*(Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT. All characters and places associated with the Dragon Ball series belong to their own respected creators and I have not used them to make any profit in any shape or form.)

Jason9000: Holy crap I can't believe it's been a year since I started this. I didn't notice the last time I updated, but we passed the one year mark around two and a half weeks ago. Okay before we begin, I have a warning for you all. This chapter is going to be very gory. So I'm warning you, if you don't like gory chapters then you can skip this and I'll tell you what happened at the beginning of the next chapter. Well this chapter is going to show why Daimaō is the newly crowned Demon King and why no one has challenged him for the throne. Well let's begin.*

Daimaō had left the door after his son walked through. He went back to his throne room once again to mediate. He barked at his guards once again to not disturb him or he'd rip their throats out. He then dimmed the lights, closed his eyes, and began to think.

Once again he was on the verge of victory, just like his last two conquests. For the third time he had his hand just about to grasp his victory. If his history was correct, then something is going to happen that would defeat him.

He then thought of the possible outcomes. For one thing both of his sieges could fail and he'd have a small army of whatever is left of the 'good' warriors in Otherworld smashing through his doors. He doubted that any one warrior could stand up to himself, but if had to deal with thousands all firing some type of merging energy blast that could be a problem.

Then there was the problem of the Z-warriors coming here. He already had a plan for them, but there was the problem that they'd somehow pull through…like they always did. For some reason he had a feeling that somewhere out there, there was some outside force always conspiring against not just him, but Frieza, Cell, and the others.

But, it's not like those stupid Saiyans could gain massive amounts of strength in such a short time. They already used up the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and it wasn't like it could be used again by all of them. He knew that Vegeta and his son from the alternate future couldn't go in there. So that left only Goku for a couple of months, his boys, and Trunks from the current timeline. It wasn't like they could all reuse the room just, because it was destroyed during that fight with the previous Majin Buu.

His eyes snapped open. A terrible thought entered his mind. He didn't put that into his plans. What if they all increased their strength even further than he anticipated? Look at what happened at the Cell Games. He forgot to factor in the off-chance that the room could be reusable by everyone since it was destroyed thanks to the previous version of Kid Buu.

He snarled in anger. How could he have overlooked such a crucial detail? Now everything truly hung in the balance. The scale could go either way. What was the point of his armies taking control of Otherworld and the Universe if he wasn't there to rule? The Universe was his to do as he pleased! He was the unquestionable ruler of the Demon Realm! No one, not some stupid simian, or his pathetic friends were going to defeat him again!

He could feel his anger rising and it almost blinded him. He almost started to see everything in red. His base desires were becoming stronger…he wanted, no NEEDED to torture someone or something to satisfy his blood lust. His mind began thinking of ways to torture one or a bunch of the slaves he had in the dungeons. In fact he might actually choose some of the ones that had developed Stockholm syndrome or one of those weirdos that actually liked being in pain.

He was about to walk down to the dungeons when he heard a message in his head.

'I've captured Bojack sire, I'm ready to return home when you're ready.'

The Demon King paused and was actually confused. His son had already captured Bojack? It was only half an hour perhaps forty-five minutes at the most. Had he seriously underestimate his son's prowess in battle by that much? He was actually impressed that he had pulled through. Well at least now he was sure that his trump card was still on the table. Yes, if all else failed he had one ace in the hole…

His hand reached for the door when a malicious thought entered his head. It had been some time since he had a fresh audience for his entertainment. Perhaps it was time to show the others an example…

Daimaō opened the door and addressed the guard on his right.

"Gather my guests and have someone escort them to the dungeon. I have a show for them. Also when my son Junior, returns to us tell him to meet me down in the dungeons as well."

"My lord, what about the Prince? If you're not at the door…then how will he return? We haven't tried opening the door ourselves since you gained the power to open it at your will," The guard asked him.

"Have someone from the Check-In Station bring him there. Then Piano can send him down here. I have no time to open the door myself," Daimaō responded.

The guard acknowledged the order. He bowed to Daimaō and then left to go and find everyone he was told to locate.

Daimaō walked down to the dungeon to prepare for the show.

Piccolo sat down mulling over his thoughts. Now that he was free to think, he was thinking of why this Gohan was so special to him. Why would he be so important to him as Bojack claimed? What bothered him more was the vision of Kami and that other Namek that looked like him. Who was that stranger? Why did he feel so important to him as well? Kami was probably floating around up in Heaven, hiding somewhere. He couldn't question him just yet. Perhaps he could order the army to look for him and bring him in alive. Surely as the second in command of the entire Demon Realm he could order the army to do stuff as well? Surely his father wouldn't object to him placing a bounty on Kami?

He was pulled out of his thoughts and noticed another power on the planet. It didn't feel like a threat and it felt familiar.

He looked up and saw someone flying toward him. He realized that it was a Demon from the feel of its malicious energy.

The Demon landed and he recognized it was Bass, one of his brothers that his father had spawned in his first conquest of the Earth.

"What are you doing here? I thought I was assigned to this myself. I already have Bojack stuck in the bottle. I don't need my assistance," Piccolo told him.

Bass sneered at him. "Oh shut it Princey! What makes you think I want to be here? I was just assigned Lieutenant General of the forces being sent to conquer the Earth. Now hurry up, I have to get back to the meeting or I'll be demoted to Captain. I won't let you ruin my chance at this," Bass snapped back at him.

Piccolo's gaze hardened at the remark and stared at him.

"You dare talk to your superior in this tone? Need I remind you that I'm your Prince? Or do I need to beat respect into you?" He challenged him.

Bass only took a deep breath and turned his back to Piccolo. He couldn't challenge him; he had neither the strength nor the skill to take him on…yet. He was one the many that wanted to challenge Piccolo and take the position of Demon Prince. Just because, Piccolo was evil again did not mean he could order everyone around like common slaves. It angered him that he treated everyone below him. At least Daimaō only treated his slaves with contempt. Piccolo just didn't care about anyone and was just focused on getting the task assigned to him done and have it be done with distinction.

"Just take me home. I want to drop this pirate off to father so I can meditate in peace. I need to clear my head after this fight," Piccolo told him.

Bass didn't show any physical reaction and only turned around to place his hand on Piccolo's shoulders. He recited an incantation that took them back to the Check-In Station.

Within a few seconds both of them were outside the Check-In Station. The place was torn asunder. The building was half destroyed. The clouds were no longer yellow, offering a welcoming sight. They were a sickly purple looking ominous and cold. If these clouds of souls were actually aware of what was going on, then they may actually be afraid of what waited for them inside.

Piccolo and Bass walked in pushing the clouds out of the way despite their protests.

They walked in and found two guards standing behind a soul that was fortunate enough to regain their body. At the top of the desk where King Yemma once sat, Piano had taken his place and was now the judge of the dead.

The person he was currently going through what appeared to be a human man in a simple brown robe; however, he had elf like ears, and his skin was purple with brown spots. He looked confused as to what was going on.

"Quite a record you have here Mr. Alexander Cossack. You were born into a wealthy life style, you were quite the party person, you destroyed all of your business rivals in many illegal ways, had many of your enemies killed off, and finally you were about to poison your own father to gain complete control of the criminal empire he had created. What was it that changed all that?" Piano asked him.

The man took a deep breath before beginning his tale.

"My life was changed for the better. I was on my way to see my father…to slip the poison into his drink…when my life was saved by a child. He pushed me out of a gunman's way saving me from a set up ambush, knowing full well, who I was and what I did," The man said slowly.

"I remember his final words to me 'Everyone has a chance of redemption, why shouldn't you?' the boy had said as he passed away. For the first time in my life, I felt regret. It was like a cruise liner slamming into me and I somehow survived. The guilt began getting to me so I then left my life behind and lived the rest of my days as a hermit to atone for my sins," The man said finishing his story.

Piano simply stared at the person sighing.

"I'm sorry sir, but your do not have enough good merits to enter Heaven. Had you continued your life the way it was before you became a hermit, you would've gained total access to Heaven," Piano said solemnly.

The man blinked in confusion trying to register what Piano said.

"Wait what? I thought that in order to gain access to Heaven in the afterlife you had to be a good person? Meaning you had to do righteous acts of helping others, not needlessly destroy everything around you, and try your best not to fall into negative emotions such as anger, hatred, lust, and countless other emotions," He told the pterodactyl type creature.

"I'm sorry my boy, but you've been lied to for all these years. Everything you've done has been based on a lie. Being 'good' is not the way to get eternal bliss. No you should have stayed the way you were," Piano told him.

Alexander looked stunned. Was the later part of his life really a lie? Did he really waste all of those years in a fruitless quest to atone for all that he did? Now that he had been told that it was all for naught, he began questioning everything he ever did.

"Do not fret, there is still hope for your redemption son," Piano told him.

The man looked up and hope returned to his eyes. Perhaps he could finally achieve the rank to earn his peace and spend the rest of eternity in eternal bliss.

"In order for you to gain access to Heaven, you will have to spend three hundred years in Purgatory to atone for what you've done. There you will learn the error of your way of thinking and be cleansed of your sins," Piano said.

Alexander nodded his head fervently.

"I'll do it. Anything so I can finally be at peace!" He exclaimed to everyone.

Piano smiled evilly and pointed toward a side door.

"Very well then child, go down that door and someone will escort you to Purgatory where an area will be fitted to accommodate your sins so you can…be cleansed of your deeds," Piano told him.

Alexander then ran out toward where he was pointing.

"I see you're using father's power of persuasion. Making your words sound sweet and tricking people by having them look through your eyes in a deceitful manner. I'm going to guess he is starting to disperse some of his power among his followers?" Piccolo asked.

Piano looked down to his youngest brother with a smile.

"His Majesty's power is unrivaled when it comes to persuasion. As soon as these poor souls look into my eyes, they'll believe just about anything I say," Piano responded with glee closing the massive book he had opened.

Both Piccolo and Bass glared at him. If there was one thing they could agree on, it was that Piano was one of the biggest kiss asses that Daimaō had. It was a known fact that Piano would do anything to gain prestige in the eyes of the Demon King.

"Stop being such a kiss ass to our father and explain what you're blabbering about!" Piccolo shouted up to his sibling.

Piano looked a bit put off from Piccolo's command, but then complied to answer his statement.

"Well as you know, the Demon King needed someone new to judge the souls of the dead. He needed someone he could trust, someone that was good at analyzing others and determining what they're good for. Naturally I was the best choice for taking the place of King Yemma. He even increased my power by showing me how to have my eyes show false promises to others with moderate willed minds. Even my voice could make being torn to shreds sound like a better deal than swimming in a lake," Piano told him proudly.

Bass nodded with an expression that showed he was a bit impressed and Piano could tell he was a bit proud of him.

Piccolo's face betrayed a neutral tone, till he grinned and began laughing.

"So you could actually convince the next person to jump into a pit of fire instead of jumping off a cliff? Oh yeah, like that's something to be proud of. Why does it matter anyway? I mean we all know that we're just sending people that were terrible into Heaven and sending those that led 'good' lives down into Hell, to be torn apart," Piccolo said.

Piano growled a bit at Piccolo for mocking him.

"I'll have you know Junior, that this is an important position. This way I can find those that can be useful to our cause and help strengthen father's armies," He told him.

Piccolo merely grunted at him. He didn't want to bother arguing with Piano. He was wasting time; he needed to deliver Bojack to his father before he was beaten for taking too long. He had pissed his father off three times in his life. Each beating was engraved into his memory and he didn't even want to relive any of them.

"Look just open a portal and send me down into Hell as close to the castle as you can. I need to deliver something to father," Piccolo told him.

"Yes, yes father mentioned it to me a couple of minutes ago. He's getting impatient. Something's up though. I'm guessing that it has to do with Bojack. Either way I hate to be him when you drop him off," Piano said.

The pterodactyl then raised both his hands toward Piccolo's feet and his hands were glowing yellow. He shouted something that no one around him understood. Suddenly a black hole opened around Piccolo's feet and he felt himself being dragged down. He didn't even fight the gravity sucking porthole. He continued glaring at Piano till his head turned toward Bass.

"If father is pissed, because I'm arriving later than he anticipated, I'm blaming you for taking too long," He snarled at Bass.

Before Bass could even form a response. Piccolo disappeared into the hole and he found himself near his home. He looked around and noticed that Hell was for once empty. He could only sense the energy of the soldiers still stationed at the castle. It was a good hour flight to get to the Blood Pond from where he was standing and he couldn't feel anyone over there.

'Wow…I doubt Hell has been this empty since time immemorial. The last time this place was this empty, was before the Demon-Kai War according to hosty,' Piccolo thought to himself.

He then took off toward the castle. He made sure he still had the bottle in his pocket and sure enough it was there.

He landed outside the gate and the two guards let him in. He walked through the entrance hall and went towards the throne room. Piccolo pulled out the bottle currently holding Bojack keeping a tight grip on it. He was about to knock on the door when he heard the rushing of feet.

He turned around and saw the guards he spoke to earlier down in the dungeons were running toward him.

"My Prince, our great lord Daimaō has requested that you meet him down in the dungeons with the prisoner. He had us come up here to bring you down to his location. He has a special cell for Bojack down in the deepest part of the castle that leads to the pit of fire," The guard with the white armor said.

Piccolo took a deep breath and sighed. He looked down at the bottle in his hand and shook his head.

"I suggest you hold onto my advice, looks like you're going to suffer more so than I thought," Piccolo spoke to the bottle.

He then nodded at the guards to take him down into the dungeons below.

Daimaō waited for his guests in the largest cell at the bowels of his castle. The floor was boiling hot, because underneath the foundations was the dreaded pit of eternal fire. No one knows who created it or how it was there. Even if the first Demon was still around, Daimaō doubted they knew who put it here. No one alive or dead today knew how, but the Demons of old were able to build the castle on top of it. This fire was so hot that it actually burned the soul's very core. Long ago people that were sent to Hell were cast into this pit, hence why many people thought that those that died that were considered evil would "burn in Hell"; however, the Supreme Kais of old found out that the Demons actually enjoyed it. There they could torture souls to their hearts content and were happy. Also since the evil souls were constantly being tortured, they never had time to even think about their evil deeds and tried to repent. Since they couldn't think of the evil they committed and try to relearn their lesson, they had no chance to be reincarnated. Therefore the Kais changed Hell's landscape into that of today. What they didn't know was, that was the reason the Demons kept trying to escape from Hell, because they were bored out of their minds with no souls being sent their way they slowly began building their own place atop the foundations of their ancestral home. Now it was in the hands of Daimaō and he was going to use it to his heart's content.

He heard the doors open and found his son being led in by the guards. They shut the door behind him and Piccolo took his first step.

Immediately his son drew his foot back and he hissed in pain. He stood still for a moment and concentrated on putting up a strong Ki shield around his lower body to protect himself.

He then walked across the floor and bowed on knee to his father.

"My king, I have returned with Bojack. He is in this bottle as you requested. It was a tough fight, but I am proud to say that my intelligence won out against Bojack. Even with the Old Kai unlocking his full strength," Piccolo said holding out the bottle.

"Rise my faithful son," Daimaō responded to his offspring.

Piccolo got up and gave his father the bottle. His father examined it for a moment till he returned his gaze to Piccolo.

"You may go Junior; I can tell that you are weary from this fight. Go now and rest. I shall call for your services later," Daimaō told him.

Piccolo nodded and turned to go. He had one hand on the door when he paused and turned back to his father.

"Father, I am…conflicted at the moment. That idiot space pirate said something that has been on my mind for a while," Piccolo said.

Daimaō's head tilted to the side and he looked curious at him.

"Oh? What did the drunken fool say to you?" His father questioned.

"He mentioned something about Gohan. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the name of Goku's first born son? He claimed that I had fought him before on the Earth and that Gohan saved me from him. How can that be though? I've been down here in Hell for 23 years and I've never once fought with Gohan; except for when he helped me against the battle with that Saiyan Raditz. What was he blathering about?" He asked.

Daimaō only shook his head.

"Who can say my son? Perhaps he was just rambling off stuff he made up in his head. I knew that years of alcohol abuse could damage a person's brain, but this is ridiculous. Now he's making up lies to try and save himself? How the mighty have fallen," Daimaō said mockingly at the bottle.

Piccolo only looked at the bottle with a strange look on his face. Finally he shook his head and left to go to his room.

When Piccolo left Daimaō's rage almost caused him to break the bottle prematurely. That damn pirate nearly ruined everything! He hadn't even had his son under his control two days and someone was already trying to turn Piccolo against him. Bojack was going to pay for almost spoiling everything.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when his guests arrived. Frieza was the first to walk across the floor till he jumped back shouting in pain and then trying to cool his feet.

"My apologies Frieza, It must have slipped my guard's minds to tell you that the floor is hot down here," Daimaō said.

Frieza only glared at the Demon King and he slowly used his Ki to form a barrier around his body to protect himself.

Dr. Gero and Android 19 walked forward with no problems. Their metal bodies weren't affected by the heat, but Android 19 started staring at the floor.

"My sensors indicate that there is fire below us. The heat index from the flames is too high for my sensors to calculate their specific temperature," The Android said out loud.

"So this…is the pit of eternal fire. I've heard stories of this pit, but I never knew it existed right underneath the castle," Bibidi said in semi amazement floating with his son above the floor.

Daimaō nodded before speaking. "Yes on what you stand is the pit of eternal fire. Its first purpose was where evil souls used to be punished. Now it's just used to warm up the castle whenever I need,"

"Care to tell me why you called us down here? The only one I know that would be happy to be down here within the bowels of this dreary old castle is Cooler," King Cold asked.

Cooler only glared at his father. Just, because he had a better appreciation for architecture doesn't mean he had to make fun of him for it.

"Gentlemen I hold the traitor in my hands. Thanks to Junior, Bojack has been caught and will no longer be a hindrance to any of our plans. Most specifically the Colds and their massive Empire," Daimaō said.

The Colds only stared at the bottle with raised eyebrows while the Androids understood what he meant when they saw the symbol on the front of the bottle.

"Ah, I see you had Piccolo use the Evil Containment Wave on him. Makes sense I suppose since I doubt Piccolo had the power to destroy Bojack," Cell said mockingly.

Daimaō only glared at Cell before coolly responding. "Please Cell, you wouldn't be half as strong as you were before the power up, if you hadn't absorbed all those people. I wouldn't be surprised if Vegeta would have beaten you in your perfect form with no problems after his first day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber," Daimaō responded coolly.

Cell only blinked as if he never considered what Daimaō ever said before. Dr. Gero only glared at him for mocking his ultimate creation.

"Well let's get on with the show. Shall we?" Daimaō said opening the bottle and throwing it on the hot floor.

Immediately the bottle opened and Bojack appeared on the floor. He looked pretty beat up. He had giant holes underneath his arms and one of his shoulders. There was little blood coming out so whatever Piccolo did, it either cauterized the wound or his arms had been able to at least repair themselves to at least stop the bleeding. His clothes were torn and he had multiple burns on his body.

The Demon King was silent and only studied Bojack to see what kind of damage his son had done and he smiled down at the space pirate.

"What? Where am I?" Bojack asked himself.

"So the traitor returns. I see you haven't done so well last we met," Daimaō said.

Bojack turned around and saw his previous co-workers standing behind him.

Before Bojack could even open his mouth to respond, his feet started to hurt more so than usual. His feet were getting hotter and hotter. He jumped up and proceeded to try and hover above the floor.

He was met with Daimaō disappearing and appearing above him using his feet to smash his head to the floor so that he was facing the others.

Bojack began screaming, but it only came out as muffled yells. He tried to push himself up, but the Demon King wouldn't budge.

"Aw, what's the matter Bojack? Feeling a little hot? Now I would let you up, but your skin is a sickly green. We wouldn't want you getting sick would we?" Daimaō asked in a mocking tone.

Bojack's body started to flail as he tried to get up. Now his body was feeling the scorching heat off the flames below. Finally Daimaō let the pirate up to lift his face up off the ground.

To say that the disgusted faces of the others was an understatement. Bojack's skin had started to melt off. It was peeling off in a disgusting manner. They could see the muscles and some of the bone that hid underneath his flesh. He looked like his face had been torn off by some wild animal and had only left bits of it left.

"Tell me…what hurts more? A?" Daimaō asked.

He then grabbed his left hand and began applying pressure to each of his fingers. Slowly each of his fingers broke in different ways each with a sickening pop and Bojack screaming in pain with each break.

His entire hand begun to swell up and his fingers were jutting out in different angles.

"Or B?" Daimaō asked him again. He then broke the fingers in his other hand. Both of his hands looked disgusting. Cell had closed his eyes and took a deep breath to give himself a second to recollect himself. The wizards looked shocked and Bibidi was covering his mouth to stop himself from gagging. Dr. Gero and Android 19 watched taking in what was going on and recoding the data on Bojack in case they needed it in the future. Thankfully since they were Androids they didn't need to express any emotions taking in data by just observing so no one could guess what they were really thinking. Only the Colds watched with no difference. They were used to torturing some of their lackeys so this didn't shock them too much.

"Forehand?" The Demon King asked pushing his head back down with his palm so the front part of his body was stuck on the floor.

Bojack's once again tried to push Daimaō off of him, but he only smiled at Bojack's suffering. The more Bojack struggled to get free, the happier Daimaō was. There was only one more thing that would make Daimaō truly happy.

"Or backhand?" He asked his final question at the same time as swinging the back of his hand like a reverse golf swing to hit Bojack on the top of his head sending him crashing face first into the wall and peeling off slowly like old wallpaper.

He landed on his back with a thud and he looked like a mess. The whole front end of his body was covered in worse burns. More of his skin was burned away revealing the muscles of his body. They could see the muscles and bones of his legs. How he was still alive no one could answer.

Daimaō then stretched his right arm out to grasp Bojack by the leg and slammed him all over the place. He bounced from wall to wall leaving small dents and chipping off pieces of the places he hit. Finally Daimaō slammed him down in front of his feet.

Bojack slowly started to bleed all over the floor. A small pool of blood appeared by his feet and the Demon King looked memorized by it. He bent down to the pool of blood in a strange trance. He started sniffing it as if it was some sort of drug. What he did next disgusted everyone in the room.

He then cupped a small bit of it his hands again and drank some of it shuddering with pleasure. Bibidi lost it and tried to open the door to find it locked. He was trying his best not to vomit all over the place, but it didn't look like it was going to work. His son started slamming his fists on the door to get someone's attention so he could escape from this sight. Cell's face betrayed the look of disgust at the act; while his creator and older "brother" were shocked. Each face of the intergalactic family face started to twitch as if they couldn't believe what they were witnessing and were trying to see if their eyes played tricks on them.

Bojack actually broke down and began to cry. He tried not to, but his body and mind wouldn't have it. He been pushed too far and he was only reacting naturally to his situation after reaching his limit.

Finally Bojack spoke. The others could barely hear him. If Cell wasn't looking at Bojack's face seeing his lips move, he wouldn't have believed he heard anything at all.

"Have mercy…please! Please!" Bojack cried among his slowly falling tears to the Demon King who had slowly stood up.

The Colds knew what state Bojack was in. At this point they would kill whoever they were torturing, because this was when they were on the brink of the abyss before they descended into true madness. They'd have just blasted the poor soul to ashes since they would be no use to them.

To Daimaō this was his version of Heaven. Here he was torturing someone to his heart's content. Not only that, but Bojack was 'fresh meat' meaning he hadn't been 'broken in' yet and didn't find a way to block out the pain inflicted on his mind and body. He could do as he pleased and no one could stop him.

Suddenly energy cackled in Daimaō's closed hands. His lips formed a small taunting smile at the space pirate before speaking the final words that Bojack's mind would register.

"There is no mercy," Daimaō stated calmly before stretching his hands out and attacked Bojack with electricity.

At this point everyone knew what this was. It was a warning and a revelation. It was a warning to the others of what would happen if they betrayed Daimaō and failed to get away with it, this would be their fate. Also this was a revelation of how insane Daimaō really was. Behind the cold, calculating, mask of a leader of a vast kingdom, Daimaō at his core was truly mad. Whether he was always this insane or his defeat at Goku's hands caused his mind in the afterlife to snap, all the others knew was that they had to be careful. For the first time since their own defeat…they were worried and to a small degree scared.

"Do not worry…I'm not going to kill you. I have….other uses for you…" Daimaō said before laughing pouring more energy into his attack.

Everyone else could only look on in horror as Bojack's screams echoed throughout the dungeons…

*Jason9000: Well that was I think the longest chapter I've done for this fic. Thirteen pages just for you guys, because I felt like you deserved it after a month of silence from me. If any of you can guess the references I put in during the torture scene, then I'll give props to you in the beginning of the next chapter. One last thing before we wrap this up. I started school again. So I'm not sure when I'll update and I just wanted to give you all a heads up in case I disappear longer than usual. Well hope you enjoyed, please review.*