyone dogpiled on Arjit, each trying to snatch the Annilargh for themselves.
Vreedle Brothers, Incursions, Ben, Rook—it was absolute chaos.
Arjit flailed wildly. "STOP! YOU'RE GONNA—"
Whoops.
The Annilargh slipped from his hands.
It bounced once.
Twice.
And then—
CLICK.
A bright, ominous glow surrounded it.
The ground trembled. The sky darkened. Somewhere, a dramatic orchestra began playing for no reason.
Arjit frantically shook Ben by the shoulders. "DO SOMETHING!"
Ben sighed. "Ugh. Fine."
With zero urgency, he tapped the Omnitrix and transformed into…
ALIEN X.
Rook's entire worldview shattered. His ears twitched. His brain blue-screened.
"So… Alien X was real?!"
Ben floated in an endless void. The entire universe had been erased.
He sighed; arms crossed. "Okay, can we fix this?"
Inside Alien X mind
Alien X's voice, void of expression as always, delivered the news without the slightest trace of sympathy. "Sorry, Ben, we can't recreate your universe."
Ben raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'we can't create'?" He crossed his fingers, as if hoping for a different answer. "Didn't you say we're Alien X? We can do anything."
Emotionless as ever, Alien X responded in the same detached tone. We can recreate it, yet we don't. Yes, we can do anything, but we decided to debate instead of doing something. We wouldn't want the Galactic Court interrupting our discussions… not that they could actually do anything to us.
"Though Alien X's words felt sarcastic, Ben wondered how an emotionless entity could even manage that. Then it hit him—hadn't they said they could do anything? Maybe… they were just proving a point."
Either way, it didn't matter. Alien X's nonsense was as infuriating as ever.
Ben scoffed, throwing up his hands. "Oh, great! Like if they didn't interrupt, you guys would've completed, what, a hundred million debates and actually done something?" He let out a bitter laugh. "You debate over everything! Even the simplest stuff—like altering your own face shape. That took you a whole year just to decide if you should proceed, another year to pick the shapes, and another year just to vote on one!" He paused, rubbing his temples. "And that's just in Earth time. Who knows how many eons passed inside that head of yours."
A deep, guttural roar erupted from Bellicus, as if Ben had personally offended his entire non-existent family line. It doesn't matter—we are sending you to a new universe where you will live!
Ben raised an eyebrow again, waiting for them to elaborate.
Selina, the so-called "compassionate" voice, suddenly spoke with far too much enthusiasm, her words practically glowing with excitement. Yes! We're sending you to a universe called— She paused dramatically, as though unveiling a great cosmic truth. Dragollargh Zuper: A Totally Canon Adventure (Not So Really)?
Ben stared blankly, taking a moment to process the sheer stupidity of what he had just heard. Then, finally, found his voice. "Wait… wait… you're sending me to a universe called Dragollargh Zuper: A Totally Canon Adventure (Not So Really)?"
Alien X, as casual as ever, responded without hesitation. Yes.
Ben blinked. "That sounds dumb."
The reply was instant. "Yes. Just like you."
For a moment, Ben was too stunned to react. Then he exhaled sharply. "…Wow. Rude."
Alien X, still void of any emotion, merely stated the truth as it saw it. "Yet accurate."
Ben groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You didn't have to do me like that, man."
Alien X, without a shred of remorse, sealed Ben's fate with one final, cryptic phrase.
"Can can."
And with that, the void around him began to warp, reality twisting as he was pulled toward whatever ridiculous existence awaited him next.
BOOM!
Ben tumbled backward, his chair tipping over as he crashed onto the floor. His head spun as he groggily opened his eyes, expecting to still see the infinite void of Alien X's realm. Instead, he found himself staring up at a ceiling covered in fluorescent lights.
A sharp voice cut through his daze. "Ben, how many times do I have to tell you not to sleep in my class?"
Slowly, he turned his head. The teacher loomed over him, arms crossed, expression unimpressed.
Ben blinked. What?
"Are you okay, Ben?"
The concerned voice of a student reached his ears.
Ben sat up, rubbing the back of his head. His eyes landed on a boy with spiky black hair, watching him with mild worry.
His brain, still rebooting from the cosmic nonsense he'd just endured, struggled to process the situation. New universe. Random classroom. Random guy talking to him like they were best friends.
Too much.
His mouth moved before his brain could stop it.
"…Who are you?"
The classroom fell into stunned silence. Every student turned to stare at him, expressions ranging from confusion to outright horror.
A random student finally found their voice. "Dude… what's wrong with you? We've been in the same school for years!"
Ben blinked. Oh. Right. That… makes sense.
Before he could say anything else, another student snickered. "Man, sometimes you're just acting like a total doofus."
Ben froze.
"Doofus."
The word hit him harder than expected. Gwen used to call him that all the time when he was ten. Gwen, Kevin, his parents, Uncle Frank, Aunt Natalie, and even Rook though he met him a few months ago and Grandpa Max. They were gone. All of them.
Even Vilgax's name popped into his head, as though someone made sure Ben couldn't forget—as Vilgax was family.
"Oh, come on. You've gotta be kidding me. Vilgax? Of all people?" He groaned internally. "I'd rather remember Animo or those dumb Vreedle brothers."
A dull ache settled in his chest, but he swallowed it down. No point thinking about it. It wouldn't change anything.
Slowly, he buried his face in his hands.
Alien X dumped me in a new universe…
And worst of all…
He was back in school.
Inside his mind, frustration bubbled up. First, I get insulted by a celestial debate team, and now I wake up in math class? This is officially the worst day ever.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice echoed in his head—low, ominous, almost crawling up his spine.
"This is just the beginning."
Ben froze. A chill ran down his back. That voice… it almost sounded like Alien X, but at the same time, it felt like something deeper—like a gut feeling, an instinct he shouldn't ignore.
Yep. Definitely the worst day ever.
The day dragged on. Ben dared not speak, still unfamiliar with all the new faces around him.
That evening, he snuck into the school, hoping to gather some information. He found the names of his classmates and, to his surprise, the spiky-haired boy who'd asked if he was okay earlier that day was named Gohan.
Ben checked his own section, but when he looked at his address, he found no other details listed.
Curious, he decided to follow the address. After an hour of asking around, he finally arrived at a small house. He entered, only to find it empty.
Ben wasn't surprised—it made sense, given how new he was to this universe. Instead of dwelling on it, he decided to make the best of the situation. He would explore this Earth as if it were his new home.
As he wandered through the unfamiliar world, he noticed how similar yet different it was to his own. The buildings here were mostly dome-shaped, unlike the squares and rectangles back in his universe. The humans also had tech that was far more advanced than anything he'd seen—like the Hoi Poi Capsules, made by a company called Capsule Corp.
But the most ironic discovery came when Ben learned that this world was ruled by a humanoid dog who could talk and walk like a human.
It took Ben a few days to adjust to classroom life. Back in his old universe, school had been his greatest nemesis—his true final boss. He hated attending, despised homework, and saw pop quizzes as sneak attacks from teachers with too much free time. But now, it felt like he was making up for all the days he had skipped… except without the looming threat of Grandpa Max dragging him back by the collar.
Over time, he discovered that he was apparently friends with Videl, the daughter of the so-called world's savior. He had also somehow befriended two other students, Sharpner and Erasa—names that, to him, sounded more like rejected office supplies than actual people.
But the weirdest thing? According to their memories, they had known him for years. Years. They treated him like he had always been there, cracking inside jokes he didn't understand, bringing up events he had no recollection of, and worst of all—expecting him to remember homework deadlines. To them, he was just Ben, their longtime classmate. To him? They were strangers with oddly specific trivia about his life.
As if things couldn't get any more confusing, Ben also found out that Erasa had a crush on him. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, she was pretty, but based on his past experience with relationships, he had learned to approach romance with the same caution as a ticking time bomb.
Speaking of relationships, he was pretty sure he was still dating Julie. Until, of course, he ran into her one day and casually asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie—only for her to give him a look of pure disbelief and say, "Ben, we broke up months ago!"
That was news to him.
As it turned out, apparently, he had broken up with her over a phone call. One day, while playing Sumo Slammers, she had called him to talk about something "important." Unfortunately for her, that just so happened to be the exact moment Ben was locked in an intense, game-deciding boss battle.
Julie: "Ben, we need to talk."
Ben: "Uh-huh, yeah, sure, whatever. Can this wait?"
Julie: "No, Ben. It really can't."
Ben: "Okay, okay, hold on—JUST LET ME FINISH THIS—NO! NO! UGH, STUPID LAG! GET OUT OF THE WAY, JULIE!"
…He might've yelled that last part a little too loudly.
Julie, understandably, had taken it as him telling her to get out of his life. She hung up on him, and Ben—who had already restarted his boss fight—had simply assumed the call dropped. He never called her back.
It wasn't until this very moment—months later—that he realized he had been single this whole time.
According to the school records, Gohan had only been attending for a few months. Ben grew curious about Hercule Satan after hearing he had saved the world. The idea intrigued him at first, but after watching what little footage existed, Ben immediately recognized Hercule as a fraud.
For a brief moment, he considered exposing the truth. However, after observing Videl, he saw that she was nothing like her father. She was a hard worker, genuinely determined to become stronger. In the end, Ben decided to drop it. Even if he told the truth, who would believe him? They'd probably look at him as if he had grown a second head.
Still, one mystery remained—the real warrior who had defeated Cell.
Determined to learn more, Ben explored this world further. Using Upgrade, he hacked into Capsule Corp's database. However, as he did so, a strange sensation nagged at him—an unshakable feeling that he shouldn't be doing this. The voice in his head screamed at him to stop.
Yet, to his surprise, he found nothing unusual. Shrugging it off as his mind playing tricks on him, he later visited Capsule Corp on a school field trip.
To his surprise, Gohan seemed to have personal connections there. Even the head of Capsule Corp personally greeted him and gave their group a private tour.
As they explored, Ben was stunned to see dinosaurs coexisting peacefully with humans and other animals.
In his mind
"See, Bellicus? Reviving dinosaurs on Earth wasn't such a bad idea."
Bellicus scoffed. "Tell that to the baby dinosaur that got kidnapped by a circus a few days ago."
As the school tour of Capsule Corp continued, Ben decided to take matters into his own hands—literally.
Using Echo Echo, he created a clone. One Ben stayed with the group, nodding along like an obedient student, while the other sneaked away. Activating Chamalien, he turned invisible and slipped into restricted areas.
And that's when he saw it.
Among the various high-tech projects, something caught his eye—a capsulized time machine.
"Huh. A whole time machine, just sitting here in a tiny little capsule. That's not concerning at all," Ben thought sarcastically.
Even though he was no stranger to time travel, this still intrigued him. Every time he had traveled through time, it was either because of magic or Paradox messing with the space-time continuum.
Then, it hit him.
"Wait a minute—where is Paradox? Why hasn't he shown up?"
For a brief second, panic set in. Then, with a shrug, he dismissed it. "Eh, if it's important, he'll show up with some cryptic speech about the fabric of reality tearing apart… again."
As the Capsule Corp tour wrapped up, Ben couldn't help but feel bored out of his mind.
Sure, this world had futuristic tech, but where was the real excitement?
"Man, the crime here is so… basic."
"No alien arms dealers smuggling blasters."
"No time-traveling cyborgs rewriting history."
"No universe-ending threats looming over the planet."
It was almost too peaceful.
Just as that thought crossed his mind…
"AH-CHOO!"
Ben sneezed. Hard.
He blinked. "Weird... Felt like I just accidentally wished for something."
Far away, in the Sacred World of the Kais, Supreme Kai suddenly sneezed with godly force.
"AHH-CHOOO!" He nearly fell off his floating platform, clutching his forehead.
Kibito gasped. "Supreme Kai! Are you unwell?"
Kai wiped his nose, looking around nervously. "No… but I suddenly have a terrible feeling. Like… some absolute disaster is on its way."
Meanwhile, across the galaxy, deep in a dark, sinister lair, a certain green-skinned, over-the-top wizard also sneezed violently.
"HAA-KKSHH!"
Babidi shot up, eyes darting around wildly.
"WHO DARES WISH FOR MY FAILURE?! WAIT—FAILURE?! WHY DID I EVEN THINK THAT?! I AM DOOMED!"
Back on Earth, Ben shivered, rubbing his nose.
"Okaaay, why do I feel like an invisible genie just granted my wish… and I'm gonna regret it?"
Then Ben decided to help in stopping crimes. But did he really need to? After all, they already had Videl and that Great Sayamann guy.
"Who names themselves 'Great'?" Ben thought, crossing his fingers.
Then, suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Who names themselves 'Hero of Heroes'?"
The voice was sarcastic. Almost like… Bellicus and Serena.
Ben blinked. "Are they just living in my head now, or did they decide to mess with me?"
Then, he remembered the words "Can… Can…" right before he was sent here.
"Oh man, this is getting weird."
Still, he reasoned that doing a little hero work was better than doing nothing.
Just as he thought that, a nearby bank was being held hostage and looted.
Ben quickly got up from his chair—he had been sitting in a café—and ran outside. He ducked into an alley, smacked the Omnitrix, and transformed into Spider Monkey.
Now with four arms, sticky webs, and monkey agility, he leaped into action.
A blue monkey with four arms and wide green eyes landed right in front of the robbers.
They froze.
One of them gulped. "Who… who the heck are you?"
Ben grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"I am your friendly neighborhood—"
He stopped.
His grin vanished.
His brain short-circuited.
…Wait.
Wrong universe.
His eye twitched.
"—Wait. Wrong franchise. Scratch that. I'm just Spider Monkey."
The robbers stared.
One of them blinked. "…You good, dude?"
Ben sighed. "Look, man, I had a cool intro planned, but then I remembered copyright law. So let's just wrap this up—literally."
Before they could even react—
SPLAT!
Sticky blue webbing shot out, trapping them instantly.
The police sirens blared in the distance.
Ben dusted off his hands. "And that's my cue to leave."
With a smirk, he swung out of there.
Moments later, Videl arrived at the scene.
She stared at the robbers, who were trapped in a thick, spider-like web.
Turning to the police, she asked, "What happened here?"
One officer replied, "Some kind of blue monkey with four hands stopped them."
Videl frowned. "Did it say anything?"
The officer nodded. "Yeah, it said its name was Spider Monkey."
Videl narrowed her eyes. "Who is this weirdo?"
And that's when—
A voice suddenly spoke in her mind.
"Hey! Who are you calling a weirdo? Your dad is the real weirdo—taking credit for defeating Cell!"
Videl shuddered.
The voice sounded offended.
And when it spoke about her dad, it was sarcastic.
Like whoever it was already knew the truth.
Yet… she had no confirmation.
But deep down, she had always wondered.
For the next few days, news reports flooded in about mysterious creatures helping the city.
Some called them monsters. Others called them heroes.
Either way—crime rates were dropping.
A gang of criminals stormed through the city in a military tank.
People screamed. Cars swerved. Sirens blared.
Then—
BOOM!
A rocket shot straight at a red, four-armed giant standing in the middle of the street.
The figure didn't flinch.
Instead—
He caught the rocket with one hand.
Then crushed it like a wafer.
The criminals froze.
"...Uh-oh."
Before they could react, Four Arms ripped open the tank's hatch and tossed them out like ragdolls.
Just as Four Arms was about to leave, a figure landed in front of him.
A man in a ridiculous green jumpsuit, red cape, and a bulky helmet.
And Videl arrived to the scene.
He struck a dramatic pose.
"Halt, evildoer! You have been stopped by the GREAT SAYAMANN!"
Four Arms blinked.
Videl sighed.
Sayamann cleared his throat. "Uh, wait. You're not an evildoer. Sorry, force of habit. Who are you? Are you with those… creatures that have been helping the city?"
Four Arms crossed two of his arms while flexing the other two.
"I'm Fourarms. And yeah, I'm with them."
Sayamann tilted his head. "Fourarms? That's a… weird name."
Fourarms smirked.
"Well, at least my name actually justifies my appearance. But what does 'Great Sayamann' even mean? Your name sounds like something out of Dragon Ball."
Sayamann froze.
A wave of embarrassment hit him like a truck.
Videl coughed to hide her laugh.
Trying to recover, Sayamann quickly asked, "Is this your true appearance?"
The second he started speaking, a voice in his head SCREAMED—
"STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF!"
But Gohan ignored it.
He kept talking.
Four Arms smirked and crossed all four arms.
"Of course, this is my true appearance. Unlike you, I don't need to hide behind some ridiculous outfit and a helmet."
Sayamann flinched.
Four Arms leaned forward.
"I mean, seriously, even a kid could design a better helmet."
Somewhere at Capsule Corp…
Bulma sneezed.
She paused, rubbing her nose. "Weird. Someone must be talking about my fashion sense."
Then—
A voice, calm and judgmental, echoed in her mind.
"You call that fashion sense? You designed that ridiculous helmet for Gohan."
Bulma frowned. "I have fashion sense."
"Yeah. Old fashion sense. Just like you."
She blinked. Stared at the wall. Considered whether she was actually hearing things or just tired.
A wrench, sensing the tension in the room, slid off the table, hoping to escape unnoticed.
She took a deep breath. "Okay. First of all—"
"Mom, who are you talking to?"
Trunks walked in, mid-bite into a sandwich. He looked at her, then at the wrench on the floor, then back at her.
Bulma crossed her arms. "Apparently, my own subconscious has decided to start insulting me."
Trunks chewed slowly, nodding. "Makes sense."
There was a long silence.
Bulma sighed. "Do you think the helmet was that bad?"
Trunks took another bite, contemplating. "It was a choice."
The coffee machine beeped.
Bulma turned. A fresh cup of coffee sat in the dispenser. The foam on top read: "Helmet."
She squinted at it.
The coffee stared back.
Trunks glanced at it, then at her.
"…So, uh. You okay?"
Bulma exhaled. "No."
Trunks nodded. "Cool. Anyway, I'm taking the hovercar."
The wrench finally hit the floor.
Back with sayamann
Sayamann felt his soul leave his body.
Videl straight-up laughed.
And in the back of his mind, the voice returned, but quieter this time—
"I told you so."
Gohan groaned "yeah you told me so"
21/3/2025