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Albedo's DNA XXX-Change	By : Vlard Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 15765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Albedo's DNA XXX-Change
- 1
"So you mind telling me why you went through the trouble of breaking out of your jailcell just to nerd out in Blukic and Driba's lab? You are aware of how breakouts work, aren't you Albedo?"
    Albedo cursed under his breath at the sound of Ben Tennyson's inane banter. He was just seconds away from bypassing the restrictions Azmuth had installed into his Ultimatrix, and now he had to deal with this idiot. He would've fixed it minutes ago if he wasn't blighted with Ben's fat, cumbersome, adolescent human fingers. They could barely manipulate the fine Galvan pieces and buttons inside the device.
    "So how about you just step away from that workbench, and-"
    "Now hold on a minute, my dear boy. Aren't you going to introduce me to...I'm going to guess this is another one of your relatives, correct?"
    Now that voice, Albedo did not recognize. He looked up from the workbench and his work on the Ultimatrix, and saw some sort of small, green, gooey, blob attached to Ben's Omnitrix. A Slimebiote, if he wasn't mistaken.
    Ben glared down at the Slimbiote. "Okay, one: there's no relation between us, two: what's the point of introducing you to the guy whose butt's about to be kicked, and three: didn't we have a discussion about you interrupting my trash-talking?"
    "I remember us having a very thorough conversation about manners briefly afterward." The Slimebiote replied audaciously.
    "Having trouble handling your parasite, Tennyson?" Albedo remarked.
    The Slimbiote furrowed its gelatinous brow. "Parasite? Me?" It spat furiously "Now see here you impudent brat, the relationship I have forged with young Benjamin here is much deeper than that of a simple parasite. He and I share a strong symbiotic bond. We're partners; practically kin."
    "His words, not mine." Ben clarified quickly.
    "I see," Albedo said as he replaced the faceplate on his Ultimatrix. While he wasn't able to unlock his Ultimate forms, or regain his original Galvin form, he was able to reactivate its basic DNA integration function. With a simple press of a button and a red burst of light, Albeedo swiftly transformed from a small ten-year-old human boy, to a towering muscle-bound Vaxasaurian.
    "Well since you two are so close," Albedo continued as he lifted his giant foot over Ben's head. "You can share a coffin after I'm done grinding you both into pulp."
Albedo stamped the floor with enough force to make the entire lab quake, but he wasn't fast enough to trample Ben before he darted out from underneath it. The so-called-hero ducked, weaved, and fled across the lab, barley evading Albedo's massive fists each time they struck.
"Yet another Omnitrix wielder?" The slimbiote remarked "You know, for someone who's reputed for being a anti-social recluse, that Azmuth fellow sure loves to share his technological secrets."
"Azmuth might have invented the Omnitrix, but it was my own genius that improved it," Albedo said as he hurled his workbench at Ben. "My ingenuity brought it to a level of perfection he was too stubborn to realize."
"And yet, I still manage to beat you with my 'inferior' Omnitrix every time we meet." Ben quiped. He dropped to the floor and slid underneath the flying bench while it shattered against the wall behind him.
"That doesn't mean anything!" Albedo snapped. "Your ‘victories’ have been nothing more than dumb luck."
"I know," Ben agreed while he opened his own wrist-bound Omnitrix and shuffled through his collection of alien DNA samples. "I'm lucky that you're too dumb to make an Omnitrix knock-off that can work properly."
But like the pot to his kettle, the idiot slapped his hand hard over the dial of his Omnitrix, ensuring whatever alien he had selected would be ignored in favor of whatever random DNA sample the device choose to process. Sure enough, in a brief flash of green light, he had shrunk into the form of a round, blue, bipedal, cartoonish fish wrapped in a green bandolier brandishing a button the Omnitrix's hourglass symbol.
"WALKATROUT?" Ben exclaimed, both disappointed and horrified at the sight of his own useless transformation.
"How fortunate for me," Albedo said as he moved to squish Ben underfoot. "Your luck finally ran out."
Albedo didn't have a chance to realize the big mistake he had made until the split second when his foot touched his slimy skin. Before he could catch himself, his foot slipped off Ben, and his entire body fell like a giant redwood tree. As he crashed on the ground with a loud earth trembling thud, he did so ontop of the bandolier that housed his own Ultimatrix badge, inadvertently reverting himself back to his horrid human form in another red flash of light.
"See? Just like I said," Ben said. With several beeps and another burst of green light, his Omnitrix timed out, and left him towering over Albedo in his own human form. He grabbed the Psuedo-Galvan by the back of his shirt collar, and plucked him off the floor so he could stare him in his face. "I'm lucky you're so dumb."
Albedo wasn't usually so transparent with his own feelings, but in this immature body, he was an emotional timebomb. Coming from such an underdeveloped species, such petty insults normally wouldn't phase him. However, as he was, they made him so angry, his small body trembled, and his head began to hurt while it slowly began to match the color of his crimson eyes.
"Take that back you big…dumb...stupid..." Albedo tried to come up with a good comeback to throw at Ben, but he was too furious to think of one. He was so frustrated with Ben and himself, tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Aw...looks like somebody's a little cranky," Ben taunted. "How about you agree to go back to your cell quietly, and I promise not to tell everyone how you almost wet yourself."
Albedo's anger skyrocketed past his breaking point. Without thinking, he yelled and threw a punch at his doppleganger's face. Ben was quick to block Albedo's fist with his wrist; but as he did so, he allowed the faceplates of the Omnitrix and the Ultimatrix to touch. The two devices locked together like two over affectionate lovers, and green and red lightning lashed out from between them.
"Albedo, you idiot," Ben shook his arm spastically while he pulled at Albedo's collar in a desperate attempt to get the both of them unstuck. "You realize what you just did?"
"Ben, do you mind telling me what's happening?" The Slimbiote asked nervously. It deftly moved its body back and forth as it dodged the colorful lightning storm. "My head hurts, and it feels like I'm about to vomit."
"Albedo, locked our Omnitrixes together," Ben explained through gritted teeth. "And if we don't get unstuck, the feedback is going to tear the universe a new one."
The slimebiote's tiny eyes dialated in fear. "WHAT? No! I can't expire now. There's still plenty of DNA I’ve yet to enjoy." He turned to look at Albedo with deadly ire. "If I die here, I'll make sure my ghost won't let your ghost hear the end of it."
Instead of being frightened at the potential death of the universe unfolding before his very eyes, he found himself struggling to comprehend that he was the one who caused it. "No, I didn't...mean,,,it wasn't my fault." But when his eyes met Ben's, he felt his rage boil over once more. "It's YOUR fault! You and Azmuth; If he had put his ego aside and took that Omnitrix away from you when he had the chance, I wouldn't be stuck in your wretched body, and-"
"Oh my god," Ben interrupted. "We literally don't have time for this, you dumb idiot."
"I. AM. NOT. AN IDIOT!"
As if reacting to his outburst, both of the Omnitrixies sent a massive wave of feedback into Albedo. His body flew into a convulsive fit, the hairs on his arms, legs, and head stood up on end, and his skin tingled as the wave painfully coursed through him. This wasn't just bad; it was astronomically catastrophic. The last time this happened, not only was he stuck looking like Ben, but his skin turned pale, his eyes changed from green to red, and his hair became completely white. As he felt the wave warping his already-warped body, he couldn't even begin to imagine what horrible change would occur this time.
The pain only lasted for several seconds before the Omnitrixies fired another feedback wave that violently tore Ben and Albedo apart from each other, and hurled them each towards an opposite corner on either side the lab.
Shortly after being thrown on top of a lab table, and almost burning himself with a loose vial of boric acid that came very close to landing on his face, Albedo somehow found the strength to get back up on his feet. He didn't see any readily available mirror or reflective surface he could use to see what the feedback wave had turned him into, but after discovering he stood taller than 3 1/2 feet, he easily deduced that he wasn't a kid version of Ben anymore. He might have still been stuck looking like him, but at least now, he could be taken somewhat seriously.
Across the lab, Albedo spied the real Ben, unconscious and stuck underneath a fallen bookcase. This was fortunate; now he could escape the Plumber base unimpeded.
Still somewhat disoriented from the blast, Albedo slowly stumbled his way over to the teleporter he had found when he first entered the lab. On the machine's console, punched in the coordinates to a safe house/lab he had built on a distant secluded planetoid, set the teleporter on a five second delay, and hurried to get himself in front of the teleporter.
The device shot him with a green beam of light, and with a blinding flash of light, his particles instantly disassembled and reassembled at his destination. The entire process was supposed to be painless and seamless, but it left Albedo’s stomach feeling rather nauseous and his skin tingling so bad, it felt like it was trying to crawl off his bones. Otherwise, the transfer was successful: He had been moved from the Plumber lab, to his planetoid.
But something was wrong; all of the lights in the safehouse should have turned on the second Albedo materialized inside, but they all stayed dark, save for a solitary light coming out from underneath a door in front of him. A robbery perhaps? No, impossible; he was the only one in the universe who knew this safehouse even existed. And even if someone had managed to stumble upon it, there were countless security protocols that would ensure they wouldn’t live to take a second step inside.
But that still didn’t change the fact that somehow, somebody managed to enter the safehouse – no doubt getting their grubby hands all over his instruments – and they needed to be dealt with, immediately. Eager to vent his residual frustration, Albedo balanced himself on one leg, and kicked the door.
As the door flew open, Albedo expected to see Ben, an army of Plumbers, or even the “great” Azmuth himself look up from whatever chaos they were brewing inside his lab. The last thing he expected was to stumble into a small, quaint, candlelit stone cottage occupied by a large male Transylian tucking his small daughter into bed.
The door continued to open until it smacked the wall, and the family of half-humanoid, half-mechanoid aliens swung their heads in Albedo’s direction. Their eerie purple gazes met his with a mutual look of shock and confusion as to what exactly was going on. The pale green color drained from their faces as they twisted in pure terror. Hanging in the short distance separating Albedo from the two Transylians was a thick invisible layer of tension threatening to break the second someone in the room made a sudden move. And when it did, the father Transylian would be on top of Albedo before he could lay a hand on the Ultimatrix, and tear him limb from limb.
Going as painstakingly slow as possible, Albedo gradually withdrew back into the hall of his safehouse, making sure not to turn his back on the startled Transylians. But before he could even finish his first step, his foot landed on something soft in the dark corridor, he lost his balance, and fell flat on his butt.
And then, the tension was broken.
“KILL IT,” The little girl screeched at the top of her lungs.
The girl’s screams were still ringing in Albedo’s ears when a massive blast of purple electricity from her father tore through the doorway, and threw him outside of his…
No…no, this isn’t my safehouse; he realized with dread as he watched himself shoot out the back of the Transylian’s walk-in closet, out of his cottage, and high into the purple night sky of what he deduced to be none other than Anur Transyl; the planet of xenophobic monsters.
Before Albedo could even begin to think of way out of the mess he found himself in, gravity reclaimed him hard on the streets below; right in the middle of an unsuspecting crowd of miscellaneous species from across the Anur system. The moment he plopped on the ground, they all gave him the same purple-eyed look of absolute horror the Transylian father and daughter gave him.
“Oh my god, she’s hideous!” Whimpered a Loboan cowering in the mass of Anur Transyian folk.
“Somebody kill it!” A Thep Khufan woman pleaded as she wrapped a small infant to her breast with her gauze. “Don’t let her eat my baby!”
“Quick, cut off her arms so she can’t crawl down our throats!” An Ectonurite warned through all four of its mouths.
As if by magic, pitchforks and torches started to appear in the hands of the mob slowly growing to surround Albedo. “Back off,” he said as he hovered his hand over the Ultimatrix. “I’m not afraid to use…use…”
Albedo’s words were caught in his throat as his hand brushed against something warm and sticky on the Ultimatrix. He really didn’t want to look down and see what it was, especially while he was staring down an angry mob on the verge of lacerating him at a moment’s notice, but he ended up doing so anyway, and saw…
“THE SLIMBIOTE?!?”
The mob charged forward, shouting curses and death threats as their torches lit up the dark shantytown of Anur Transyl while the hunted Albedo. Running faster than he ever had in his entire life – which wasn’t saying much since, as a scholar, he didn’t really get that much exercise – the mixed-up Galvan pushed the Slimebiote aside, and shuffled through the Ultimatrix for an alien that could help him escape; a Kineceleran, an Aerophibian, hell, even a Talpaedan would do. But the Ultimatrix refused to even display any its DNA samples for him. Meanwhile, the Slimbiote hung unconcious off his hand like the disgusting glob of mucus it was; most likely knocked out from the Ultimatrix’s feedback wave.
Utterly powerless, Albedo pushed Ben’s wretched body past its limit to keep himself ahead of the mob, and a pitchfork threatening to dig its way through his back. All the while, wondering why his chest hurt so badly while he was sprinting. By his calculations, he must have run for seven minutes straight before he somehow managed to lose the angry villagers by ducking into an alley.
As the mob stampeded by like a runaway train of fire and rage, Albedo hid himself behind a pile of junk discarded in the alleyway. Dirty didn’t even begin to describe the stuff in the pile, and it was dripping a mysterious odorous substance, but it was better than being burned at the stake or whatever else the Anur Transylians planned to do with him.
As the last of the mob’s stragglers passed by the alley, Albedo finally allowed his hurting lungs to gulp down the huge amounts of air they demanded for running around so much. His feet ached, his throat was painfully dry, his heart was threatening to hammer down his ribcage, and above all else, he was very, very, very tired. He pulled a wet oozing trash bag out from the pile of junk with the intent of resting on it before he changed his mind, and wisely opted to lie down on the cold ground instead.
As Albedo thought over his pitiful predicament – being lost thousands of miles away from anywhere he could remotely call home, (no thanks to Blukic and Driba’s faulty teleporter) and stuck with a defective Ultimatrix attached to a comatose Slimebiote – he was just about to drift off to sleep when his mind thought back to when the villagers first cornered him. He remembered that for some reason, they all insisted on referring to him as a “she” or a “her”.
Why did they do that though? Was he so ugly by their own standards that they couldn’t decipher his gender? No; if that were the case they wouldn’t have all guessed that he was a female.
Albedo’s mind went further back in time to when the feedback wave attacked his body, and his mind conjured up a theory so vile, so horribly disturbing that it made his stomach turn again. He didn’t want to see, but he knew he had to know for sure what had happened to him.
Reluctantly, he got off the ground, pulled the most unshattered hand mirror he could find in the pile of junk, and almost fell over backward recoiling from the horrid visage he saw in it.
“No, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!”
He was back to being a sixteen-year-old version of Ben Tennyson, but the feedback wave had further mutated him by giving him soft pale skin, full eyelashes, a cute button nose, perfect cheek bones, and silky smooth hair tied into a ponytail. But the worst part of the mutation was that his chest and buttocks had become horribly swollen with fat.
It already was bad enough that he was stuck as another species. Now he was stuck as another gender.
“Over here! I can smell her lurking in the shadows!”
Albedo snapped himself out of his personal pity party. He recognized that voice; it belonged to that one Loboan in the crowd. The blood in his veins turned cold as he realized it would be a matter of time before the wolfman alien sniffed him out and led the mob back to him.
As odorous as it was, pile of garbage wasn’t going to hide his scent from a Loboan’s acute sense of smell. He probably could have constructed a crude teleporter out of whatever was in the junk heap, but that would’ve taken hours; and he only had five minutes before the villagers found him.
The best idea he could come up with was to build some sort of disguise; something that could hide his new …’feminine beauty’, and allow him to slip through the crowd undetected.
Albedo looked back down to the unconscious Slimbiote hanging off the back of his hand. He didn’t know much about the single-celled organism, but he did know that it had the ability to infuse its host with the DNA of anything it came in contact with. Albedo figured it could access the genetic samples locked inside the otherwise nullified Ultimatrix, and use them to create some sort of genetic mutation to compromise his beauty.
“Hey snotball,” Albedo said as quietly as he could while he smacked the unconscious parasite’s body. “Wake up and make yourself useful!”
But all Albedo was doing was swatting the Slimebiote’s unresponsive body back and forth like a cat’s toy. It stubbornly refused to wake up.
“Come on, you fool; Wake up!” Albedo started to pummel the tiny creature gooey body with his fist. “We haven’t much-“
“I think I heard something over there. Come on!”
Albedo could hear the mob’s thundering footsteps in the distance. He didn’t have much time before they found his hiding place and ripped him apart with their pitchforks.
Since the Slimbiote refuse to awaken and help him, the best idea Albedo could come up with to save himself was to stick the horrid thing to his face, and hope that the locals mistook it for a second head. He was well aware of how pathetic the plan was, but it was the best he could come up with given such dire circumstances.
Working quickly, Albedo seized the Slimebiote, and pushed it up the sleeve of his t-shirt. He tried to force it though the shirt’s armpit and through the collar, but the thing was so viscous, it slipped away from Albedo’s hand, fell down his chest, and poured into his newly developed tender cleavage. Albedo let out a startled cry as the creature’s warm sticky body rubbed against both his mounds. It sent a strange shiver through his entire body, and covered it in goosebumps.
Albedo quickly shook off the feeling, and regained his composure. He wasn’t about to let this new stupid body of his distract him and ruin his only chance for survival on this planet. After coming to his senses, he reached down the collar of his shirt to retrieve the slimbiote from the cradle of his breasts. But as soon as he touched it, the parasite slipped between his cleavage like oil, rolled down his stomach, and fell down his pants until it brushed against his newly blossomed sex.
An even louder cry leapt out of Albedo’s throat as a stronger pang of that oddly wonderful sensation rocked his body so hard, it made him start to shake. It was so powerful; it scrambled his hyperactive brain, and contorted his face into a small goofy smile. His breathing grew heavier as the warm pulsating slimbiote rubbed against his crease, making it drool insatiably.
Just as he was starting to lose himself to the stimulation, Albedo heard the sound of heavy footsteps nearing the alley. Snapping himself out of his disgusting delirium, he snatched the slimbiote out of his pants, - while doing his best to ignore the feeling of its slimy skin grazing over his genitals as he did so – fed it through his shirt, stuffed it up his collar, and stuck it to his face just in time for a tall burly Transylian to round the corner.
Everything about the alien’s appearance was monstrous: from his grizzled face topped with long black hair, his crooked underbite, his tattered clothes, the patchwork of mechanics that substituted random parts of his body, his personal aroma of oil and musk, and the extra two-and-a-half feet he had on Albedo’s five. He reminded Albedo of a rotting animatronic from the old exhibit in the great museum of Galvan Prime about human Neanderthals.
While the Transylian slowly lumbered through the alleyway, Albedo tried to look natural as buckets of sweat poured from his brow. He flashed him what he believed to be a girlish smile while nervously pushing and pulling the slimbiote to make sure it was secured to his cheek.
“Um…hi there mister, tee-hee.” Albedo said to the Transylian, doing what he believed to be his best impression of a girl. A difficult feat considering he hadn’t much experience with the fairer sex between studying at the Academy to succeed Azmuth as first thinker, and plotting to kill Ben. In fact, besides what he learned from the questionable testimonials of his peers, data logs on biology, and that one time he impersonated Ben to fool his cousin, the only real contact he had with a girl was the conversation he had with Azmuth’s assistant, Myraxx, about syncing the DNA samples for his own Omnitrix.
That one didn’t go very well.
“Um, if you’re looking for that…ugly alien girl, I think she ran off somewhere over there.” He pointed off in a random direction; smiling so hard, his dimples felt like they were going to pop off his face at any minute. ”If you hurry up, you might be able to catch him…I mean, her. You can catch her and do…whatever it is you, er WE do with people like that.”
The Transylian narrowed both its cybernetic and normal eyes at Albedo skeptically. “Lady, did you seriously think slapping a wad of your own snot on you face was a good disguise to fool people with?”
Ironically, Albedo found a burst of relief in relaxing his smile into a scowl. He should have been terrified that the Transylian had seen through his disguise, but instead, he was irate. “It was the best I could do, okay? I’d like to see you do…wait a minute, why aren’t you frightened by me?”
The Transylian shrugged “Sorry to disappoint you, but not everyone on Anur Transyl gets their panties in a twist whenever an offworlder shows up in the village square. I just came out here to see what was going around in my garbage.”
Albedo let out a sigh of relief as he pulled the Slimbiote off his face. “Well in that case, do us both a favor, and pretend you didn’t see me.” He said as he laid back down on the ally floor.
“You don’t honestly think you’ll be safe back here do you?” The Transylian asked. “If I managed to find you, you can bet that the mob hunting you down will too. Once they start hunting, they usually don’t stop until either they catch something, or when daybreak comes around. Whichever comes first.”
Albedo looked up into the night sky at Anur Transyl’s moon, Luna Lobo, wondering if had ever moved from its spot since last he looked at it. “This planet has a ‘daybreak’?”
“Nope; that’s a figure of speech around here.”
“Great,” Albedo groaned. “It doesn’t matter anyway; I’m more capable, and far more intelligent than that entire mob put together. And, once I fix my Ultimatrix, I’ll be more powerful as well.”
“And what happens if you can’t fix your Ultima-dohicky?” The Transylin asked.
“Don’t think because I look like this that I’m completely helpless. I’m a genius after all. I’ll…” It was midway through his sentence that Albedo realized he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do. Anur Transyl looked like it was just barely a level 2 tech planet, which meant it was going to be next to impossible to find the tools necessary to repair level 20 tech like the Ultimatrix, let alone something as complicated as a teleporter or even a simple blaster. And for all his superior intellect was worth, he didn’t know much about how to survive out on the streets of a backwater planet. “I’m sure I’ll think of something…”
“You know, if whatever you think of is anything like slapping a booger on your face and calling it a disguise, you’re not going to last for very long on your own, Lady.”
“My name is Albedo, you meat-headed brute.” Albedo snapped, furious with being referred to as female. “And since you seem to think you’re somehow smarter than a genius, tell me, what do you propose I do?”
“Well, I was going to invite you to hide out in my cottage until the mob gets tired, but since you seem pretty preoccupied with being a total bitch and all, I guess I’ll leave you alone to figure out how to turn your booger into a half-assed hood or something…”
Albedo could practically feel his ego shrivel into a raisin at the Transylian thoroughly putting him in his place. “Um…you wouldn’t really leave a poor girl to fend for herself in this scary dirty place, would you mister?” Albedo asked, once again calling upon his sketchy understanding of feminine charm.
The Transylian flashed him a crooked yellowed smile. “Call me Sven.”
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