Ultimatum 1 chapters 1-12. Chapter titles are as follows -


 1. Introduction/Disclaimer
 2. Grand Entrance
 3. The Starting Lineup
 4. A Short Intervention
 5. City Slickers
 6. Mobile Suit Engineering
 7. Curiosity Killed the Genome
 8. The Challenge / Join the Chase!
 9. Crowd Control
 10. Battle Mode!
 11. The Night Life
 12. The... Sleepover?




         IT WAS A DARK AND DAMP NIGHT IN NEW YORK CITY. Perfect conditions for
 sophisticated families to drag their reluctant
 kinsmen out of the house and into the shelter of the Lincoln Center Theatre for
 a night of supposedly thrilling opera.
 It was here that it began. A conflict of unheard proportions, one that would
 decimate the metropolis, save for those
 willing to rise above the rest and accept the challenge of the coming
 apocalypse. This week, the final battle would
 take place, and

 *Keyvan rolls his eyes and, with a wave of his finger, summons 2 security guards
 to beat the narrarator down*

 Keyvan :  Nah, let him live, for the moment. Alright, narrarator, I thought I
 made it
              clear to you - I asked for a crossover. This is Parasite Eve you're giving
 me
              here.

 *Keyvan reaches behind his armchair, grabs the Parasite Eve manual, opens it to
 the story pages, and shoves it in the
 narrarator's face. The narrarator, refraining from his dramatic, booming voice,
 squeaks out his absolution*

 Narrarator :  Give me a damn minute! I'm getting to the good part! This isn't
                   Parasite Eve!

 *Keyvan pauses, and slumps back in his armchair*

 Keyvan :  Ok, I guess that was a bit harsh... go on.


         Ok, then... as I was saying before so rudely interrupted

 Keyvan :  Don't push it.

 *Keyvan whips out a 12-foot greatsword and points it at the narrarator*

         Ok, ok... so those high class, formally dressed, made their way to the Lincoln
 Center Theatre, along with some bums
 who managed to sneak in when no one was looking. What follows is what several
 newspaper reporters managed to record yet
 still smuggle out of the hall...

         It is a story some call, for reasons unknown, "The Ultimatum".



 END OF CHAPTER 1




 Lincoln Center Theatre
 Day 1, 10:30 PM

 People began their wait out in the hall. The hall itself had not been opened
 until several minutes before, and people had
 begun to flood into the furnished lobby of the building, enjoying the
 God-knows-what social activities of the high-class.
 After a short while, people began making their way to the balcony seats,
 watching high over the stage and the massive drunk
 brawls on the floor below for front seats.

 I took my seat in the executive suite as the curtains began to rise.

 And they rose.

 ....

 ....

 and...

 ...stuff's supposed to be happening.

 It had been 10 minutes since the curtain rose when people began to relax and
 make small talk to their neighbors.
 I stood up in my seat and looked around me. Noticing the overly positive aura
 given off by the situation, I supposed
 this happened regularly.

 It was 11:00. People began to fall asleep. I nearly drifted off when I heard a
 loud bang.

 "Hey..." I murmured.

 The station news reporter gave me a skeptical look. "What the hell do you want?"

 "Did you hear that?"

 The reporter shook his head and faced the front.

 Must've been in my head. I put my head back and began to fall asleep again...
 until the silence was broken by a scream
 backstage.

 The entire audience shot out of their chairs in unison. Security on the stage
 glanced offstage. They drew their guns
 and sneaked backstage.

 Which was when it happened.

 The entire assault backstage was simply a diversion, I'll tell you that right
 now. The audience began to settle down in a
 couple of minutes, figuring the problem had been solved.

 With a thunderous crash, a large section of the celing broke and smashed down
 onto the stage.

 In the mayhem, around a third of the audience shot up, screamed, and began a
 hasty retreat from the theatre.

 I stood up and swiveled around, eyeing the confusion. Anyone who was left in the
 theatre was either paralyzed from
 confusion/fear, or had a piece of the celing lodged in their heads.

 Within 2 minutes of the entire catastrophe, both the rush of people leaving and
 the noise had stopped. When wondering why,
 I realized that a figure was lowering from the sky through the hole created.

 He touched the ground on one knee with a soft thud. He remained there for
 several seconds, until looking up. He was a man,
 not beyond 16. He was of moderate size, but what really made him stand out was
 his jet black hair. His entire outfit was
 black as well, starting up with shades and ending with dark combat boots. The
 guy even had a black cape.

 He stood, and, in a moment of grace, lifted his arms to the sky and spoke out to
 the crowd.

 "Welcome. All of you. I trust you know a fragment of my power, with my show
 of...."

 He looked down to the floor seating. A good 100 seats had dead, incapacitated
 people in them.

 "... damn it. I hate it when this happens. All of you. Listen to me!"

 With a wave of his arm, every single dead person on the floor woke up in a daze.
 Until they saw their comrades and the
 shape they were in, anyways. At that point they too freaked out and escaped. To
 a hospital, hopefully.

 It was down to about 50 people, all in the balcony.

 "Oh well. No matter. I feel I need to introduce myself. My name is Magistrate
 Ultimanium. I trust none of you have read
 any of my fanfics?"

 Silence.

 One person rose and spoke. "What's a fanfic?"

 With that, Ultimanium make a flicking motion in the air, which followed with a
 deafening crack.

 Upon further investigation, the person's head was missing, with a massive
 bloodspot on the wall behind him.

 "Okay then, as I was saying. You may not know me. I am Ultimanium. I come here
 to make a proposition. Or, shall I say,
 a demand."

 He began pacing. "Anyone who knows me would know me as a fan of mainstream
 anime. Stuff on YTV, Fox, Cartoon Network,
 yadda, yadda. My comrades believe that a massive crossover episode between some
 of these shows are far overdue."

 He stopped, and pointed out into the crowd. "New York shall be the site of this
 crossover. As I speak, formal invitations
 have been made out to casts of several primetime animes, and they will find
 their way here, New York, to conduct a massive
 battle royal between episodes."

 I stood and spoke. "So you mean one massive fight?"

 "Correct. I wish only to film this and present it to the world. Which is why I
 present a message to the people of
 New York - defend yourselves, for in the case any of you interfere with my grand
 plan, these people may be forced to
 kill you."

 An elderly man in a military uniform stood. "So we'll kill them first."

 Ultimanium's eyes shot into a deep red glow. He punched his hand, sending a
 small gust of wind through the floor aisles.
 "NO! Know if that you manage to destroy any participants, I will be forced to
 bring you down by my hand. And if I can't..."

 A deep voice spoke up. "Then I will!!!"

 Another figure dove out of the sky and landed on the stage with a shudder. This
 person was slightly more rotund than
 Ultimanium, but at least he had proper clothing on. His hair glowed a pulsating
 yellow-gold not the likes I have seen.

 Ultimanium glanced over. "Hey, Perry. Glad you could make it."

 Perry gave a hats-off motion. "Glad to be of service."

 "This is my fellow warrior, Ultramagnus," Ultimanium announced. "He is of a long
 line of Super Saiyan, superhumans with
 great physical and psychic powers."

 Yet another unlucky person stood up. "Psychic my ass."

 Ultimanium nodded off to Ultramagnus. Ultramagnus braced himself and held his
 hands close together in a supportive manner,
 as if he was holding something powerful between them.

 "Kame...."

 That's it. I'm getting out of here.

 "...hame..."

 "....HAAAAA!!"

 I managed to get out to the lobby before a massive laser blew the entire celing
 above me to rubble. Well, normally I would
 get crushed by it, but I realized that the celing was vaporized. I broke into a
 windsprint to the New York Times building,
 with a pair of ominous laughs trailing me.

 No one is ever going to believe this.



 END OF CHAPTER 2




 New York, Various Locales
 Day 2, 6:00 AM



 Davis' head shot up and hit the top of the window, sending him reeling forward
 in his seat. Davis' pain was accompanied
 by the customary wail of agony.

 "Yaaaii..."

 He bit his lip. Most of the passangers on this side of the plane were giving him
 an evil look. His friends, on the other
 hand, minded their own business. They knew too well what a noise that high
 pitched meant and had learned to ignore it.

 An announcement over the intercom - "Sorry about that turbulence there, folks...
 enjoy the rest of your flight."

 Davis regained himself and turned to see Veemon in the seat next to him swelling
 as to contain a spasm of laughter.

 "...ugh.... you can shut up now." Davis groaned. He bowed forward rather than
 resting his head on the windowsill.
 I might be stupid once, but not enough for a second round, he thought.

 "Hey, Davis! Wake up!" Veemon cried as he sent a backhand across Davis' face,
 sending him reeling again, this time
 hard enough to knock him out of his trance.

 "Veemon. What are you doing here?" Davis whispered as he rubbed the scratch on
 his face. "Through all the pep speeches
 you give, you think I could just tough it out myself for once?"

 "No problem's too repetitive to solve for my friend Davis!!" Veemon wailed. With
 those words, he gave Davis a crushing
 bear hug.

 Davis sweatdropped. His vision danced around the compartment, various people
 giving him extremely disgusted looks.

 Davis pushed Veemon away. "Stop it, Veemon. People are getting ideas."

 Veemon climbed back into his seat and redid the seatbelt. "Oh, it looks like
 another Kari incident, doesn't it?"

 Davis sat up in his chair, to see his digidestined friends in the seats across
 the compartment from them. Not all of them
 had come on the trip, just enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Tai, Sora,
 Ken, TK and the ever-so-lovely Kari took
 up the coach class seats on the starboard of the plane, and Davis had decided to
 move away to some empty seats to get
 away from TK.

 Davis drooped again. "Damn it, TK."

 TK had begun putting moves on Kari just as Davis changed his view over to that
 area.

 "If you've read one fanfic, you've read 'em all." Veemon sighed.

 "What do you mean?" Davis questioned.

 "Nothing." Veemon said.

 Davis leaned to the window. But, he thought, this time'll be different. Once I
 show my awesome power by beating down
 this "Ultimanium", these guys will really see who wears the pants in this group!
 For you, Kari.

 And with another jolt from the surrounding aerospace, Davis smashed his head on
 the top of the window.

 "Aiiiee.."


 ********


 The Capsule Corp. Med Airship waited in the hangar of the North City airport.
 Within all of 3 minutes, the hangar gate
 raised and the airship started humming, its props circling violently. It began
 to roll out to the runway.

 Goku made his way out to the runway, carrying a gigantic hockey bag on his
 pinky. Trailing him were Gohan, Trunks, Vegeta
 and Krillin.

 "Someone mind telling me when Goku got new clothes?" Trunks said, with an amused
 look on his face.

 Gohan rolled his eyes and continued walking. Goku was a changed man when he
 returned to Earth, more apparant now than ever.
 He, for once, had his outfit packed with the remainder of his clothes (2 shirts
 and a tie), filling the rest of the bag
 with bricks to give the appearance of a full pack. He twirled it on his pinky,
 with travelling businessmen and families
 watching in awe.

 Vegeta sped up. "Alright, Kakarot, I want to know what is going on here, and I
 want to know now! You pride yourself in
 showing your supposed power in public more than anyone I have ever seen! Do you
 stop this madness, or do you want someone
 to show you REAL power!?"

 Goku kept moving. "C'mon, Vegeta.. calm down. It's just that with all the
 coverage from the Cell Games, It's up to me to
 maintain the celebrity image I've created for myself."

 Trunks stopped. "Goku," he asked, "the Cell Games don't start for 2 weeks. What
 are you talking about?"

 Goku turned, and with a demeanourous voice, said... "Advertisements."

 Krillin sighed. "I was wondering how we paid for this trip."

 Gohan frowned. "I'm the one who kills Cell. I don't know why you're the one
 getting flocked with girls."

 Krillin shifted his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

 Gohan dug in his bag, pulled out a duotang and tossed it at Krillin.

 Krillin examined the cover. "DBZ Episode 190 - Stage Script... hey!..."

 Trunks pointed out to the runway. "Hey guys, here's our ride..."

 While everybody fitted themselves in their seats, Vegeta positioned himself at
 the back of the craft, arms folded in his
 signature
 you-guys-all-suck-and-i'll-beat-you-all-with-my-arms-tied-behind-my-back-and-I'm-pissed-off-about-it
 stance.
 Ultimanium? Ha! Don't make me laugh... I'll beat you and become the Prince of
 Saiyans once and for all!


 ********


 Meanwhile, a plain a short distance outside of New York was torn to shreds by a
 humungous flying behemoth. Massive boosters
 on the feet of the humanoid mech sent it hurtling through the air a short
 distance off the ground, tearing up all beneath
 it. After a short jaunt, the mech righted itself and stood straight off the
 ground. The mech's grey and white plating
 shined in the afternoon sun, as distraught farmers beat the feet of the mech
 with pitchforks.

 Duo held silent for a second. The mobile suit turned and Duo checked behind him.
 Nobody there.

 "No... breathe... don't get paranoid." he murmured.

 He looked around his control panels. He drummed his fingers on a metal plate
 inside the cockpit as he checked various
 readings on the panels above him.

 "Okay. You're set. Keep going."

 The suit skipped several more plots of land before stopping again.

 "Maaan... if anyone figures out the Deathscythe is missing, let alone
 operational, my ass will be in a sling..." Duo
 breathed.

 Duo was ready to head forward again when readings on the radar went off the
 charts.

 "Shi...!"

 An even larger mobile suit dropped out of the sky in front of him. This one was
 much different than Deathscythe -
 It beared many different colours, rather than the monochrome design of the
 Deathscythe. A massive green jewel embraced
 its chest.

 "What the..." Duo gulped. "Wing Zero...! I'd better hail it... figure out who's
 piloting it.."

 "Hey, Duo."

 Duo froze, then began to break into a mile-wide grin. "Heeeey! Heero!"

 "Er... Duo, you do realize the Gundams are property of the Colonies?"

 "Shut up, Heero. These transmissions are easily interceptable."

 "I suppose... where are you headed? Ultimanium's place, I presume?"

 Duo was dumbfounded. "Hey, you're supposed to report me."

 Heero shrugged. "Nah. Where'd you think I got mine? You're headed to fight
 Ultimanium? The Gundams need a new test,
 I suppose. I'd be happy to accompany you."

 Duo smirked. "C'mon, then."

 With that, the two Gundams rocketed toward the city of New York.

 Duo slumped back. Ultimanium. I've got a really nasty feeling about this...
 geez, Duo, stop worrying! It's not like
 this guy's got his own private army or something. Hah, he's hamburger.


 ********


 A small apartment building rose above the horizon. Along with several other
 apartments at its base, and the corresponding
 slums surrounding it, the complex helped make up the lower-middle class
 residential zone of the city. Although the 20th
 floor of the apartment and up had a skyline view of the local Lincoln Center
 Theatre, no one made notice of the mountain
 of debris that stood where it once did.

 About the only room that was noticably different than the others was one on the
 22nd floor. Room 2204 shined above all
 the others in that it was about the only one in the room in a mile radius in
 working order. The tenants made the effort
 of tuning it up to make it last.

 In the room lived 3 men: 3 men with one purpose in mind. Get away from their
 girls, or die trying. To this extent, they
 didn't have an address. They didn't have a phone. They transmitted messages
 between their hallmates via carrier pigeons.
 They would often wear different colored wigs when grocery shopping. Well, two of
 them, anyways.

 "... you have to be kidding me."

 "God, Squall...just wear the thing. If we get caught by our babes or yours,
 we'll be interrogated anyways." Cloud demanded.

 Zidane, off in the background, slipped on a red curly wig. "It's just another
 shift. As soon as we grab some fruit and some
 cereal, BANG! we're out of there. If anyone notices us, it'll be our afterimages
 they'll see."

 In classic Squall style, he turned to the right. "No."

 Squall, Cloud, and Zidane shared increasingly large bouts of paranoia, though
 not generally in that order. Through each of
 their adventures, they encountered groupies. One each eventually turned into
 their supposed lovers - Tifa Lockheart,
 Rinoa Heartilly and the woman referred to only within the group as "Garnet" each
 would lock on to any guy out of the group
 and drag them kicking and screaming back to the family job where they belonged.
 Zidane's case was the worst -
 he was actually married to Garnet, and him being caught would mean Squall and
 Cloud would never see him again.

 Zidane threw up his hands in disgust, and collapsed onto the couch. "Weeelll....
 we're gonna be here for a while. Toss me
 one."

 Cloud got beers for everyone. They all fell into seperate chairs in front of the
 TV.

 Squall popped open his and sipped from it.
 Cloud popped open his and took a swig from it.
 Zidane popped open his and chugged from it.

 Zidane threw his empty can at Squall. "God damn it, Squall, get off your
 feminine side already!" he yelled. "You were so
 hardcore before you took that SeeD mission and met that frigging Rinoa. Why
 couldn't you just sign up for leave like you
 normally did?!"

 Cloud finished his beer and tossed it over his shoulder. "You know what our
 friend here needs? The Shinra treatment.
 Maybe if we send him on another hardcore commando mission WITHOUT any hot chicks
 in sight, he'll get his priorities
 straight!"

 Cloud reached into the garbage bin beside him and pulled out a crumpled flyer.
 "Like this Ultimanium terrorist. I hear
 it was him that blew the Lincoln Center Theatre to shit, and I got this flyer in
 the mail inviting me to fight him!"
 He looked over to Squall. "Let's take Miss Squall with us."

 Squall began to argue, at least until the flat side of his gunblade landed on
 top of his head and knocked him out.
 Zidane tossed the hybrid sword onto the couch next to him.

 "Thanks, Zidane." Cloud sighed.

 Cloud and Zidane both began dragging the unconscious Squall out of the
 residence. On their way out, Cloud sheathed his
 Buster Sword on his back and Zidane grabbed the Ultima Weapon off of a wall
 rack.

 Zidane continued forward, along with Squall. Ultimanium? He can't be that tough.
 I've beat Necron's ass, so mortal issues
 should be pie for us. I'm coming, asshole. You've been warned.




 END OF CHAPTER 3




 Balvic Apartment Block
 Day 2, 8:45


 Nobody was in a position to make suggestions. The digidestined were just landing
 at the city airport, the Gundams has
 just cleared city limits, the Z crew landed 5 minutes behind the Digimon
 brigade, and the Final Fantasy
 bachelors/semi-bachelor had left the premises. Had they stayed any longer, they
 may have heard Ultimanium five floors
 above them.

 Ultimanium sat, feet on a table. The celing fan in the room slowed to a halt,
 and fell to the floor with a smash.

 He got up and kicked the fan into a corner. "I certainly could have picked
 better premises."

 Ultimanium returned to his seat and reexamined the heap of trinkets on the
 table. Everything he needed for a battle
 worthy of Ragnarok sat in front of him. He dug in and removed several artifacts
 from the mess, lining them up in front
 of him.

 On the table, asides from the junk pile, lied a digivice, a small memory card, a
 scouter, a small round red crystal,
 and a pair of keys.

 He unveiled his arm from his cloak and glanced at his watch. 1 hour, 36 minutes.

 The door flew upon and Ultramagnus walked in.

 "Ultramagnus. I was about to call you."

 "What's up?"

 "Have a seat." Ultimanium pointed at the ground in front of Ultramagnus. A used
 chair from the floor below shot
 through the floor and positioned itself in front of the desk.

 Ultramagnus reached for the memory card. "Hey..."

 Ultimanium swiped all the objects and replaced them. "These aren't for you."

 "Well, what's the deal with all these... waitaminute, a digivice? A scouter?"

 "I was going to explain the rules to you now." Ultimanium was now showing
 annoyance in his voice.

 Keyvan :  Don't piss me off. You won't like me when I'm pissed off.

 *Keyvan points at the moon and it explodes*

 Keyvan :  Okay, then. Back to our story.

 "You may have noticed our.. *ahem* crossover material present here." Ultimanium
 stated.

 "Let me put it bluntly," he said, "everything here technically belongs to each
 of our attending teams. The digivice
 and the memory card, for the digidestined, the scouter for the Z Team, the
 crystal for the Final Three, and the keys
 for the Gundam Pilots."

 "Keys?" Ultramagnus was noticably lost at this point.

 "Remind me to show you later. Anyways, all of this equipment is optional for
 each team. However, it will surely help in
 the final free-for-all battle between the teams in Central Park. Each team will
 have a task to perform in the vincinity
 of New York. When they accomplish these tasks, they will be awarded with the
 enhancements. Don't ask what each represents,
 you will see during the final battle. Except the keys. They will become apparant
 before then."

 Ultramagnus got up to leave. "....right. Whatever. See you around."


 Ultimanium swiveled the chair to the window. "When the apocalypse arrives."



 END OF CHAPTER 4




 John F. Kennedy International Airport - Arrival Terminal
 Day 2, 9:08

 Again Davis' friends pushed ahead of him. This time they weren't going to slow
 down. It was up to Davis to jump to the
 challenge and use every last ounce of energy to push ahead of them.. for the
 last.... timmmeee.....

 Davis collapsed, dropping his hockey bag and Kari's backpack. Kari's remained
 intact, though a vast majority of Davis'
 content spilled and was being scattered by the surrounding croud's busy walking
 feet.

 "YAAAHHH!! Frick!!" Davis yelled as he dived into the crowd to scoop up a
 handful of marbles. As the crowd began to
 dissiapate, he was able to pick up the remaining scatterings of assorted junk.

 Veemon stood, one hand on his side and the other carrying a grocery bag with
 some treats. He looked confused.
 "Davis... why do you have marbles with you?"

 Davis threw his bag to the ground. "I have them because they're GOOD LUCK!!
 Catch up on your superstitions in your spare
 time and you would KNOW!!"

 Veemon shook his head. "If you were defending yourself, you would refer to it as
 a ritual." He looked down to Davis'
 other hand, and regained eye contact. "Hey, why do you have Kari's bag?"

 Davis stood tall and proud. He had saved Kari's bag. Again. "She forgot it on
 the conveyor." He exclaimed.

 Unbeknowest to Davis, Gatomon was standing next to Veemon. "We aren't getting
 our bags yet." Gatomon groaned. She tried
 to break off from the discussion and return to Kari, but felt she had to beat
 down Davis' confidence, just to keep him
 off Kari. For the time being, anyways.

 Davis sweatdropped.

 "And if Kari notices you have her bag, well... TK might get the wrong idea." She
 said happily, having fulfilled her
 objective. "Ta, boys." She turned on her heel and returned to the group.

 Veemon was already rolling on the ground, laughing.

 Davis looked back up and froze. Kari was finishing up her conversation. If
 she... NO! No time to think!

 Davis sprinted back to the conveyor and threw it and his own bag back on it. He
 turned....

 To find Kari staring at him.

 Veemon sat, punching the side of the conveyor. He was ecstatic. "Wahahaha....
 now THIS is funny..."

 Davis seems never to run out of sweatdrops. He figured right now might be a good
 time to splurge on them.

 He weakly held his arm up. "............oh........hey.......Kar....i?"

 Kari stood still.

 I'm in for it, Davis thought.

 "...... Davis? What are you doing back here? We're all up ahead. Grab your bags.
 We're going to be staying at Mimi's
 until we get further notice from Ultimanium. .... Davis? Is something wrong?"

 Davis regained circulation. "..uh... sure.. I'll be right there."

 He swiped his bag... and Kari's.

 "Davis?"

 "Yaaugghh!!..."

 Davis quickly handed the bag off to Kari and made a run for it, with Veemon
 close behind.

 Tai sat, leaned against a pillar. Davis and Veemon tore past.

 Tai laughed to himself. "Davis, Davis... Kari's not going down easy."

 Sora tapped Tai on the shoulder. "What was that about?"

 "You know. I know." Tai laughed. Sora smiled, and they both returned to the
 group.

 As Davis and Veemon weaved through the crowd ahead of the group, TK could be
 heard at the back of the group, growling.

 When Ken turned to see what was wrong, he noticed someone off in the distance.

 "Hey! Is that... hey, it's that guy from the Cell Games commercial!"

 Goku walked on far off in the distance, waving his bag in all directions around
 him with acrobatic accuaracy. On his sides
 were the rest of the Z crew. Again, families, the elderly and businessmen/women
 were apparently clearing a path for him.
 He began to slow down as Kari jumped in front of his path, wielding a notepad
 and a pen.

 "Gooookuuuuu!! Give me an autograph!" she yelped.

 Davis and TK turned beet red and had their digivices high. Veemon and Patamon
 were both trying to get the digivices out
 of their outraged masters' hands.

 "As you wish, miss." Goku said. As he handed the notebook back to Kari, a TV
 reporter leaped out from behind the pillar
 that Tai was leaning on and whipped a video camera out at Goku. Goku turned
 toward the camera, gave a thumbs-up motion,
 and grinned to expose his teeth.

 FWASSH

 The flash given off by the perfectly shined teeth blinded everyone in a
 five-foot radius. Davis, TK, Krillin, Gohan and
 Trunks all leaped back several feet. Kari blinked, began to walk away, and fell
 flat on her face.

 Ken watched Davis and TK fight to help her up. He turned to Goku. "Hey, Goku,
 what are you doing here?"

 Goku swept Ken away. Ken backed up, nearly stumbling. "Sorry, that is denied
 access. I am simply on a mission to save the
 free world. You can count on me!"

 Vegeta stepped out from behind Tai's pillar. "... from a terrorist by the name
 of Ultimanium."

 All of the digidestined froze.

 "See what happens when you say things like that?" Goku whispered to Vegeta.

 Davis stepped in and stared Goku in the face. "Alright, Goku, what do you know
 about...."

 Everybody stopped and looked around as they heard a massive roar from off in the
 distance. TK looked up and off in the
 distance, and pointed. "There..."

 Everybody looked up through the skyroof in time to see two massive mobile suits
 shoot by. The sonic boom shattered the
 entire skyroof, and the group shielded themselves from the resulting shards of
 glass that rained upon them.

 Trunks opened one eye. "Everyone alright?"

 The Z team and the digidestined nodded in unison, as well as some people off in
 the distance.

 Goku got up immediately and continued walking. "Ok then, we'll be seeing you."

 Krillin, Trunks and Gohan uncovered themselves in time to see Goku and Vegeta
 continuing down the hall to the parking lot.

 Krillin sighed. "Sorry guys. Mr. Concealment here wants to get going. Some other
 time."

 Gohan and Trunks followed Krillin as he ran off after Goku.

 Davis stood, yelling. "B...bu...but... HEY!!"

 Kari put her hand on Davis' shoulder. "Don't worry, if they're associated with
 Ultimanium, then we should see them again."

 Davis stayed frozen while the remainder of the digidestined continued down the
 hall. Veemon tapped him on the knee.
 "We can go now."

 Davis woke up. "... ok. I"m coming."

 Keyvan :   And so they all continued to Mimi's, where they found another
 surprise...
                   but enough about them for now... let's worry about -

 ********

 "CLOUD!!!"

 Cloud's ears popped. It was like his head just got shot to the bottom of the
 ocean.

 "Pick up your load!"

 Cloud hoisted Squall's heels onto his shoulders. "Hey, Zidane. Did you notice
 anything funny back there?"

 Zidane groaned. "What now?"

 Cloud looked to the sky. Nothing there. "It was like there was a sonic boom a
 ways off."

 "Trust me, if there was a sonic boom, other people would have noticed it."
 Zidane said. They continued down the park path.

 A scream. Followed by a massive, earth-shattering thud.

 ********

 Wing Zero and Deathscythe stood tall in a small plain in the center of Central
 Park.

 Duo glanced around. "Boooooy, we're going to get in real crap for this!!"

 Wing Zero turned.

 "Duo, are you even aware of where you're supposed to meet Ultimanium?" Heero
 asked.

 "Well, now that you ask..."

 Wing Zero brought its hand up and smashed it against its forehead.

 "I should've known not to go along with this..." Heero groaned.

 Both Gundams gently sat down, as so not to totally annihilate the city
 infrastructure beneath them. The chests on both
 opened. Duo and Heero climbed out of their respective Gundams.

 Heero looked at the park around him. People just kept walking. Things like this
 must happen normally, he thought.
 "Hey, Duo. What exactly did Ultimanium tell you when he invited you here?"

 Duo shrugged. "Beats me. He just said 'come', and then I would be given further
 instructions from there."

 A limo by the sidewalk got his attention.

 "What's that...?" Duo said.

 A fat man with yellow glowing hair in a tuxedo held up a sign. 'Duo Maxwell,
 Heero', it said.

 "I was figuring you had a last name." Duo said.

 *Keyvan lowers from the heavens*

 Keyvan :  Maybe I just don't know his last name. So sue me.

 *Keyvan rises back to his astral throne*

 "Who the hell was that?" Heero asked.

 "Beats me. Whatever, this is our ride. C'mon."

 Narrarator :  What's the deal with this limo thing?

 *Keyvan shrugs*

 Keyvan :  I have no idea who Duo or Heero would know in New York, so I just
 thought
                  I would throw them in a 5-star hotel for the night.

 Narrarator :  As long as I'm not paying for it, I'll let it slide.

 Keyvan :  I take it you haven't been watching your credit cards lately.

 Cloud and Zidane entered the clearing.

 "What in the hell are these?" Cloud gasped.

 Ahead of them lied the seated Gundams.

 With their chests still open.

 Cloud got an evil grin on his face.

 Zidane backed off. "No way. You can't be serious."

 Keyvan :  I KNEW they forgot something. :)

 ********

 A loud rapping came from Mimi's door. Ok, then, she thought as she made her way
 to the living room, it's summer,
 giant robots are flying around, opera theatres are exploding, police from Odiaba
 district are phoning me asking questions
 about evil monsters... so this should be...

 She opened the door.

 The entire digidestined group sat at the door facing in, with blank stares on
 their faces.

 She spun around, clapped, and threw her hands triumphantly in the air. I am so
 awesome.

 "Mimi?" Kari asked, "did we show up at a bad time?"

 "No." Mimi exclaimed, "I'm just awesome!"

 Silence.

 Gatomon stepped forward. "Let's just get to the point - we're stuck in New York.
 Simple. No muss, no fuss."

 Everyone knew that the phrase "stuck in New York" was more than it sounded like.
 New York was under bombardment by
 atrocity after atrocity, starting with an invasion by Godzilla

 Keyvan :  Don't ask.

 in the early 1950's, with various natural disasters leading up to an invasion by
 Digimon a couple months ago after a
 large quantity of them were accidentally released into the real world. It took a
 huge effort cooperating with
 digidestined all over the planet to send them back.

 Mimi waited for an explanation.

 Patamon rose up. "Some weirdo going by the title of Ultimanium sent a message to
 each of us in the mail stating some
 grand battle championship. We came to watch it, but we haven't heard about it
 from anyone else, and we.."

 Pause.

 Davis sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Goku told us too."

 Mimi lit up. "Goku? From the Cell Games commercial??"

 Kari leaped forward "I got his autograph!!"

 "OOOH!! Did you?!"

 Both girls continued to devolve into a giggling fit.

 Davis, TK, Tai, and Ken proceeded to tranquilize Mimi and Kari.

 Davis yanked the needle out of the unconscious Kari. "That's better."

 Keyvan :  Mind telling me where you got that?

 Davis grinned. "Never leave home without 'em."

 "You got that right." Ken spoke.

 Keyvan :  Well, if you really had to. Oh well.

 Keyvan :  Well, then! Where do the groups go from here? When will the ominous
 Ultimanium and Ultramagnus make their
 presence known? Why are the Gundam pilots staying in a hotel? What will Cloud
 and Zidane do to handle the Gundams?
 And how will I explain to the narrarator that he's bankrupt? Read on, and find
 out!




 END OF CHAPTER 5




 Madison Grande Hotel
 Day 2, 11:45 AM

 The stretch limo slid up to the front of the hotel, taking up nearly 4 parking
 spaces. Behind it a taxi screeched to a halt.

 Goku unrolled the window at the back of the limo. Slowly, he stuck his head out
 and scanned the nearby area.

 He slid his head back in and rolled the window back up. "Alright... the only way
 they can get to me is by my sides.."

 He pointed both ways down the sidewalk.

 "The back alley..."

 Goku looked over to a sideroad next to the hotel.

 "And from across the street."

 All that sat across the street was an office building. An elderly man sat on a
 bench nearby feeding seed to several seagulls.

 Goku formed his battle face. "Only a feat of superhuman speed can pull this off.
 Just one windsprint to the doors and I'll
 be safe."

 "Ready.... set...."

 Goku peered off both directions.

 In the period of 0.43 seconds, Goku blew the door off the limo, and shot up to
 the hotel stairs, tearing apart all the
 asphault beneath him.

 He was about to shoot through the doors when he froze.

 "Is that you, Goku?"

 Duo and Heero both sat behind him. Their limo pulled away.

 Gohan and Krillin peered out from the taxi.

 "Nope, he's busted." Trunks sighed.

 Goku was ready to go Super Saiyan there and then, but breathed to himself. He
 turned around. "Can I help you?"

 Duo stepped up. "Actually, yes. We were wondering if this was the Madison Grande
 hotel."

 Goku eyed both of them suspiciously. "Yes. So?"

 Vegeta, sitting in the back seat of the taxi, arms folded as usual, smirked. "It
 appears the attention's getting to Kakarot."

 All four doors of the taxi opened and the Z crew made their way up the stairs
 and walked into the lobby.

 Heero remained neutral. "Ok. Thanks." Him and Duo made their way in.

 ********

 Deathscythe took another step to the right, flattening a gazebo.

 Cloud stood on the ground, shouting into a megaphone. "I guess that lever's for
 the other foot, then. Try both."

 Zidane cranked both levers. Deathscythe, defying physics, lifted both of its
 feet into the air at once, and fell flat on
 its back with an enormous crash.

 Several busted water mains pierced through the ground and sprayed water at
 Cloud. The megaphone shorted out, but he threw
 it to the ground before it had a chance to shock him.

 Cloud was soaked. "Let me try." he said, angrily.

 No response.

 "Zidane!" Cloud yelled.

 Deathscythe's comm spoke. "I don't know how to open it."

 "Forget it!!" Cloud screamed, "I'll use the other one!!"

 Cloud climbed up the leg of Wing Zero and jumped onto the opened chest plate of
 it. The plate clamped shut immediately,
 throwing Cloud into the cockpit seat.

 "Whoa... ok then, Zidane, you pulled these two levers, so..."

 He noticed a trackball inbetween them.

 "... never mind, I think I found it."

 With a flick of the wrist, Cloud rolled the trackball up.

 Wing Zero's jumpjets shot it straight into the air.

 "Heeeellllllpp....." Wing Zero's comm yelled before the mobile suit disappeared
 into the sky.

 ".... I'm supposing that isn't good." Zidane said.

 ********

 "WHOOAAA!!! Watch out, a plane hasn'tclearedthegroundanditsheadedstraightFOR
 UUUUSSSS!!!" Davis screamed.

 Everybody turned to the window.

 Davis and Veemon sprinted off down the hall to the guest bedroom.

 "I think the plane cleared us." Mimi said.

 Tai pounded his fist on the coffee table. "Damn it, he did it AGAIN!"

 Ken planted his face in his hands. "I don't know how we fall for that every
 time."

 TK focused his attention back on the group. "Davis is just a quiet guy."

 Everyone stared at him.

 "... I mean, when we're all in a group like this. I don't think he can ever find
 a way into our conversations when we
 just rattle off like we do. He just can't keep up."

 Kari turned to him. "Well, isn't there anything we can do about it?"

 Tai folded his arms. "Preferably not."

 Everyone, even the Digimon, joined in on a hearty laugh.

 "You guys can unpack in the room across from the guest bedroom," Mimi pointed
 out. "My dad got it renovated a couple of
 weeks ago. It should be in a little better shape than last time you guys were
 here."

 As everybody trudged down the hall hauling their suitcases and bags over their
 shoulders, the guest bedroom door
 remained shut.

 "What's the deal, Davis?" Veemon asked. "Why so secret?"

 Davis dug in his bag and took out the PSone. He dug in further and pulled out a
 back screen for it and latched it on.

 "If there's one thing I've learned from alllll of life's experiences, it's
 that's there's more to life than girls.
 There's school, TV, friends, soccer.... and the occaisional video game." Davis
 said. He tossed Veemon a controller.

 Veemon grinned. "That's more like it."

 Someone left the hosting room and began twisting the guest bedroom doorknob.

 Davis whipped around to Veemon. "Quick! Hide everything!"

 Veemon threw the set into the closet. The PS, the screen, two controllers, ...
 and a wall socket?

 "Davis! Are you in there?"

 "Yeah, I'll be out in a sec!" Davis yelled.

 Veemon glanced at the wrecked section of wall and frowned. "I suppose I could've
 unplugged it."

 Davis threw open the door. "Yeah?"

 Mimi stood there. "Hey, Davis? We're going to run downtown for a while. We were
 wondering if you wanted to come."

 Veemon turned from the guest room window. Rain was pounding the ground outside.
 "Mimi, it's pouring out there."

 "There's the problem of a hurricane, but then there's the problem of me running
 out of pink dye." Mimi chirped.

 "Whatever." Davis and Veemon said in unison.

 Mimi turned on her heel to leave. "Ok, see you in a while."

 The door slammed. TOO hard.

 Davis felt uneasy. "Something's going on here..."

 ********

 Ultimanium stood up and began to make his way to the door. On his way, he picked
 up the memory card on the table.

 Great, he thought, now that one of the groups has left one of their own alone, I
 can finally issue my challenge to that
 individual.

 Ultramagnus waited in the hall. "Who's alone?"

 "One of the digidestined," Ultimanium spoke. "I'm leaving to initiate their
 challenge. I'll be back in a while."

 Ultimanium bailed out the nearest window. With his cloak flapping in the breeze,
 he slowly glided down to the street below.



 END OF CHAPTER 6




 Madison Grande Hotel
 Day 3, 5:00 AM

 Vegeta's alarm on his scouter went off.
 Duo's alarm went off.

 Vegeta opened an eye, jumped out of bed and slid on his battle armor.
 Duo fell out of bed.

 Vegeta swept up a brush, toothpaste, a shaver and a can of shaving cream into a
 bag.
 Duo forgot his toothpaste.

 Vegeta, bag in hand, backflipped to the door.
 Duo, bag in hand, ran to the door and tripped on a shoe.

 Vegeta shot down the hall with a blue aura trailing him.
 Duo stumbled down the hall in a half-asleep stupor, with a trail of blue shaving
 cream behind him.

 Vegeta burst into the bathroom and forced everyone out.
 Duo burst into the bathroom and got forced out.

 Vegeta spilt some gel onto his hair and shaped it.
 Duo spilt some gel onto someone else accidently and got drilled in the face for
 it.

 Vegeta conditioned his face.
 Duo conditioned his bruises.

 Vegeta returned to his room and laid down.
 Duo walked downstreet to a clinic and laid down.

 Gohan opened an eye and sat up in bed. "Vegeta...?"

 "I'll have none of that, boy," Vegeta scowled. "Though you and that all-star
 father of yours may treat this change of vista as a vacation, I don't! If any of
 you feel the need to bother me, I'll be training on the roof!"

 Vegeta hopped out the window and rose up to the roof.

 Gohan was about to lay back down when he heard a loud thud outside the door.
 Someone fell down.

 He quickly put on yesterday's clothes and and ran to the door. He opened it and
 hit Duo at the base of it.

 "Ow! Watch it."

 Gohan remembered him. The guy from outside. "Not a morning person?"

 "Nah. I just gotta get to my Gundam, and I'll...  .. GUNDAMS!!!!"

 He sprung up and raced for the elevator. He leaped inside and started hammering
 the lobby button.

 Gohan sweatdropped. "Ok then.." he said. "Whatever..."

 Trunks stepped out of his room. "Hey, Gohan. What was that?"

 "I don't know. Some guy out here just screamed 'Gundam', and got out of here."

 Trunks shifted an eyebrow. "What's a Gundam? Isn't that a Honda model?"

 "I don't know," Gohan breathed. "But whatever it is, I don't think we're going
 to see it for a while. Hondas have really crappy security options."

 ********

 "I guess I can't say there's much here as far as security options are
 concerned."

 Zidane threw the joystick forward. And back again. The other joystick went
 forward.

 Deathscythe stepped forward. And stopped. And moved the other foot forward.
 Zidane had begun to get the schematics of the Deathscythe down, but it would be
 a while before he would be able to handle it without endangering hundreds of
 lives by the minute.

 On the street beneath him, a semi attempted a powerslide to turn away from the
 towering Gundam, flipping over instead and bursting into flames. 6 sedans, all
 at once, approached the intersection and swerved around Deathscythe's feet to
 make it to the other end. 2 of them made it. Zidane, nearly 80 feet off the
 ground in the cockpit of the mobile suit, had no way of checking beneath
 himself.

 Zidane fingers flitted around the control panel. A large, glowing yellow button
 caught his eye.

 "Buttons!" He yelped. "Pressy, pressy..."

 So he pressed it. The chest plate fell open. Zidane tumbled out, the same 80
 feet above active traffic.

 "Son of a bitch!!" Zidane yelled. He struggled to stay straight up. He latched
 onto a nearby phone line and swung off it. He flew across to the building
 opposite to him and grabbed onto a windowsill. He let go and landed on an
 awning, and climbed down to the sidewalk.

 Zidane rubbed his hands together. "Well. That was fun. Now I suppose I'll..."


 He looked around. Everyone crossing the street, everyone on the sidewalks,
 everyone in the buildings. They were coming down, across, toward him. Then he
 noticed the massive auto wreck at the feet of the Gundam.

 Zidane went into a Davis-calibur sweatdrop. "....oh... hey..       ..I'll be
 leaving now."

 Zidane turned and split, followed by a gigantic tidal wave of angry pedestrians.

 ********

 Vegeta was getting awfully tired of shooting ki blasts at midair. On every cloud
 in the sky, he imprinted a mental image of Goku and launched a wave of ki blasts
 at them.

 Vegeta stopped to breathe. He sat down on a nearby skyroof.

 He clenched his fist and grit his teeth. "Urrgghhh!!! This place is so BORING!!
 I need a real partner or challenge! And as long as those lazy bums remain
 sleeping, I have no..."

 He noticed something on the street. A massive mobile suit. Standing in the
 middle of an intersection.

 He grimaced. He hovered for a second, then shot straight at the Gundam and
 landed a crippling punch to the Deathscythe's chest plate. The Gundam backed up
 30-some feet and fell to the ground, totally destroying the road beneath it.

 Vegeta remained still. No pilot.

 "A false alarm!" Vegeta said, furious. He returned to the rooftop, blocking out
 the claps and cheers from the remaining citizens on the street.

 ********

 Heero ran across the street. He jumped as a pickup screeched to a halt next to
 him.

 "Hey, asshole! Watch where you're going!!" the driver screamed.

 Heero shrugged off the insult and kept going. He entered Central Park and
 ascended a hill to find Wing Zero lying on its back in the middle of the
 clearing.

 Keyvan :  Funny how these things never fall forward.

 Heero climbed up the Gundam and scanned the chest. Where is it, where is it...

 Heero reached for a yellow button on the chest plate seam. He brought his fist
 down on it.

 Cloud poked his head out and saw Heero staring him in the face. Seething.

 "Heh... I can explain everything.... no, really..."

 And he would've, if Heero didn't knock him out with the Buster Sword he found in
 the cockpit. He dragged him out of the mobile suit and left him next to the
 bench with the still unconscious Squall on it.

 "There's no telling how much damage this ass could have done to the Wing Zero.
 I'd better find a safe place to repair it...."

 The clearing was unusually empty.

 "Where's the Deat... oh, no."

 ********

 Davis' day started with opening one eye, as well. However, today it didn't have
 the mercy of being able to adjust to the daylight.

 Davis squinted. "What the... Veemon! Are you STILL playing??"

 Veemon turned, perky as ever. "Betcha don't know anyone who can beat FFIX in
 under 20 hours, do you?"

 Davis changed his shirt and opened the door. The first thing he saw was the
 empty spare bedroom.

 "Everybody's already up." He said. He glanced at his watch. It was only 7:56.

 "Heeeeey? Guys? Anyone home?" Davis yelled.

 Davis stood in the middle of the living room in his boxers. Not what he expected
 at Mimi's, but it freaked him out nonetheless.

 Ultimanium spoke in a booming voice. For a while, anyways.

 "Davi... "

 Davis turned and sweatdropped.

 "Hmmm... did I catch you at a bad time?"

 "W-who are you?? And how did you get in here?!" Davis got into a fight stance.

 "You need not worry. It is me, Ultimanium."

 "You're Ultimanium? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?"

 Ultimanium folded his arms. "I know plenty."

 "Yeah, still! What do you want?"

 Ultimanium approached Davis. "You are here for the fighting championship,
 correct?"

 Davis was becoming less tense. "I think that's what it was called."

 "Well," Ultimanium said. "I see you got here. And you managed to get your
 friends here. Excellent."

 "What about my friends?"

 "Well, I... "

 Keyvan :  Don't screw up... Don't screw up... keep the omniscient mood...
 c'mon....

 "What?" Davis was beginning to look lost.

 "Let's get down to the point, Davis. You are here. You and your friends will
 participate in the fighting championship. That's what you are here for."
 Ultimanium walked to the window.

 "Huh?"

 "Out there, in the city of New York, 3 other groups have been summoned to do
 battle. These groups, including yours, will gather this Sunday in Central Park
 to conduct the final conflict."

 "Huh??"

 Ultimanium turned back to Davis and walked up to him. "But each team can get an
 edge. I have arranged a mission for each team. If they can finish their task,
 then they will be granted a new power to aid them in the fight. They will be
 able to keep this power if they win."

 "I'm guessing we're one of the teams."

 "Correct. This information will be shared with each team over time. I come here
 today to announce your task. Unlike some other tests I have planned, this task
 will concentrate more on the efforts of the individual."

 Veemon walked out into the living room and noticed Ultimanium. "Davis??
 Who's..."

 "I'll explain later," Davis exclaimed. "Ok then, Ultimanium! What's my task?"

 "I have examined your adventures over the past year. And throughout the entire
 crusade, I have noticed one topic expressed over and over again by you. It gnaws
 at your very existence. If the worry of it were eliminated, the digidestined
 would become invincible."

 Davis was thrown off. Uh oh.

 "Davis," Ultimanium announced. "I want you to eliminate every single love
 triangle within the digidestined present in New York with you."

 Davis was dumbfounded. "No fricking way! That's not my topic! I have practically
 no influence in that!! I have no experience!!!!"

 Ultimanium smirked. "Trust me, Davis, you would be surprised how much useful
 knowledge you could expel if you had the courage to. I mean, isn't the digi-egg
 of courage supposed to signify that?"

 He winked at Veemon.

 Veemon didn't notice. He was laughing too hard.

 Davis kicked him across the room.

 "Are you sure nothing will make you do it?" Ultimanium asked.

 Davis sighed. "I'll see what I can do."

 Ultimanium nodded. "Okay, then. I'll give you 48 hours to match everyone up. If
 any mixed feelings still exist at the end of that time... no reward.
 Understood?"

 Davis was totally defeated. "Ugghh... yes."

 "I'll see you." With that, he disappeared into thin air.

 Veemon got up from behind the coffee table. "Sorry. So, now what?"

 Davis frowned. "We're dead."



 END OF CHAPTER 7





 Madison Grande Hotel
 Day 3, 9:12


 Goku threw another volley of punches at Cell, none of them connecting. Jesus,
 Goku thought, slow down! Cell was teleporting randomly around the landscape,
 almost as if he were trying to throw him off. Goku remained still and checked
 around him.

 Gohan, Trunks, and Vegeta waited on a nearby cliff.

 "Should we join in?" Trunks asked.

 "Nah. Let Kakarot get killed by himself." Vegeta laughed.

 Goku turned and was immediately nailed in the back of the head and sent flying
 into a nearby mountain, reducing it to rubble. Rocks flew as Goku cast an aura
 and everything around him was expelled from his vincinity.

 Cell laughed. "Goku! Give up this vain crusade now, and save yourself!"

 Cell shot straight into the air and waited above the cloud line for a short
 second.

 "What's he..."

 Cell held his hands close in that telltale manner.

 "Kaaameee...."

 "No!!" Vegeta gasped. "He would never use it that high up! He could destroy the
 Earth!!"

 Goku stanced himself to brace the coming Kamehameha.

 "Haaaaameeeeee..."

 Goku flung his hands forward to deflect the blast....

 "HHAAAA!!!

 And Goku was reduced to giblets.

 Trunks laughed. "Ouch."

 Goku shot out of bed in a cold sweat.

 He stood and looked around for a second until breathing again.

 Goku grinned. "Note to self: Kamehameha, then teleport right next to Cell."

 ********

 Duo had regained control of the Deathscythe, managing to slip behind police
 lines at the intersection undetected. He kept the mobile suit well above cloud
 cover while returning to Central Park to avoid radio contact.

 "I wonder where the Wing Zero is at this point." he said, reluctant as to the
 safety of the other mobile suit. The main Gundam mobile suit was capable of a
 lot of damage if left unchecked for a long period of time.

 He dipped back below cloud cover to see the Wing Zero standing again in the
 clearing of Central Park.

 "Wing Zero? Identify yourself."

 "Heero here. Everything's clear."

 The Deathscythe touched down. "Did you have to regain control of it?"

 "Yeah. Some funny-suited guy with a weird hairdo had control of the Wing, but I
 hijacked it."

 Keyvan :  Weird hairdo? I wouldn't talk.

 "Wait a second," Duo said. "I'm getting another reading."

 "What? Did a colony track us?"

 "No. It's just a personnel reading. A small one, at that."

 Ultimanium walked into the clearing.

 "Ah, yes.. the Gundams.. I've been looking for you."

 "Wha..."

 Ultimanium was dwarfed by the humungous mobile suits towering over him. "I am
 Ultimanium."

 "It's Ultimanium!" Duo winced.

 "Ultimanium! What do you want from us?" Heero demanded.

 Keyvan : And with that, Ultimanium gave the Gundam pilots their information
 about the tests... but as for theirs in particular...

 Ultimanium grinned. "Stand the Gundams on top of the Chrysler Building and
 support them there for 12 hours."

 "What?! You brought us all the way out here for THAT?!" Duo yelled.

 Ultimanium was trying to keep their interest. "Do it, and you'll get some...
 "enhancements" for your Gundams. You're going to need them to survive the
 fight."

 "What do we do, Heero?" Duo said.

 "It's said that only a few people on Earth still have salvaged mobile suit
 parts," Heero explained. "if so, then Ultimanium should have some fairly high
 quality weapons and armor."

 Duo grit his teeth. "Well, I guess I'm stuck here, then. When do we start?"

 Ultimanium teleported both Gundams to the top of the Chrysler Building. "Right
 now." He laughed.

 Before both Gundams could fall, the supported their feet on the sides of the
 terraced rooftop and grabbed onto the lightning rod.

 Ultimanium was gone. All that could be heard was the wind whistling through the
 Gundams' joints. They were going to be there for a while.


 "Know any good jokes?" Duo asked.

 ********

 Squall opened one eye.

 Keyvan :  Is this a new fad or something? Or do people get murdered as soon as
 they wake up in this world and this is the one way people can prevent it, to
 survey their bedrooms? Sheesh...

 He righted himself on the park bench. Squall had a pounding headache, and he had
 just noticed it all in one big surge.

 He looked around. No longer was he in the apartment, but in Central Park. Cloud
 laid at his feet.

 "Stupid dum-dum he..."

 In his head, both Cloud and Zidane screamed at him. "HARDCORE!"

 "Stupid shit. No one beats me over the head and gets away with it."

 A well placed boot to Cloud's head sent him rolling.

 He looked around. Zidane was nowhere to be seen. "Squaaaaall!!!"

 He fired a look to the street across the clearing. Zidane ran past. Followed by
 a swarm of pedestrians.

 A vengeful Squall joined the chase.

 ********

 Davis lied on his bed and watched the celing. Get rid of the love triangles? How
 am I supposed to do that?

 Veemon paced in the corner. The PSone sat inactive on a stool at the foot of the
 bed.

 Love triangles, love triangles! Veemon thought. He had a reasonable idea of who
 liked who, but the second individual for each triangle evaded him. Lessee... Tai
 likes Sora... Sora likes Tai... TK likes Kari, Davis likes Kari, Kari likes TK.

 Then it hit him.

 Veemon turned to Davis for the first time in the past 4 hours. "Hey, what's Ken
 doing here, anyways?"

 "Oh, he said he wanted to come to New York for once.. see the sights... get some
 souveniors."

 "No he doesn't." Veemon giggled. "He likes Sora."

 "You sure about that?" Davis sighed. This is getting nowhere.

 "That makes for two seperate love triangles," Veemon said. "Ultimanium said to
 get rid of ALL the love triangles here, not just one. Ken had to be a part of
 one somewhere, and since your's was already complete..."

 Davis grinned. "Veemon, you're a genius. But still, if that's the case, how are
 we supposed to take care of Ken?"

 Lightbulb. "I'll be back in a minute." Davis said. He went out to the kitchen.

 Chatter continued in the guest bedroom.

 "I don't know how we all wound up here," Tai said, "but Ken, what's your
 purpose?"

 Ken, inactive for most of the conversation so far, spoke up. "I wanted to come
 to New York for once.... see the sights.... get some souveniors."

 He glanced over to Sora, sitting next to him in the circle.

 "What?" Sora whined.

 "...nothing." Ken mumbled. Check her off, Ken. Do it! Do it now!

 The image of Sora sunbathing still remained in Ken's mind. Sicko.

 "I don't know. ... it's just like I had this impulse to come here, like some
 revelation was going to be made, and I had to be there to witness it." Kari
 stated.

 "Funny... me too." TK admitted.

 Gatomon sat against the wall in the corner with the other Digimon. Something's
 wrong here. TK's totally messing up when talking to Kari.

 Patamon landed next to Gatomon. "What's with TK?"

 "Something's bothering TK," Gatomon said. "I can feel it too."

 ********

 "Izzy! Am I glad to talk to you!"

 Izumi twisted the phone cord on his finger. "What's going on over there?"

 "Izzy, I need you to do a favor for me." Davis said impatiently.

 "Yeah, sure," Izumi agreed. "What?"

 "Alright... when you get off the phone, I want you to go on the net and check
 the schedule of the airport in Tokyo and check for when the next flight leaves
 for New York."

 "Yeah, I can do that. Why do you.."

 "I'm not done," David continued. "If you can find a flight that leaves within
 two hours, I want you to find Yolei and pay for her flight."

 "What?!" Izumi yelled. "I'm not paying for that!"

 "Urrrgghh!! Listen to me! I'll pay you full back when I get home! This is an
 emergency!"

 Davis threw down the receiver and marched back to the bedroom.

 Veemon was reaching for the PS power button when Davis walked in. He put his
 arms behind his back. "Well? Did you get a hold of Izzy?"

 Davis fell back on the bed. "Yeah. If everything goes right, Yolei should show
 up in about 8 hours. Veemon, we're going downtown. I'm going to try to find Goku
 and see if Ultimanium stopped by their hotel."

 Davis waved into the open guest room as he left with Veemon. "Me and Veemon are
 going downtown. We'll be back in about an hour."

 "Don't let him molest you, Veemon!" TK yelled as they left. Everyone but Kari
 laughed.

 Kari gave TK a worried look. Something was wrong with him, and she knew it.

 END OF CHAPTER 8




 Krillin and Gohan had broken off from the group at this point. While Goku and
 Trunks examined new wardrobes and Vegeta sat outside and gave people evil looks
 when they walked by, Gohan had the first time in what seemed like ages to look
 through the department store's electronics department and check out some new
 video games. Krillin, just plain bored, followed.

 "....Sony...? Playstation? When did they buy out planet Earth?" Gohan asked.

 Krillin looked around the shelf. He put the copy of Unreal Tournament back on
 the rack and walked around to Gohan's position. "Alright, so it's been a while
 since we actually took time to look through a city without having it explode,
 but that's ridiculous."

 "No, really. Sony makes these. I think."

 Krillin looked around. He was lost. "Where'd all the Super NES' go?"

 "Forget it," Gohan sighed as he dropped the Playstation box back in the bin.
 "We're just lost, technologically concerned. We'll never catch up now."

 Krillin looked over Gohan's shoulder. "You'd better move. I think someone wants
 to move their cart through."

 Gohan stepped to the side. As the cart rolled forward, he looked at its pilot.

 "Hello, Gohan."

 "Huh? Who are you? How do you know me?" Gohan yelped.

 In the cart lied a used Dreamcast. The person hanging on to it was Ultimanium.

 "Gohan? I've been waiting for your group to get here."

 "The kid asked you a question!" Krillin growled. "Who are you?"

 Ultimanium turned to Krillin, eyes glowing red. "Shut up, baldy, before I use
 those dots as targets."

 That made Krillin back off. "..er..."

 "Alright then, Gohan. You and your friends have been summoned here for the
 fighting tournament."

 *Ultimanium gives the usual discussion*

 "But we knew we were fighting already," Gohan said. "Or, at least that was the
 only motive that could drag Vegeta along."

 Ultimanium faced forward again, eyeing a copy of Power Stone on the wall. "Ah,
 yes.... Vegeta.. a true Saiyan warrior..."

 "Man, Vegeta would kill to be here..." Krillin whispered to Gohan.

 "Unlike that karate-bum father of yours."

 Gohan was seething. "W-why you...!"

 "Yeah, that pisses you off. I know. But Goku is just so concerned with his
 social life, he has time only to become semi-super powerful. A real Saiyan
 warrior prides his combat over all his mental luxuries. Your father is a
 warrior, yes, but a sub-par one at best. I wouldn't be suprised if he didn't
 last through the Cell Games."

 "Don't be so sure." Krillin said.

 Ultimanium pulled a rolled up red duotang out of his pocket and handed it to
 Krillin.

 "DBZ Episode 191 - Stage Script... What the hell?! Where are you guys getting
 all these?"

 Ultimanium shrugged.

 "Regardless of what Vegeta thinks of himself, he has broken his mortal power
 limit. I, along with you guys, really think he should be developing his human
 relations. Which is why I am here to present your challenge. Meet my demands,
 and I shall grant you power beyond belief."

 Krillin and Gohan grinned.

 "Throw whatever you can at us, Ultimanium," Gohan demanded. "Falling meteors,
 giant monsters, tsunamis, alien invasions, whatever. We can TAKE THEM ALL! No
 challenge is too great for the Z team!"

 Gohan stood valiantly. "Give us our challenge."

 Ultimanium smirked. "Make Vegeta smile."

 And that's when the dreams of the Z team crashed down around them.

 "W-wh-what?!" Krillin gasped.

 "A Herleculan task, indeed," Ultimanium said. "but I trust you've gotten to know
 him enough since your return to Earth from Namek to make a difference. You have
 until midnight tomorrow. If Vegeta smiles once, as in an all-out grin, then I
 shall grant you some of my power. I wish I could talk longer, but I have some
 concessions to make. See you around." And with that, Ultimanium vanished.

 Both heroes shook their heads. "You have got to be kidding." Gohan groaned.

 ********

 Davis and Veemon plowed straight down the sidewalk, throwing people out of their
 way.

 "Hey! Watch it!"
 "Move it!"
 "What was that about?"

 Davis turned his head. "Where is he staying?"

 Veemon held up the business card. Kari had received it along with her autograph,
 but when she got to Mimi's she had accidently dropped it out of her notepad.

 "Madison Grande Hotel!" Veemon wailed. "I can't make out the address though -
 forty-something and some other stuff!"

 Davis stopped a passing family. "Hey! Hello... could you tell me where the
 Madison Grande Hotel is?"

 "I think it's 43rd 85th." the father said.

 "Right by Madison Square Garden... okay, thanks!" Davis yelled. He turned and
 started running again alongside Veemon, this time faster than before.

 "We can only hope Ultimanium doesn't have very good transportation!" Veemon
 winced.

 Some yelling and screaming behind them. A black figure shot forward, about 40
 feet off the ground. It screamed down the street ahead of Davis.

 "Ultimanium!! Urrgghh... There's no way we're going to catch up to him like
 this! Veemon! Are you ready?"

 Veemon jumped to a skid-halt. "When you are."

 Davis brought his D3 up. "Digi-armor... Energize!!"

 ********

 Zidane rounded another corner. As physically fit as he was, he couldn't maintain
 a full out sprint for over 5 hours, and he began to lose breath.

 "I... huff.. have to.... get out of here..."

 He turned into a back alley to rest. However, judging from the volume of the
 people behind him, many of them would have seen him turn. He stood up and
 starting jogging again.

 A dead end.

 "Figures."

 The mob began walking toward him.

 "People like you piss me off!! Sure, I caused a traffic jam... threw around 30
 peoples'
 lives into danger... tore a power line.... wrecked a semi and a couple
 sedans..vanalized a giant mech-type-walking-robot-thingy, but, still....!"
 Zidane was beat.

 "Piss off, or I Trance!!" He screamed.

 Apparently no one knew what a Trance was, or what the written definition of the
 word 'trance' was. Or what religions a trance is a symptom of. Or have ever
 gotten a really bad hangover, which is similar to a trance in some ways. Or have
 gotten really mad, come to think of it.

 Squall pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Alright, you poo-po...
 dumbass! What was your and Cloud's little plan here?"

 "We didn't want to share our giant robots with you."

 The mob approached Zidane again.

 "Oh, man! This sucks ass!" Zidane whimpered. And he began to get really sad and
 fearing for his life and stuff. Another symptom of trance, by the way.

 There was a blinding flash. Everybody turned to Zidane.

 He had turned a bright white. His hair shined pink. And small bolts of
 electricity coursed at his feet. "I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!"

 Squall made his way out of the crowd and started running down the street.

 "SOLUTION 9!"

 Vegeta and Trunks walked out of the store only to get knocked down by a massive
 shockwave.

 "What in blazes...?" Vegeta scowled as he got up and brushed himself off.

 Zidane sat with his fist against the ground in the alley across the street from
 them. Torsos of the mob lied in a bloody mess, plugging the alley.  "WHAT THE
 HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I GET A CHANGE OF
 HEART!!!!"

 ********

 The Chrysler Building shook slightly.

 Wing Zero fired its thrusters and got better footing on the scaffolding.

 "What were you saying about Relena? Something about a bloody corpse?" Duo asked.

 "..."

 "What?"

 "Something bad's going on down there. We have to do something about it."

 "Heero," Duo sighed. "As long as we're up here, the Gundams are useless. Just
 take the time to relax."

 Heero shifted uneasily in his seat. "Yes, but, still..."

 ********

 Raidramon tore down the middle of the street, diving out of the way of cars as
 they attempted to swerve around the marauding digimon. Davis grasped onto the
 lightning bolt protruding from the creature's forehead. His hand began to slip
 and he fought to regain a grip. Normally Davis would tell him to slow down, but
 there was no time for that. They had to find Ultimanium, and they had to find
 him now.

 Raidramon leaped and came to an instant halt. He threw Davis over his face,
 still hanging on to the lightning ornament, and smashed him into the pavement
 below.

 "Eh... sorry, Davis..."

 Davis grit his teeth and pushed himself up. "Don't.... do.... that."

 Davis hopped to his feet. Ahead of him was a traffic jam. And a rather large
 one, at that. It *literally* stretched off for several miles.

 Davis knocked on a car window. It unrolled. "Excuse me, but what's this jam
 about?"

 "Word from up front says that some superheroes are duking it out in live public.
 The excuse might have changed since then."

 Superheroes. Another team, Davis thought. "Is there any way through?"

 "Davis! Hop on! I have a plan!" Raidramon bellowed.

 Davis proceeded to climb on. "What is it, Raidram... yaaaAAHHH!!!"

 Raidramon flipped around and broke into a full-out run. He was headed for a
 subway terminal.

 ********

 The attendant closed the doors and gave the signal. With a loud clank, the
 tramcar began sliding forward and all the exports from the subway car sat down
 and got acquainted with their new surroundings.

 Until Raidramon showed up, anyways. They all turned and ran for the stairs as
 Raidramon barreled down them and leapt off the platform and into the open
 tunnel. He turned and blazed off into the darkness.

 "Damn it! Raidramon!! What are you doing?!"

 "If you haven't figured it out yet, going with the flow isn't the fastest way to
 Ultimanium!"

 Davis would not have gotten the joke were it not for the light in the tunnel
 ahead of them.

 "WHAA?! RAIDRAMON!! TURN BACK!!"

 "Trust me here... I have this all under control..."

 Raidramon kept his speed up. As Davis was able to make out the car number on the
 front of the tram and the horn blared, Raidramon lept at the wall, flipped and
 kicked off toward the side of the subway car. Raidramon flew straight through
 the window, demolishing it and landing in the compartment of the car.

 Davis remained shielded. He lifted up his arms up to see the interior of the
 tram. His pupils grew back to normal size. No one was looking at them. Raidramon
 staggered himself.

 "Not much fazes these people, huh?" Raidramon growled.

 A male attendant walked up to them. "Excuse me, sirs? Could I see your tickets?"

 Davis and Raidramon sweatdropped.

 "Sorry, this is our stop." Raidramon said quietly. He jumped into a sprint and
 shot through the car to the back of the train. He rammed through the back door
 of the tram and jumped out. They continued down the tunnel. The next station
 could already be seen.

 "How... *huff* many... times... *huff* don't... do.. that.." Davis gasped.

 Davis and Raidramon climbed out of the terminal - and looked ahead to see
 several very familiar faces.


 END OF CHAPTER 9




 Ken ran up. Stingmon hovered close behind.

 "Davis!" Ken waved as he ran. "I picked up Raidramon's signal! Are you alright?"

 "Waitaminute," Davis said. "How'd you get here so fast?"

 "We took the subway." Stingmon buzzed.

 Raidramon grimaced. "So did we."

 Squall backed inbetween them and shielded himself with the Buster Sword. Zidane
 leaped in swinging the Ultima Weapon in an arc, knocking the sword out of
 Squall's hands. While he developed some swordsmanship wielding a gunblade, he
 had none of the dexterity required to utilize Cloud's enormous sword with
 effect.

 Squall backed up and stumbled. He rolled away, narrowly missing another Ultima
 Weapon swing. The enchanted blades of the thief sword burned a scar in the road
 where Squall once sat.

 "Can it, Zidane!" Squall yelled. Something along the lines of a swordfight was
 about the only thing that aroused Squall into a Limit Break.

 Raidramon braced himself. "Stop it, you two!!"

 Squall leapt straight up, with a trail of fire radiating off his sword. With a
 flick of his wrist, he spun the Buster Sword in a tight radius, sending a wave
 of flame at the group.

 Zidane backed up. "Fated Cir..." he was nailed in the face with a piece of the
 road. The Fated Circle blasted a small wide section of the road in front of him
 to debris.

 Raidramon sacked Davis, sending him to the ground. Rubble sailed over both of
 them. Stingmon grabbed Ken by the shoulders and raised him into the air as fast
 as he could, again dodging the projectiles.

 "M...my FACE!!" Zidane screeched. "Meo Twister!!"

 Zidane waved both his hands to the side. A gust of high-speed wind threw Squall,
 still in the air, into a nearby building. The Buster Sword flew down from the
 impact and imbedded itself in the ground in front of Davis.

 "Tidal Flame!!" Zidane screamed.

 "... Tidal Flame!!" he said again. No result.

 A small blue box appeared over his head. "Not Enough MP" it said.

 Davis had just finished prying the Buster Sword out of the ground. He attempted
 to pick it up, but dropped it to the ground with an echoing clang. Davis picked
 it up again.

 Raidramon stepped forward. "Davis! You're not thinking..."

 "Do I have choice in the matter?" Davis yelled. "That guy's going to get
 creamed! I have to do something!"

 He hoisted the Buster Sword and hopped on Raidramon. Using both hands, he
 pointed it forward. "Chaaaarrggeeeee!!!"

 Raidramon charged at Zidane. Davis made an attempt to swing the obscenely large
 sword at Zidane on his pass, but to little effect. Zidane whipped around and
 nailed Davis in the face with the handle of the thief sword. He flew off
 Raidramon and rolled to a stop on the pavement.

 "Little freak! Hold still while I make some adjustments to YOUR face!!" Zidane
 yelped.

 Just then, Squall jumped from the awning of the building he was implanted in and
 dropkicked Zidane square in the head. When he got up, he was holding Zidane's
 arms behind his back. "Now, kid! Do it now!"

 Davis leapt back on Raidramon and both lunged at Zidane. As Raidramon reached
 his top speed, Davis dove from Raidramon and slashed Zidane across the chest.
 Squall disembarked himself from Zidane and backed off.

 Zidane stumbled back, clutching his bleeding chest. "Augh.... you... little..."

 He shook as he raised his head. "Don't... think this is over!!" Zidane turned
 and ran.

 Stingmon lifted Ken off the windowsill he placed him on and lowered him to the
 ground.

 Ken walked toward him, smiling. "I never knew you were quite the swordsman."

 "Neither did I." Davis said. With his adrenaline depleting, the sword became
 heavy again. He placed it on the ground.

 Squall tapped Davis on the shoulder. Davis turned around. "Yes?"

 "Thanks for what you did back there. Zidane had me beat there, Trancing and all.
 My name's Squall Leonhart. I was pretty surprised how you were able to handle my
 friend's sword so well. It takes a lot of power to wield it effectively."

 Davis looked around. "Are we anywhere near the Madison Grande Hotel?"

 "Yes, I believe it's just down the street from here." Squall pointed.

 Davis and Ken turned to leave. "Ok. Thanks." Davis said.

 Davis lowered his D3. Raidramon de-digivolved and returned to Veemon.

 Him and Davis were ready to leave when Squall spoke up again. "... Davis?"

 Davis turned. "Yeah?"

 "Is it all right if I come with you guys for while? My roommates ditched me a
 while back and I have no idea where I am. I have to get home and grab another
 one of my swords."

 "More swords?" Ken asked. "What for?"

 "Oh, some guy called Ultimanium was hosting this fight, and..."

 "Say no more," Davis said. "We're in the same boat as you."

 Squall was noticably stirred by the comment. "Do you know Ultimanium?"

 "Let me get this straight.... flier comes in the mail, announcing fighting
 championship."

 Squall was stunned. "How do you know?"

 "We're here for that too. C'mon, we have to stop at the Madison Grande Hotel,
 and I'll lend you a quarter for a call." Davis waved to Squall. "C'mon."

 ********

 Ultimanium sat at the base of the Madison Grande. He looked up to the horizon.
 The silouette of the Chrysler Building stood out above the skyline, with two
 strange looking attachments to both sides. He glanced down at his watch. It had
 been 7 hours so far, and the Gundams had no intentions of letting up their
 building-holding.

 Goku pulled up in his limo. He opened the door and jumped out.

 "...crap." He expected cameramen to start swarming him if he made a mistake in
 exposing himself, though strangely, no station men had been plaguing him lately.
 As he made his way up the stairs in front of the hotel, he noticed a man
 entirely in black sitting on the steps. He walked right by him.

 "Go ahead, Goku, ignore me all you want. You confidence makes the mistake of not
 surveying me." Ultimanium laughed.

 ********

 Cloud awoke, opening both eyes

 Keyvan :  About freaking time.

 one first.

 Keyvan :  Damn it...

 He reached over to his side. The Buster Sword wasn't there. His pounding migrane
 hit him and nearly set him flying.

 "Urrgghhh..." Cloud clutched his temples.

 Cloud stood up. Everything was gone. His sword, the Gundams, and Zidane
 screaming and getting chased.

 ".....now what?..."

 Cloud looked. Squall was gone off his bench.

 ".....DAMN IT!! .... oh well."

 He collapsed onto the bench and a newspaper blew by. Cloud grabbed it and
 dropped it onto his face. He lied down and had a nap to calm his pulsing
 headache.

 ********

 "Wow! You mean it??" Davis had a mile-wide grin on his face.

 "Yeah, you can have it. And take all the materia in it too."

 "Materia?" Veemon was lost. Again. All this talk of Limit Breaks and Trances and
 Materia and Magic and GFs had Veemon losing track of the conversation every
 couple minutes.

 "Crystals containing magic power," Squall explained. "Possession of materia
 gives the user magic abilities."

 Davis attempted to swing the Buster Sword over his shoulder. It drug him along
 with it, causing him to fall on his back.

 "He needs work." Stingmon hummed.

 "Just try it later," Ken sighed. "we're at the hotel right now."

 ********

 Silence.

 Constant silence.

 When you pair yourself up with an old school and more recent drinking buddy for
 2 days, you're usually under the belief that exchange of memories lasts more
 than 2 hours.

 That was not the case here.

 Silence.

 "Say something." Heero whispered.

 "I told you," Duo groaned, "I told you everything."

 "Tell me your life story if it doesn't kill you."

 Silence.

 "Duo?"

 "Oh, sorry there. I was playing Pong on my sensor array."

 "You have what?!"

 "Pong."

 Heero slammed his fist down on his control panel. "I want Pong!"

 "Well, normally I would transmit it to you, but we aren't close enough to share
 an infrared link."

 "Then move closer!"

 "Then I'll fall."

 "No you won't. Swing yourself around the lightning rod."

 "If I use my thrusters to swing myself, then I'll hit you and YOU'LL fall off."

 "I'm willing to take a chance."

 "I'm not."

 "If you can't use an infrared connection, use your satellite connection."

 "Heero, satellite transmissions are for military transmissions only."

 "This is a military transmission."

 "No it isn't."

 "It is now."

 "No it isn't."

 "Put it on a memory card, get out of your Gundam, and give it to me by hand."

 "I'm afraid of heights."

 "Then don't look down."

 "What if I do?"

 "Don't."

 "No, like, what if I actually do look down?"

 "You won't."

 "Yes I will."

 "You won't."

 "Yes I will."

 "You won't."

 "Will."

 "Won't."

 "Will."

 "Won't."

 "Will."

 "Screw you, Duo."

 ********

 Yolei stepped out of the hallway and into the main terminal hallway. Hawkmon
 followed close behind. Normally she would have to fight through the crowds to
 get to the conveyor to grab her backpack, though strangely the entire hall was
 empty.

 "Helllloooo? ....... No one's here."

 She took notice of the devastated skyroof.

 "Oh. Maintenance closure."

 Yolei lifted her backpack off the rolling bars and dropped it on the ground.
 Grabbing the handle, she began dragging the backpack on its wheels to the
 airport exit.

 "I don't know what happened here, but your friends must've been a part of it."
 Hawkmon said.

 The terminal had fallen into great disrepair since the digidestined and the Z
 crew passed through it. The glass had normally helped to support several of the
 beams on the roof, and as a result they had fallen through and destroyed the
 arrival booths along the way. Yolei and Hawkmon weaved through the wreckage and
 headed straight for Mimi's. They had to figure out what was going on.

 ********

 The elevator slid to a stop. Davis, Ken, Wormmon and Veemon all turned and
 walked down the hall.

 Veemon read off the room numbers. "208, 209, 210, 211... 211! This is it."

 Ken knocked on the door.

 Gohan was the one to answer. He threw open the door to find the other kids from
 the airport there.

 Davis spoke up. "Is Goku here?"

 Gohan grinned. "Hey! Are you the guys from the airport?"

 "I believe so." Ken said.

 "About how far are you staying away from this hotel?" Gohan asked.

 "About a kilometre," Davis said, annoyed. "Is Goku here?"

 "No, he's in the next room. I'm with his group. I need to ask you a favor."

 Veemon folded his arms. "Shoot."

 "You saw my group. I have no peers aside from the bald kid. His name's Krillin.
 Well... we saw your group, and..." Gohan bowed his head.

 "Go on." Wormmon hummed.

 "Well.... " Gohan looked at Wormmon. "I was wondering if I could spend the night
 with you guys."

 "I don't know," Davis murmured. "We're staying at a friend's house... and..
 well... they have some pretty grownup stuff to talk about and do."

 "Do your worst." Gohan smirked.

 "TK and Kari are going to score." Ken said. He was quickly silenced by Davis'
 idle hand, which drilled him in the face.

 "Oh man!" Gohan cried. "This is going to be coooool! Can I come? Can I come? Can
 I COOOOOME?!"

 Mimi's going to be pissed, Davis thought. "....fine."

 "Woohoo! I'm going to pack my stuff and get Krillin. Talk to my dad and get
 right back here!"

 "Pretty well educated for a tyke," Veemon said. "Do I get to score with anyone
 too?"

 "Be happy I can't kill you." Davis growled. He grabbed Veemon by the ear and
 drug him down the hall to Goku's room.


 END OF CHAPTER 10





 Goku paced back towards Ken. "So you mean to say Ultimanium contacted you guys
 too?"

 "And some of my roommates, as well," Squall said. "though I'm not sure if
 they'll make it."

 Goku stopped. "What... do you mean."

 "Yeah, we're the other teams."

 Goku remained still. Almost as fast as he contemplated acting mysteriously moved
 by the comment, he was down on the floor laughing.

 "WHAAAHAHAHHAAH... You... HWWAHAHA... can't be .... AHWHAHWHAHA... serious....!
 Man, people like you are being thrown at the Z Team?"

 "Shut up, Goku. The guy's good with a sword."

 Everybody turned to find Trunks standing in the doorway. Trunks stepped in.

 "C'mon, Goku, if Ultimanium knows about the Z Team so well, then he would've
 thrown more than cannon fodder in front of them. There's more to these children
 than meets the eye." He walked to the window.

 "We're digidestined," Ken spoke. "We command digital monsters."

 Goku sat up. "Kid, quit playing your 64 and get out more often."

 Exveemon stepped on Goku's toe. "As you were saying?"

 "Huzzah..." Goku's display of anger quickly turned to a sweatdrop. "Who are
 you?"

 "The subject of the imagination of a kid who plays waaaay too much 64." Exveemon
 backed up, sparing Goku's toe from being crushed.

 "It appears that Ultimanium is trying to create an even fight," Trunks
 explained. "Davis, you said that we were all being granted powers if we
 completed tasks?"

 "I got a pretty stupid one. I came here because I thought Ultimanium was coming
 here to speak to Goku about his."

 "It's far too late for Ultimanium to issue a challenge now." Trunks growled.
 "Could he have told anyone else?"

 Down the hall, Gohan had a plan of his own.

 "So THAT'S why you're going."

 Gohan clamped the suitcase shut. "Exactly. If I quit bugging Vegeta he'll cheer
 up some."

 Krillin leaned against the dresser. "That's not necessarily going to make him
 grin."

 "Trust me on this, Krillin. I don't know any other way."

 The digidestined said their goodbyes and stepped over to room 211.

 "Hey, guys! Are you ready to go?" Davis yelled.

 Gohan and Krillin stepped out, luggage in hand. They all made their way to the
 elevator.

 Urrgghh, Davis thought. I have to do something about TK and Kari tonight if I'm
 ever going to finish that challenge on time. These kids are only getting in my
 way.

 The elevator went down. Davis had to figure out something, and fast.

 ********

 Ultimanium looked at his watch again. 3...2...1...

 Ultimanium blinked onto Duo's screen. "Time's up, guys."

 "About time," Duo groaned. "C'mon, Heero. We get down now."

 Both Gundams detached themselves from the building and hovered away. By the time
 they got to Central Park, they could see Ultimanium in the clearing ahead of
 them. The mobile suits lowered themselves onto the ground. The chest plates
 opened to reveal the Gundam pilots, bored out of their mind.

 Ultimanium grinned. "Excellent job, men. You've made quite a display up there,
 and more than one pedestrian wondered what the hell was going on."

 Keyvan :  You're telling me.

 Duo climbed down. "Now, about this 'enhancement'..."

 "I have a taxi," Ultimanium said. "We're going for a ride."

 ********

 Zidane stepped into the clearing. He dropped to his knees. How could my day get
 any worse. I've been chased, beaten, cut...

 He spotted the Gundams. "OOOOH!!"

 But they were closed this time. "....hell."

 A well-placed X-Potion had taken care of Zidane's nasty cut, but there was some
 speculation as to where he was supposed to go from this point on.

 "To think we came out here for Ultimanium, and we haven't heard from him si..."

 A figure far off was speaking to a man in a cape. "Alright, Ultimanium. Don't
 try any fast ones on us."

 "No way! Ultimanium?!" Zidane gasped.

 "Okay, hop in and relax." Ultimanium gestured toward the open back seat of the
 taxi.

 Ultimanium and the pilots were around the side of the taxi, so they had no way
 of seeing Zidane scamper around the other side of the car, slide open the trunk,
 climb in, and close it with a click.

 Zidane snickered.

 The opening of the trunk.

 "Nice try, Zidane."

 Zidane froze. He turned his head slowly to see Ultimanium peering down on him.
 "Get out."

 Zidane, embarassed and humilated once again, slid out of the taxi and plodded
 away.

 Ultimanium motioned to the pilots as they hopped in the taxi. "I'll be back in a
 minute. I need a word with our friend here."

 Zidane faced into the bush. Ultimanium tapped him on the shoulder.

 And he gave him the talk.

 "Challenge?"

 "Yes. But since you insisted on being a prick back there, I've made some...
 *ahem*... modifications."

 Ultimanium handed Zidane a small hand computer. It was a radar.

 "What's this...?"

 Ultimanium grinned. "Some unexpected visitors."

 Zidane glanced down at the receiver. The image on it covered an area 5x5 blocks,
 centering on his position. There were 3 dots. They were headed straight for him.

 Zidane's eyes grew wide. "NOO!!! YOU WOULDN'T!!!"

 "I suggest you get moving if you don't want your friend Garnet grabbing a hold
 on you again." Ultimanium laughed. "Survive until I get back to get your special
 power."

 Ultimanium turned, headed back to the taxi and hopped in. It drove off.

 Zidane frantically glanced around. "No!! No way!! They can't get me!! NOOOO!!!"

 Zidane rushed over and shook Cloud from his sleep.

 "Huh? Zidane? What's up?"

 "G-GARNET!! RINOA! TIFA!! INCOMING!!!"

 Cloud rolled off the bench. "YAAUUGGHHH!! Let's get OUT OF HERE!!!"

 Both men turned and split. Zidane held up the receiver. The dots banked and
 changed trajectory and were gaining on them.

 "I... *huff* .... WILL SUR... *huff* SURVIVE!!" Cloud screamed as him and Zidane
 blazed down the sidewalk.

 ********

 No one was aware that Squall was behind them until they entered Mimi's yard.

 "Er... Squall?"

 "I have nowhere to go," Squall sighed. "Zidane has the keys to the apartment."

 "Geez! Can't you stay in a hotel?" Veemon growled.

 "I'm flat broke," Squall said. "Please, I have a sleeping bag. I need to stay
 here tonight."

 Keyvan :  Huh? Where'd he get that?

 "You might have noticed my jacket pockets are large." Squall responded.

 Keyvan :  Whatever.. I'm not going to bug you...

 "I'm not sure how Mimi's going to take to all these visitors." Ken said. He,
 along with Wormmon, made his way to the steps.

 "Ugghh... I'm in for it..." Davis looked over to see Yolei running down the
 street toward them.

 "...CRAP!! Ken! Get in there and wait in my room for a second! I need to talk to
 you!"

 "Well...ok." Ken said. He opened the door and stepped in, followed by Gohan,
 Krillin, and Squall.

 Yolei stopped at Davis' feet, out of breath. Hawkmon hovered next to her.

 She looked up. "Davis! What's going on?"

 Davis went into a sickly-sweet voice. "Ohhhhh, I was talking to Ken last night,
 and he sounded sooooo depressed... I asked him what was wrong, and he said he
 was missing you! Poor guy."

 Yolei went into tears. "Keeennnnnnnyyyyy!! I'm here for yooouuuu!!" She took off
 into the house.

 Davis waited until the door slammed. With an evil grin on his face, he
 high-fived Veemon.

 "Davis," Veemon moaned. "you are a total bastard."

 Davis walked in, followed by Veemon. Veemon shut the door.

 This was going to be a night to remember.


 Keyvan :  You'd better believe it! Along with the digidestined, we have underage
 children and a guy who sounds like a sociopath when he talks! We're going to
 take a break from our other squads here and delve into the bedroom talk next
 time on The Ultimatum!


 END OF CHAPTER 11





 *Keyvan folds his hands and cracks his knuckles*

 Keyvan :  Let the mayhem begin.

 *Keyvan pushes the Play button on the VCR*


 Mimi's House
 Day 3, 9:30 PM

 Gohan rolled out his sleeping bag in the corner of the guest bedroom. Mimi had
 been kind enough to let the two boys and Squall stay for the night - but mostly
 on Squall's behalf.

 Mimi stood googly-eyed over the cute Squall. "So,... um... hey.. I was wondering
 if you would go out wi..."

 "Shut the hell up." Squall said.

 Yolei speedwalked down the hall, followed by Davis and Veemon.

 Yolei turned into Davis' room to find a confused Ken sitting on the bed playing
 FFIX. "... Yolei? What are you doing here?"

 "Ken, it's going to be alright..."

 Davis slammed the door. Veemon rolled the kitchen chair up to the door, tilted
 it, and jammed it inbetween the floor and the doorknob.

 Ken was being strangled by Yolei's hug. "Davis! Help me out here!"

 Davis folded his arms. "Get aquainted with Yolei, Ken. You're going to be in
 there for a while."

 "DAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!" Ken screeched.

 "Ken? It's alright... you have me."

 "AUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

 Veemon shook his head. "Don't you feel the least bit sadistic?"

 "We need that special power, Veemon. He'll understand."

 Davis had removed his sleeping bag from his room and kept it tucked underneath
 his arm. He turned and knocked on the guest bedroom door.

 "Hello?" Sora said.

 "It's me, Davis! I was wondering if I could set up in there tonight!"

 Tai opened the door and smiled. "Glad to have you, Davis. There's room over
 there."

 Davis and Veemon set up shop against the wall next to Gohan and TK.

 "What's with the guy with the funny hair and the scar?" Gohan whispered to
 Davis. "He's sure acting like an ass toward the girls."

 "Be happy he's here," Davis responded. "He's keeping Mimi busy."

 Mimi was starry-eyed. "Have I told you how you are so..."

 "Can it before I lop your head off." Squall scowled.

 "Oooooh! You're so cute when you're angry!"

 Krillin buried his head in his pillow. "Damn it Gohan, why did I even come
 here?.... I can't take much more of this! How could it get any worse?"

 Kari answered. "Truth Or Dare, guys?"

 Krillin turned red and sweatdropped.

 Davis grit his teeth. Go through with it, he thought. You can find a way to
 defeat TK then. "Heh.. sure... whatever you say!"

 "I'm up for that." TK answered. Back off, Davis.

 Squall got up. "You do whatever. I'll be outside practicing Limits."

 Mimi shot in front of him. "You're not going anywhere!" She giggled. With a
 single stroke, Mimi pushed forward and toppled Squall. He fell on his back.

 Veemon turned back to his fellow digimon. "Man, if there's one thing I love
 about my status here, it's that no one WANTS to do that to me."

 Patamon sighed. "Do you take pride in insulting yourself?"

 Gatomon sat down. "That wasn't an insult, that was a revelation."

 Tai's bag unzipped. Agumon poked his head out. "Do you people mind? I'm trying
 to sleep!"

 Wormmon pushed Tai's bag over, spilling its contents. "Come now, you'll have
 plenty of time to sleep after."

 Agumon rolled to a stop and stood up. "Ugh. What's going on?"

 Gatomon and Wormmon starting shoving Veemon and Agumon. "C'mon, guys, get in
 there. You'll never understand it if you don't try."

 Veemon frowned. "Er.."

 "We'll be joining up too," Gatomon said. "Just get in the circle."

 Everyone was waiting to start. Veemon and Agumon walked around the circle to
 find a place to sit.

 "Can you believe her?" Veemon moaned. "We're not cut out for this."

 "If someone like Patamon can join in and play like no one's business, then
 there's no reason we can't." Agumon growled. He caught sight of Patamon landing
 next to TK.

 "Mind if we play?" Patamon squeaked.

 Everyone just kind of looked at him.

 Veemon nudged Patamon. "Move over."

 Gohan and Krillin took their seats. "Who are they?" Gohan questioned.

 "We're not in the condition to explain," Kari said. "We need someone to start."

 Davis looked down to his side and saw Veemon there. "Huh? Veemon? What are you
 doing here?"

 "Gatomon kind of threw us in here."

 "As long as your dares don't involve us, we'll ignore you." TK sighed.

 Agumon sat down on Davis' other flank. "We can't guarantee anything."

 Mimi stood in the center of the circle. She checked to make sure everyone was
 there. "Tai, TK,  Veemon, Dav... Veemon?"

 Veemon buried his head in his hands. "Don't ask."

 "Agumon? Patamon? What are you guys all doing here?"

 "Being part of the guys," Patamon said. "We hope you don't mind us joining in on
 your little game."

 Tai laughed. "Maaaan... this is gonna be weeeeird..."

 "Ken.. hey, where's Ken?"

 Davis grinned. "Oh, he's going on some self-discovery of his own."

 A loud thud from the spare bedroom.

 "Well... okay. But we're not telling him what he's missing."

 Veemon looked toward the spare bedroom. He swore he could hear clothes being
 taken off. Veemon thought about it, shuddered, and centered himself on the
 group.

 "I take it you're new at this." Davis laughed.

 "With all due respect, these people freak me out." Veemon replied.

 "Yes! And Squall... Squall?"

 Out in the living room, there was a lightsaber-drawing sound, a loud screech,
 and wood splintering, followed by a massive crash.

 "A Limit?" Wormmon wondered. He picked himself up and waddled out the door to
 the living room.

 "Hmm... not good for the infrastructure." Wormmon said, from the living room.

 "Shut up." Squall mumbled.

 Wormmon brought the distraught Squall back into the guest bedroom.

 "Okay! Everyone's here!"

 Krillin threw his pillow off his head. "Gohan, are you sure about this?"

 "I need to learn things like these for when I turn 13."

 "I'm not any part of it." And with that, Krillin buried himself within his
 sleeping bag and shut out the rest of the world.

 Another loud thud from the spare bedroom. And bed springs.

 "I'm going to go Exveemon on all of your asses if this keeps up." Veemon
 whimpered. He plugged his ears.

 Sora motioned toward Veemon and Agumon. Dimwitted, they got up and waddled
 around the circle to her.

 Sora huddled with both Digimon. "Alright," she whispered. "Truth or Dare. When
 it's your turn, someone will ask you 'Truth or Dare'. Answer truth, and they'll
 ask you a really embarassing question. Answer it. If you can't, or everybody
 else can tell you're making it up, you're out. Answer Dare.... and... well...
 you'll see. Okay! That's about it. Go out there and humiliate yourselves for
 me!"

 Sora gave both Digimon a reassuring slap on the back. Both of them shifted
 uneasily.

 "I don't like this." Veemon said.

 *A shaft of light beams down from the sky in front of Veemon*

 Keyvan :  Something wrong?

 "We could use some help here!" Agumon shouted up, expecting an answer.

 Keyvan :  This isn't my topic either. ... here, try this.

 *A chick mag lands in front of Veemon*

 Keyvan :  I hope you will find this tome useful.

 Veemon is flipping through the pages. "Not really. 'NSync interviews, leg
 shaving tips, but no Truth or Dare guides."

 Keyvan :  Well, I guess you're on your own for this one. See you around.

 *The shaft of light closes*

 Veemon fell to his knees. "Heeeey!! Nooo! You can't just leave us like this!!"

 Sora picked up both Veemon and Agumon and flung them into their seats in the
 circle.

 Davis looked down. "Veemon? Where did you get that?"

 "Some divine intervention." Veemon said, sarcastically. He rolled up the
 magazine and tossed it over his shoulder.

 Squall handed Davis the Buster Sword. "Use this if things get hectic."

 Davis sighed and placed the Buster Sword next to him. He knew how Truth or Dare
 worked. They normally started out with some pretty soft questions and ended with
 hardcore stuff. Mimi had an excuse to play Truth or Dare anytime a digidestined
 group showed up there because the people in the group changed each time. He,
 however, was a veteran of the game, and was pretty confident that he could last
 more than 2 minutes this time.

 He knew, however, that Veemon wouldn't be so lucky.

 Veemon breathed heavy and waited for any incoming questions. But he knew that
 Mimi would often go first, and then af...

 "Veemon! Truth or Dare?" Gatomon yelped.

 Veemon stiffened up. "Nonononononononono..."

 "Nonononononononononono is an invalid answer. Newbie's grace, Veemon. Try
 again."

 Veemon glanced nervously around the room. Davis motioned a T with his hands.

 "T-truth."

 "Pretty shoddy." Mimi whispered to Sora.

 "He's doing better than Davis has ever, anyways." Sora responded.

 Tai stood up with an evil grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Time
 to get on my feminine side."

 He paced at Veemon's feet. "Alright, then.. 'Veemon'... I haven't been attending
 the digidestined adventures lately, so I wouldn't mind a recap, straight from
 you."

 "Well, after we defeated Ken, we..."

 "Wrong answer," Tai barked. "Care pointing out any significant love triangles
 for me?"

 Davis choked. Veemon was toast. And if he wasn't, he would screw up Davis' plan
 royally.

 But he heard something he would never have thought of.

 Veemon stood up and paced around Tai, eyeing him. "Lemme get this straight. Your
 friend..."

 Veemon whipped around and pointed. "SORA!!!"

 Everyone started breathing again. "has been the target of another digidestined.
 Ken."

 A 'ooooooh' slithered out of the crowd.

 Tai stepped back. "Wha--aat?!"

 "Oh, don't worry. No hard feelings. Sora is yours, especially since Yolei joined
 in on the fun and took Ken out of your hands!"

 Veemon stepped out of the room, removed the chair from the spare bedroom
 doorknob, and threw open the door.

 "SWEET JESUS!!" TK screamed.

 Tai sat dumbfounded.

 Kari was shielding her eyes. "When did Yolei get here?!"

 Hawkmon hovered in. "What did I miss?"

 Ken ran out screaming, attempting to pull up his boxers on the way out.

 Veemon smirked. "Ouch." He closed the door. "Perhaps Yolei needs her privacy."

 Everyone burst into laughter, including Davis.

 "I'm not done yet," Veemon said. "That isn't to say one of you would attempt
 it."

 "You can sit .. HAAAHA... down...... Veemon.... you outdid yourself.." Mimi
 laughed.

 Tai sat down again. "You wouldn't catch me doing that."

 "Then what's that for?" He pointed into the corner.

 Everyone had thought Tai and Sora were sleeping next to one another, but on
 further inspection they realized it was a double sleeping bag.

 Keyvan :  BUM BUM BUUUUUUM

 "I need lots of room when I sleep." Tai and Sora said at the same time. They
 turned to each other and sweatdropped.

 "Okay, if that's one of yours' bags, where's the other?"

 "At home!!" Tai and Sora yelled. Both ran down the hall.

 Everyone was cracking up. Krillin, now awake, fell facefirst on the floor and
 pounded it with his fist, laughing all the way.

 Veemon sat down. "Anyone else care to take me?"

 Silence.

 "You win, Veemon."
 "Hands down."
 "You rock."

 "If I could figure out what he is, that would've been so much funnier." Gohan
 sighed.

 "I suppose fighting fire with fire was key there." Squall laughed to himself.

 Gatomon slapped Veemon on the back, wiping tears from her eyes. "You were
 awesome there..." she broke into another spasm of laughter and collapsed.

 Davis grinned. "Not only did you keep our plan in operation, you're still in the
 game."

 The phone rang. Mimi sprung up. "I'll get it."

 Davis, TK, Kari, Veemon, Agumon, Gatomon, Patamon and even Hawkmon sat in the
 room, giggling to themselves.

 "This Sunday? Okay, we were wondering. We'll be there."

 Mimi returned to the room. "It was Ultimanium."

 Everybody stood.

 "He said the competition is going to begin Sunday at midnight. Guys, I'm going
 to my room. My show's on right now."

 Mimi? Skip Truth or Dare? Everybody sweatdropped.

 "Are you sure?" Kari asked.

 "Definite. Have fun guys." Mimi turned and retired to her room at the other end
 of the hall.

 Davis leaned against the wall and folded his arms. "Sunday? That's 4 days from
 now! What are we supposed to do?"

 "The date's too close to take a return flight to Odaiba," Kari muttered. "We're
 going to have to stay here."

 Krillin sat up. "Hey, tomorrow I'll get a hold of Goku and ask if we can hang
 out with him for a while."

 "I guess that's a plan." Davis sighed. Actually, it wasn't, though no one could
 think up anything more imaginative.

 Tai walked in, picked up his sleeping bag and headed for the living room. "Good
 night." He tried as hard as could to hide his disgust with the rest of the
 group, but it didn't work very well.

 Davis, TK, Kari, Veemon, Patamon and Gatomon were the only people remaining.

 "I guess that was it then." TK said. He climbed into his sleeping bag.

 Veemon stopped TK's sleeping bag zipper. "Davis, could you step out for a
 moment?"

 "Oh... sure." Davis slid the door shut as he left the room.

 Everyone else positioned themselves in the circle. Veemon drug TK into the ring.

 Davis woke up. What did Veemon want to get rid of him for? He turned and tried
 to open the door. Locked. He put his ear to the door to try to pick up
 something:

 "Davis is down."

 "Alright, Veemon, that's just cheating."

 Damn it! Davis thought. I still need to play if TK and Kari are still in there!
 Veemon!! What are you doing?!

 "Kari!" Veemon wailed. "Truth or Dare?"

 "Truth."

 "This is easier than I thought," Veemon said to himself. "Wait up, Davis, you
 can come back here in a minute."

 TK and Kari were talking amongst themselves and didn't hear Veemon.

 Veemon folded his hands. "I made the effort of pointing out love triangles in
 the group, but didn't get them all, as the interrogater kind of had to leave. Do
 you have anything to add?"

 TK nudged Kari.

 Kari just kind of sat there. Alright, something is wrong here. She thought. TK
 never acts like this. That's normally Davis' job... but he hasn't even looked at
 me since we got here! ... forget it, I bail out here. I need a sign.

 "Beats me." Kari replied. She threw up her arms in defeat.

 TK was stunned. Say me, bitch!

 Keyvan :  Er... ok, this is REALLY not right...

 Veemon laughed. This is going better than I thought. Just enough leeway for
 Davis. TK's almost at the same stage of pandemonia as Davis - if I can get him
 to snap, and get Davis to calm down.... then we win!

 Kari retired. TK turned to Veemon. "It's just you and me... do your worst!"

 "TK! Truth or Dare?"

 "Dare!"

 Gohan and Krillin oooohed.

 Veemon gestured towards Kari's sleeping bag. "Move your sleeping bag over to
 Kari's."

 TK started getting nervous. "...uh... okay." He dropped his sleeping bag into an
 empty slot in front of Kari's. Davis' was lined up behind TK's.

 "Done." TK announced.

 "Veemon!" Gatomon shouted. "That was pitiful!! Veemon's out, hands down!"

 Veemon was dead. At least for the time being, anyways. He rubbed his hands
 together. "Wait, Gatomon. Just wait."

 He stood up and unlocked the door. Davis stumbled in. TK was dancing over
 people's sleeping bags, occaisionaly stepping on Squall's. "I win I win I win I
 wiiiin!!"

 TK tripped on the Buster Sword and plummeted to the ground.

 "That's a wrap, people!" Patamon shouted. "Anyone for shuteye?"

 Everybody raised their hands. "Aye!"

 As everybody hopped in their sleeping bags, Hawkmon yanked the light switch. The
 room plunged into darkness, and everybody got settled for the long sleep ahead
 of them. Or not.

 *Keyvan taps the Pause button. Everybody boos him*

 Keyvan :  Alright, let's get this straight. The formation of sleeping bags is as
 follows: Kari in the top left of the room by the door, TK's at her feet, Veemon
 beside TK, Davis in the bottom left, Gohan and Krillin aside from him, Hawkmon,
 Gatomon, Wormmon and Patamon on the far right of the room, and Squall in the top
 right. Man, I'm lost.

 *Random members of the audience throw garbage and empty pop cans at him*

 Random Audience Member :  You suck ass!!

 Keyvan :  .... forget it.

 *Keyvan pushes the Play button again*

 Davis sat awake for a while. He held up his watch and turned the indiglo on.
 10:34. He was ready to put his head down to sleep. "G'night, Veemon."

 Veemon was right at Davis' head. "Davis. You're not going to sleep for a while
 longer."

 "Huh? What's going on?"

 "You have to do something about TK, remember?" Veemon whispered. "I paved you a
 massive path, and you're going to take it whether you like it or not!"

 Veemon pointed over into the darkness.

 "Eh. ... Kari?" TK grunted.

 Kari sat up. "What?"

 No response.

 She was ready to lie down again. She'd been through a lot today, and..
 "Ehhhh.... Kari..."

 Kari shot up. "What is it, TK?" She said angrily.

 No response.

 Veemon chuckled. "TK's off in La-la Land somewhere. It's ticking off Kari."

 "...huh? I can't hear or see anything. It's pitch black in here."

 Veemon tapped the side of his head. "I have night vision and hearing like a fox.
 I'll relay." he scanned the area for any happenings.

 TK stood up in his sleep.

 "I sure hope he unzipped that sleeping bag." Veemon sighed.

 TK stumbled, and fell to his side, still tangled in the zipped-up sleeping bag.

 THUD

 "We're trying to sleep here." Squall moaned.

 "Urrggghh!! TK, get back to sleep!!" Kari yelled. That was the only part that
 Davis heard so far.

 Mimi tiptoed into the room from the dark hall.

 "Mimi! Incoming!" Veemon said to himself.

 Mimi tripped over a loose shoe on the ground.

 THUMP

 "TK! GET TO SLEEP!!" Kari shouted. Davis heard that, too.

 TK readjusted his sleeping bag, though not generally straight.

 Keyvan :  Turn TK's sleeping bag 45 degrees counterclockwise on my handy chart!

 Mimi got up on all fours. She slowly crept toward the sleeping Squall.

 "Squall?" She whispered.

 Squall shot out of bed, snatched the Buster Sword, and nailed Mimi's nightshirt
 to the wall.

 *RUFFLE* SWISH SKRUNCH

 "Go Dad.... kick Bob Dole's ass...." Gohan mumbled in his sleep.

 Kari beat TK over the head with a shoe. "Damn... you... TK!!!" Davis heard it,
 surely.

 TK remained asleep.

 "Watch out, Squall! Mimi's hitting on you!" Veemon murmured.

 "Squall! I was just wondering if.."

 "I'm not going out with you, you psycho bitch!!" Squall shouted. Davis heard it.

 "Bitch... Maron..." Krillin groaned in his sleep. He started drooling.

 TK stood up. He was officially sleepwalking. He turned to Kari. She had fallen
 asleep as quickly as she started yelling, and was snoozing soundly. TK started
 to approach her. "Yeeeah..." he mumbled.

 Veemon sprung up. "This is it! I have to do this... Davis! When I act, follow my
 mark!"

 Veemon jumped and kicked TK in the back of the knee. He stumbled and fell right
 in front of Kari. Had he stepped any further, she would be in a killing mood.

 TK snapped out of his trance. He threw down his hands to brace his fall, and
 upon contact with the ground, his arm spread forward.

 Veemon couldn't believe it. Perfect. Just perfect.

 "Veemon! You little shit!" TK scowled. Davis sulked. The shit had hit the fan.

 Gatomon turned over. "What's going on..."

 Veemon waved his finger. "Now, now.. you wouldn't want to wake Kari, now, would
 you?"

 "I'll beat you down, you li..." TK tried to move his hand. It wouldn't budge.

 Upon further reflection by TK, he didn't want to move his hand. When his hand
 stretched out after landing the fall, it slid perfectly underneath Kari's ass.
 There was no way he could move it out without waking her.

 TK let loose a wave of sweatdrops. "Alright, Veemon! What do you want?"

 "Some discipline by Tai on your behalf." Veemon snickered. He nodded off to
 Davis.

 "JESUS CHRIST, TAI!!! WHAT THE HELL IS TK DOING TO YOUR SISTER?!?" Davis
 screamed.

 This woke everybody up.

 Keyvan :  No way, it put everybody in New York to sleep.

 Tai darted into the room. "WTF is going on here?!"

 The lights went on, and they all saw the horrors of Veem.. er, TK's actions.

 Krillin covered Gohan's eyes. "You're not old enough."

 Veemon whipped around to Tai. "I tried to stop him! Honest!!"

 "Thanks, Veemon. TK! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?"

 "Er... I .. the.. di...Ve..D..."

 Kari, now awake, nailed TK in the face with a punch.

 Tai, now aware, nailed TK in the face with a punch.

 Gatomon, now available, nailed TK in the face with a punch.

 Gatomon hopped off of Patamon. "Thanks. I needed that."

 Tai grabbed TK by the neck and threw him out of the room. "Are the rest of you
 guys alright?"

 "I guess." Squall said.

 "Good night." Tai answered sternly. He flicked off the light and slammed the
 door. Repeated punches could be heard outside.

 Kari shivered. "I can't believe that guy! Of all the nerve... forget it! I've
 had enough time deciding! Davis, get out of bed, we're going on a date, NOW!"

 Everybody stared at Kari, eyes wide.

 Veemon's fist shot into the air. "Woohoo!! Mission accomplished!... .... .Davis?
 Mission accomplished!.... ..... er, Davis..."

 Davis had fainted.

 Kari smiled. "Aw, save it for tomorrow night."

 Keyvan :  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the only Daikari on
 FanFiction.net I have ever read! Or soon to be, anyways.

 ********

 Ultimanium stepped out of the taxi, in front of Duo and Heero. He stopped
 midstride.

 "Wha...! No way! Davis!"

 "Hey, man," Duo asked. "Something wrong?"

 "Er.. no. You guys go in and wait at the elevator. I'll be back in a minute."

 Ultimanium hopped back in the taxi and drove off.

 Davis, man, if it weren't for that Veemon you wouldn't be so studly right now.


 END OF CHAPTER 12