#neo plaza station

[themoonlovemuses]

Introductions to your New Life! (Professor Layton X Reader)

Summary:  After a job position opens up at Gressenheller University, you move down to London and join the prestigious university, and along the way meet the charming Professor Layton. ☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆☾☆

WANTED: Head Librarian

Requirements: A knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System.

A candidate with strong communication and interpersonal skills who is a reliable and self-motivated person who can work largely unsupervised following precise instructions. As the work is fairly routine, you will need to maintain a high level of attention to detail and accuracy in your work. 

If you are interested, please come to Gressenheller University and speak to the receptionist to inquire.

That had been the advertisement Dean Delmona had sent over in the mail when he mentioned to my mum that he was looking for a new librarian for the university. Having been friends of the family for a while, Delmona knows of my love for novels and sharing recommendations to those around me on whatever topics I had knowledge of. So naturally, after having a friendly discussion about where we all were in our professions, mum had passed on the message to me about the vacancy. A job at a bigger library than the local village has, in the heart of London, surrounded by like-minded people? Sounds like a dream come true!

And not a month later, after handing my notice to the librarian at my old job and saying my farewells to my parents and siblings, I hopped onto the train heading to Central Plaza Station with nothing but my suitcase and a note with the address to my new flat that I had acquired after talking to the landlord, Ingrid, over the phone. The move had been stressful, and the nose and bustle of the London streets had been a bit overwhelming compared to country life, but I had finally settled into the flat and explored the neighbourhood enough to know my way around. Now all that was left to start my new life is to start my first day at my new job.

Which is what I had been daydreaming about just as the bus rolled to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates of the university. So after paying the fare and wishing the driver a good day, I strode up to the front doors of the university, marvelling at the architecture of the buildings, imagining what kind of history the walls hold. And not soon after I had got to the doors that lead to the reception room did I see the Dean, in his usual crisp suit and spectacles, waiting for me.

“Ah, (Y/N)! Good Morning! Didn’t get lost on the way here then! I know I did the first couple of times when I became the dean!” He chuckled, meeting me halfway and shaking my hand

“Oh, not at all! Thankfully the buses around here a quite remarkable and way more punctual than back home. If I had been walking here on my own I’m sure I would’ve gone around in circles just trying to find this place!”

“Ho ho! Glad to hear! Well, I’d better show you around first before I leave you to it! You’re a reliable sort, but I wouldn’t want you getting lost here on your first day! The halls can be maze-like themselves.” He agreed, before heading off down the corridors. 

“Of course, as you probably know, the building was built a hundred and twenty years ago, using Neo-Baroque architecture which defined the era, and is what defines the university compared to the other buildings in the Westminster area. The original dean of the school prided his school on its excellence in providing knowledge from around the world, specialising in archaeological exploits. Which is why we specialize in this subject to this day! But enough about the history of the school! On your left, you can see the courtyards that the students tend to use between classes to either study or socialise together. And on the left are the out-of-hour offices for our Professors.” He rambled, pointing out the points of interest as he walked, including the offices, which appeared to have weird symbols on them. One seemed to have a coffee cup and… was that a top hat?

“Excuse me, sorry Delmona. What do the symbols mean on the doors? Is that one on the left a student café?” I asked, pointing it out, as only some of the doors had symbols on them.

“Oh, those! No, sadly you won’t be grabbing a cup of coffee from in there! Those symbols just help students to differentiate which professor uses which office. All doors look the same on the first day and all that! He explained patiently, as if he had received these questions numerous times. 

‘At least it seemed like I wasn’t the only one to ask about it. Still, I wonder if all universities have those kinds of subliminal tricks to distinguish different professor offices.’ I thought to myself as we re-entered the building, heading back towards the main area.

“Now if you follow the path down here, it’ll lead you down towards the cafeteria, where you will be able to grab that coffee! And if you take the stair over here, that’ll lead up to the classrooms and my office directly in front of the stairs. And this door at the bottom of the stairs, is the library!” He announced, pushing the doors in a way that he must’ve been aiming to be dramatic, but ended up swinging back in our faces due to the lack of strength behind it. Coughing into his hand to discharge the awkward tension, he reopened the doors normally, myself following after him.

As I entered the space, I looked around in awe, the smell of old books and wood hitting my nose first. Pillars of golden brown wood held the building up with rows and rows of bookshelves matching the colour of the wood, it looked like it had two, maybe even three floors worth of books, and study tables scattered about the place. And just to the left, a big desk with a little rack of leaflets for what at first glance appears to be student events and a big trolley rack filled to the brim with books to be returned to the shelves. A lady wearing a hair kerchief was polishing the front of it.

“Oh, Dean! I didn’t think you would be here so soon! I was just finishing up cleaning up the place, and this must be our new librarian!” 

“Oh don’t worry Rosa! There’s still time left if you need to finish up, we’re here early anyway. Anyway, as I mentioned (Y/N), this is Rosa Grimes, the university’s resident cleaner. Rosa, this is (Y/N). She’ll be starting today, I hope you take them under your care.” He says, introducing us to one another as I shake hands with the woman, Rosa. She seemed nice at first glance, almost a bit like Mum back home.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Rosa! And thank you for tidying up the place! You really didn’t have to do this just for me! I could’ve done it!”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all dear! Love to keep busy me, you’ll probably see me around the place tidying up wherever I go anyway.” She laughed, tucking her feather duster back into her pocket in front of her apron.

‘Oh yeah, definitely like Mum.’ I thought to myself as we finished up.

“Speaking of which, I must be off over to the offices Delmona. You know how Layton loves to leave his office in such disarray. I think he does it just to see me and have a cup of tea together!” She laughs, waving to us both and heading through the doors we just came through, leaving me and the dean alone once again.

“Layton?” I ask, turning back towards the dean in hopes of some form of clarification as to who Rosa could’ve been talking about.

“Professor Hershel Layton, the university’s resident archaeology professor and minor celebrity of sorts to the students. He’s been known to go on excursions during the half terms and summer holidays. Always comes back to the school term with some story to tell in his lectures.” He remarks, guiding me towards the desk, where I will be spending most of my time.

“Oh, I see! That makes sense then. Must be quite the popular man then.”

“Yes he is, but I'm sure you’ll run into him at some point. He’s always coming in here for reference books on archaeological topics of one thing or another. Anyway, here's your desk. It’s normally quite quiet on a Monday as most deadlines seem to be set for the end of the week from my experience, so you should have plenty of time to get comfortable and have a look around before the students come in. I’d better be off now, as I have a meeting to attend with the school board in half an hour. I’m sure you’ll do fantastic with us, and I’ll check up with you at the end of the day to see how things went. Take care now (Y/N)!” The dean finishes, patting my arm reassuringly and heads towards the door.

“Thank you Dean Delmona! And thank you again for showing me around the campus, I really appreciate it!” I shout back, hoping to catch him before he’s out of earshot.

“My pleasure!” along with a wave is all the response back I get back as he slips through the doors. And I’m left alone in the vast expanse of the university library.

‘Alright! Let’s get settled in!’ I think to myself as a go over to the returns trolley, looking over what titles are in need of reshelving and wondering what type of student would have taken the books out in the first place. A pastime I enjoyed at the old village library as well to shake up the monotony of reshelving and lugging the heavy trolley in front of me.

The rest of the day turned out just to be as the dean said; quiet. Students only really started trickling in at around lunchtime, the same bleary look in their eyes of either late nights studying, or the aftermath of weekend-long revelry. I was thankful for this as that had given me a lot of time to acquaint myself with where each section was and what kind of selection we had on offer in case any of the students asked for any recommendations. Which I have to say, the university sported a whole array of wonderful books I could only dream of grabbing for my own personal collection. Rare copies of the Illiad and Odyssey, first editions of the Brother Grimm's fairytales, and every college textbook a student could possibly need, all waiting to be plucked from the shelves like glistening fruit from a market stall. There were even some signed autobiographies from famous authors and experts in their field, which I pondered as to how a university could’ve obtained. Was it something donated, or a gift to the university?

Either way, I had plenty of time to ponder this as the light from the wall-length windows on one side shined in the day’s light, turning the office from bright light to a golden age as the afternoon progressed. Only a couple of the more awake students had come up to the desk, either to return a book used over the weekend or ask if a certain book related to their coursework was available. The students seemed just as friendly as the staff thankfully, even inquiring about me, since they noticed I wasn’t the usual librarian on duty, who apparently was known as Ms Applewood, an kind enough woman who rumour had it retired up to Scotland to be nearer her son. How true the rumour is something I doubt I'd ever get the answer to, but it was nice to know that the student body I had encountered thought I was nice enough to even involve me in their gossip. So overall it was quite the lovely first day, only half an hour left on the clock, according to the small desk clock that the desk had come with. 

‘Just enough time to do the last of the returns and lock up for the night!’ I thought to myself, standing up from my desk and heading over to the pile of books to my right that I had piled up when the door on the other end of the room creaked open. A man wearing a top hat seemed to enter the room, a thick tome tucked under his arm as he walked towards the centre of the room, scanning around the library until he seemed to notice me at the desk.

“Hello there! My apologies for coming to the library so late into your shift. I had only just gotten out of the classroom just now, Some students had some questions to ask me after classes.” He spoke, making his way over in my direction as I picked up the four books from the returns.

“Oh, no trouble at all, the library is still open another half an hour anyway, Mr…?” I trailed off, unsure as to how to address the finely dressed man in front of me.

“Ah, do beg my pardon. How rude of me for not introducing myself to you. My name is Professor Hershel Layton. I’m the archaeological professor here at the university.” He introduced, tipping the top hat of his at me slightly, having to adjust his grip on the book in his possession to do so.

“(Y/N), the new librarian. Just started today. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I replied, doing my best to nod back at him while balancing the books in my hands.

“That must be why I did not recognise you, you must be Ms Applewood’s replacement. A pleasure to meet you too.”

“No worries, now, what can I help you with today Professor?” I asked, trying my hardest not to appear nosey as I tried to read what book he had under his arm.

“Well, first I would like to return this book to the library, I was using it to help authenticate some of my student's answers in the essays I had assigned them over the weekend. And I was also wondering if you happened to know if you happened to have a copy of ‘The Azran History: What We Know’’ by Professor Desmond Sycamore and ‘Head Gymnastics’ by Akira Tago.” He asked, finally taking the book from under his arm. The title read ‘Archaeobotany in Egpyt’

“Not a problem Professor, in fact, I think I have that head Head gymnastics book in my pile for returns here. Let me see… Ah! Here we go!” Shuffling the books in my hands, I pulled it out in all it’s yellow glory from the bottom of the pile, quickly making a note on some scrap paper on what books were being taken and returned so I could enter them in properly to the system when I get back to my desk later.

“A girl returned this just today, so here you go! As for your book on Azran history, I believe I did see one on my rounds today in the Archaeological section. I’m more than happy to help look since I’m heading that way to sort these returns myself.”

“Are you quite sure, I wouldn’t want to bother you if you are busy right now.” He mused, a flash of concern flitting across his, concerned to be pulling me away from my duties perhaps?

“Not at all, professor. Like I said, these books are all heading towards the geography section anyway, so it’s on the way there anyway. Shall we?” I smile, leading the way towards the stack of shelves.

We walked in relative silence, the only nose being our shoes clacking against the hardwood flooring of the library. Not an awkward silence, which was weird since that normally did happen when meeting someone new, with neither party knowing what topic would interest the other. But a content silence, as if nothing really needed to be said at this moment.

‘Maybe he’s quite content with the silence himself’ I thought to myself, as I weaved between the stacks, before finally reaching our final destination.”

“Here we are, Professor! I’ll just quickly pop these into the geography section and be right with you!” I say, wandering just two shelves over to my own destination, shelving the books for the group study session that had left later that day.

“That’s quite alright, don’t rush on my account.” He chuckled, before staring up at the shelves, his mission already in his mind.

Having one of my last tasks of the day dealt with now, I hurried back over to the man and started looking for the book he needed as well while sneaking in some glances to assess the man next to me. Dressed rather professionally and shoes shined to a sheen. He looked the spitting image of what a professor looked like in my mind’s eye. And he acted like one as well. But there was something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, some sort of charm about him. Maybe it was the way he spoke? You don’t hear a lot of people speaking the way he does; almost like he thinks about every word he’s about to say before he says anything. Or maybe it’s the glint in his eyes I noticed as he scans the bookshelves for his prize, a look of passion in his eye for the craft he must’ve honed throughout the years?

‘Well no wonder he’s popular around here.’ I mused to myself as I finally noticed the book the man next to me was looking for on the bottom shelf. Bending down to pick it up, I turn towards him, catching his attention from the corner of his eye.

“Here you go! This is what you were looking for right?” I ask, handing him the book in my hands while I quickly shelve the book about Egypt he had originally came in with.

“Yes! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you.”

“No worries. So the Azran? Are they to be a new topic to cover in your lectures then?” I asked as we made our way back to the desk to check his books out.

“Hm? Oh, no, the curriculum is quite set for this year and as much as I would love to discuss new archaeological discoveries in the modern era, I would hate for my students to be behind on their work.”

“Ah, I get it. I was just wondering since the papers recently have been talking about how fresh evidence of the Azran people are cropping around the world in the last five years. I think last week's paper talked about a potential temple in Froenborg?”

“Well, yes! You seem quite up to date with the goings-ons of the archaeological field. Do you have an interest in archaeology? Study archaeology while at university perhaps?” He asked, that glint returning back to his eyes.

“While I do have an interest in archaeology and new discoveries, it’s not because I studied it. I took anthropology as a minor during my university days instead, but both subjects seem to have an overlap from what I was taught at school. I think it’s called Osteoarchaeology in your field right? The study of bones?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t saying anything wrong as I walked around the side of the desk to check out the books he had taken.

“That’s exactly what it’s called. It’s nice to know there’s someone at the university  besides the students excited about these new discoveries and what this might mean to our understanding of the world as we know it.” He smiled, passing the books over for me to stamp.

“Well thank you! Good to know there’s someone here to discuss the findings with if the archaeologists find anything new to be reported on. Anyway, I must’ve taken up more of your time than I meant to. Here are those books Professor.” Passing the books back over, I set about taking the return ledger from the desk and start locking it away in the desk drawers for safekeeping.

“Not at all (Y/N), if anything it’s been lovely talking to you. In fact, if you get some spare time during the next few weeks, I’d love to discuss more about the tribes you studied while at university and your thoughts on the Azran people.” He asked, slowly turning in the direction of the door.

“Ho ho! Roping our newest recruit into your lectures and puzzles are we Professor?” The dean mused, making his way to us from his point at the door. How did I not hear him come in?

“Ah, well quite Dean Delmona. We were just discussing the recent discoveries of the Azran people.” He said, coughing into his balled-up fist. Ah yes, now this was the awkward silence I had come to know.

“Oh, I'm only jesting with you, my boy! It’s good everyone’s been friendly to our new librarian. Making them feel right at home! He laughed, patting the Professor on the arm.

“Anyway, I was just coming down here to check up on (Y/N) and how their first day went. Wouldn’t want to keep you both here any longer than you needed to.”

“I see, then I had better leave you to it. It was lovely speaking with you (Y/N). I’ll see you around.” The professor waved, before heading towards the doors and out the room.

“You too Professor! See you soon!” I shouted afterwards, hoping he heard me just like the situation with the dean this morning.

“I’ll take you to the front gates now. Like I said, probably don’t want to waste your evenings wiled away in here. But how was your first day here? Nothing to deter you from staying here I hope?” He asked as I locked up the library doors.

“All good actually. Your school has quite a lovely collection of books and all the staff and students are so nice! I hope it’s like this all the time here!” 

“Hah! The only time it’s not is when it’s exam and finals week! Then things can get a bit snappy!” He laughed, walking down the path towards the wrought iron gates we had only passed through this morning. It only seemed like an hour ago I arrived here. How time sure flies.

“Well anyway, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself here and as I’ve said, I know how reliable you are so you’re more than welcome to work here as long as you’d like to. But you better head off home now and make sure you’re fresh for tomorrow morning! Library Opens up at 8 am sharp. Make sure you get home safe now. And again, welcome to Gressenheller University (Y/N)!”

'Welcome indeed!' I thought to yourself as you strolled on down to the bus stop, lost in your imaginings of what the next few days would bring.

[duhragonball]

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (200/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball,  which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.   This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made  on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before  66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

     [20 April, Age 850.  Toki Toki City.]  

In the Time Station, the Saiyan Earthling Mosh was locked in combat with corrupted Time Patrollers.  He fought valiantly, heedless of the odds as they turned against him.  

The Time Patrollers who were still on his side took inspiration from his courage and tenacity, but also his style.  Mosh was a show-off.   His tightly coiled hair was cut and dyed in a provocative fashion, and he dressed like a trendsetter instead of a warrior.  When he had a free moment in a battle, he used it to taunt his opponent, or to acknowledge friendlies who might be watching.  

This was not arrogance or contempt for the ways of martial arts.  Despite his outgoing personality, Mosh was very friendly and easygoing in public, and quite humble in private.   The flourishes and flexes he made in public were a front, a way to present an image of himself ahead of the real thing.  It lent him some confidence in a world where defeat and disaster could strike at any time.  

"Come on, for real," he said as he knocked out an Earthling fighter corrupted by Demigra's magic.  "If you all don't start trying harder, I'm gonna head out to the Time Plaza and see if I can find someone tougher.  Seriously, it's like you don't even want to take over the city."  

The situation was more dire than he made it sound, and he knew it.  The Time Patrol was made of up a wide variety of fighters across a broad range of skill and power levels.  There were a lot of warriors on the team who could defeat Mosh with ease, and it would be those who decided the outcome of the battle.   All Mosh could do was to fight as many of the lower-tier fighters to keep them out of the endgame.   If he could outlast them, then there was a chance he could lend a hand to the "big deal riders" as he liked to call them.   Trunks and Luffa were the first who came to mind, but there were others he respected as well, and he hoped they were doing all right.  

Cracking jokes during the battle was another way to ease his worried mind and focus on the matter before him.  

"You fought well, my friend," he said in a mock-serious voice as he dispatched a Namekian who worked on the janitorial staff.   "But fate had other plans the day she cast you against me in battle."  Mosh then made a humorous noise in place of a more traditional kiai shout.  

In spite of his levity, Mosh was a skillful fighter.  Indeed, it was a testament to his skill that he could be so playful during such a difficult battle.  But as he turned to face his next target, his face fell into despair.  

"The only joke I see here is you, Mosh," said Ravi.  

"Aw no..." Mosh said.   "Tell me this is some new technique of yours, Ravi."

Ravi was an Earthling graduate of the Neo-Crane School.  His fighting uniform was made with iridescent fabric to suit his own aesthetic, but the cut and color of the dogi was chosen to honor his master, the legendary Chiaotzu.  But now, the eldritch purple fog that surrounded his body indicated that he now served the forces of Demigra.  

"I don't need a new technique to defeat the likes of you," Ravi sneered.   He raised his left hand in front of his face and set his jaw.  

"Babe, don't do this!" Mosh pleaded, but there was no stopping him.  

"Kaio-ho!" Ravi shouted, and a beam of red light launched from the edge of his left hand.   Mosh only had time to cross his arms in front of his face to block the attack.   Dodging wasn't an option here.  There were too many fighters in the area, and many of them would have been seriously hurt if they caught one of Ravi's more powerful blasts.  

When the smoke cleared, Mosh was mostly unharmed, save for some singes on his clothes and the exposed skin on his arms.   He looked up from behind his arms and nodded.   "All right," he said with a cocky nod of his head.  "All right, we can do this.   You just get it out of your system then.  Just go on ahead and let it all out."

"You're pathetic, Ravi said.  "You're too cowardly to fight back, and your compassion for these weaklings makes you an easy target.   Kaio-ho!"

The red blast hit Mosh again, and he stood firm.   "Oh, you're talking trash now, is that it?" he said with a smirk.  "Demigra thinks you're gonna get me all worked up because you say all that hurtful stuff?  Quit playing, Ravi, you know me better than that."

"I know you're going to fall because you're too frightened to use your true power, Saiyan," Ravi said harshly.   "And in a fight like this, anything less will bring you to your doom."

He fired the Kaio-ho again, and again, and again.   Mosh blocked each  shot, but they were beginning to take their toll on his stamina.  By now, most of his cavalier facade was wiped away.  

"That's a low blow, Ravi," Mosh said as he gasped for breath.  "No.   It's low of Demigra for forcing you to use that against me."

"A Super Saiyan would brush of this kind of attack like it was nothing," Ravi taunted.   "But you can't do it, can you, Mosh?"

"You know it's not like that," Mosh insisted.  

"Then prove it," Ravi said.   "Or were you lying that night when you held me close and told me why you're so afraid to try?"

That touched a nerve, one that might have ordinarily sent Mosh into a blind rage.  And this would have been a strange sight to behold, since Mosh was well-known for his coolness under fire.   Even so, if Mosh had cut loose, it might have helped turn the tide for Chronoa's forces, at least for the moment.  

But the target of Mosh's unbridled fury would have been Ravi, and no matter how upset he was, it was impossible for Mosh to see that man as an enemy, no matter how hard his ki blasts hit, no matter what terrible things Demigra forced him to say.  

In the heat of the moment, Mosh could only see the man he cherished more than anyone else.  The man who had seen through his laid-back-class-clown act and accepted him unconditionally.   The man he was too nervous to call his boyfriend but they both understood that it was a big word for both of them and they could figure it out together.  

But the Saiyan heart had to send that passion somewhere, and if Mosh would not channel his rage into battle, then it would paralyze him completely.   He was so furious that he failed to guard himself against Ravi's next strike.   Nor did he sense the other corrupted Time Patrollers who had been sneaking up from behind.   They all fired together, and Mosh was finally taxed to his limit.  

He fell, and Ravi scoffed at him as he and the other corrupted Patrollers left to find their next target.   If Mosh had been conscious, he would have been chilled to the bone to hear his lover act with such cruel spite.   Mercifully, he lay there unmoving, oblivious to the battle around him.  

Unmercifully, this peace did not last long.  A purple aura began to appear over Mosh's body, and he slowly, painfully rose to his feet again.  His eyes flashed red, and his only thoughts were of his obedience to Demigra, and how best to fight for the Demon God's cause.

*******

     [12 September, Age 778.  Earth.]  

In West City, the tide had turned.    Luffa's latest mission for the Time Patrol had sent her back to Earth to repel an invasion from three of its greatest enemies.    Luffa had fought them off with ease, until their reinforcements arrived in the form of Vegeta, Gohan, and Gotenks.   While confident she could win the battle, Luffa worried that it would take too long, which would keep her away from Toki Toki City during its hour of need.   But now, she had reinforcements of her own, in the form of Son Goku.  

Now, the two of them battled not only Cell and Majin Buu, not only Vegeta, Gohan, and Gotenks, but several Cell Juniors, as well as  dozens of ki ghosts created by Gotenks.   In the parkland surrounding a defunct amusement park, Luffa and Goku leaped and flew in every direction as they sought to outmaneuver the swarm of powerful enemies in their midst.  

She had met Goku in past Time Patrol missions, but none of these had been "official", due to the nature of correcting altered segments of history.   Each time Luffa met Goku in the past, he would have no memory of their prior encounters.   But this time was different.   This time, Goku knew Luffa by name, and he had been briefed by the Supreme Kai of Time herself.   Luffa wanted to know more, but it was difficult enough to keep up with the battle.   It would be folly to get close enough to Goku to make conversation.  

"Can you hear me, Luffa?"

"Huh?"  was all Luffa could say.  

Saiyans possessed telepathic abilities, but it was tricky to use them across distances while in combat.   It was usually more practical to just call out.   And yet, she could hear Goku's voice anyway, even though he was surrounded by exploding ki ghosts.  

"Hey, it's me, Goku!" he said.  "I'm talking to you through King Kai.  He's a lot better at this sort of thing than I am, and this way there's less chance of Cell or Vegeta overhearing us!"

"King Kai?" Luffa asked aloud.  

"Sure!" Goku said.   "I was training on his planet in Otherworld when the Supreme Kai of Time came to find us."

"And that's how you got involved in all of this?" Luffa asked.  Majin Buu nearly caught her with an energy beam, but she avoided it in time.  

"Yep," Goku said.  "I guess you could say we've been deputized!  Right, King Kai?"

Now she heard another voice, anxious and motherly in tone.   "Goku, this isn't a game!" he said.  "The Supreme Kai of Time is a very important person.  I cannot stress how sacred this mission is."  

"Aw, c'mon, King Kai," Goku protested.   "The real battle is up in Toki Toki City, wherever that is--"

"He's right, Kakarot," Luffa said.   "This is no game.   That purple crap is the magic Demigra uses to control his victims.   I don't know how he got Cell, Buu, and Frieza here, but your sons--"

"Frieza?" Goku asked.  "You mean he's here, too?!"

"I took him out first!" Luffa explained.   "Then he must have wandered off."

"But I can't sense his energy..." Goku said.  "Frieza can't suppress it like we can, so he shouldn't be able to hide that way."

"The point is that we can free the others if we hit them hard enough," Luffa said.  "If one of us can keep them busy for a second--"

"Got it," Goku said.  "Let's start with Gohan."

That didn't suit Luffa at all.   "Like hell!" she said.   "Gotenks is the one spitting out all these stupid ghosts.  We take him out and things will get a lot simpler for us!  Or Cell, or Buu!"

"Nah, Gotenks isn't a problem," Goku said.   "And I've fought Kid Buu before.  Trust me, he's a lot easier to handle this way.  We should save him for last."

She was about to remind him that she had fought Kid Buu as well, but then she remembered that he wasn't aware of this.  Still, it irritated her how casually he had taken charge of the situation.  

"And how are you going to get at Gohan when there's twenty bogies zipping around him?" Luffa demanded.  

"Heh!   Check this out!" Goku said.  

Luffa was about to ask what he was talking about, when suddenly she saw multiple Gokus all over the battle field.  Majin Buu rushed after the closest one to him, and when this Goku did nothing to defend himself, Luffa rushed to help him, only for Goku to vanish when Buu reached him.  

The same thing happened everywhere else.   Two ki ghosts exploded in a mid-air collision as they tried to catch one of these illusions of Goku.  Vegeta attacked one illusion after another, in what seemed like an attempt to brute-force his way to the real thing.    

Luffa searched for Gohan to see if she could get a clear shot at him, and found that he was coming to her.  His mind, though addled by Demigra's magic, was still sharp enough to realize that Luffa was the only target he could be sure of, and so he focused on her.     She prepared to guard against his attack, but just as he closed in on her, another Goku appeared alongside him, which Gohan ignored.  

This Goku struck Gohan in the jaw, sending him hurtling into the ground.   All around Luffa, the illusions of Goku vanished, leaving the real thing floating next to her.  

"Not bad," Luffa said.  

"Guess they don't have the Afterimage Technique where you come from," Goku said.  

"I guess not," Luffa admitted.

"Check on him, will you?" Goku asked her.  In spite of the harsh expression of his Super Saiyan form, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.   "You can tell if someone's snapped out of it, can't you?  I want to make sure he's all right."

"Of course," Luffa said.   "But it might take a second..."

They separated as another group of ki ghosts flew after them.   Luffa took note of Gohan's position, but didn't go to him right away.    As she prepared her next moves, Goku continued to speak to her through King Kai's telepathic link.  

"Are you sure you're a thousand years old?"  He asked.

"I think it's more like eleven hundred," Luffa replied.  "Chronoa told you that part too, huh?"

"You actually call her by her name?" King Kai asked, horrified.  

"She told me to," Luffa muttered.  

"It's just that you don't look much older than Gohan," Goku went on.  "I was expecting some wrinkly old lady."

"The Dragon Balls transported me through time, Kakarot," Luffa explained.   "I'm only twenty-four."

"Well I'll be," Goku said.  

There was a Cell Junior between her and Gohan.   Luffa simply barreled into him, and drove her fist through his torso.    The creature burst apart an instant later.  When she finally reached Gohan, she knelt down beside him and put her hand on his chest to make sure he was breathing.  

"How is he?" Goku asked.  

"He's free of Demigra's influence," Luffa said.  "Hold on..."

A ki ghost almost got the drop on her, so she scooped up Gohan and carried him away before they could be caught in the blast.    

"You really leveled this guy," Luffa said once she had an opening.  

"You told me we had to hit 'em hard," Goku said.  

"Yeah, but he's your brat," Luffa said.   "I thought you'd hold back a little or something."  

"Nah, I know how much my boys can handle," Goku said.   "Same with Vegeta and Trunks."

She tried not to think of her own son, whom she had left for dead in the distant past.   "I thought you said Gotenks wasn't a problem," she griped as she dodged more of the ki ghosts.  

"Don't worry," Goku said.   "His fusion should run out any minute now."

"Well maybe I'm tired of waiting!" she said as she dove after the boy.  

"Luffa, don't!" Goku called, but she didn't reply.  

"You may as well let her handle it her way, Goku," King Kai told him.   "If the Supreme Kai of Time vouches for her, she must know what she's doing.   Besides, it can't be any worse than when Vegeta goes into business for himself, right?"

"That ain't the problem!" Goku told him.   He spun his body in mid-flight to avoid a tricky firing pattern from Vegeta and Buu.   "She's still carrying my son!"

*******

Luffa heard what Goku was saying, but she didn't bother to explain herself.   She couldn't leave Gohan lying on the ground, not when Gotenks was throwing ki blasts in every direction.  Luckily, none of their enemies were going wild enough to destroy the planet.   Luffa doubted this was out of any concern on Demigra's part.   More likely, the Demon God just didn't want to exhaust his puppets' energy before his agenda was complete.  She had seen similar tactics on dozens of alien battlefields.  Conquerors preferred to capture territory with as little damage as possible.   As much as they loved overwhelming force, they had to wield it carefully, or they would end up ruling an empire of ashes. So Demigra might spare the Earth, but sparing Gohan was another matter.

That left her at a serious disadvantage, since she had to carry the young man and fight at the same time.  She couldn't help Goku against the others, but she could distract Gotenks long enough to give him some room to maneuver.  

She had met Goten and Trunks before, and she had seen them perform the Fusion Technique in past Time Patrol missions.   Beerus has defeated Gotenks with ease, which came as no surprise, but what interested Luffa was that the boys separated again shortly afterward.   Goku may have been content to wait out the clock, but if there was a way to hurry things along, she was more than happy to try it.  

"Give it up, lady!" Gotenks called as he and his squad of ki ghosts chased after her.   "You don't stand a chance against the Grim Reaper of Justice!   And holding all that dead weight in your hands just makes you a bigger target!"

"You haven't hit a thing since you started this fight, you little twit!" Luffa called back.   "I only grabbed your brother to make things a little easier for you!"

"What?  How dare you!   Take...!  This!" Gotenks shouted.  

At least twenty ghosts converged around her, and Luffa allowed them to box her in.   She continued to fly away from the rest of the battle, and Gotenks followed to see how his attack played out.  

And then, over the skies of West City, all twenty ghosts exploded with a loud crack.    In celebration of his achievement, Gotenks started to wave his arms around and shuffle his feet in a victory boogie.  

"What what?  Yeaaaahhh!   That's what you get!" he jeered.  "And if you're not down with Gotenks, I got two words for ya!"

"Try again."

Gotenks gasped at the voice that called out from the smoke that billowed around the explosion.   As it cleared, there was Luffa, still holding Gohan in her arms, and completely unharmed.    

"B-but how?!" Gotenks asked.   "This is completely unfair!"

"You overplayed your hand, kid," Luffa explained.   "Sending that many ghosts after a single target?   Their combined power might have been enough to hurt me, but they got in each other's way.   If you can arrange them into the right formation, like I just did, you can use their blasts to deflect each other."

"Huh?" Gotenks said.   "But... how could you know that?  I didn't even think of it, and I'm the master of the Super Ghost Kamikaze Attack!"

"Oh, please," Luffa snorted.  "Back in my day, every Saiyan child knew how to make ki ghosts.   Most of them couldn't make them strong enough to win a real fight with that trick, but I had a lot more power to work with, and I made sure to work out all the angles."

"You're bluffing!" Gotenks protested.  "There's no way you can--"

Luffa began raising her ki and then opened her lips to release a white vapor.   It coalesced quickly, taking on the same shape as the ghosts Gotenks had been using.  But then the head of the ghost took shape, and it molded itself into a replica of Luffa instead.  

"Neeehhhh!" the ghost screeched.  "Amateur hour is over!"

"Y-you stole my move!" Gotenks protested.  "That's... that's plagiarism!"

"Really?" Luffa taunted.   "Is that ghost bit the only thing you can do?   Maybe you should come up with something new. Build some variety!"

"Oh that is it!" Gotenks snarled.   He tensed his muscles, and began to charge his  ki.   Like Luffa before, his yellow hair glowed like a torch, and his aura intensified.  "Your bootleg ghost doesn't scare me!   And I'm just getting warmed up!  This isn't even my final form!"

"Well that sounds interesting," Luffa said with a grin.   "Show me, boy!   Show me what you can really do!"

He obliged, and his body began to crackle with lightning.  Luffa could sense the sharp increase in his power, and it seemed as though Gotenks' boasts weren't all hot air.    His ki continued to rise, and just when it seemed like he was on the verge of something truly remarkable--

Luffa sent her ghost to tackle him, and it exploded on contact.   Gotenks was dazed, but not seriously hurt.  He stumbled in the air, but managed to avoid falling.  

"That was a dirty trick!" he shouted.   "And I-- wait, where'd you go?"

While he was still recovering from the blast, Luffa had slipped around him, using the lingering ki of the explosion to hide from his senses.  As he turned to find her, she threw a kick, and caught him square in the gut with one of her black combat boots.  

Gotenks made a loud gasp as all the breath was knocked out of his lungs, and he dropped to the ground like a stone.  He bounced as he landed, and his body separated into two boys in mid-air. Luffa found this extremely satisfying.  

The only trouble was that they were still conscious, and still tainted with Demigra's wicked spell.   Luffa landed beside them with a loud thud, and quickly laid Gohan on the ground as she moved in to check on them.  

"Wha--?" asked Goten.  

Trunks was similarly confused.  And since neither of them was in their Super Saiyan form, it made it that much easier  for Luffa to get the drop on them.   She felled Trunks with a chop to the shoulder, then knelt low and punched Goten in the stomach before he could get his bearings.    

They both collapsed, and the purple energy faded away.   Like Gohan, they were both free.  

The only trouble now was that it left Luffa with three bodies to protect instead of just one.    And she had left Goku in a serious bind.

She looked back at the part of the park where they had been fighting, and saw a yellow streak moving through the sky, furiously dodging several others.  

"Maybe I should take a second to catch my breath," she said to herself.  "And this way I can get a look at what Kakarot can really do."

*******

"What is she doing?" King Kai asked.  "That's gratitude for you!   You come all this way to help her win this fight, and now she's just standing there waiting for you to finish it by yourself!"

Goku blocked a kick and then ducked a pair of ki blasts before he responded to this.  "No, that ain't it at all," he said with a satisfied smile.   "She wants to see me in action.   She'll jump in soon enough."

"Are you sure?" King Kai asked.  "I mean, the Supreme Kai of Time did vouch for her, but even so..."

"See how she's staying close to the boys?" Goku asked.   "And she took care of Gotenks as soon as she could.   She didn't like to see a couple of kids being used like that, and that makes her okay in my book."

"But that still leaves you to take on four Cell Juniors, Cell, Majin Buu, and Vegeta!" King Kai sputtered.

"Don't forget Frieza," Goku said.  "He must still be around somewhere."

"Well, I can't find him anywhere," King Kai said.  "And I'd say you've got enough on your plate as it is!"

"Ask her to stay put a little longer," Goku said.  "Tell her I have a way to get Vegeta and the boys to safety."

"You're going to use Instant Transmission to take them someplace safe?" King Kai asked.  

"Nope," Goku said.  

With that, he dropped to the ground and threw out his hands, releasing a ki wave in all directions.   This was done mainly to get the Cell Juniors off his back, but it also caught Vegeta by surprise, and left Majin Buu wide open.  He then dashed straight for Buu, leading with his fist.  

"Ka..." he said in a low voice.  

Buu recovered quickly, and stood his ground.    He held up his hands and began charging an energy blast of his own to counter Goku's attack.

"Me..."

As Goku flew away from him, Vegeta began to give chase.   The Cell Juniors did the same, although they were too slow and too far away to intercept Goku in time to stop him.

"Ha..."

By now, it was apparent to anyone watching that Goku was charging the blast through his feet.   This special variation of the Kamehameha was rare in combat.   Goku had used it once in battle with Piccolo at the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, but there had been few eyewitnesses to that epic battle, and fewer still who would have understood the true significance of the maneuver.  

"Me..."

Cell recognized it at once.  His creator, Dr. Gero, had used miniature spy robots to record and analyze Goku's battles, including the bout with Piccolo on Papaya Island.   The data was incorporated into Cell's programming, to the point where he remembered the battle better than those who actually saw it.  

As Goku closed in Majin Buu, Vegeta began to close in on Goku.   And then, suddenly, Goku vanished.

"Ha!"

Demigra's forces were aware of the Instant Transmission technique, but none of them were prepared for this application.  Instead of teleporting to a blind spot to attack from an unconventional angle, Goku instead reappeared only inches from Majin Buu's chin, and pointing in the opposite direction.    

And so, where Buu was prepared to block a punch, he instead took a Kamehameha wave in the face, at pointblank range.  As Vegeta reached out to attack Goku, he suddenly found Goku blasting toward him on a collision course.  

As the punch connected, Goku continued on his path, angling into the ground below, where he immediately leaped into one of the Cell Juniors.   With a wild howl, Goku delivered a chop to the creature's neck, decapitating it in a single blow.  The creature exploded into a cloud of ash and smoke a moment later.  

Vegeta recovered, but Goku didn't allow him a moment to get his footing.  He began firing ki blasts in rapid succession, keeping Vegeta off-balance as he flew towards him for another assault.  

"Come on, Vegeta!" he shouted.   "You can do better than this!"

But Vegeta was in no mood to try.  His keen fighting instincts had already been dulled by Demigra's magic, and Goku's onslaught had left him dazed.  To Goku's frustration, Vegeta could only block, which left him open to a simple throw.   He grabbed his fellow Saiyan by the seams in his chest armor and launched him into the path of an oncoming Cell Junior.   When Vegeta moved to avoid the collision, he left an opening, and Goku teleported into position to exploit it.   The sound of Goku's boot colliding with Vegeta's jaw was like a thunderclap.  

With a moment to spare, Goku fired ki blasts to keep the remaining Cell Juniors and Majin Buu at bay, and then he scooped up Vegeta and made his play.  

"Kinto'un!" he called out.    

As his enemies converged on his position, he raised his fingers to his forehead and vanished.  

*******

A few hundred meters away, Goku appeared at Luffa's side, still cradling Vegeta's unconscious body in his arms.  

"All right, get them out of here," Luffa said, "I'll hold the rest of them off."

"Thanks," Goku said, "but that's not the plan.  We'll take 'em together."

"And leave these guys out in the open?" Luffa protested.  

"Don't worry," Goku said.  "I've already arranged a little transportation."

Before she could ask, a yellow cloud descended onto the parkland.  It was no larger than a man, and it seemed too thick and dense to be made of water vapor.  Like a living thing, the cloud positioned itself at Goku's side.  

"Pile 'em on," Goku said.  "Starting with Gohan.  Hurry up!"

Luffa didn't understand what he meant, but lifted Gohan off the ground anyway.  Goku nagged her until she finally laid the young man on the cloud itself, and to her surprise, he did not fall through it.   Instead, he lay atop the cloud like it was a large floating cushion.  

"Good," Goku said as he laid Vegeta across Gohan's body.  "Vegeta can't ride Kinto'un, but he'll stay on if he's on top of Gohan.  Now for Goten and Trunks."

Luffa didn't understand any of it, so she kept an eye out for their enemies while Goku finished stacking Saiyans on top of the magic cloud.   At last, he was satisfied enough and send the cloud on its way.  

"Better take these guys to my house, Kinto'un!" Goku said.   "Chi-Chi'll know what to do with 'em!"

And the cloud suddenly took off into the sky, carrying its passengers like a miniature airplane.  

"What the hell was that thing?!" Luffa asked.  

"That was Kinto'un," Goku said simply.   "I'll explain later.   Right now we still gotta finish off the rest of them."

"Dibs on Majin Buu," Luffa said.  

"Aw, come on!" Goku said.  

"I've fought Cell four times already," Luffa said.   "I'm bored with him.   Besides, you've got a score to settle with him, don't you?"

Goku slammed his left fist into his right hand.   "Well, now that you mention it," he said more seriously, "yeah, I guess we do have some unfinished business."

"That's the spirit," Luffa said.  "Let's go."

*******

There was still the matter of the three Cell Juniors, but as Goku closed in on Cell, the creature's children moved to intercept.   This suited Goku, as he felt that he was leaving most of the work to Luffa.  

Years earlier, Cell had created a brood of Cell Juniors to attack Goku and his friends, in order to provoke Gohan into unleashing his full power.   It had frustrated Goku that he had been too exhausted and weak to put up more of a fight against the little monsters.  But that was before his training in Otherworld, before his battles with Majin Buu and Beerus the Destroyer.  Though he looked very much the same as he did when he fought Cell a dozen years ago, he was much stronger, and he proved it by taking on all three mini-Cells at once.  

With a furious yell, he struck one of them in the chest, stopping him in his tracks.  

Then he flipped in mid-air, and caught another one with a knee-strike.  

As he righted himself, Goku swung his right arm backward and struck the third with a back-elbow to the nose.  

While all three of them were stunned, he held out his hands toward two of the Cell Juniors and stared intently at the third.   With a sharp kiai shout, he fired white-hot streams of ki from both palms and his mouth.   The Cell Juniors were vaporized instantly.  

"Bravo, Goku," Cell called out to him.   He had uncrossed his arms to clap sarcastically.   "You've grown much stronger since our last meeting.   Perhaps you should've taken that senzu bean back then when I offered you the chance."

"I don't know how you came back, Cell," Goku shouted back.   "But you should know that you're no match for me now."

"Oh, I disagree, Goku," Cell replied.   "Your Super Saiyan sidekick over there did a real number on me before you showed up.  Given the chance, I'm sure she could have killed me in a one-on-one encounter.   Luckily, I had some help in this venture.   Your own son lent me a senzu bean to restore my injuries, making me stronger than ever before."

"It won't be enough, Cell," Goku said darkly.   Then he smiled.   "And this time, Gohan and the others ain't around to bail you out."

"True," Cell said.  "I did need their help, much as it pains me to admit it.   But now, their usefulness has ended.   Or did you think I was just standing here watching for no reason at all?"

Goku reached out with his senses, searching for some clue as to what Cell was talking about.   When he noticed it, his eyes went wide with shock.  "No!" he gasped.   "That energy!   You couldn't have!"

Cell chuckled as he raised his fists, which now crackled with swirls of white light.   "Oh, I have," he said triumphantly.   "Your little girlfriend up there really did a number on me, Goku, so I knew I would have to get creative if I was to have any chance of defeating her.   Fortunately for me, I am the perfect being, made from the cells of the greatest fighters in the universe, including your own.   So of course I would know the secret of your Spirit Bomb technique."

"That's impossible!" King Kai said, though only Goku could hear him at the moment.   "I invented that technique!   It can only be wielded by a righteous fighter, and against a wicked enemy!  Even if Cell could gather the energy, any Spirit Bomb he made from it would have no effect on you, Goku!  It'd probably just explode in his face!"

"You summoned energy from the Sun and all the life on Earth," Goku surmised.  "But you didn't channel it into a Spirit Bomb.   You just absorbed it into your own body."

Cell grinned.  "I should have known you'd figure it out, Goku!" he said.   He held up his hands and watched the energy dance on his fingertips.   "I was born with a complete knowledge of your battle with Vegeta.  You never had the chance to deploy your Spirit Bomb against him.   The best you could do was to transfer a sliver of its power to Krillin.  And when he accidentally launched it at Gohan, he was able to bounce it away, but Vegeta could not.  Oh, I've analyzed that battle countless times during my incubation underground.  Forming the Spirit Bomb itself would be tricky for me, but assimilating the energy?   Well it's no different from when I absorbed the bio-extract from those pathetic Earthlings in my imperfect form.  I knew it could work, but I never had the opportunity to try this before.   It was never worth the risk, but now that I've fallen under the influence of this... Demigra person.  Well, it seems I'm much more open to experimentation."

"Well, you've definitely got my interest, Cell," Goku said.   "Maybe Luffa shouldn't have been so hasty to call dibs on Majin Buu, but I still don't think this will be enough for you to win."

"By all means," Cell said.   "Let us put it to the test...!"

With that, the battle was joined.   Cell rushed at Goku with great speed, but Goku was ready for him, and blocked his initial strikes.  Both of them took to the skies, and there were thunderclaps all over the parkland they fought.  

*******

     [12 September Age 778.  Toki Toki City.]  

As the battle in Toki Toki City raged on, one Time Patroller had managed to stay out of the fray.  

She was a clerk, and while her service record indicated a substantial battle power, her usual duties involved processing supply requisitions and maintenance schedules.  When the fighting began, her supervisor was one of the first in the vicinity to be taken over by Demigra's magic.   Utter chaos followed, and all of the drills and battle preparation seminars had become completely useless.  

Cut off from anyone who could help her or give her useful instructions, the Time Patroller known as No. 44 fell back on her instincts, and struck out on her own.  

She had no real plan, other than to find a safe place to consider her next move.  Fortunately for her, there was enough action in the city that no one seemed interested in pursuing her.   And so as long as she stayed out of sight and didn't draw any attention to herself, she would be all right.  

44 had studied the layout of her office complex very carefully, and knew of a number of service corridors and access tunnels.  She followed them to a maintenance hallway built under the street, which led to the boiler room of one of the apartment complexes.  The further along she went, the fewer signs of life she found.   Everyone was moving into the streets to fight in the open.  Even the workmen who used the service tunnels when she had explored them in the past were long gone today.  

She didn't know what frightened her more: Fighting one of Demigra's unwilling minions, or becoming one herself.   The last thing she wanted to find in the tunnels was a workman glowing purple with a hateful red glow in his eyes.  Even as it seemed less likely that she would run into anything like that, the dread in 44's heard seemed to weigh on her like a heavy burden.  

At last, she reached her destination, and had to ascend above the street level.  It was still safer in the buildings, and the apartment complexes seemed to be nearly deserted, but 44 was still anxious about it.  As she climbed the stairwell, she could hear low rumblings from outside, and worried that the entire building might collapse around her.  Even the loud echo of her footsteps on the concrete was unnerving to her.  She considered flying, but decided against it, in case anyone might sense her ki.  

She reached the 15th floor and hastily moved through the halls, counting off the room numbers on the doors as she went.   When she found 1557, she took a deep breath and used an access key she had misappropriated from one of the maintenance crews.  She had held on to it just in case, but had never used it until now.  If it didn't work, she would have to risk forcing the door, and she didn't like that idea at all.  

The gentle 'click' inside the door jamb was almost sublime against the rush of her pulse and the din of the battle outside.  Holding her breath, she pushed open the door, and stepped inside.  

There was nothing particularly important to be found.  It was an apartment, no different from any of the others in the four complexes in Toki Toki City.  44 noticed how similar the architecture was to her own quarters, which made the decor seem a bit more surreal, like she had returned to her own apartment and found someone had replaced and rearranged everything.  

The main section of the apartment was the kitchen/dining area on the left, and the living room on the right.   The kitchen was a cluttered with utensils and cookware, a sort of "organized mess".  Yellow towels hung near the sink, and a pile of recipe cards lay in the corner.   The refrigerator was bare.  There was a magnet on the door which might have been used to pin something up like a note or a photo, but it was there alone, making the emptiness of the space seem even more profound.  

The living room was decorated with a more apparent sense of aesthetic.   A pair of canvases hung on the wall, each coated in black and red pigments.  The compositions were reminiscent of tree branches in winter, but the color scheme made them look more like blood vessels in deep space.  The furniture was also in various shades of black and red, including a candy dish made of red-tinted glass.   This was filled with peppermints.  Several dog-eared issues of "CAR" magazine lay on the sofa.

44 thought she would feel more at ease in this place, but instead she felt like an intruder.  After a minute or two, she decided to explore the rest of the apartment.  

The first bedroom she found was practically empty.  There was only a bed and a wardrobe.   Dirty laundry lay scattered on the floor, and there were dried bloodstains on the white sheets.   The yellow pants and black compression shirts made it plain that this was where Luffa slept, or at least tried to sleep.  

44 stood in the empty room for a while, sat on the bed.  She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth for a while, trying to shut out the sounds of battle in the distance.   She felt foolish for coming here, and yet she didn't know where else to go.  She had only met Luffa a few times, but she was all 44 had in Toki Toki City.   And in her fear, that tenuous connection seemed to justify almost anything.  

Eventually, she grew frustrated enough to get up from the bed and look around.  The second bedroom was more properly furnished.   The four-poster bed was black with red sheets and a red-and-black quilt.  Several plush animals were piled up in the bed, and it was because of these that 44 did not notice that someone was sleeping there.  

"Oh!" she yelped once she finally spotted Luffa's roommate.  She had heard of Jayncho, but had never met her before.  The Majin woman lay on her back, oblivious to the world around her, or the terrible battle that raged less than one hundred meters away.  Nor had she been disturbed by 44's entry  into the apartment, or by 44 turning on the light to explore her bedroom.  

44 knew that Majins were sound sleepers, and that their sleep cycles were long and strange.  The Time Patrol had them on an unusual duty shift for this reason, but by now, every other Majin in the city was surely responding to the attack.   And yet Jayncho was still asleep.  

"I... I'm sorry," 44 said.   She didn't know why she was talking to Jayncho when she knew she couldn't hear the words.  On some level, 44 supposed that she expected the Majin to be awake by now, and couldn't accept the fact that she was sleeping through everything that was happening.   On some other level, 44 found herself envying Jayncho.  At least she had a measure of peace that 44 couldn't find.  

She backed away from Jayncho's bed and sat down on the floor, leaning against the far wall, near the door.   There, she buried her face in her hands.  "I don't know what I expected," she said.  "I just... I didn't know what to do or where to go, or who to turn to, so I came here.   And I knew Luffa wouldn't be here.  I can't sense her energy, so she must be off fighting someplace else.   Or she's... already dead..."

The mere thought of it brought 44 to tears, and she regretted ever saying it out loud.   "What a joke," she groaned.  "I came all this way, just for her, and... what if I never see her again?  What if this is it?   What if I end up dying in all of this?  She'll never even know... I should have told her when I had the chance, but I couldn't.  I mean... how do you even bring up something like that?"

Jayncho made a quiet snore, but gave no other response.  

"I guess that's what made me want to come here.   I thought... if she's still out there, then she might swing by here eventually, and I could stay here and wait for her, or leave a note or something... Gahhh... I don't know.  I just thought, this might be my only chance.   And she might hate me for it, but at least she would know...  But she's not here and you are, and I don't know what the point of any of it was!"

44 covered her face with her hands and leaned into her knees and screamed with frustration.  "She might hate me," she grumbled.   "Oh, sure, like she wouldn't hate me right now.   A war shows up on my doorstep and I run away like a coward.  I'm pretty sure that's doesn't win much respect with Saiyans, does it?   Arrgh... I should just walk outside and hope a stray energy blast puts me out of my misery."

She leaned over and lay down on the carpet, curled up in a fetal position.  As she lay there, counting the red fibers and struggling with her own fear and shame, 44 noticed strands of brown hair.    She held one up and sat up to look at it more closely.  

"This is fur from a Saiyan tail," she said after a moment.  "I mean, it has to be, right?  So... I guess she must have spent some time in here, huh?"

She looked over at Jayncho, who did not move or respond.  

"She must talk to you a lot," 44 said.   "Maybe I should ask you about her when you're awake."

"No, she only really hangs out in here while I'm asleep."

44 was so startled by the sound of another voice that she nearly slammed the back of her head into the wall.  It took her a moment to realize it was Jayncho speaking, and then she blurted out: "You were awake this whole time?!"

"No, I'm not awake," Jayncho said.  

44 got up and stepped closer to the bed.  Jayncho's eyes were closed, and she did indeed appear to be sleeping.  It was as if she had said nothing.   Then she noticed something moving on Jayncho's bare shoulder.  

There was a second mouth on her skin.   And it was moving.  

"Sometimes I can hear things while I'm asleep," it said.   "And I talk back.  It's like a dream."

"I'm sorry," 44 said.   "I had no idea... I didn't mean to disturb you, and... I..."

"You're not bothering me,"  Jayncho said.   "You couldn't wake me up if you tried.  Luffa can't either.   I think she likes to talk to me while I sleep, because she's not comfortable talking about her problems with other people.  It's easier for her to say things to someone who won't hear it."

"But you can hear me," 44 said.  

"Sure, but Luffa doesn't know that.  And I forget it all when I wake up."

"This... this is so weird," 44 said.  

"You're wrong about her, you know." Jayncho said.  

"What?"

"Luffa, I mean.  She doesn't hate you.  She gets scared too.   I think she'd understand whatever you're going through.  And whatever it is you want to tell her, I don't think she'd hate you for that either."

"How can you be so sure?" 44 asked.  She sounded hopeful when she said it, even though she wanted to make it sound skeptical.  

"She's nice to me," Jayncho said.   "A lot of people around here think I'm weird.   I guess I am weird.  I'm not trying to be.   No one wanted to live with me in this apartment.  That never bothered me much, but Luffa seemed okay about it.  I don't think she had anywhere else to go, but she wasn't complaining about it or anything.   And she baked me a cake."

"What does cake have to do with it?" 44 asked.

"I like cake," Jayncho said simply.  "I don't know.  She gets along with me, sort of.  Most people wouldn't even try, and I didn't notice it until she moved in with me.   So... maybe it's the same with you.  Give her a chance."

44 didn't know what to say to that.   There was a long silence in the bedroom, interrupted only by the rumble of the battle outside.

"Unless you stole her stuff or something like that," Jayncho finally added.   "I mean, maybe she would hate you.  I don't know what you might have done to her."

"I didn't do anything to her," 44 insisted.  

"Good, then it should be fine." Jayncho said.   "Is she here?  Go ask her if she'll bake another cake.  It makes the whole apartment smell good."

"She's not here," 44 said.  "It... Look, you really need to wake up. Something terrible is going on outside, and they need your help..."

But as 44 spoke, she noticed the mouth on Jayncho's shoulder was gone.  She called out to Jayncho a few times, but there was no response.

And so 44 sat down by the wall, and tried to ignore the noises outside.

*******

While 44 took refuge in Luffa's apartment, Trunks was fighting his way to the retaining wall that separated the city from the massive hourglass that floated in the center.  Standing along the wall were several Time Patrollers under Demigra's control, and from their black cloaks and arcane chanting, Trunks was certain that it was part of Demigra's plan. When several Saiyan Time Patrollers moved to intercept him, Trunks was sure he was on the right track.  

"Back off," Trunks said.  "I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt us?!" Laddis scoffed.  "You think you're something special?  We're Super Saiyans just like you, only you're outnumbered, chump!"

"I know that," Trunks said.   "So when I beat you, I won't be able to do it as quickly and painlessly as I took out the others."

He didn't bother to explain the rest.  Talking to them was pointless, since there was only one way he knew of to break the spell.  Trunks moved so fast that they didn't realize what he was doing.   He cut a wide arc with his sword, but didn't actually hit anything.   Instead, a yellow glow appeared along the path of his strike, and it spread outward like a ripple in a pond.   When it made contact with three of Laddis' group, they were knocked back and dropped out of the sky like stones.  

Even as this was happening, Trunks twirled and spun towards the rest of them.  He caught another one with his boot, then another with the pommel of his sword, then he spun around and drove his elbow into Laddis' face.  

This wasn't enough to bring them all down, however, and so he brought the edge of his sword into play.  Like a master chef, he weaved and slashed and darted around each of them.   To an outside observer, it seemed as though he was cutting them all to ribbons.  

But when he was finished, they all ended up with only shallow cuts on non-vital areas.  The results were still painful enough that they all cried out and clutched at their wounds with their hands.   And this was the opening Trunks needed.  

He tossed his sword in the air, then held out his hands.   With blinding speed, he moved his hands and fingers in a series of complex gestures, then brought them together and launched a powerful ki blast into the entire group.  

They were knocked unconscious as soon as the attack connected.   So certain was Trunks in his assault that he did not pause to make sure they were beaten.   Instead, he ascended, punching his way through another few enemy Patrollers before catching his sword in his hand as it fell back down from when he had tossed it earlier.  

There were others to fight, but each one Trunks overcame only reassured him that this was the correct strategy.  If Demigra's "chorus" were unimportant, then he wouldn't have his other slaves defending them so vigorously.  

He could sense the others.  Ziko and Hakusa had warned him about this, and they were right.  More and more of the Time Patrollers were being converted to Demigra's side.   It was like a shadow had fallen over the collective ki of the Time Patrol.   The ones who remained free continued to fight on, undaunted by the odds, but he knew that their time was running out.  

At last, Trunks fought his way to the retaining wall, and grabbed one of the cloaked Patrollers who stood upon it.  

"Baah cli dushh cli tuul, siid narsh plonn siess elech-- Hey!"

Trunks was shocked to find Taino under the hood of the cloak.  By now, it was clear that no one was safe from the effects of Demigra's spell, but it still unnerved him to see such a cheerful and good-natured Patroller singing ancient demon rites.   Yet he did not hesitate to strike, and knocked her off the retaining wall with a single punch.  

This drew the attention of the other cloaked figures, and they all turned to face him and raised their hands to attack.  

"That's right," Trunks said.   "Whatever you guys are up to, it's not happening until you deal with me first!"

He counted twelve of them, not including Taino, who appeared to be neutralized.   One of them, a Namekian named Bubbex, extended his arms and tried to grab Trunks' sword arm.  He avoided this by leaping onto the large cog that rotated beneath the great hourglass, surrounded by the retaining wall.  It turned slowly enough that Trunks could stand his ground and strike in any direction and hit one of his foes.  

An Earthwoman named Kate fired a Kamehameha at him, but Trunks was able to deflect this with his sword and send her tumbling off the wall and into the city.   Pima pounced at him like a tiger, but Trunks had already fought stronger Saiyans and won.  He simply rolled with Pima's lunge and drove his boots into the young man's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him.  

Above Trunks, the sand in the hourglass still glowed purple, but not as intensely as before.   He hoped that this was a good sign.  

"You've got to fight it!" Trunks told them.  "Demigra is using you!  I'll do everything I can, but I need your help!"

"Baah cli dushh cli tuul," sang Nema, an Earthling shapeshifter.   Trunks had never seen her true form, but her present appearance was similar to the warriors of the Demon World.   She stalked toward him with murderous intent.  

"Siid narsh plonn siess elech phol," sang Goma, a green Majin.  He was normally so quiet and soft-spoken.  Seeing him in this state stoked the fires of Trunks' rage.  

"All of you, stop it!" Trunks shouted.   Stop it now!"

With a rising scream, Trunks clenched his fists and raised his power level further, until at last he released a wave of concussive force outward from his body.  He knocked all of them from the retaining wall and stood unchallenged on the surface of the cog.  

"I'm through fooling around," he said.  "If I have to kill you guys to put a stop to this, then I'll just have to use the Dragon Balls to wish you all back.  But this ends here!"

For a few seconds, there was relative quiet, save for the sounds of battle in the distance.  Trunks scanned the view in all directions, waiting for anyone to climb up on the wall again to defy him.  

Soon enough, he spotted a few of them floating up to try again.

"Baah cli dushh cli tuul," sang Imai, a Namekian

"Siid narsh plonn siess elech phol," sang Goma, in spite of the pain Trunks had just inflicted upon him.  

Trunks waited until several of them were in position, then fired off another energy wave to knock them away.   But they kept coming, and in greater numbers.   It made no sense to him, as he was sure that he had put enough power into his attacks to incapacitate at least some of them.  

Then he noticed that thirteen of them had risen up to defy him.  He knew he had knocked Taino out, at the very least, but then he noticed it wasn't the same face under the cloak this time.  

"Baah cli dushh cli tuul," sang Ziko, who had taken Taino's place in the chorus.  

As Trunks realized the implications of this, he felt someone grabbing his leg from the edge of the cog he was standing on.  He looked down to find Hakusa, wedged between two of the cog's teeth.  She looked up at him and smiled.

"Siid narsh plonn siess elech phol," she sang.  The red glow in her eyes shone through the lens of the scouter she wore.  

The chorus grew louder as more Time Patrollers climbed up to join in.   As Trunks prepared to fight them off, he spotted Taino again.  She was dazed and disoriented, but one of the others had dragged her back into position and she wearily raised her arms to join them in their task.   Above him, the sand in the hourglass burned brighter.  

And then he heard loud crack, and saw a hairline fracture in the glass.  

Around him, the massive cogs began to slow down, ever so slightly, but enough that they began to strain against one another, producing a low, metallic whine.

"Dammit!" Trunks shouted.  "Damn it all!"

He raised his hand to the communicator earpiece he wore at all times.   "This is Trunks," he said.   "If there's anyone left, I need you to get to my position as soon as you can.  Repeat!  If there's anyone left--"

He was cut off by louder noises in the gears.   The cracks in the hourglass grew longer, and more numerous.  Soon, the sand inside glowed bright enough to illuminate the entire city.  Trunks didn't bother to repeat his call.  If there was anyone left to help him, they wouldn't be able to miss what was about to happen.  

Around him, the chorus chanted louder, and more fervently.   Trunks held his sword in both hands.   He was desperate now.  Desperate enough that he was prepared to slaughter all of them if it meant stopping whatever was about to happen.  And yet, some inner doubt stayed his hand.  The thought of his master Gohan's dead body, murdered by Gero's cyborgs, but betrayed by Trunks' failure and weakness.   And so while his mind knew that he had to take action, his heart caused him to delay.  

Then the hourglass finally succumbed to the energy building up inside.  Beams of violet light shone from the cracks in the glass, and at last, the entire structure burst apart like a raw egg in a microwave.

Trunks was able to shield himself from the blast, but there was nothing he could do but watch and wait for the dust to clear.  The city fell silent now.   The enchanted Time Patrollers fell silent, and simply stared up into the space where the hourglass had once been.  

At last, Trunks could make out an unmistakable figure.  

Demigra had arrived in Toki Toki City.

"Ah, Trunks," he said.   "How good to finally meet you in person."

*******

     [12 September, Age 778.  Earth.]  

While Goku fought Cell, Luffa renewed her campaign against Majin Buu.   The childish version of Buu had dominated Luffa during a recent Time Patrol mission, but she had become stronger since that encounter.   Now, she had enough power to destroy Buu's flesh, putting a hard limit on his seemingly endless regeneration ability.  

That still left Luffa with a tough job, as Majin Buu remained pliable and unpredictable, with no discrete organs or joints to target.   And now that he understood that Luffa could deal him lasting damage, he began to fight more carefully, using defensive tactics instead of attacking with reckless abandon.  

"Kakarot's not too bad," Luffa muttered as she powered through Buu's offense.  With his allies removed, he was now resorting to guided ki blasts to contain Luffa instead of the Cell Juniors and ki ghosts from before.   But it wasn't enough to stop her from smashing through and delivering a punch to his flat snout.    

"Yeah, that trick with the ki blast from his feet, and the way he took down those little blue bug things.   The old man might be almost as strong as I am!"

"Rrraaagghhh!" Buu screamed as he began his counterattack.  Luffa couldn't block every blow, but then, she didn't need to.  She was willing to take a few hits in order to keep him close.  

"You're not so bad yourself, kid," Luffa teased.  As she spoke, blood from her nose trickled down into her lips, but this only seemed to fan the flames of her aggression.   "Demigra was smart, sending you after me, and giving you all that backup.  He must have seen how bad you worked me over before, and thought this would be enough to tip the scales."

Suddenly, she snagged his arm after taking a punch, and she swung her legs up to Buu's chest.   As she planted her boots on his ribs and neck, she began to yank on his wrist, as though attempting to pull his arm off.   Normally, Kid Buu might have allowed her to do this, just to amuse himself by turning the arm into a worm-like appendage, or letting the flesh melt through her fingers as he attacked with the rest of his body.   But he had already seen what damage she could wreak upon an isolated limb, and so he struggled to shake her off of himself.

"There's just one problem with his strategy!" Luffa shouted as she wrapped her tail around Buu's other arm.   He extended his legs in order to kick at her, but it wasn't enough to discourage her.  Then she applied her ki to pushing them both to the ground at tremendous speed.

They crashed hard enough to make a crater in the parkland, and Luffa still didn't let go.  Buu began to thrash violently in her grip, but he still couldn't shake her loose.  

"See, if Demigra was stronger than you, Buu, he would have taken me on himself.   But he didn't, so now I know he's no match for me, and since you couldn't get the job done, then that means I'm still alive to make him regret it!"

At last, Buu shifted his tactics, extending his trapped arm, and grasping Luffa's face.    He could only scream, but his message was clear: Release me or smother.

Luffa's counter to this was to narrow her eyes and charge her hands with an energy that made her hands glow like hot coals.

As smoke began to billow from Buu's arm, he gave in to panic.   If he tore himself away from the arm, he would surely lose it, and bring himself one step closer to destruction.  But if he didn't, then Luffa's attack would damage even more of his mass.  And yet, there was still a chance he could suffocate Luffa before it was too late.  

Unaccustomed to such life or death decisions, Majin Buu opted to stay on the attack.   With his will bound to Demigra's magic, and his enemy in peril, he could do no less.

If this troubled Luffa, she didn't show it.  

As Buu's arm burned away, he continued to struggle, both with Luffa and with the pain.   At last, he could take no more, and he opened his mouth to release a ki blast at her.   In an instant, the crater they were in was filled with a pink light, tinged black from the soot and ash kicked up from the explosion.

For a moment, there was only the cacophony of the battle between Goku and Cell.  From the crater, there was nothing.  The ground in and around it had been turned to glass.   Then, a crack appeared, and Majin Buu emerged, like a infant bird hatching from a giant egg.  

He was dazed, and his arm and shoulder were gone, with only a charred patch of flesh on his chest where they had once been.   He struggled to regenerate the lost limb, but could only manage to sprout a tiny stub.  Flecks of pink matter spilled out of the wound, floating up and away from him like puffs of steam.

In spite of his injury, he quickly regained his bearings, and stared at the ground near his feet, searching for any sign of Luffa, dead or alive.  

After a moment, he stepped toward a certain spot, held out his remaining arm, and fired a ki blast at the vitrified dirt.   When he saw Luffa lying prone and unresponsive underneath, his impish face twisted into a vicious smile.  

With a gleeful cackle, he extended his arm and grabbed Luffa by the pant leg, hauling her up into the air and dangling her so that her head was level with his own.

Thrilled at his apparent victory, Kid Buu swung his head tentacle forward, and began to slap it across Luffa's face.   When she gave no reaction, he howled with laughter, then tried it again.  

It was all very amusing to Buu, until her eyes suddenly snapped open.  

Before he could realize what was happening, Luffa pursed her lips and spit something into his eyes and mouth.   It was like a stream of glowing yellow mist, and Buu screamed with pain as soon as it made contact.  

He released Luffa so that he could use his hand to wipe the offensive material from his eyes.  It covered him like phosphorescent paint, and after a moment's exposure, it began to burn.  

When Buu let go of Luffa, she did not drop.   Instead, she hung in the air, upside down, and slowly rotated to an upright position.   She regarded Buu for a moment, then turned her head and spit.  

"Yeah, let's see you fight with face full of that," she said.   "Final round, squirt."

And she commenced her attack.   Wounded and burning, Majin Buu still managed to put up some semblance of a defense, but this was all he could manage.  The ki Luffa had spit on him was burning his throat even as it stung his eyes and nostrils.  As he struggled, his usual shrieks and laughter were replaced with pathetic coughs and gagging noises.    

Luffa was the only one laughing now.  

She was relentless, for nothing short of that would win the battle.  Given time to recover, Majin Buu could eventually restore himself completely, and reverse all of the gains she had made against him.  So she refused to give him any respite.   She hammered at him with punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and ki blasts, pausing only to bat aside his good arm whenever it got in her way.  When she was satisfied with her efforts, she stepped back, and held up her hands on her left side.  

"Gallick Gun...." she said just before launching a column of purple energy into Buu's upper body.  

When the attack subsided, there was only a flash of purple streaking into the upper atmosphere, and Buu's torso and legs, which collapsed into a pile of pink goo in the grass.  

Luffa stepped up to the quivering mass and knelt down beside it.   "You're a tough bastard all right.   That knocked Demigra's magic out of you, but you're still alive."

The pink blob swirled around, occasionally forming an eye to glare hatefully at Luffa, or a mouth to moan and snarl at her.  

"Well, that's it, then," Luffa said as she lowered her hand over the puddle of Buu.  "I guess if I destroy this piece, there won't be anything left to worry about-- huh?"

As she charged her hand to attack, the pink liquid suddenly shrank and faded into the soil.  Luffa realized her mistake at once.  Even in this pathetic condition, Buu could still move, and he was probably more mobile as a fluid, since he could travel through the ground like rainwater.   But what she didn't understand was where he thought he could go.   What refuge could he hope to find in this place--?

"Kakarot!" she called out.  

*******

     [20 April, Age 850.  Toki Toki City.]  

"How did you do it?!" Trunks demanded.   "How were you able to cast your dark magic into Toki Toki City?!"

Demigra made a slight chuckle before responding.  "You seriously expect me to explain it to you, Trunks?" he asked.   "Or are you stalling for time, hoping your friends will find some way to unravel my victory?"

"Neither," Trunks said with a defiant smirk.  "It's just that I'll need to write a full report on the breach in security.  And we'll need to know exactly what went wrong so that we can prevent it in the future."  He brandished his sword and added.  "So I want to get as much information from you as I can, before I kill you."

"Confident as ever, I see," Demigra said.  "Very well, I'll deign to answer your question, Trunks.   I've been awaiting this day for so long, it will be gratifying to tell someone else how it became possible."

Before he continued, he glanced down at the crowd standing in the city below.   He snapped his fingers, and one of the Time Patrollers, Percel, floated up to his side, holding a bottle of water.   Demigra received it from him, and then dismissed Percel with a gesture.  

"Pardon me," Demigra said.  "Revenge is such thirsty work.  Would you care to join me in a toast?"

"Get on with it, Demigra," Trunks said impatiently.  

"It was that duo from before," he began.  "Towa and her patchwork husband.  Mira, I believe he was called.  They provided me with the final pieces to the puzzle.  Towa could use magic to manipulate warriors, making them stronger and more aggressive.  But she couldn't control them completely.  I, on the other hand, could do far more, and so I refined her spell into something more suitable for my purposes.  Frieza was my first test, and he performed quite well."

"Frieza?" Trunks said.  "I thought Piccolo was the first one you tried to control.  After we defeated Towa!"

"That was what I wanted you to think," Demigra said.  "Towa was interfering with history to gather energy for her trifling experiments, but in doing so, she also disrupted the seal which kept me confined to the Crack of Time, where your beloved Chronoa had banished me long ago.  I needed more to escape, but I knew you would defeat her eventually, and so I used what little contact I had with the outside universe to control Frieza during his battle on Namek.  When that attempt worked in my favor, I allowed Towa's scheme to play out."

"If Towa was helping you," Trunks asked.  "Then why did you help Luffa thwart Towa's attempt to erase me from history?"

"Simple," Demigra said.  "He paused to take a sip of water and licked his lips with delight.   "Lovely.  I haven't eaten or drank anything in seventy-five million years.  You can't imagine what that's like.   But back to your question.  I wanted Towa to continue meddling with history, but only so I could escape and seize the Time Nest for myself.  If I had allowed Towa to erase your existence, then it would change the entire history of the Time Nest itself.  Mechikabura would still be alive without you to defeat him for me, and Chronoa might have organized a Time Patrol very different from the one we have today.  That would disrupt my plans, and so I had to send my mirage to intervene.   You're welcome, by the way."

"Get on with it, Demigra," Trunks said.  

"Fine.   Once your existence had been secured, and Towa's operation was neutralized, I began to test my influence over history's mightiest fighters.   Frieza, then Piccolo, then Majin Buu.  The Time Patrol stopped me at every turn, but those were only minor setbacks.  I needed to gauge your strength, and adjust my strategy."  

"So when your spell didn't work on Lord Beerus," Trunks said, "you had to come up with a new plan."

"My spell did work on Beerus," Demigra said with a dry laugh.  "Just not in the way you expected.  I never intended to control him directly.  But I knew his unmitigated arrogance would allow me to manipulate him to do my bidding just as well."

"That's nonsense!" Trunks said.  "Lord Beerus was onto you from the start, and once he saw what you tried to do, he wanted to destroy you."

"My point exactly," Demigra said. "Since he couldn't catch me, he went to Toki Toki City instead.   And during his visit, he left something of mine behind."

The realization hit Trunks harder than any blow he had sustained in the battle thus far.  "No..." was all he could say.  

Demigra laughed.   "You remember the Majin Emblem I smuggled into the Time Nest, don't you?" he asked.   "I could never bring such an explosive power directly into the Time Nest, but it was child's play to smuggle it in on Luffa's hand.  I used the same trick on Beerus.  That kickball transferred my magic to his body, but not to control him.   Beerus was able to resist my influence, but he neglected to purge it from his divine personage.  And as soon as he was in this city, it departed from him and carried out it's true purpose."

"Then you took control of one of the Time Patrollers," Trunks said.  "And you've been using them to spread your spell to the rest!"

"I knew Chronoa could never allow Beerus to wait here to destroy me himself.   Such a confrontation would annihilate the Time Nest.  Somehow, she would have to convince him to leave the matter to the Time Patrol.   Once he departed, my victory was assured!"

"Assured, huh?" Trunks said.   "If you were so confident, then what was the point of that time incursion you pulled before you came here?"

"I needed one last destabilization of the timestream," Demigra explained.  "One more push to allow me to breach this city's defenses.   And with my Time Patrollers active on the inside, it was simple to have them fetch versions of Frieza, Cell, and Buu from your Parallel Quest system, and send them back in time to West City on Earth.  And since the disruption originated near the Time Nest, it made my arrival that much easier to accomplish."

"That's all, then?" Trunks asked.  "It had nothing at all to do with getting Luffa out of the city long enough for you to make your move?  Because I was getting the distinct impression that she had you worried, Demigra."

"Were you?" Demigra scoffed.  "You'd do well not to confuse caution with cowardice, Trunks.  I have planned for this day for seventy-five million years.  I left nothing to chance, including your struggle with Towa, and the wish you made on the Dragon Balls to deal with it.  What was it you asked of Shenron?   'Give me a strong ally.  Someone with the kind of power to help me defend time itself.'  I believe that was what you said."

"Something like that," Trunks replied.  

"I couldn't dare ignore an ally like that," Demigra said.  "From what I've seen, Luffa is little more than a distraction, like Towa.  But the fact remains that Shenron granted your wish, and she is powerful.   I couldn't dismiss that, and so I used the wish against you, Trunks.  By sending those villains to the Earth's past, I created another disruption in history, which required her attention.   And so Luffa is defending time itself.  It just so happens that she's left the Time Nest defenseless in the process."

"You think you've worked out all the angles, Demigra," Trunks said, "but you've underestimated us."

"Please.  Don't bore me with empty rhetoric about the 'true power of the Saiyans'," Demigra muttered.   "Your warrior race's entire history is barely a footnote in the cosmic procession.  And your pitiful 'legends' mean even less to me."

"But Shenron sent me a Super Saiyan," Trunks said.  "And that got your attention, didn't it?  You said it yourself.  You couldn't dismiss that."

"And so I removed her from the board," Demigra said.   "Even if she can defeat my forces, by the time she prevails, there will be no Time Patrol to return to.   Face it, Trunks.  Your 'Legendary Super Saiyan' isn't coming to save you this time."

"And that's it right there," Trunks said.  "That's your fatal flaw, Demigra.  You say you've been planning this for millions of years?  Well, I think all that time has made you lose sight of the details.  I didn't wish for an ally to save me.   I asked Shenron for an ally to help me.   You just assumed I needed someone stronger than me to fight my battles for me, but that was never it at all.   I just needed someone on my level, who could handle things when I was busy elsewhere.   Like 'defending time' while I handle an invasion."

"You?" Demigra scoffed.  "I've already won, Trunks.   Your troops now serve me.   What is there left for you to 'handle'?"

"Your execution," Trunks said.  "Forget the legends, Demigra.  You see, you're about to fight a real Super Saiyan.  And I'm not talking about Luffa."

With that, Trunks began to scream, and as his ki increased, the golden aura around his body began to expand and flash like a firestorm.  

"Such useless bravado in the face of certain defeat," Demigra said with a smirk.   I shall have to--!"

There was no warning, no hint of an attack.   One moment Demigra was speaking while Trunks was floating in front of him.   In the next, Trunks had closed the distance between them, and his sword was now embedded into Demigra's torso.  The point of the blade poked out of his back, while the hilt was pressed against his abdomen.  

Trunks, still holding the sword, looked up at Demigra, and narrowed his eyes.   Then he screamed again.

*******

     [12 September, Age 778.  Earth.]  

Cell was just as skilled a fighter as he had been the last time Goku had fought him.   And despite Goku's estimations, it seemed that the Spirit Bomb had improved Cell's power a great deal.  It was a testament to Cell's design.    Long after he would have thought Cell to be an obsolete contender, the creature had managed to adapt and improve himself using the abilities and traits that had been part of him all along.  Dr. Gero would have been proud of his ultimate weapon, if he were still alive to see it in action.  

The real challenge was Cell's fighting technique.   As a boy, Goku had trained under Kami, whose assistant, Mr. Popo, once created a doll to serve as a sparring partner.   The doll was mystically animated, and it could mimic Goku's power and movements perfectly.   Fighting with Cell was almost the same experience, except that Cell could not imitate and anticipate not just Goku's movements, but those of Vegeta, Piccolo, and Frieza as well.

But Goku had learned from his loss to Cell twelve years ago.  When he began training in Otherworld, his first goal was to study every aspect of his defeat, and overcome those weaknesses.   This was what separated Gero's androids from true martial artists.  When Cell wanted to improve, he simply fed upon innocent people, or absorbed one of the other androids, or he fell back on the genetic traits and computer data that were built into his design.  A monster like him could never truly achieve the kind of fighting perfection that he liked to brag about.   Goku knew this as fact.  His son had proven it at the Cell Games, and Goku himself would prove it again here.  

Cell had been one step ahead of Goku for most of this battle.  Always blocking at just the right moments, always striking at any opening.   He had been keeping up with everything Goku had done, but only because Goku had allowed him to do so.   He needed to see what Cell could do with this increased power, and so he allowed Cell the illusion of fighting the same Son Goku he had defeated at the Cell Games, with the same moves and reactions that Goku would have had on that day.  

What fascinated Goku was that Cell was completely unbothered by this.  After a few minutes, he should have at least gotten suspicious.  Vegeta or Piccolo certainly would have.   Neither the Supreme Kai of Time, nor Luffa, knew how Cell, Frieza, and Majin Buu had come back.   But it seemed likely that they were somehow collected from history, snatched from the end of their lifetimes, and brought to this day and age.  That would explain how Cell didn't seem to notice that Goku had changed over the years.   From Cell's perspective, it was still the day of the Cell Games, and only a few hours at most had passed.  

Realizing this, Goku was satisfied with what he had learned, and so he gave Cell a taste of the Goku of Today.   He sidestepped a punch and used Instant Transmission to vanish from Cell's sight.   Cell spun around to catch Goku as he rematerialized, but instead Goku appeared above him, and landed a kick on the side of Cell's head.  

"What--?!" Cell gasped.  

He recovered quickly, but fell for the same trap.  Goku lured him in, then ducked under Cell's kick and threw a kick of his own, sweeping Cell's other leg out from under him.    As Cell tumbled, Goku fired a ki blast into his chest.  

"You're not--!" Cell snarled.  "You aren't supposed to be doing this!"

"Something wrong, Cell?" Goku asked.   "You don't seem to be enjoying this like you were before."

"You fool!" Cell shouted.   "I'll show you--!"

He lunged for Goku, only to be foiled again.   This time, Goku stood his ground, and caught Cell as he ran into him.  Then, with a furious shout, Goku arched his back and dropped Cell with a belly-to-belly suplex.  

"What?!" Cell gasped.  "Where did you learn to do this?!"

"The Grand Kai Planet," Goku said.  "Some of these moves don't suit me too well, but I still learned 'em, just in case they might come in handy.   Here's another one..."

As Cell scrambled to his feet, Goku threw out his hands and yelled.    Cell was blown back by an invisible wave of force, not strong enough to hurt him, but powerful enough to move him against his will.  He groaned and then braced himself from another wave, crossing his chitinous arms over his face.  

"These tricks of yours are nothing, Goku!" Cell sneered.   "My skills are unmatched!"

"You're behind the times, Cell," Goku teased.   "Here's one my son taught me."

He held out his hands, and a ring of yellow light appeared, and expanded to two meters across.  Then the ring shot out toward Cell, stopping just over his head.  Before Cell could react, the ring descended over his chest, and quickly shrank, wrapping him tightly and pinning his arms to his sides.  

"What... is this... supposed to be?!" Cell demanded.  

"Galactic Donut!" Goku said with a smirk.  "Goten and Trunks told me it didn't work very well on Majin Buu, but that only figures, since he can change his shape however he wants.  But against someone like you, Cell?  Well, that's a whole other story."  

"Ridiculous!" Cell shouted.   "This puny ring of yours can't hold me!"

But Cell could not break free, no matter how hard he strained against his bonds.  As he struggled in vain, Goku positioned himself and readied a Kamehameha.

"Just hold that pose, Cell," Goku said.   "This will all be over real soon."

"No!" Cell protested.   "I should have more than enough power to deal with the likes of you!  I sensed it!  The ki you're putting out doesn't compare with what I absorbed, combined with what I already had!"

"That's where you're wrong, Cell," Goku said.   "Not too long ago, I got a taste of something called 'Super Saiyan God.'   It didn't last very long, but my body remembered that power and I can still tap into a little bit of it when I need to.  Why else would I be able to handle you in my Super Saiyan form, when Gohan had to surpass the Super Saiyan to beat you before?"

"Super... Saiyan... God?!" Cell sputtered.  "What are you blathering about?!"

"The trick to godly ki is that you can't sense that power, not with the kind of senses we're used to using, anyway.   So when you look at me, you can only see a portion of my power.   Maybe most of it, but there's still that little bit you can't sense, and that's the part that makes the difference."

"Y-you're bluffing!" Cell said.   "This is just a trick, like when you surrendered to me before!"

"Sorry, Cell, but this time, you don't get your way.   And don't bother using Instant Transmission.  That Galactic Donut will just follow you wherever you go, and I'll be right behind you."

"No, this can't be happening!"

Goku was ready to fire, but before he could, something leaped out from the shadows and tackled him.  The Kamehameha went wild, launching up into the sky at an angle so steep that it would have never hit anything.   And the figure who ambushed Goku kept him on the ground, struggling to hold him.  

"You - don't - escape, you - miserable....monkey!"

The voice was unmistakable, and as Goku wrestled free of his assailant he knew exactly who it was, though he didn't understand how.   He put some distance between them, then charged his Super Saiyan aura to illuminate the area.  

"Frieza?" Goku asked in disbelief.   "But I didn't sense you at all.   How could you--?   Oh, man...!"

It was Frieza, just as Goku thought, but he had drastically changed.   The cyborg parts were no great surprise-- Goku had never seen them for himself, but he had heard about it from his friends after the fact.   It only made sense, after all, since the last time Goku had seen Frieza on Namek, Frieza had lost one of his arms and his entire lower body due to his own botched attack.  

But what truly horrified Goku was the limp expression on Frieza's face.  There was drool spilling from his mouth, and only one of his eyes seemed to be focused on what he was looking at.   And one of Frieza's arms hung at his side, as though paralyzed.  

Or dead.  

Was that why Goku couldn't sense his life energy?  

"Your - monkey - friend, that... she-devil... is - the - one - who - left - me - in - this - sorry - condition," Frieza said in a voice that sounded like he was talking into a tin can.  His mouth did not move as he spoke, though Goku did not understand how that could be.  

"Luffa did this to you?" Goku asked.  

"Her - attack, swift - and - sudden - as - it - was, broke - my - cervical - vertebrae," Frieza explained.  "I - perished - instantly, or - rather - my - organic - body - did.   But - my - cybernetics - survived - and - so - I - was - able - to - remove - myself - from - the - fray - unnoticed."

"And now you want to try to get revenge, is that it?" Goku asked.  

"One - benefit - to - this - state - is - that - I - am - now - free - of - whatever - enchantment - was - placed - upon - myself - and - the - others," Frieza continued.  "Before - I - only - sought - to - attack - any - Time - Patrol - agents.   But - now, Goku, now - I -am - free - to - pursue - my - own - vendetta."

"You really are a hopeless fool, Frieza!" Goku said.  "I tried to spare you on Namek... twice, and you still won't quit!  Now you've been reduced to a shell of yourself."

"Spare - me - your - pity," Frieza droned on.   "I - may - be - a - shambling - wretch, a - technological - horror, - but - I - can - reflect - upon - that - after - I - have - sent - you - to - oblivion!"

"Enough," Goku said.   "I never wanted it to come to this, Frieza, but it looks like I have no choice but to put you out of your misery!"

With that, he took a wide stance and held his hands together on his right side to charge the Kamehameha wave.  But as he fired, someone called out to him...

"Kakarot!"

Goku looked away for a moment, and while this brief indiscretion might have been enough for Frieza to escape in his prime, the half-dead Mecha-Frieza was too slow to capitalize, and so he was finally, mercifully destroyed by Goku's blast.  

But what concerned Goku was what he saw when he looked back at Cell.   He was still caught in the Galactic Donut ring, and Luffa was running toward them, and he could feel something underground.

"Wh-what?!" Cell cried as he sensed the same thing.    

It was Majin Buu.  Having soaked into the soil to escape Luffa's finishing blow, he leached through the ground, and emerged at Cell's feet.  In mere instants, Cell's legs were caught in sticky pink fluid, like an animal stuck in warm taffy.

In spite of the ki ring holding him, and the two Super Saiyans ready to destroy him, and the demon magic that ruled his thoughts, Cell was most panicked by the goo that expanded around him, like some gigantic amoeba threatening to swallow him whole.  

"Oh no!" Goku yelled.  

"Shoot him!" Luffa cried out!  "Aim high, and I'll go low!"

Goku had been slow to react at first, but he recovered quickly, and launched another Kamehameha at Cell's upper body.  He had tried this years ago, at the Cell Games, only for Cell to regenerate his entire chest, both arms, and head.   And so he feared the same thing would happen this time, but he put his trust in whatever plan Luffa had in mind.  

The energy wave hit its mark, and as Goku expected, when the dust settled, there was nothing left of Cell but an abdomen and his legs, which were enveloped in Buu's flesh.   But to his surprise, Luffa was there as well, wrapping her hands around Cell's legs.    She paid no heed to the pink goo that covered Cell's body, and her arms and face began to sink into it.  

"What are you doing?!" Goku shouted.   "He's gonna absorb you!"

Luffa's only response was to charge her ki, and her aura began to flash with greater intensity.  With a savage growl, her hands started to shine with a brilliant gold, and Buu's flesh began to burn.  

For a moment, Goku stood still, unsure of what would happen next.  If he tried to pull Luffa free, there was a good chance of them both getting sucked in, and Buu would emerge with the power of both Super Saiyans, with no one powerful enough to stop him.   Instead he watched with growing concern, and began to raise his power level, just in case Luffa's stunt didn't work.  

Seconds passed, and he could see less and less of Luffa's body as the pink mass enveloped her.   She did not struggle, but continued to apply her energy to burning Buu's body away.  The air began to grow hazy with smoke that stung Goku's nostrils.  

Then Luffa was gone, and there was only a rippling blob of pink slime.   The smoke still billowed from it as it contorted itself into a shape, and after a moment, Goku could see a face forming in the middle of it.  

It looked like Cell's features, but with Majin Buu's pink skin and black sclera.   It grinned at him in mischievous triumph, then its eyes went wide with dread.   The face twisted and stretched out over the mass of Buu's smoldering flesh, like an oil slick spreading across a puddle.   It's mouth opened wide in a silent scream, then faded away.

Then the entire blob began to turn black, and then it glowed red like a piece of coal in a furnace.   And then, finally, it vaporized in a flash of yellow.   For a moment, Goku could only see an impenetrable cloud of smoke, but he smiled and relaxed his guard.  

Suddenly, the smoke was driven away by a powerful gust of air, and Luffa stood alone in its place.   She was breathing hard, and her yellow pants were dirty with soot, but otherwise she was no worse for wear.  

"You got him!" Goku cheered.   "Nice work!"

"What were you doing over here?" Luffa asked.   "You had Cell outclassed from the start, so why were you taking so long to finish him off?"

"Oh.  Well, Frieza jumped me at the last second, and--" Goku tried to explain, but Luffa wasn't having it.  

"Forget that chump!" she yelled.   "You could have taken down Cell a long time ago, even with that extra power he had!  I was over there trying to finish off Buu, and you're here toying around with your guy?"

"Hey, I had it under control!" Goku said defensively.   "You're the one who let Buu get away from you, remember?   If you wanted Cell defeated so badly, you should've fought him yourself."

Luffa stepped toward him and poked her finger into the front of his orange shirt.   "If I had left Buu up to you," she griped, "then you probably would have--!"

"Uh, excuse me, guys, but don't you have more important business to deal with right now?   The whole Time Patrol crisis and all?"

They both heard the voice of King Kai, and glanced upward, even knowing that he was speaking into their minds from the Otherworld.

"Dammit, you're right," Luffa said.   "We beat them all, didn't we?   I thought I wiped out the last traces of Buu, but if I missed any, he would have probably regenerated himself by now..."

"No, you got him," Goku said.  He looked around at the battleground and narrowed his eyes as he concentrated his senses.  "It's just like when we beat him on the Sacred World of the Kais.  There's no trace of him anywhere.   Or Cell, for that matter."  

"It's a good thing they were both so worn down," Luffa said.  "Otherwise, that stunt I pulled probably wouldn't have worked, and Buu would have gotten a second wind.  But if they're all beaten, why haven't they recalled me back to the Time Nest?"

"Huh?" Goku asked.  "I thought you used a time machine, like the one Trunks had."

"They have those," Luffa said, "but those are for training missions.  For stuff like this, there's a magic scroll that takes me where I'm supposed to go, and then it brings me back when I'm done."

"A scroll?" Goku said.   "Hey, that reminds me.   Do you still have that thing with you, King Kai?"

"Well, yes," King Kai replied.  "I've got it on the dining table right now, but--"

"Great!" Goku said.   "We'll be right there!"  

He held out his hand to Luffa.  "Come on," he said.  "I've got an idea."

Luffa took his hand, unsure what he had in mind, and then she suddenly felt herself... disappear.  

*******

     [20 April, Age 850.  Toki Toki City.]  

Demigra coughed up blood.  Being impaled upon Trunk's sword, there seemed to be little else that he could do.  But Trunks was not content to pause his attack.  

Charging his ki, he drew back his weapon with one hand and fired a  blast of golden energy from the other.  Demigra was knocked back, and as he fell to the city street below, his blood spilled out of his wound like the tail of a comet.  

Trunks still was not finished.  Nor had he forgotten the crowd of Time Patrollers who were magically bound to Demigra's will.  As he followed Demigra to the ground, his bloody sword began to glow white, charged with his Super Saiyan power.  He raised the blade overhead as he landed beside Demigra, but instead of striking the Demon God, he swung the sword in a wide arc, releasing the energy in a wave that knocked away the Time Patrollers who gathered to defend their dark master.  

Then, Trunks struck Demigra again.   He raised his free hand, and clenched his fingers into a tight fist.  Demigra's body began to glow with a yellow light, and it levitated into the air.   With a furious kiai shout, Trunks swung his hand to one side, and Demigra's body was flung in the same direction.  He crashed into the entrance of the Tournament Arena, a facility located on the Time Plaza, near the portal to the Time Nest.  

Then Trunks held out his hand and fired a series of energy bursts at Demigra.  Before he could collapse, the bursts struck Demigra's neck, forearms, and ankles, forming a set of energy bonds that held him fast to the wall.    

As Demigra struggled against this trap, Trunks appeared before him in a flash.  Without a word, he drove his knee into Demigra's wounded gut.  

"Arrghh!" Demigra screamed.  

"It's simple," Trunks said.  "You thought you could overwhelm me with the Time Patrollers, Demigra.  You thought I would be so conflicted about fighting my friends that I'd never be able to stop you."

His sword was back in its sheath, and Trunks was now punishing Demigra with hard punches to his unprotected face and abdomen.  

"But you're the real threat here," Trunks said between strikes.   "And if I focus my full power on you, and only you?  Something tells me you won't be able to control your army of mindslaves.   Let me know if I'm wrong."

Demigra's only response was a pathetic gurgle and a trickle of blood from his mouth.  He tried to speak, but a right hook from Trunks cut him off before he could form the words.

"Normally, I'd finish this with a single blast, and destroy you quickly," Trunks said.   "But your illusion-casting has tricked us before and I'm not going to give you an opening to use any other spells you might have!   So my only course of action is to beat you to death, Demigra.  It's better than you deserve."

"N-no..." Demigra sputtered.  Then his eyes went wide as he screamed.  "No!"

Trunks was still attacking him when suddenly his next punch was halted by a powerful energy field.  "What?!" Trunks gasped.  

And then Demigra suddenly rallied.  With a surge of power, the wall around him disintegrated against the force of his red aura.   The golden shackles Trunks had used on him now faded away, and Trunks found his next strikes were cushioned by the sheer intensity of Demigra's power.   He literally could not lay a hand on the Demon God.  

At last, the field subsided, and Demigra stood before him, still wounded, but free.  

"I... have come... too far...!" he shouted between halting breaths, "to be stopped... by a worthless... insignificant... nobody like you!"

Trunks stepped back, not out of fear, but to give himself the proper distance to use stronger measures.   He extended his arms and held his wrists together as a bright yellow ball of energy appeared in his palms.  

The Buster Cannon was a technique of his own design.  Son Gohan had taught him a variety of classic attacks used by Goku, Piccolo, and others, but he had also warned him that Gero's cyborgs would be prepared for such measures.  

"I never had the chance to learn any of Vegeta's moves," Gohan had told him long ago.  "I know how much it would mean to you to use them in battle, but don't let it get you down.  The fact is, you've got plenty from your father, Trunks.   You have his fiery will, and his skill for innovation.   Use it to forge your own path, and you'll find a way to destroy those cyborgs with something they've never seen before!"

Trunks had taken the lesson to heart.  The Buster Cannon lacked the versatility of the Kamehameha, but it was faster to charge and easier to deploy.   And by keeping his arms in front of his chest, the move left him less open to attack on the left flank.  

The blast had taken out a large section of the tournament stadium, but Demigra survived.   That did not discourage Trunks.   The important thing was that Demigra had not used the chaos of the explosion to dodge or hide.  He had been forced to guard instead, and this would wear him down further.   It also gave Trunks a clearer picture of his enemy's stamina.  The wound in Demigra's torso was still bleeding, and after several minutes, the blood now stained much of his blue costume dark red.  But he still had enough in him to put up a vigorous defense.   It was frustrating, but Trunks kept his emotions in check.  A long, protracted battle favored Demigra, but it also allowed Trunks to study his opponent, and analyze his powers for weaknesses.  

More importantly, every second Demigra spent in this fight was another second he could not hunt down the Divine Tokitoki Bird.  It was Demigra's sole objective here.  Without Tokitoki, his entire invasion was meaningless.

Demigra was holding his scepter like a walking stick, and seemed to be using it for support.   It looked like it had been made out of several bones, with the hand of a humanoid skeleton at the top arranged to hold a red crystal orb.  This orb now glowed red as it generated a force field around Demigra to protect him.  Trunks was tempted to press his attack and test the limits of this ability, but decided against it.  

There were too many unknowns about Demigra.  This was a chance to learn more about his abilities.   If he truly were as weakened as he appeared to be, then there would be plenty of time to finish him off.  But if this was a trap, Trunks couldn't afford to blunder into it.  

"Y-you're not completely without patience, then," Demigra muttered.  "If you had laid a hand on me just now, you would have lost it.   A little defense I came up with to allow me time to do this..."

The red aura intensified around him, and Demigra rose to his full height.  To Trunks' amazement, the bloody wound in the demon's abdomen began to close up again, and the crimson stain surrounding it began to recede.  At first, Trunks mistook this for a healing ability, similar to the technique used by the Supreme Kai of Time, but then he realized what it truly was.   The blood was actually returning to his body, as if Trunks were now seeing a video recording of it being played in reverse.  

It was similar to a different ability Chronoa had.  When Trunks' mother had come to visit him, she would often ask Chronoa to alter the passage of time on her scalp, which caused her hair to grow faster.   Demigra seemed to be able to reverse the process on his own body, and literally undo any damage he sustained in battle.  

"There," Demigra said, raising his arms triumphantly.  He looked as fresh as when he first appeared from the broken hourglass.  

Trunks drew his sword and examined the bloodstains on the blade.   They still remained, though this seemed to be a contradiction.  

"You surprised me, Trunks," Demigra said with an arrogant smirk.  "I thought I had taken every possible contingency into account, but I've forgotten how ferocious a real battle can be.  I've been watching history unfold from the Crack of Time for so long, it seems I've lost touch with the real world."

"I've only just begun, Demigra," Trunks said.  "I don't know much about magic, but I'm betting that little stunt took a toll on you, one way or another.  There's a limit to how much damage you can reverse, and I promise you that we're going to find it.   But even if I can't, you'll never get your hands on Tokitoki if all you can do is stay on the defensive."

"A salient point," Demigra said.   "Perhaps I should have taken a more aggressive posture when I arrived here.  You have my word, Trunks, that I shall strive to do better."

As he spoke, he raised his scepter and laid it across his forearm like the barrel of a gun.   Before Trunks could react, he suddenly fired a barrage of crimson energy blasts from the red orb at the end of the scepter.  Trunks managed to avoid the first one, but the rest of them seemed to adjust their path through the air.  He had to pick up speed to stay ahead of them, and as each burst whizzed past him, they exploded on the walls of the city in the distance.

At last, as Trunks ran out of room, he swung his sword to deflect the next shot, but in the moment he did so, Demigra suddenly appeared right next to him, and used the opening to strike him with his scepter.  He managed to land several hits this way, until Trunks finally managed to bring up his sword to block it.  They continued this way for a minute longer, dueling through the tournament grounds.  The only sounds were the clang of metal against bone, until finally...

"Hrrrraaahhh!" Trunks screamed as he feinted a strike at Demigra's neck, only to shift his footing and drive his blade into the middle of the scepter.   He put a tremendous power into the blow, enough that the bone scepter cracked in two.   Demigra was thrown off-balance by the attack, and Trunks capitalized by spinning around and catching him in the face with a backfist.  

"You've lost, Demigra," Trunks shouted.   "You tipped your hand with that staff of yours.   You rely on it far too much!  You might still be able to fight without it, but you won't be able to reverse your injuries or pull any other tricks."

Demigra fell to the fighting stage of the arena, and glared up at Trunks with a wild, desperate hatred in his eyes.   "Don't underestimate me, boy!" he snarled.   "I am far from finished."

"Oh, I'm sure you have a lot of fight left in you," Trunks said as he stalked toward his foe.    He made sure to keep the tip of his sword between himself and Demigra at all times.  "They say an animal is most dangerous when it's cornered.   So I'll make sure to watch my step from here on, but you're still cornered, Demigra, and this is where you get swept into the dustbin of history!"

"You're right, Trunks," Demigra admitted.   "I'm no match for you without my scepter.   I can already tell that the difference in our powers is far too great.   I won't survive long without it."

Trunks stepped as close to Demigra as he deemed safe, and raised his sword to continue the battle.  But as he prepared his next strike, he noticed a cunning smirk suddenly appear on Demigra's face.  He backed away, ready to defend, but all Demigra did was raise his left hand.  There was nothing in his fingers but a handful of air.

And then suddenly, a second scepter appeared, and before Trunks could react, Demigra used it.  

He found himself surrounded by a field of profound darkness.  Bolts of green lighting flashed around him, and Trunks could feel the darkness closing in around him.   He tried to push back, but found there was no escape.  

It contracted around him with ruthless speed.   In that moment, Trunks felt a searing pain across his entire body, like he was being warped and stretched through some giant machine.   When it was over, he found himself lying prone on the tournament stage, disoriented and confused.   He looked around, and saw his sword lying beside him, just a few centimeters out of reach.  He rolled onto his side to take it...

...only for Demigra's boot to slam down on the flat of the blade.   Trunks looked up to find him holding two scepters.    The two splintered pieces of the broken one were in his right hand, while the second one flashed and glowed in his left.   There was a bolt of energy that flowed between the two ruby orbs, and then the broken scepter began to repair itself, much the same way Demigra had healed his injuries before.   Then there was another flash of red light, and the once-broken spear vanished.   Satisfied, Demigra took the remaining spear and held it in both hands, high over Trunks.    

"You were right," Demigra said with a manic glee.   "I wouldn't survive very long without this scepter, which is why I'm repairing it and sending it back in time to the moment when I needed it the most!   I trust you begin to understand the power I wield, Trunks, but if you need a further demonstration, then let me oblige!"

The Demon God raised his scepter in both hands, and above his grinning face, he formed a large ball of turbulent energy, with streaks of red and black churning  throughout.   Trunks scrambled to his feet, but he was too late.  Demigra brought down the scepter and pointed it at Trunks' head, and the energy ball crashed down on his target with brutal efficiency.  

For a moment, there was only the rumble and crash of Demigra's attack, punctuated by the pained howls from Trunks as he convulsed helplessly in the maelstrom.  

When it was over, Trunks lay helplessly on the rubble that was once the Toki Toki City martial arts stage.   He made a low groan, and his fingers and lips twitched as red energy continued to arc and ripple over his body.  

"Still alive..." Demigra observed.  "Not entirely unexpected, but I am impressed, Trunks.  After all that, you might still get up from that and put up a decent fight.   Fortunately, you'll never get that chance.   Ah.   There we are."

He looked up into the sky and quickly spotted the Divine Tokitoki Bird flying overhead.  Trunks could sense the bird's presence, and he wanted to get up and fight, or at least call out to Tokitoki that he should fly away and find someplace safe.   But he couldn't find the strength to even speak.  All he could do was to watch in horror as Demigra held out his left hand and fired a beam of dark energy.   When it hit Tokitoki, the bird was transformed into a tiny sphere of orange light, which then flew straight down toward Demigra.  

Trunks had no idea what would happen next, but then he heard Demigra chewing, followed by an audible gulp.  It wasn't hard to imagine Tokitoki's fate, and Trunks closed his eyes tightly when he thought about it.  

He sensed Demigra's power rising.   And then, he heard Demigra crouch low beside Trunks.  He laid the orb of his scepter on Trunks' chest, and chuckled for a moment before he spoke.  

"Now then," he said.   "It's time you and I had a discussion, Trunks, about your future with the Time Patrol..."

*******

     [12 September, Age 778.  North Kai Planet.]  

It was difficult for her to comprehend.  It was similar to the sensations she felt when the Scroll of Eternity transported her through time, or when the Dragon Balls brought her to Toki Toki City, but this was something different altogether.  It was as if her body momentarily ceased to exist, and then resumed existing as if nothing had happened.  

She looked around and found herself in a completely different environment.   The gravity was stronger, and the horizon was oddly curved.  It reminded her of a small planetoid, except there was a breathable atmosphere and grass under her feet.   The sky was pink, instead of the blue of mid-day in West City.  In the distance, Luffa could see a vast expanse of golden clouds, over which the planetoid seemed to float like a buoy in the ocean.  

There was a road on the planetoid, and a shiny red automobile parked near a dome-shaped house.   It reminded Luffa very much of Chronoa's personal quarters in the Time Nest.   Then she noticed the monkey watching her nearby.  

"Hey, Bubbles!" Goku said as he waved to the monkey.  "I'm back, and I brought someone with me."

Bubbles studied Luffa for a moment and made several enthusiastic primate sounds.  

"Luffa, this is Bubbles," Goku said.  "Bubbles, Luffa.  C'mon, we need to see King Kai."

Goku proceeded into the house, leaving Luffa and Bubbles looking at each other in an awkward silence.  

"Uh, nice to meet you," Luffa finally said.  

Bubbles only made primate sounds in reply.  

She shook her head, and followed Goku into the house.  

There, she found him talking to a short, chubby man in a black robe.   He had pointed ears like Chronoa, but that was where the similarities seemed to end.  His skin was a pale blue, and there were a pair of barbels dangling from the sides of his mouth, which made him look somewhat like a fish.   His eyes were concealed behind a pair of dark sunglasses, and there was a black skullcap covering his head.   A pair of antennae extended from the cap, though from the way they moved, Luffa couldn't tell if they were part of the hat or King Kai's anatomy.  

"Of course I didn't touch it, Goku," King Kai insisted.   "It's not my place to interfere in the affairs of the Kaioshin.  I haven't kept my position over the North Galaxy for this long by defying my superiors!"   At last he noticed Luffa and said, "Oh, it's you!"

Goku gestured to the scroll which lay on King Kai's table.   "Does this look familiar to you, Luffa?" he asked.  

"Yeah," Luffa said, stepping closer to inspect it.   "It's not the same one that I used to get here, but... Well, I never understood that part.   Trunks and Chronoa always said there was only one Scroll of Eternity, but we had thousands of them piled up in the Time Vault.   They were all the same Scroll, somehow, but only one of them would glow purple when there was a problem.  Anyway, this one seems to be in good shape, but why did she leave it with you two?"

"She gave it to Goku," King Kai said.  "But I knew he'd lose it if he took it with him to the fight, so I told him to leave it here until he was finished.  Uh... if you don't mind me asking, aren't you going to change back?"

"We're not finished fighting yet," Luffa said as she pointed to her hair.   "I have a feeling things are going to get wild back at Toki Toki City, and I want to be ready."  

"Well, your boss said I can use this scroll to get there," Goku said.  "She didn't tell me how it worked, though, but if you know what to do, then we should be able to get there in no time!"

"There's not much to it," Luffa said.   "You just pick it up and you get sent to the the time period in the Scroll."

"But that can't be right," King Kai said.  "Goku handed it to me after the Supreme Kai of Time left, and then I put it here.  And neither of us went anywhere."

Luffa shrugged.   "I guess you're right," she said.   "Now that I think about it, Trunks and Chronoa were always handling the Scrolls before I used them, and it never mattered until I picked them up.   Maybe it only works for a particular person?"

"Well in that case," Goku said, "Why don't you try holding it, and I'll put my hand on your shoulder.  That way, if you end up going somewhere, I should go with you, right?"

Luffa shook her head and went to the table.   "I don't know if it works that way," she said, "but it's worth a try.  All I know is that I need to get back to the City as soon as I can."

As she approached the scroll, she felt Goku's hand on her shoulder, and she winced.  There was something... odd... about Goku that she couldn't place, although his overly personable manner had something to do with it.  She looked back at him, and he was smiling and giving a thumbs-up sign with his free hand.  

"All right," she said as she picked up the Scroll.   "Here goes nothing..."

At first, nothing happened, and then she suddenly felt the now-familiar sensation of being drawn back to the Time Nest.  It was working!  The world went white around her, and a few moments later...

*******

     [21 April.  Age 850.  Toki Toki City.]  

...Luffa found herself back in the Time Vault.  

"Well how about that, Kakarot?" she said.   "It worked-- huh?"

She turned to speak to him, only to find he was no longer there.   She hadn't even noticed his hand was no longer on her shoulder.  

"Kakarot?" she asked.  Then she looked around and realized there was no one else in the Time Vault either.   She had hoped that Chronoa could explain her plan, and how Goku and King Kai were supposed to factor into it.   But the Supreme Kai of Time was nowhere to be found.   Neither was Trunks, nor the Divine Toki Toki Bird.  

"But that's not right," Luffa said.   "The bird lives here, and Trunks was supposed to be standing guard at all times!  Where could they--?"

For a moment, she considered checking the lower levels of the Time Vault.   Chronoa had recently shown her the "isolation ward" housed underground, where she stored various sensitive time anomalies and time-displaced persons.   It was designed so that no one on the outside could sense anyone on the inside, and so it occurred to her that Trunks and Chronoa might have sought shelter there.  

But she rejected this idea.   They wouldn't hide in a bunker during a crisis.   More importantly, Luffa had never learned how to get into the isolation ward.   She had never seen anyone enter or leave, except through time travel.  It was possible that there was no physical entrance, and only Chronoa knew the secret.  

Then Luffa noticed the Scroll of Eternity lying on the great octagonal table.   This was the scroll that had glowed purple, and had taken Luffa to the battle in West City.   The scroll on King Kai's planet was different, apparently, since this one had never left the Time Vault.  The purple glow had subsided, indicating that Luffa and Goku had successfully resolved that temporal incursion.   But normally Trunks or Chronoa would have put the scroll back in storage.  

"They must have left in a hurry," Luffa said.  "Which means--!"

She flew up the stairs-- literally flew, for she no longer cared about Chronoa's rules about flight in the city-- and burst through the doorway leading out of the Vault.  She intended to check Chronoa's house first, but the sight of the Time Nest grounds stopped Luffa in her tracks.  

There were small flames in the grass, and large chunks of displaced earth.   She could smell the sweat and feel the lingering traces of the ki that had been used here recently.   It was like so many other battlefields she had seen in her lifetime.  

Luffa rushed to the large arch at the edge of the Time Nest.  There was a great portal, which shimmered like the surface of a reflecting pool standing impossibly on its edge.  The portal led to the rest of Toki Toki City.   There was no way to know what was going on there until she passed through it and saw for herself.  Luffa steeled herself and stepped through to the other side.    

She thought she would be ready for anything.   She had expected to find the other Time Patrollers locked in a pitched battle with Demigra and whatever minions he brought with him.   On some level, she had imagined that the battle had already happened without her, and the Time Patrollers would all be celebrating on the other side.   Deep down inside, in a part of herself she refused to acknowledge, she wished that she could wake up in her own native era, and discover that a great many events in her life had all been a dream.  

But as Luffa emerged from the Time Nest, she found the main square of Toki Toki City completely deserted.  There had been a gigantic hourglass suspended there, surrounded by enormous brass cogs that turned and clicked throughout the day.  These now lay in broken pieces throughout the street.  And there, floating in their place...

"Demigra," Luffa said with a contemptuous growl.  

The Demon God looked down at her and made one of his unctuous smiles.   "Ah, Luffa," he said.   "I was wondering when you would show up.  Did you enjoy that little skirmish I arranged for you?   I trust it wasn't too taxing."

 NEXT: Under New Management?

[jannattravelguruhp]

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Day-1: Chandigarh — Shimla

On arrival at Chandigarh Airport/ Railway Station you will meet, assist and drive towards Shimla (3—4 Hours). On the way sightseeing- Pinjore Garden-(Mughal Garden), Timber Trail. Shimla was the former Capital of “British India”.Set amidst the Snow-Capped Shivalik Mountain. Evening free to stroll in the famous shopping place of Shimla Town – “The Mall & The Ridge” This large open space in the heart of town presents excellent views of the mountain ranges.Shimla Landmarks:-The Neo-Gothic Structure of Christ-Church and the Neo-Tudor – Library building, Jakhu-Temple, Sankat Mochan, Inst. Of Advance Study. Overnight stay at a hotel in shimla.

Day-2: Shimla — Kufri — Manali

Morning,after breakfast proceed to Shimla for in and around sightseeing in Shimla visit- Green Valley, Indira Tourist Park, Himalayan Nature Park, Chini Bunglow, Fagu Valley, ”KUFRI”. India one of the best holiday paradise Kufri in Shimla is beautifully tucked at an altitude of 2,622 meter.The place is a tourist hotspot for its awesome scenic and sports activities. Afternoon leave for Manali, on the way sightseeing Like:-  Sunder Nagar Lake, Pandoh Dam, Vaishno Devi Temple, “KULLU”, Kullu Market, River-Rafting, Shawls Factory. Overnight stay at the Hotel in Manali.

Day-3: Manali — Sightseeing

Morning, after breakfast local sightseeing of manali :- Hadimba Temple built in 1553 with a superbly crafted pagoda roof, it is famous for its exquisitely carved doorway. Club House with comprehensive facilities that include roller skating, an auditorium, billiards room, a library, a bar and restaurant makes a wonderful outing for the day. Tibetan Monastery, Van Vihar, Manu Temple and “Vashist” are well known for its hot springs. There are old temples dedicated to the  Saga Vashit and to Lord Rama. Evening visit famous “Mall Road”. Overnight stay at a hotel in Manali. 

Day-4: Manali — Solang Valley

Morning, After breakfast proceed for full day sightseeing in :- Solang-Valley, Nehru Kund, Gulaba, Kothi Village, Him Valley. Overnight stay at the hotel in Manali. While visiting Solang Valley one should also try their hands on adventure activities as it is one of best places for adventures near Manali. You can enjoy activities like :- Paragliding, Cable Car Ropeway, Zorbing, Snow Scooter, Skiing, Horse Riding, and also can enjoy a short Trek to “Anjani Mahadev”. 

Day-5: Manali — Chandigarh

Morning, after breakfast check out from the hotel and leave for Chandigarh on the way, visit – “KULLU”, Kullu Valley, Shawls Factory, and drive to Chandigarh. Overnight stay at the hotel in Chandigarh.

Day-6: Chandigarh — Sightseeing

Morning, After breakfast checkout from hotel and visit Chandigarh local Sightseeing- Sukhna Lake, Rock Garden, Rose Garden, Elante Mall, Sec. 17 Plaza, Art Museum & Mansa Devi Temple and drop at Delhi/Chandigarh Railway Station/Airport to catch onward Train / Flight.

“THE JOURNEY MAY END BUT BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES REMAINS FOREVER “

Honeymoon Special:- Bed with Flower Decoration, Candle light dinner, Drinks, Honeymoon cake etc during the stay period.

NOTE :– Inclusive All Toll Tax + Inter-State Tax + Green Tax + State Permit + Driver Allowance etc.

[allnightlongzine]

In the Wake of Grunge, a Rock Culture Clash

Kelefa Sanneh | Jan. 26, 2006 | nytimes.com

What does mainstream American rock 'n' roll sound like in 2006? On radio stations across the country, it sounds like two things at once. Sometimes you hear the never-ending aftershocks of grunge; plenty of nth-generation alt-rock bands are still following the trail blazed by Nirvana and others. And sometimes you hear the still-burgeoning sound of emo, the sentimental punk offshoot; plenty of fresh-faced, girl-obsessed boys are finding ways to woo listeners beyond the confines of the Warped Tour. This is a culture clash that's also a musical generation gap: the 90's versus the 00's. (Sadly, it's starting to look as if the current decade will never get a pronounceable name.)

You don't hear much talk about grunge these days, yet the sounds of the 1990's have endured, along with some of that decade's most perplexing fashion statements. (For starters: wool hats, worn indoors.) The veterans persist: Nine Inch Nails, Foo Fighters and Audioslave (formed from the remnants of Rage Against the Machine and Soundgarden) all find themselves near the top of the rock 'n' roll heap. And a horde of popular but unheralded bands continue to crank out hits by recycling the mildly disaffected sound of 90's guitar rock: Nickelback, Seether and all the rest. Right now, the Florida band Shinedown is responsible for one of the country's most popular rock songs, a vaguely Soundgardenish power ballad called "Save Me."

While neo-grunge hasn't quite gone away, emo hasn't quite arrived. In 2005, emo bands ranging from fair (Hawthorne Heights) to good (Fall Out Boy) to great (My Chemical Romance) enjoyed banner years and earned spots on rock radio playlists. But emo has yet to produce a block-busting, stadium-filling band like Creed or Linkin Park. And so instead of conquering the rock mainstream, emo bands have to share it with their more old-fashioned rivals. And because no subgenre is triumphant, mainstream rock seems a bit lifeless; there's a vacuum at the top. Not coincidentally, rock radio itself is in something of a slump. (In New York, K-Rock, 92.3 FM, recently rebranded itself a talk station, Free FM, during the week. Rock fans have to wait for "Free Rock Weekends.")

The latest emo band hoping for a blockbuster is Yellowcard, the clean-scrubbed, violin-enhanced group responsible for one of the best-selling emo CD's of all time -- which is to say, so far. The band's 2003 album, "Ocean Avenue" (Capitol), sold about 1.7 million copies, thanks mainly to the sing-along title track, which had a crunchy guitar line and a big, hopeful refrain: "If I could find you now, things would get better."

On Tuesday night Yellowcard came to Irving Plaza to celebrate the release of a new album, "Lights and Sounds" (Capitol), which suggests that the emo elite is a bit like triple-A baseball: apparently the only thing better than getting in is getting out. This is a CD meant to show that Yellowcard isn't merely an emo band, that its songs aren't merely odes to girlfriends real and imaginary. (As if there's anything wrong with any of that.) The band's singer, Ryan Key, told one interviewer, "We took the opportunity to show people that, hey, we like to make real music." Which tells you something, perhaps, about the inferiority complex that afflicts lots of emo bands.

In fact, that inferiority complex is central to the appeal of bands like Yellowcard. Compared to the brooding but swaggering men in a band like Shinedown, the members of Yellowcard seem appealingly boyish: lightweight, not heavyweight. In the howling sound of 90's rock and neo-90's rock, self-loathing is a constant. (That Shinedown song is written in the voice of an addict, begging, "Someone save me, if you will/ And take away all these pills.") But those raspy, slightly guttural voices and those swaggering guitar riffs also suggest aggression, even anger. By contrast, the music of, say, Fall Out Boy is more nasal than guttural, more awkward than angry. (Especially to anyone who's seen the music video starring a lovesick boy who is self-conscious about the antlers growing out of his head.) To listeners on either side of rock's latest generational divide, there's a big difference -- the difference of a decade -- between being a loser and being a twerp.

Among other things, "Lights and Sounds" is Yellowcard's attempt to split that difference. The violinist, Sean Mackin, has evolved into the lead string-section arranger. The band's music has gotten a bit slower and a bit more stoic. And Mr. Key is aiming for bigger themes in his lyrics, although his ambition sometimes leads him to write lines like "No one's hands are big enough to hold onto this fear." (It could be the tag line for a singularly inept horror movie.) The album includes a duet with Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks and a lame antiwar ballad, "Two Weeks From Twenty," which sounds suspiciously like Green Day; the lyrics echo the plot of the video for Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends."

Luckily, Yellowcard is still pretty good at the thing it has always been pretty good at: writing sweeping, upbeat punk-rock love songs. At Tuesday's concert, the old hits got big roars, but so did the new album's title track, which is also the soundtrack to a Verizon Wireless commercial that was shown before the set began. (This decade's bands are even less shy about corporate sponsorship than last decade's bands were.) And although the new CD had been in stores for only a few hours, some of the other new songs also seemed like surefire sing-alongs, none more than the catchy lament called "Down on My Head," which may yet convert a few Nickelback fans. (As Yellowcard's accountants surely know, that's no insult.)

In a lot of ways, these twin traditions have lots in common, starting with loud guitars and plaintive lyrics. And it may be inevitable that the distinction between 90's rock and 00's rock will eventually get blurred beyond recognition. Bands like Green Day and Weezer were singing tuneful love songs long before the current emo boom, and they're still thriving now. And the emerging Orange County band Avenged Sevenfold is succeeding by pioneering an unlikely and intriguing fusion, drawing from emo while also embracing the swaggering look and sound of 1980's metal.

You won't find anything nearly so unexpected on the Yellowcard album, though you will find a hint of the anxiety that pervades the rock mainstream these days. Listen closely and you can hear the strain of a band struggling to sound as big as its aspirations. Listen even more closely and you can hear something else: the quiet sucking sound of a rock 'n' roll vacuum, waiting -- still -- to be filled.

A version of this article appears in print on Jan. 26, 2006, Section E, Page 5 of the National edition with the headline: CRITIC'S NOTEBOOK; In the Wake of Grunge, A Rock Culture Clash.

[oldmke]

This 1940 photo shows the County Courthouse surrounded by a jumble of apartment buildings, houses, billboards and a service station - a far cry from today's Civic Center Plaza. The courthouse in the photo was Milwaukee County's third. The first, built in 1836 east of the river on what is now called Cathedral Square, was a two-story frame, Greek Revival structure used for concerts, classes and church services as well as county business. After 20 years of debate, a second courthouse, said to be modeled after St. Isaac's Cathedral in Leningrad, was built in stages on the same site between 1869 and 1873. Around the turn of the century, yet another debate began, this one lasting almost 30 years, on the location and design of the third courthouse. New Yorker Albert R. Ross' massive neo-classical offering, chosen from among 33 entries, was completed in 1931. It formed a western focus to the developing but never realized civic center that extended from N. 10th St. to City Hall. The location of Milwaukee's courthouse on a hill rising gradually from the Milwaukee River is in deliberate imitation of the Capitol Hill Potomac River plan in Washington, though on a more modest scale. "Remember When" is prepared by the Milwaukee Public Library with resources from the local history collection.

[heavens-splinter-studios]

One ninjutsu posture.  i needed to pratice drawing poses and fighting stuff so why not doing both? This girl is Yume in her dragon form.

----  Una postura de ninjutsu. yo necesitaba aprender a dibujar nuevas poses y lucha, entonces, ¿por que no hacer los dos? Esa es chica es Yume, en su forma de Dragon.

----  Uma postura do ninjutsu. eu precisava aprender a desenhar poses novas e luta, então, por que não fazer as duas coisas? Esa é a Yume na forma de dragão.

[antifaintl]

July 6, Washington DC - All Out DC on July 6th: Stop the Alt-right

Together we can stop the alt-right and put an end to Trump's white supremacist fantasies Calling for an #AllOutDC mobilization against white nationalism and the alt-right July 6th PROUD BOYS: FUCK Y'ALL Where the alt-right rallies with hundreds, or even dozens, it should be met with thousands On July 6th, two days after Donald Trump’s July 4th rally, the alt-right is planning a convergence in the DC at Freedom Plaza. #AlloutDC is calling on every one of good conscience to join us. Speakers includes Laura Loomer, a banned Twitter-personality notorious for promoting Islamophobia; Mike Cernovich, who speaks openly in favor of date rape; and Milo Yiannopoulus, who harassed trans women at AU, taught College Republicans to snitch on the undocumented, and sang America the Beautiful in front of Richard Spencer giving Hitler salutes. This rally isn’t about freedom of speech, it’s about protecting the promotion of hate and bigotry. Whether in bulletproof vests, police badges, MAGA hats, or in khakis, fascists thrive when we look the other way. Our movements brought down old symbols of racism. Confronted neo-nazi celeberties and pushed them out of the political mainstream. DC is not new to this. We remember the days before Unite the Right when Nazis brandished guns and Confederate flags in Southeast DC. When Richard Collins III was murdered at the hands of a local alt-right extremist. Where MPD resists implementing the NEAR act, for community accountability of police. And in the suburbs, we see white nationalist sheriffs working through 287(g) contracts to kidnap, imprison, and deport migrants. Right here DC, we saw the Clark brothers planning similar attacks to the Pittsburgh’s Tree of Life Synagogue massacre. If we want to live in a world where black and brown people are not locked in cages, or killed by right-wing police; where public safety is community lead. Where people from Mexico, Honduras, and El Salvador are more free to move across borders than dirty fossil fuel corporations. Wherever state violence grows, we must support communities of resistance. Not only will we deny the alt-right a platform, but we will also build the capacity to undermine the border, prison system, and welcome the free movement of people. Our collective vision for a world based on solidarity, support, and autonomy begins with our collective resistance now. Together we can stop the alt-right and watch Trump’s white supremacist fantasies crumble once and for all. ### In DC Come out and support the coming #AlloutDC mobilization. Let us show why thousands of people greeted less than 20 scared nazis last year for Unite The Right 2. There are real alternatives in our community to xenophobia and white supremacy. Neighbors support neighbors at several Really Really Free Markets/free stores, communities bailing out black mothers, and communities welcoming newcomers. Our vision for a more free society where we share power and support each other is in direct conflict with the Proud Boys and fascists coming to DC. It should be met with communities willing to defend the most marginalized. Outside of DC Hold a solidarity demonstration against organized hate and white supremacy. Mobilize against a new jail, 287g contacts, or funding line of private prisons/ICE detention centers such as Wells Fargo, Suntrust, or Bank of America. Organize a benefit to bail out black mothers, mutual aid disaster relief, resistance on the borderlands, or show the values of mutual aid and solidarity. Occupy ICE headquarters or police stations. Each time a fascist shows up in one of our community lets show that community-led resistance and solidarity is a real alternative to authoritarianism, hate, and xenophobia.

[rabbitcruiser]

Buildings Ornamentations (No. 82)

Bank of America Plaza, Atlanta

Centennial Tower, Atlanta

Downtown Atlanta

Haas Howell Building, Atlanta (two pics)

National Center for Civil and Human Rights,

497 Auburn Avenue NE, Atlanta (two pics)

Historic Fire Station No. 6, Atlanta (two pics)

[mnltours-blog]

Paco Train Station

An old abandon train station witnessed a heroic scene during World War II including the Battle of Manila. It was originally built across Plaza Dilao in 1915, which was during the American colonial period. This is also the last station beside Quirino Avenue before turning left towards Pres. Sergio Osmeña Highway. As the passer by they can only admire the columns from Ancient Greek architecture and the intricately carved eagles at the top.

Rail (2012)  Philippines: Manila Old Paco Railway Station. Retrieved from http://railwaystations.blogspot.com/2012/09/philippines-manila-old-paco-railway.html

The Commonwealth Government employed the administrations of William Parsons—a similar architect behind Manila Hotel, the Manila Army and Navy Club Building, Manila Elks Club, Philippine General Hospital, the Philippine Normal School, the University Hall of the University of the Philippines in Manila, The Mansion House in Baguio, and the sky is the limit from there—to structure the station. Parsons' motivation for his structure was the Penn Station in New York.

The Neo-Classical railroad station taught numerous explorers for a considerable length of time until the wicked Battle of Manila in February 1945. After the tragic event, the station was halfway destroyed in 1996 by a businessman who had plans to build up a shopping center in its place. The construction didn’t push through because of financial problem and up to this moment it is abandoned.

De Guzman,N. (2019). There's Art Hidden Inside This Abandoned Manila Railway Station. Retrieved from

https://esquiremag.ph/culture/lifestyle/paco-railway-station-history-a1729-20190301-lfrm

[emmhannaford-blog]

So we took the New Jersey Transit to New York City

The modern coach bus goes to the 42nd Street Port Authority. The Port Authority is one of the many hubs of ground transportation in NYC. Most of your major bus companies are located there and you can make connections with almost every subway line via a walking tunnel to Times Square. The rail hubs are Grand Central Station, connected by subway shuttle from Times Square, and Penn Station, a two-stop jaunt on the subway. The subway system in Manhattan is the quickest and most efficient form of transportation on the island, with stops within four to six blocks of each other. The system used to be confusing with many independent lines designated by different letters: IRT, BMT, etc. Today the various routes are designated by colors and either numbers or letters. A map shows all of the routes and their connecting points. The subways system today is very easy to follow. It is also safe, contrary to some people's perceptions. Here are a few little known facts about the system. The tunnels go at least eight stories below the ground. There are miles of mazes even under the tubes themselves, where the homeless have made their homes. On one of the lines from Manhattan to Queens, the tracks literally ride on water under the East River. Even engineers do not know how to correct the problem. The money collected at the ticket booths is sent by a special train which travels the system. The trains are very long, at least ten cars in length. Most of the cars have benches along the sides, which leaves most of the car for standing room. There are three exits on each side of the car, which allows quick entrance and egress. The riders are called strap hangers, because they hold on to straps hanging from the ceiling while riding. The newer cars post the next stop on signs in the car. Some even have a map of the route and the present location of the car lit up on the map.

The city of New York consists of five Boroughs: Kings (Manhattan), Queens, Bronx, Brooklyn, and Richmond (Staten Island). All of the boroughs are connected by subway or train or bus, except for Staten Island which is serviced by the famed ferry. More about the different areas when we visit them.

Went for desert at Cafe Lalo, where part of the movie "You've Got Mail" was filmed. Then we walked up Broadway to Fairfield Market, a few blocks South of World famous Zabars, a grocery and kitchen appliance store (but so much more: an experience). I was surprised by the variety of fresh produce and meats, fish, and poultry and relatively low prices. The aisles are very narrow in the store, due to the fact that space is at a premium in Manhattan. Buy an unlimited Metro Pass, $21.00 for the week, and hop on a Downtown bound bus on Broadway. Downtown means towards the Battery, the Southernmost point of Manhattan.

Uptown is Northbound and Cross-town is either to the East River(East Side) or the Hudson River(West Side). What a wonderful and safe way to see the city. We passed by Columbus Circle, the edge of Central Park, Julliard, Lincoln Center, the Theater District, and of course glitzy vibrant Times Square. The bus then turned East on 42nd Street and passed by the Public Library, Grand Central Station, and ended at The United Nations Building.

As long as fate brought us there, we toured the famed United Nations building. Mati from Senegal in Western Africa, was our tour guide and was very knowledgeable about the workings of the UN. It is not the paper tiger that some people claim it is. It is a real forum for all of the nations of the world to discuss mutual concerns: military conflicts, land mines, disease, hunger, trade, etc. Perhaps the real tigers are the ones who want to control the other nations or make huge profits by fostering these problems. Some of the Chambers were in use, namely the Security Council, and the Council for Economic and Social Justice. They were in session.

The Lexington Avenue bus goes further Downtown. Along the way we passed Chinatown, the Bowery, Little Italy, skirted Greenwich Village, and ended at city hall. There are so many different types of restaurants in NY that you could eat at a different one every single night and not repeat yourself for your entire lifetime.

Today we rode the subways. First we went Uptown to the Northern tip of Manhattan to Tryon Park and the fort. This is the highest point on Manhattan, overlooking both the Hudson and the East Rivers. At the northern most point of the park is The Cloisters Museum. This unique museum consists of five medieval cloisters rescued from buildings being demolished in Europe, along with chapels and numerous artifacts. Some of the statuary was being used as scarecrows by farmers, while others were found in junk piles. One outstanding room is the Unicorn Tapestries, which tell of the hunt, death, and resurrection of the unicorn-a symbol of Jesus Christ. The tapestries contain over one hundred different species of medieval plants woven into the stories. They are just breathtaking not only from their beauty but also from the textures of the weave.

We went back to Times Square and then hopped on the route #7 subway to Queens and Flushing Meadows, the site of the 1963 Worlds Fair with its massive sculpture of the world. On either side of the train station are Shea Stadium, home of the NY Mets baseball team and Arthur Ashe Stadium, site of the US Open Tennis Tournament. Back on the train to Times Square and on to W route to Coney Island at the tip of Brooklyn. We ate a Nathan's World Famous Hot Dog. It cannot compare to a Chicago Vienna Hot Dog. The amusement park was closed, open only on weekends while school is in session. The Cyclone, their famous roller coaster, had just closed up. Thank our growling stomachs for this lack of timing. It is open daily from 12:00 to 4:00. The coaster does not look like much. But looks are deceiving. This baby shakes, rattles, and rolls. I wanted to see if it still gave me the same thrills as the last time I rode it in 1963. But that was to be for a later day, which never came.

This day was reserved to visit the grand dame of New York City, the Statue of Liberty. Taking the train to Battery Park at the lower tip of Manhattan, we purchased our tickets at the Castle Clinton, once a fortress guardian for the harbor, then a concert venue (the American debut of Jenny Lind), then an immigration port of entry, and now the ticket office for our lady. Circular in design, it is only fitting that one must pass through a fortress to gain access to greet the great lady. On the fifteen minute boat trip to Governors Island it is easy to imagine the awe and deep feelings of overwhelming joy of the millions of immigrants who first envisioned her while sailing through the Verrazano Narrows into New York Harbor. The statue, donated by France over one hundred years ago, stands on another fort, one of five which guarded the harbor. The pedestal rises eleven stories and the lady herself stands one hundred fifty-one feet. Once again security is very tight and visitors are not allowed either in the museum, on the pedestal, or into the crown. But just being in her presence was as said in Hebrew, "Dayenu" (It would have been enough).

Embarking on the boat again we went to Ellis Island, built in 1892 to process the great flood of immigrants. Both of our ancestors arrived before that date, so they might have come through Castle Clinton, AKA, Gardens or a different port of entry. Charlie Walker was our Ranger tour guide. Once a drill instructor, he has a voice to match. He also missed his calling to the stage, because the tour he gave was more of a living presentation with a cast of characters than a boring recitation of facts and figures. polyamorous dating site He definitely loves his job. The experience of Ellis Island was reserved for passengers in steerage class. Remembering the movie "Titanic", steerage was the lowest of the low. The passengers in first and second class were processed on board ship. After they disembarked, the ship proceeded to Ellis Island. There the steerage class ran the gauntlet of the eyes of the inspectors. I was reminded of the pictures of the holocaust where the prisoners were "selected". If you walked funny, protested, or looked frail, your clothing was chalk-marked for further inspection and processing. Many of these people were fleeing tyrannical regimes and were terrified of uniformed men. Here in America they were being ordered about by more men. Families were separated, while the processing took place- men on one side and women and children on the other side of the room. The good news is that the process generally took less than five hours and only 2% of the twelve million immigrants were deported back to their home lands. The ones who remained took the trains Westbound out of New Jersey or stayed in NYC, digging the subways or other back breaking jobs.

Arriving back at Battery Park we walked to Broadway. At the entrance was the sculpture of the Peace Globe which stood in the World Trade Center Plaza. Miraculously it withstood the tragedy and is now at the foot of Broadway being kept vigil by an eternal flame. Although damaged, the globe still stands for peace in this world.

Walked through the financial district, which looks like a war zone, barricades and armed police patrolling the area. Our goal was Federal Hall at the corners of Nassau, Broad and Wall streets. Federal Hall was the first capital of the United States. Here Washington was sworn in as president and the Congress met. The building has long been torn down. In its place is a Neo-Classical designed building, Parthenon-like exterior and Pantheon-like interior. Used as a customs house and then as a depository for US gold reserves during the Civil War, it is now a museum remembering our first capital. One of their prized possessions is the Bible which Washington used for his inauguration (the one that President Bartlett wanted to use on "The West Wing").

Walking down famed Wall Street, where never have so many been raped by so few (written over five years ago), we went into Trinity Church where many come to pray after losing their life savings down the street. Built in 1696, the church has withstood many Wall Street crashes. Notable people buried there include Alexander Hamilton and Robert Fulton.

Many people talked to us about visiting St. John the Divine Cathedral. Happily, we took their advice. Started in 1892, this Gothic house of worship is over two football fields in length. The cathedral is still unfinished, but is still spectacular. Each set of stained glass windows has a different theme: poetry, medicine, law, etc. Standing in the immense interior is a humbling experience not to be missed. Around the high altar are side chapels, one which is reserved for local artists to show their work. At this time the children from the Cathedral's school have their artwork on display.

From St John's is a short bus ride to Grant's tomb, where he and his wife lay at rest. The interior is similar to Napoleon's tomb in Paris. Mrs.Grant chose New York, because the people were kind to them after they had become penniless. The tomb sits high on the palisades overlooking Riverside Park and the Hudson River.

Adjacent to the tomb is Sukaru Park, so named because of the numerous cherry trees in the park, which were donated by the Japanese government. In the park is a statue of General Daniel Butterworth, the composer of Taps (remember Berkeley Plantation in Virginia). He is looking over to Grant's tomb, keeping his eyes on that hallowed ground.

Across the street is Riverside Church, a Presbyterian Church noted for its grand carillon of over seventy bells. The nave of the church is Gothic in style, but not quite as large St. John's. The Church is part of Union Theological Seminary, which is connected with Columbia University also present in the neighborhood.

Hopped on the train again to Theodore Roosevelt's Birthplace. This is a large brownstone at 28 East 20th Street. The original house was torn down and a reconstructed one was erected according the similar design plans of others in the neighborhood. His sisters, still alive gave instructions about floor plans and the arrangement of furniture in the house, as they had remembered. Roosevelt, born in to a very wealthy family, suffered from asthma. After losing his first wife and mother within the same week, he moved out to North Dakota to find himself. There he rediscovered his love for nature and the independence of the common working man. To prove his virility, he longed for a war, which he got when the Battleship Maine blew up in Havana Harbor, Cuba. The Spanish were blamed for the sinking. He formed the Rough Riders in San Antonio, Texas, and the rest is history. Of his presidency he claimed that the building of the Panama Canal was his greatest achievement. Even though he was a war monger and empire builder, he is the first American to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his help in ending the Russian Japanese War.

A short distance South is Greenwich Village, not quite the Bohemian atmosphere it was in the 60s. It is still a thriving area of restaurants, small theaters, interesting shops, and people watching. Washington Square, the quasi-official entrance to the area, still has its checker and chess tables set up with games constantly going on.

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GO OUT & DISCOVER INTRAMUROS THE WALLED CITY OF MANILA

WHY DO I TRAVEL ALONE?

“I have been travelling alone for quite sometimes now, it is scary to think at first that you are doing things by yourself and being independent away from home. I live far from my parents to study and learn how to walk on my own path. One day when I look back, I will reminisce everything with a happy heart. I will cherish every moment, every place that I went through. Forever.”

Tips for your Intramuros trip:

1.       Plan ahead of time where to go and what to do. (You can visit sites online for fun activities or for any inquires )

2.       Bring your camera with extra battery saver.

3.       Wear comfortable shoes.

4.       Bring your bottled water.

5.       Meet and talk to the incredibly friendly locals.

6.       Enjoy and have fun.

My Intramuros Bucket List 

1.       Fort Santiago

2.       Casa Manila

3.       Manila Cathedral

4.       San Agustin Church

5.       Light And Sound

6.       Bahay Tsino

SAN AGUSTIN CHURCH

I began my journey to SAN AGUSTIN CHURCH

Central terminal station is the nearest station in Intramuros. It is located in Ermita Manila and the popular name for the Station is Arroceros.

“From Central Terminal Station I ride a pedicab because I was honest to myself and I know that I will waste too much time if I will walk down the streets of Intramuros knowing that I do not exactly know where San Agustin Church is located. I decided to go to church first for me to be blessed for the rest of the day and for my safe travels. It was already 1:00 o’clock in the afternoon when I arrived Manila from Makati. It was an hour train ride from Guadalupe Station to Taft Avenue Station and from Taft Avenue station to Central Terminal station.”

“Manong Bert the driver of the pedicab is very talkative but in a nice and mannered way. He is sharing his life in Intramuros about his job and about how much he earns for a living. That is a very heart warming moment for me, knowing the imperfections of the world Manong Bert still managed to do good despite of his situation. It was and still a decent job.”

“It was about 15 good minutes as we pedaled around and arrived to my first stop. So basically, it was a point to point service. 100 pesos is a little bit expensive for a pedicab ride but for me the ride is still worth it. It was fast, easy, and safe.”

 INTERIOR OF SAN AGUSTIN CHURCH

San Agustin Church (or giving its full name, the "Church of the Immaculate Conception of San Augustin") 

“They said that the San Agustin Church survived the American bombardment of Manila in 1945. Of the seven churches inside Intramuros, San Agustin was the only that survived without serious or total destruction.”

“The San Agustin Church is in Manila and more specifically inside Intramuros. You will find it on General Luna Drive. Opening hours of San Agustin Church is daily at 8:00am to 12:00 and then closes and reopens at 1:00pm through to 6:00pm.” Right beside and physically adjoining is the San Agustin Museum.

“I was lucky I was able to visit the church and had a little tour before the wedding ceremony started. The San Agustin Church is known to be the Wedding Capital of the Philippines, there are a lot of weddings each day. In the San Agustin Museum you will get to see the courtyard and it was unbelievably beautiful. The garden is well maintained. Even the room is labelled accordingly with the topic and the rooms are air conditioned, making it a wonderful and pleasant experience to roam around. You can take amazing pictures inside the museum but you cannot take videos said the tour guide.”

CASA MANILA

This beautiful reproduction of a Spanish colonial house offers a window into the opulent lifestyle of the gentry in the 19th century. Imelda Marcos had it built to showcase the architecture and interior design of the late Spanish period, with lavish features throughout and some interesting items such as a double-seated toilet. The house may not be authentic but the stunning antique furniture and artwork are.

BAMBOO BIKE ECOTOURS

Bambike is one of the most popular locally-made bicycle brands in the Philippines. These unique bicycles made from durable and all-natural bamboo and abaca materials are hand-made and crafted by builders from Gawad Kalinga, a Philippine-based community development organization. Bambike aims to be one of the greenest bikes on the planet. 

Rental rates for Adult is 100 pesos per hour and 50 pesos for students with valid ID’s. 

“While I was in the waiting line the girl who is in charge of the reservation for the rental of the bambike approached me. She asked me why I am alone and she was not the first one to ask me that question in that same day. She said it was nice seeing someone out there and having fun alone. Everything about she said makes sense, of course. I answered her that if I tour together with my friends definitely I will really have fun although I will not have the opportunity to really seize the moment and reflect. The only disadvantage was it is hard for me to do the documentation and taking pictures alone. Then we both smiled”

MANILA CATHEDRAL

The present Manila Cathedral, situated at the heart of the walled city of Intramuros has gone several major reconstructions since its inception. The Neo-Romanesque-Byzantine cathedral has long been the seat of archbishop in the Philippines. And it continuous to be one of the most admired churches in the country.

Manila Cathedral also holds religious artworks and sacred relics of popes and saints, and serves as resting place for the remains of former archbishops in Manila

BAHAY TSINOY

Bahay Tsinoy is a museum which presents the story of the Chinese in Philippine history.  The Bahay Tsinoy is located in the historic walled Intramuros area of Manila on Anda Street, making it easy to combine a visit to this museum with several other Intramuros attractions and amenities.

FORT SANTIAGO

One of the most important sites for Philippine history in Manila, Fort Santiago was built by the Spanish conquistador Miguel López de Legazpi as a defensive fortress designed to protect the newly formed city. The fort is a key feature of the famous walled city known as Intramuros — a complex of manicured gardens, fountains, lily ponds, and sunny plazas, as well as the Rizal Shrine museum, located in the building where Dr. Jose Rizal (a Philippines national hero) was incarcerated during the late 19th century.

“Fort Santiago a world class best of the Philippines and it one of most interesting place I dreamed to visit when I was still a kid. I used to see Intramuros only in books and pictures.. Looking to learn more history about our country and  with our culture and  trying new things around Intramuros was something you wanna look at the future of something look at the past.”  

Fort Santiago admission fee is 50 pesos for students and 75 pesos for the regular rates

“Bambiking through Intramuros and cycling around for two hours gave me opportunity to breathe in, I was pedaling around and I can’t even control the stories that are going through my mind. I have been questioning myself a lot. The only thing I can call my own it the bamboo that I am riding. Everything around me is because of the colonization of the different countries the that brought changes in every aspect in our land and our people.”

“What I actually learned from my Intramuros tour is that, we have journeys on own, we do not have to depend on somebody else about what we believed in, we have to discover it on our own. I was like stepping back into time and  I was living my life years and years ago.”

“Travelling alone is not just discovering new places but discovering yourself too.”

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One Day in Madrid | Gay Madrid Guide

One Day in Madrid?

So you’re planning your trip around Europe and you’ve only got 24 hours in Madrid… it is not easy to deeply experience Madrid in such a short time, but with a bit of quick walking and an optimistic mindset to see as much as possible, here’s what you should put on your list for what to see in Madrid in 24 hours!

Our first recommendation is to plan fo more than 24 hours in this beautiful city. Madrid is often overlooked by backpackers around the world when planning a trip around Europe, but it shouldn’t be skipped! The vibrant and electric atmosphere of the city will have you wanting to book a trip back before you depart.

Gay Madrid

Madrid is one of the most gay friendly cities in Europe. After the huge success of World Pride in 2017, Madrid has become one of the top destinations for LGBTQ+ people everywhere. Its infamous Chueca neighborhood is the city’s gayzone and holds some of the best gay bars in Madrid. While boasting the most lively Madrid night clubs, we recommend including Kapital Madrid on your night out. Apart from the fun of Chueca, Madrid should be near the top of anyone’s must-see list and here’s why!

What To See in Madrid in 24 Hours

Madrid is a very walkable city. The best thing you can do to get oriented with the city is to first partake in a free walking tour. And what better way to experience a bit of the spontaneous street-art throughout the city than to walk around! Here are some of the best free walking tours in Madrid. 

1. Take a Tour

Free Walking Tours Madrid:

The free tour leaves every day at 11am (Saturdays at 3pm) from the Plaza del Callao. The walking tour is available in Spanish and English.

Free Tour of Madrid:

This tour runs for about 3 hours from Plaza Mayor. The walking tour is given in English and Spanish. The start times are 10am, 11am, 2pm, and 4pm. 

OK Hostel Free Walking Tour:

Some of the Hostels in central Madrid offer Free Walking Tours as well. We stayed at OK Hostel and took advantage of their free tour along with other travelers!

Rainbow Gay Tours

Looking for more incredible in-depth tours around Madrid? Our friends at Rainbow Gay Tours gave us an experience of a lifetime while in Spain. In Madrid, dive in with one of their premium tours! Get 10% off when mentioning “Michael and Matt” on your email/booking! We Recommend:

Madrid City Center Tour: In this three-hour tour you will discover the most important monuments and places of the city center, unhurried and at your own pace.

Madrid Rainbow Night: In this 2 hour tour, you will be shown the most popular venues for the LGBT community where you can party and have a good time!

2. Puerta del Sol

Whether you’re looking for some great shopping, chow down on churro con chocolate, or people watch amidst the various street performers, Puerta del Sol is Madrid’s most famous central gathering place. Just a short walk from Plaza Mayor, Puerta del Sol was originally the spot of Madrid’s old city east gate.

3. Almudena Cathedral (Santa María la Real de La Almudena)

This Neo-Gothic Cathedral can be a quick stop on your way to the Royal Palace, or you can spend 1 to 2 hours here walking around its chapels and chambers. This is actually a newer cathedral, with construction beginning in 1879. Santa Maria Cathedral is open from 9:30am to 8:30pm 7 days a week. However, the museum is only open Monday through Saturday 10am to 2:30pm.

4. Royal Palace of Madrid (Palacio Real De Madrid)

As the grandest building in Madrid, The Royal Palace boasts an insane amount of History presenting tons of information on the Kings of Spain from Charles III to Alfonso XIII. Just a short walk from the Plaza Mayor, you can wander some of its 3000+ rooms, and look in awe at its ornate decoration. Don’t miss the Changing of the Guard (presented on Wednesdays and Saturdays). While it costs to enter the Royal Palace, you can enjoy its beauty admiring the outside if you’re in a rush. Or, come by in the evening and see the Palace from the nearby Sabatini Gardens.

Sabatini Gardens

Want another fascinating view of the Royal Palace? Head just north of the Palace, down the giant staircases to Sabatini Gardens. These Classical gardens were built in the 1930s where the former stables used to be. Here you can admire gorgeous flowers, a fascinating set of reflecting pools and fountains, and the Palace’s towering north facade. The Sabatini Gardens are open from 9am to 9pm and are especially magical close to sunset. This is one of the best places to watch the sunset in Madrid. If you’re looking for a great Instagram photo opportunity, stand at the northern end of the reflecting pool and set the Royal Palace as your backdrop. 

Watch our 24 hours in Madrid and Toledo!

5. Plaza Mayor

Madrid’s living room, and the major public square in the heart of the city center. While wandering the tightly packed streets of central Madrid, you can’t miss this grand open space, boasting warm colors and picturesque architecture. The cobbled stone square is flanked by countless cafes, and acts as the meeting place, including for many of the free walking tours. This plaza was designed in 1619 by Juan Gómez de Mora and is something you must see in Madrid. Food and drink can be a bit overpriced in the plaza, but it’s worth sitting down at one of the tables at least once for the experience! We recommend Restaurant DCorozon at the North East corner of the plaza.

6. Madrid’s Museums

Madrid is a city filled to the brim with museums. From incredible paintings, history, artwork and architecture, it’s not easy to experience all of them even in a lengthy visit. In a pinch, here are the best museums in Madrid:

Prado Museum (Museo Nacional del Prado)

The Prado Museum (Museo Nacional del Prado) is a must-see when visiting Spain’s capital. There are many tours available to really dive into the works, but for those of you who are on a tight schedule, one or two hours can be enough to see the most important pieces of art. There are over 7,000 paintings within its interior, so even spending the entire day here is likely to only scratch the surface, and is an intimidating feet! The Museum is open from 10am to 8pm, however visiting at the very start of the day or during lunchtime around 2pm may save you some time in the queues. Buying a ticket in advance means that you can head straight in through security and avoid the long line altogether. Free entry is offered from 6 to 8pm Monday through Saturday and 5-7pm on Sundays and holidays, but the free hours almost always equate to large lines and crowded rooms. Must-see paintings include Valaquez’s Las Meninas, and Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights.

Reina Sofia Museum (Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía):

Spain’s national museum which holds 20th-century art. This prized museum is also located close to the Atocha train station in Madrid’s “golden triangle” of art. Holding Picasso’s Guernica, this is an essential stop for any lover of art. The Reina Sofia is closed every Tuesday, with entry from 10am to 9pm. The least busiest time to visit is right at opening. Like the Prado Museum, you can purchase tickets online in advance.

Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum (Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza):

Another incredibly popular museum in Madrid hosting an overview of art from the 13th to the late 20th century. From Renaissance and Baroque, to Pop Art and Impressionism, The Thyssen is one of the most extraordinary private collections of European art in the world. Where the Prado and Reina Sofia allow you to dive into specific bodies of work, the Thyssen takes a much broader view of artistic styles. Canaletto, Rubens, Degas, Manet and Van Gogh are just a few of the great artists represented here. The Thyssen is open from 10am to 7pm Tuesday through Sunday, and 12pm to 4pm on Mondays with free entry. Purchase your tickets online.

7. El Retiro Park

After running around in the hot sun for much of the day, what better place to go and relax than Madrid’s El Retiro Park? With over 15,000 trees, Madrid’s largest park is bound to provide you with plenty of shade and a little relaxation for your mid-day siesta. Check out Rainbow Gay Tours Retiro Park Tour which will take you through to see the best sights, ending in the lively Chueca district!

The Crystal Palace (Palacio de Cristal)

As one of the most iconic buildings in Madrid, this is a must-see spot in El Retiro Park. Located in the center of the park, the palace is made almost entirely from glass. The interior hosts art exhibitions and you may enter for free to see how the light shining through the crystal bounces around the many surfaces. The Crystal Palace is also a hotspot for Instagram photos. As you walk around the small lake in front of it, be sure to take advantage of the fun photo opportunities here!

The Retiro Park Lake (Estanque grande del Retiro)

If you fancy renting a small rowboat for a few euros, you can enjoy the coolness of Retiro Park’s Lake and paddle around, enjoying the view. The lake lies just beyond the massive statue of Alfonso XII, and is especially beautiful at sunset.

The Rose Garden (La Rosaleda)

Most of the flowers and roses are blooming in full force by late May, making this part of the park absolutely stunning any part of the late Spring. Walk through and get lost in its many arches and thousands of roses. It’s the perfect spot to rest your feet on a bench, watch the fountains, and simply enjoy a quiet moment away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

8. Tapa Street (Calle de la Cava Baja)

You cannot visit Madrid without experiencing the madness and fun of going out for tapas! Cram yourself into a small bar a little past 8pm to start your dinner with small plates and ask for a glass of vino tinto or 3! There are by far more tapa bars than empty stomachs in Madrid, but here on Calle de la Cava Baja you will find some of the best and locally popular spots in the old city. This is one of the best places to eat in Madrid. Looking for a couple places to start? Check out Lamiak and Casa Lucas.

9. San Miguel Market (Mercado de San Miguel)

Although not the cheapest place to get tapas in Madrid, San Miguel Market holds a massive variety of flavors and represents a new type of Spanish cuisine. The large indoor market is packed with tourists and locals alike drinking and eating and meeting with friends in the open areas around the market. Even if you’re not planning on having your entire dinner here, it’s worth checking out and enjoying a couple exquisite and modern tapas.

10. Chueca District

Chueca is the heart of gay Madrid. For nightlife, the bars and clubs are primarily centered around Plaza de Vazquez de Mella. Whether you’re looking for a place to grab a drink, sit down for dinner, go shopping, or go dancing, Chueca has something for everyone. It’s an active area that in recent decades has exploded as the quintessential gay neighborhood of Madrid. Make sure to cut out a little time to experience the nightlife here.

Where to Stay in Madrid

With a ton to see comes just as many options for accommodations including many hotels and hostels in Madrid. When looking at aspects of location, affordability, comfort and social atmosphere, these are the best places to stay in Madrid.

Axel Hotel:

In the heart of the old city is Axel Hotel, providing an incredibly fun and comfortable environment to see all the best parts of Madrid while being able to meet others in the city. With its rooftop pool and bar, Axel is the most renowned and top recommended LGBTQ+ hotel in central Madrid. Book your stay at Axel Hotel.

OK Hostel Madrid:

Along with hotel options, there are a variety of hostels to choose from in Madrid. OK Hostel is one of the most popular and highest rated hostels in the city center. It is one of our favorite hostales en Madrid! OK Hostel takes the cake for great location, centered just a five minute walk from Plaza Mayor and a short distance from the gay and nightlife district, Chueca. OK hostel hosts tons of group activities including their daily free walking tour, and a pretty expansive breakfast including eggs, bacon, and a fun cappuccino machine! This makes for a great, comfortable and affordable option for those who are looking to meet fellow travelers and backpackers. Book your stay at OK Hostel Madrid.

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Shimla Manali Chandigarh Tour Book Now With Friends And Family

Book Now Shimla Manali Chandigarh Tour Holiday Packages That Are Hot Favourites Of Mountain Lovers Like You. Plan your Shimla Manali Trip Now.

Deluxe Package / Off Session With Budget Hotel

INR:- 30,500/- One Couple Tour:- (05 Nights / 06 Days) Include:- Budget Hotel + Meals + Cab + Transfer + Sightseeing. Honeymoon Special:- INR: 1,500/- Extra Charges

Deluxe Package / ON Session With Budget Hotel

INR:- 38,000/- One Couple Tour:- (05 Nights / 06 Days) Include:- Budget Hotel + Meals + Cab + Transfer + Sightseeing. Honeymoon Special:- INR: 1,500/- Extra Charges NOTE :– Inclusive All Toll Tax + Inter-State Tax + Green Tax + State Permit + Driver Allowance.

Day-1: Chandigarh — Shimla

On arrival at Chandigarh Airport/ Railway Station you will meet, assist and drive towards Shimla (3—4 Hours). On the way sightseeing- Pinjore Garden-(Mughal Garden), Timber Trail. Shimla was the former Capital of “British India”.Set amidst the Snow-Capped Shivalik Mountain. Evening free to stroll in the famous shopping place of Shimla Town – “The Mall & The Ridge” This large open space in the heart of town presents excellent views of the mountain ranges.Shimla Landmarks:-The Neo-Gothic Structure of Christ-Church and the Neo-Tudor – Library building, Jakhu-Temple, Sankat Mochan, Inst. Of Advance Study. Overnight stay at a hotel in shimla.

Day-2: Shimla — Kufri — Manali

Morning,after breakfast proceed to Shimla for in and around sightseeing in Shimla visit- Green Valley, Indira Tourist Park, Himalayan Nature Park, Chini Bunglow, Fagu Valley, ”KUFRI”. India one of the best holiday paradise Kufri in Shimla is beautifully tucked at an altitude of 2,622 meter.The place is a tourist hotspot for its awesome scenic and sports activities. Afternoon leave for Manali, on the way sightseeing Like:-  Sunder Nagar Lake, Pandoh Dam, Vaishno Devi Temple, “KULLU”, Kullu Market, River-Rafting, Shawls Factory. Overnight stay at the Hotel in Manali.

Day-3: Manali — Sightseeing

Morning, after breakfast local sightseeing of manali :- Hadimba Temple built in 1553 with a superbly crafted pagoda roof, it is famous for its exquisitely carved doorway. Club House with comprehensive facilities that include roller skating, an auditorium, billiards room, a library, a bar and restaurant makes a wonderful outing for the day. Tibetan Monastery, Van Vihar, Manu Temple and “Vashist” are well known for its hot springs. There are old temples dedicated to the  Saga Vashit and to Lord Rama. Evening visit famous “Mall Road”. Overnight stay at a hotel in Manali. 

Day-4: Manali — Solang Valley

Morning, After breakfast proceed for full day sightseeing in :- Solang-Valley, Nehru Kund, Gulaba, Kothi Village, Him Valley. Overnight stay at the hotel in Manali. While visiting Solang Valley one should also try their hands on adventure activities as it is one of best places for adventures near Manali. You can enjoy activities like :- Paragliding, Cable Car Ropeway, Zorbing, Snow Scooter, Skiing, Horse Riding, and also can enjoy a short Trek to “Anjani Mahadev”. 

Day-5: Manali — Chandigarh

Morning, after breakfast check out from the hotel and leave for Chandigarh on the way, visit – “KULLU”, Kullu Valley, Shawls Factory, and drive to Chandigarh. Overnight stay at the hotel in Chandigarh.

Day-6: Chandigarh — Sightseeing

Morning, After breakfast checkout from hotel and visit Chandigarh local Sightseeing- Sukhna Lake, Rock Garden, Rose Garden, Elante Mall, Sec. 17 Plaza, Art Museum & Mansa Devi Temple and drop at Delhi/Chandigarh Railway Station/Airport to catch onward Train / Flight.

“THE JOURNEY MAY END BUT BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES REMAINS FOREVER “

Honeymoon Special:- Bed with Flower Decoration, Candle light dinner, Drinks, Honeymoon cake etc during the stay period.

NOTE :– Inclusive All Toll Tax + Inter-State Tax + Green Tax + State Permit + Driver Allowance etc.

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Public Transport in Jakarta

Heyy!! Welcome to Jakarta. As you know, in Jakarta you may suffer an headache caused by crazy mass traffic in this city. By a private transportation, such as cars, and motorbike it has so many of them. Some people would prefer riding a car due to tropical weather and dust in every single spot in Jakarta, to protect their freshness body to office. Some other people might think the motorbike could take them to destination way faster than any transportation, but the risk they take (and maybe the just go with it) is dealing with pollution and vehicle emissions. Not a few people who gets sweaty very much after the struggle at the road. 

But maybe we could take some public transportation to avoid the madness on the road. There’s no sound of horn, no dust, no traffic jam, and of course no police (my experience for ever been ticketed LOL). The transportation that I want to talk about is KRL (Kereta Rel Listrik). It’s more like subway in US, but it’s not in the underground and it has electricity for operated (duh!)

I always using KRL to go to office. FYI I started from St. Depok to St. Sudirman to get work. I could drive a car or motorbike, but I just don’t want to get a badmood for being to long in the road (for some reasons that I explained at the start). So, I just take KRL and the ticket is cheap. Imagining I’m wasting 2litres of Pertamax for riding motorbik, and it’s equal for 20k Rupiahs. For taking KRL, it only takes 8k Rupiahs round-trips, and 6k for parking fees. And I could take a walk from Station to my office. So, I can save money for 6k Rupiahs everyday. Of course it’s not applicable when your office is too far away from the station. 

So, I just want to tell some guides to you guys who might be in a first time in Jakarta. I just attached the map of KRL Jabodetabek. Let’s start for the Shopping Mall in Jakarta.

There’s a lot of Shopping Mall in Jakarta, such as Grand Indonesia, Kota Kasablanka, Central Park, Pondok Indah Mall, Mall Kelapa Gading, etc. First thing what ou have to know is where is the address for the Mall that you want to visit. I can highlight the Station for some Shopping Mall.

Grand Indonesia / Plaza Indonesia (Nearest Station: St. Sudirman).

Kota Kasablanka (Nearest Station: St. Tebet).

Mall Taman Anggrek / Central Park / Neo Soho (Nearest Station: St. Tanahabang).

Gandaria City  (Nearest Station: St. Palmerah).

Ancol Beach City  (Nearest Station: St. Kampung Bandan).

Mall Kelapa Gading  (Nearest Station: St. Klender). There’s no station near this place, but you could take another transportation like taxi online to get to this place.   

Pondok Indah Mall  (Nearest Station: St. Kebayoran).

That’s it! It could be more reference for another transportation. I just give an information what I know, feel free if you want ask more. I might be not know more but let’s find out eh. We could travel for a day I don’t mind hhehehhe.

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Walking Tour of NYC and the Skyscraper Museum

The Woolworth Building is located at 233 Broadway in Manhattan. Built by master architect Cass Gilbert and opened in 1913, this amazing structure was once the tallest building in New York City. Designed in the Neo-Gothic style, the Woolworth Building stands at 792 feet and consists of 60 stories. While the four lower levels of this structure are limestone, most of the building’s façade is glazed terra cotta. Gothic ornamentation and structural details reminiscent of elaborate European churches serve to reinforce the building’s nickname, the “Cathedral of Commerce.” Open to the public, the Woolworth Building is a must see for its stunning exterior design and its place in the history of NYC’s historical landscape.

The World Trade Center Memorial is an 8-acre park built where the Twin Towers once stood. Consisting of two, large reflective pools surrounded by waterfalls, the site is a symbol of remembrance, as the names of all those who perished in the February 1993 and September 11th terrorist attacks are honored around the perimeters of these pools.  More than 400 white oak trees surround the plaza and contribute to its reflective and contemplative nature. Beneath this memorial plaza, is an underground museum with exhibits that tell the story of 9/11 and its effects on NYC and its citizens. While the Memorial is free to visit and is open to the public from 7:30 am to 9:00pm, admission to its museum varies depending on one’s age and veteran or NYPD, FDNY, and PAPD job affiliation.

The World Trade Center Transportation Hub is located in Lower Manhattan. This structure was built to replace the PATH train station that was destroyed during the September 11th terrorist attacks. Opened in 2016, the hub looks nothing like a traditional NYC train station. Its centerpiece is the Oculus, a glass and steel structure designed by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava. Massive, bright, and visually stunning, both the exterior and interior of this contemporary station resemble the wings of a bird- fitting considering the history of the site.

The World Trade Center Palm Garden, also known as the Winter Garden Atrium, is a 10-story glass vaulted pavilion on Vesey Street in New York City. Part of the Brookfield Place office complex, the Atrium was badly damaged during the 9/11 terrorist attacks as a result of the collapse of the Twin Towers.  Reconstruction of this site was completed in 2002, making it the first structure to be rebuilt after the attacks. Since its completion, the Atrium has hosted concerts, symphonies, ballets, and even a performance by the Big Apple Circus. With its 16 palm trees and several high-priced retail shops, and given its proximity to the World Trade Center Memorial and Museum, the Atrium is a must see for all.  

The Skyscraper Museum is located in Battery Park City in Manhattan. Founded in 1996, this museum celebrates the architectural history of New York City and the transformation the city underwent in the design and construction of its current skyline. The museum exhibits an insightful collection of photographs, artifacts, scaled models, and information. It covers the technology, zoning law changes, and financial incentives that worked to make NYC’s landscape what it is today. For a standard admission of $5.00 and a student admission fee of $2.50, this small yet information packed museum is worth a visit for anyone interested in architectural design and development.

City Hall Park is located in Downtown Manhattan. Continuing is century-long role in civic life, the park was the site of the infamous Climate Protest on Friday, September 20, 2019. Surrounded by governmental and city municipal buildings, this usually tranquil spot was occupied by a large number of NYC’s citizens as they voiced their concerns for the future of the environment. Parading and chanting, these individuals made themselves heard by those working in the park’s surrounding area in the hopes of eliciting a response from their representatives on this important matter during the country’s upcoming UN meetings.

A walking tour of New York City is important for understanding the complex nature of its history and development, as well as its people. Oftentimes, the beauty of the city is overshadowed by the sheer size of its skyscrapers without a true appreciation for the enormous amount of time, effort, and skill that went into their planning and construction. Likewise, the resilience of New Yorkers and their love for the city can only be seen by walking among them, seeing what they have created, and hearing their voices for the future. New York City has a lot to offer, both historically and currently, and a walking tour is a must for those wanting a true NYC experience.

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