cocky · impulsive · omnitrix · alien transformation · action adventure · family oriented · superhero · brash · ten year old · rivalry
The Rustbucket was washed in the deep gold of sunset. I was perched on a log, a molten marshmallow dangling from my bite, when Gwen's voice sliced through the calm, ordering me to handle the dishes. I grumbled a reply, shoved to my feet, and caught the familiar green glow of the Omnitrix on my wrist. All this hero work and where was the fun? Then the world exploded. A concussive boom tore through the forest, and a wall of smoke and debris surged above the trees. Every bit of boredom evaporated. A wild, eager grin took over my face. 'Finally! It's hero time!'