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Brawl in the Family	By : Jayrich Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 26330 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ben 10 series or the characters that appear in said series, and I'm not making any money off of this.

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(Author's Notes:
@GhostwriterMO - Yeah, I'm not a fan of them getting together, either. To me Ben's best relationships are those he's had with aliens,
@Sarah - Sorry, not my forte.)
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Brawl in the Family II

“Hrmmph…nothing.”
Ben only felt his frustration grow as he stealthily scanned another entrance location to Plumber Headquarters. High in the air above Bellwood as Big Chill, he could get a full view of anything going on in the town; and his alien hue allowed him to blend into the night sky. Yet still he saw no sign of Incursean activity. Flying over to the final location, a local library, Big Chill phased through a wall which had the secret entrance on the other side. But upon setting his eyes on the scenery…
“And again…nothing.” He said, before activating his Plumber communicator. “I’ve checked every secret Headquarter entrance in town, and none of them look like they’ve been tampered with.”
“I’m not reading any strange activity here, either.” Rook said on the other end. “Perhaps she is just trying to pull sheep over your eyes.”
“It’s wool,” Ben said, correcting him, “And I don’t think so. Attea may be deceitful, but she never bluffs about her troops.”
“I will continue to remain at Plumber Headquarters just in case.” He informed Ben. “You should go and enjoy your holiday.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Big Chill said as he took off into the sky. “Want me to save you a doggy bag?”
There was a brief pause on the other side of the line. “You…are not having chili fries, are you?”
The Necrofriggian laughed about Rook’s hatred of the delicacy, but that laughter would come to an abrupt end as a familiar sound would cross his ears. It was one he had learned to dread ever since he was 10 years old…the Omnitrix was out of power.
“Oh no, no-no-no-NOOOOO!!!”
In a flash, he was transformed back into his human form, and sent plummeting. The angle of his fall would work in his favor though, as he ended up crashing into a tree in front of his house. A moment later, he would fall out of that and land butt first on the front lawn.
“Ben, sir, is everything alright!?” Rook asked on the end of the line. “Is it Attea?”
Ben took a moment to pick himself up and brush himself off before answering. “Not unless she’s employing an army of trees. I’ll call you back if anything changes.” Shaking the remainder of leaves & twigs off of himself, he walked over to the front door, only to have it open just moments before he grabbed the handle.
“There you are, Ben!” It was his mother standing in the doorway. “Where have you been?”
“Sorry, mom. Just…ran out to…see if I could get some more healthy food.” He said, coming up with a quick alibi. “It’s like you say, just because it’s Thanksgiving doesn’t mean we don’t have to pig out.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.” She said, bringing him inside. “But you didn’t have to go through the trouble; I already made four casseroles that’ll more than make up for our Turkey.”
“Looks like I’ll need these after all.” Kevin said as he grabbed his bag of chips from Gwen.
“Oh, that reminds me. I need to check on the stuffing!” Sandra said, rushing back into the kitchen as the elder male Tennysons reentered the room.
“Son, you’re just in time!” Frank said. “The game’s about to come on!”
“Hey, there’s an idea.” Max chimed in. “Maybe I can whip up some of my famous Black Bean Pickle Dip.”
Kevin was hesitant to open the bag after hearing that. “On second thought…maybe I should just wait until dinner’s ready.”
“Yeah, that’s OK guys.” Ben said. “I think I’ll just head upstairs and watch some Sumo—GAHH!!!”
It was a flash in his eye, but it caught his attention just enough. Attea, again on his front lawn. “Sumo Gah!? The stuff that’s on TV these days.” Frank commented.
“Uh, yeah! Crazy stuff.” Ben agreed as he inched towards the door. “You know, I’m just gonna go outside real quick and check the mail.”
And again, before they could question why, Ben quickly slipped out the front door, shutting it behind him and leaving the Tennyson men confused. “Wait, the mail doesn’t run on Thanksgiving.” Kevin noted.
Outside, Ben quickly spotted Attea and grabbed her by her shoulders, leading her away from the house. “What do you think you’re doing!?” He whispered.
“Just thought I check up on ya.” She said, swatting his arms away.
“I thought you said you’d give me an hour?”
“What can I say?” She replied with a shrug. “Royalty has a hard time bein’ patient. Besides, I wanted ta tell ya in person that ya partner ain’t gonna find my presents.”
“I…have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ben said, feigning dumb.
She smirked at that comment as she playfully ran her finger under his chin. “You’re kinda cute when you’re lying. But ya ain’t an expert like me!” Pulling out an advanced tablet from her coat, she showed Ben the screen, which in turn showed images of Incursean devices strapped to pillars of the Plumber Headquarters; all of them with a countdown timer activated.
“Oh great, this is real.” He lamented.
“As real as it gets!” She told him. “But you can prevent a real messy situation by just giving me what I want, Ben!”
“True…” Ben agreed as he took a step back. “…or I could do THIS!”
With surprising quickness, the Omnitrix wielder spun around and connected on a leg sweep that swept the Princess off her feet; literally as she fell to the ground. She wouldn’t stay there for long though, as her amphibian-like agility helped her back to her feet. “Da hell did that come from!?”
“Been training with my cousin, Gwen.” He boasted. “Or did you think I was only dangerous as an alien?”
“Cocky, it’s one of the things I like about ya!” She admitted, before lashing her tongue out and using it to hook Ben’s leg, sending him to the ground. “But ya ain’t that good!”
Ben was slow to get up as he shook the cobwebs out. “Yeah, you’re right…but then I know who is…”
Adjusting his Omnitrix, he slammed down on the face and commenced his metamorphosis from average human to the gleaming, sharpshooting Petrosapien…
“…DIAMONDHEAD!”
Immediately he unleashed a torrent of crystal shards at the Incursean Princess, who used all the agility she could muster to avoid his shots. The shards embedded themselves in the lawns, pavement and the street, but all missed their desired target. After dodging the onslaught, Attea went on the offensive with a swift kick to the face that sent Ben reeling. She went to follow up with a spinning kick, but Diamondhead recovered quickly and blocked the shot. He then grabbed her leg and swung her towards a nearby tree, where she crashed into its branches. She felt undignified as she struggled to break free, eventually snapping enough branches where she felt out of the tree, landing on her feet.
“Ya really wanna do this the hard way!?” She growled. “You could at least let me tumble around with Bullfrag if you’re gonna change.”
“You wanna tumble? Fine.” Ben said, slamming down on the Omnitrix logo on his belt. And in a flash of light, he morphed from one of his vintage heroes to another; the Tetramand powerhouse, Four Arms. “Let’s rumble!”
“Ugh!” Attea responded. “Ya tryin’ ta gross me out with that dainty princess’ wet dream? Gimme ya best shot!
Ben obliged her as he charged forward with a haymaker easily dodged by Attea. She flipped over the charging Tetramand, tagging him with a kick to the back of his head before landing. Ben was dazed, but not enough that he couldn’t see a second attack coming in the form of a flying kick. Grabbing her by the ankle, he summoned all of his strength to fling her up into the night sky.
Brushing his hands off, he congratulated himself on the quick victory before noticing something on his elbow…Attea’s tongue. “EW! What is it with her and—uh oh.”
It was all the time he had to react, as he spotted her figure rocketing back towards him. She made impact, knees to his chest as he was send flying backwards, landing in the middle of the street. The blow was enough to jar him from his alien form, and in another flash he was human again.
“Come on, Tennyson!” She told him. “I know ya tougher ‘n that! What ya holdin’ back for!?”
Ben remained quiet, but Attea got her answer as she saw him staring back at his house; where remarkably no one had stepped out to see what the commotion was. “Oh I get it, protectin’ the family.”
“If you even—!”
“Can the tough talk, I’m not gonna touch ‘em.” She interrupted. “But maybe, I should be touchin’ you.”
“What are you talking about?” Ben asked.
“I’m talkin’ about your secret weapon rubbin’ against my ass!”
She accentuated it by seductively rubbing her backside against his boner. Instinctively Ben wanted to toss her off of him, but she had him pinned, and exhaustion began to wear in. Her tight pants made it all the more easier to feel his erection in between her ass cheeks, and she knew it. Grinning deviously, she slowly unbuttoned her jacket and opened it up, revealing nothing but her perky jade breasts. Ben was in a state of disbelief over this, and it would only escalate.
“Like I said Tennyson, we ain’t gotta fight.” She repeated. “There are…other things I would MUCH rather do with you…”
And she showcased one of them by wrapping her emerald lips around his. Immediately he felt her tongue invading his mouth, and it was almost like it had a mind of its own. French kissing was nothing new to Ben, but her tongue sought to have its way with his…and he enjoyed it. And just as suddenly as it happened, it ended as Attea pulled away, whipping her tongue back into her mouth. She then grabbed Ben’s wrists and placed his hands on her breasts.
“Feel these?” She asked knowingly. “They could be all yours if you just give in. Remember dat, Ben…ya got 45 minutes!”
And with that, she swatted his hands away and flipped off of him, landing in her mobile wheel vehicle and peeling off down the road. Ben remained on his back for a minute, not only to process what he just experienced with Attea, but also to let his erection die down so no humiliating questions would be asked inside the house. The minute passed and he slowly rose up from the street before making his way back to his house. Opening the front door, he was greeted to a chorus of uproarious cheers…for the game on TV as the home team scored. The male Tennysons sat huddled around the TV, all of them entranced over the game.
“Hey Ben, saved you a spot!” His Dad said.
“Thanks, but I’m good.” Ben replied. “Think I’m gonna go upstairs and freshen up for dinner.”
The post-fight activity was still fresh in his mind as he ascended the stairs. He could smell the food coming from the kitchen, and knew his mother was just about done with the feast. Reaching the top of the stairs, he strolled down the hallway towards the bathroom, intending to wash up right before he dug into Thanksgiving dinner. As he opened the door however, he bore witness to an unexpected sight.
“Ah, Kevin!”
He saw them no more than a few feet away; Gwen leaning over the bathroom sink with her skirt hiked up, and Kevin drilling her from behind with his jeans & boxers down to his knees. Both of them were sweaty and looked like they had been going at it for a good while, but immediately stopped once they noticed they had an audience. Gwen’s face turned as red as Aunt Verdona’s Cranberry sauce, and all three remained perfectly silent. After a moment, Ben slowly backed out and closed the door, making sure it was completely shut.
It was like trading one problem for another for Ben; the image of Attea groping him in the middle of the street was now long gone, replaced with the image of his cousin and friend’s sexual escapade in his bathroom. It was one that gave him a faraway look in his eye as he descended the steps he ventured up just a minute ago. And when he reached the bottom, he spotted his mother passing.
“Dinner’s just about done, Ben.” She told him. “Could you go tell Gwen & Kevin to get ready?”
“They’re…gonna be a while…” He replied, keeping their secret.
Sandra turned to him as he said it, and noticed the look on his face. “You OK, honey? You look pale! Don’t worry, we’ll get some good food in you!”
She patted him on the head before heading back into the kitchen as Ben walked towards the living room. It was now empty as most of the Tennyson men had headed into the dining room, picking their spots to sit for the feast. It allowed Ben to be by himself as he plopped on the couch and quickly turned it to the Sumo Slammers Thanksgiving Special, in hopes that his favorite show would drown the thoughts of what he just witnessed. Unfortunately a reminder of it would appear, in the form of Kevin sitting across from him.
“Hey…buddy…” He said warily, the mood still awkward.
“Heh…” Ben replied, trying his best not to make eye contact.
Silence then reigned between the two as they both sat their uncomfortably, until Kevin finally addressed the issue. “OK, I know what you saw up there, and I just—!”
“Dude, it’s OK.” Ben interrupted.
“Look, it’s not like we do that all the—!”
“Can we NOT talk about that!?” Ben barked, which caught Kevin off guard.
“…OK…” He agreed. ”You wanna talk about what’s bugging you, then?”
Ben sighed as he put his head in his hands. “I’m sorry, it’s just…look…it’s Attea.”
“Yeah? What about that toad?” Kevin asked.
“She came over earlier, and gave me an offer to rule her kingdom by her side.”
“And you shoved that offer back in her wart-covered face.” Kevin finished for him. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that she’s blackmailing me.” Ben revealed. “She’s got bombs placed at Plumber HQ by her Incursean agents. They’re wired to blow in 40 minutes. Not to mention when I tried to stop her, she pinned me down…among other things.”
“Are you kidding me?” Kevin responded. “Then what are we sitting around here for? Let’s—!”
“It’s not that easy.” Ben interrupted. “I already fought her, and she beat me. I just gotta find the right alien to use so—!”
“Seriously!?” Kevin said, cutting him off. “She’s threatening to blow up Plumber HQ and you’re worried about using the right alien to take her down? What’s with you!?”
“What’s with me!?” Ben stood up from the couch and walked over to the dining room entrance, motioning Kevin to follow him. The Osmosian followed suit as Ben pointed towards the scene around the dining room table; the Tennyson family smiling, laughing and being happy.
“Yeah, so?” Kevin replied. “It’s a Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen this?” Ben began. “7 years. 7 years since the Tennyson family sat down like a normal family for Thanksgiving Dinner. Ever since the Omnitrix latched onto my arm, every family holiday has ended with either a battle to the death or a worldwide invasion. For 7 years all of my Thanksgivings have ended with me talking to Plumber Agents, describing how I had to use the sweet potato pie as self-defense. Last Thanksgiving, the Vreedle family almost transported my family to the Null Void!”
Kevin remembered it well. “Oh yeah, Ma Vreedle did have some good stuffing.”
“But look at them now.” Ben said, bringing attention back to his family. “For the first time in years the main topic of discussion isn’t about aliens, despite my grandmother being one. Look at my Aunt Natalie, she hates being around me just because of the Omnitrix, and she’s actually smiling now. I just have to find the right alien to capture Attea, so she can’t set off the explosives; and do it quietly so no one will know.”
He sighed again, trying to let go of his frustration. “I know it’s crazy, but I just—!”
“I understand.”
Ben was caught off guard by that statement. “…you do?”
“Dude, I spent years away from my Mom in the Null Void.” He reminded him. “If anyone knows anything about wanting normalcy, it’s me.”
Ben nodded in agreement. “I just wish I could shut her down, without having her flirt with me at every opening.”
“She’s still crazy about Bullfrag?” Kevin asked.
Ben nodded. “And now I think she’s starting to like human me. I now know more about her tongue than I cared to.”
“In that case, you could just take care of her.” Kevin suggested.
“That’s the problem. I’m trying to figure out which—!”
Kevin put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and looked at him with a devious grin. “Dude, I mean take care of her.”
It took a moment for Ben to realize just what his Osmosian friend meant, but eventually it hit him. “Wait, what!? Are you crazy!?”
“Hey, she’s always had a crush on Bullfrag.” Kevin said. “And she’s not opposed to you, either.”
“That has got to be the—!”
“Ben, Kevin! There you are!”
Their conversation was cut short as Verdona spotted the two and walked over. “You’re just in time, Gwen saved you two seats.”
The two spotted the spectacled genius sitting on one side of the dining room table, with two empty chairs on each side of her. They took their seats just as the turkey was brought into the room, which brought forth cheers from fellow family members. As Max proceeded with the carving duties, Ben looked around the table at each member of his family present. It was satisfying to see them getting along and being happy, and not huddled in a room for safety as he fought Vilgax on the front lawn. It felt normal, which was all he wanted.
The dinner went off without a hitch, as everyone got their fill of the main course, side dishes and even dessert. There were moments of discomfort, such as Verdona inquiring further about Gwen & Kevin’s relationship, and Natalie & Vera politely arguing over who would be more successful between Gwen and Clyde. The table, which was once decorated like a scene out of a furniture store catalog, now had the look of a hurricane blowing through. Bones, stuffing and tracings of icing and pie were strewn everywhere, leaving clean up to be a daunting task for both Sandra & Frank. But the meal was good, and the family was happy, and that was all that mattered.
“Great turkey, Mom.” Ben complimented. “You really outdid yourself this year.”
“Thank you, honey.” She replied. “Although I’m gonna have to double my workouts to burn all of this off.”
“Ooh, that reminds me!” Vera chimed in. “I saw this delightful new invention on TV you might be interested in…”
As Ben’s mother and great-aunt talked over exercise equipment, Ben leaned back in his chair, still relishing the meal he finished. The worry of Attea’s threat was nearly gone from his mind…but it would return quickly as he sensed movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards the dining room window, his fear was confirmed as he spotted the Princess in a nearby tree; her grin almost mocking him. He didn’t intend on letting her stay there though, as he pushed himself away from the table.
“Frog Princess?” Kevin asked beneath his breath, to which Ben nodded. “Need help?”
He grabbed a spoon off the table and absorbed its traits, turning his hand and forearm into solid steel. But Ben shook his head. “No, I’ll handle this. Just cover for me.”
Kevin nodded as Ben jumped up from the table and rushed out of the room, to the surprise of several others. “Where’s Ben off to in such a hurry?”
“He hit the can.” Kevin answered, not missing a beat. “I think the stuffing didn’t agree with him.”
Meanwhile, the Incursean Princess waited atop a light post on the corner, scanning Ben’s house for any sign of him exiting. “Huh, it doesn’t look like Monkey Face wants to leave. Maybe I should—GUHH!!!”
It hit her like a hurricane gust, knocking her off of the lamp post and carrying her several blocks away in the blink of an eye. Before she knew it, she found herself in the middle of a high school Soccer Field, and across from her stood the reason she was transported there so quickly; Ben as XLR-8.
“Decided to go for the streamline look?” Attea commented. “Still not near as sexy as Bullfrag.”
“Deal with it.” XLR-8 told her. “I took you here so I won’t have to hold back. I’m stopping you and saving Plumber Headquarters.”
The Incursean Princess laughed at that threat. “Ya think it’s gonna be that easy, huh? Then come get it!”
Ben complied, and used his speed to zigzag his way towards her. Her agility allowed her to avoid his initial attack, but only barely. As she landed, she opted for a ranged attack instead of hand to hand, whipping out her Incursean Blaster and opening fire. Ben effortlessly outran her shots, running circles around the Princess until spotting an opening and tackling her. They tumbled against the ground for several yards, before coming to a stop right in front of the stands. They both rose up, with Ben having Attea locked in a Full Nelson.
“Give it up!” He warned. “You’re outclassed and there’s no way you’re breaking…”
A familiar sound of failure interrupted XLR-8, and a flash of light followed, quickly morphing him back to Ben.
“…Free?”
His change didn’t go unnoticed by Attea, but instead of breaking free of his hold, she decided to tease him. “I don’t get you, Tennyson.” She told him. “You seem like a smart guy, so you should recognize a good thing in front of ya.”
She elaborated on that statement by grinding her backside against Ben, who started to develop a bulge like before. “Oh no, I’m not—!” He tried to break away from her, but she grabbed his wrists and put his hands up to her perky bosom, much like before.
“And I’m da best thing you can get.” She continued. “Just think about it, Ben; you could stay on this miserable planet bustin’ ya ass for nothin’…or you can rule an Intergalactic Empire, and get the best ass in the galaxy.”
She went the extra mile and unleashed her tongue, showing incredible control as it brushed against Ben’s cheek. It was enough to weaken Ben’s defenses as he began to grind against her backside as well as grope her luscious breasts. And it was exactly what Attea wanted. Taking a step forward, she quickly spun around and planted both feet into Ben’s chest, sending him flying and crashing into the bleacher section.
“HA! Ya gotta work harder if you want all’a this!” She teased. “30 minutes, Ben. Time’s runnin’ out!”
A moment later, her rolling wheel would skid to a stop behind her, allowing the Princess to hop in and peel off; leaving Earth’s hero bruised in both his body and his pride.
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