Disclaimer:
All DBZ characters belong to Akira Toriyama.
The other ones belong to me :p

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Author's note:

Before finishing the so long waited chapter 14, I decided to rewrite the whole story, chapter by chapter, correcting grammar and vocabulary mistakes... I started writing this fic a long time ago, and the change in my writing style would have been too drastic between the previous chapters (the first 13 ones) and the coming fourteen ;-)
I'll also add new info into those revisited chapters, so... pay close attention ;)

And don't forget the principal rules to survive this fanfic:

Don't answer the phone
Don't open the door
Never ever under any circumstances do you ever say "I'll be right back" cause you won't be back.
Don't ask Who's There ?
(that's a mortal wish...)

And whatever you do...

Don't

YELL !

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YELL
" Someone has taken the idea of revenge a little bit too far "

Chapitre ONE : First Call


Satan City University. 16h20.

The end of the week... All students were feeling suddenly in lighter moods, and lot of faces were bearing a large (silly) smile. Goten burst out the Committee Room. Like Trunks, he had skipped the afternoon's classes to prepare the party of this evening, but when the hazard had decided that Trunks would stay at the University Domain to get the calls for young drivers- an student-association that were bringing back home the students too drunk to drive - the young purple hair student had left the meeting at 15h20 to go back to the course... Or so was it what he said...

Goten was walking in a fast pace towards the exit gate where he and Trunks were supposed to meet. He saw, approaching the gate, that Trunks and Katrina were already there. They couldn't have been faster than him to reach the gate! And they didn't either seem out of breath as after a run... Goten thus suspected that they had both skipped the last course to be together for awhile. He decided that he would tease Trunks a little.

What a shame that the hazard decided you would be the responsible of young Drivers for tonight..., he started with a large wicked smile. You'll miss the big party.

No problemo, Trunks retorted, smiling softly, Katrina must meet her grandparents for the week-end, so I won't miss anything if I stay at the domain, watching a movie or two, and waiting for the calls...

And in fact, the black haired girl added, pitching Trunks' cheek, teasingly, knowing him alone at the domain is a sure fact that my playboy of boyfriend will not meet other girls at some party. Trunks grinned to her.

It's really too bad, Goten added with a false smile, You had there the occasion to meet the family of your future wife...

Trunks, with a smile looking more like a murderous grin, sent his elbow in Goten's side. Goten laughed. Trunks and Katrina had been together for around a month, and Trunks didn't want to feel too involved with a girl. Not after Kirsten. It was already amazing that he had stayed with Katrina for so long, but the latter needed two more months to get the Keeping-Trunks' time-record.

21h50, Satan University Domain.

As it was Friday night, and as the party was running on the beach, there were very few lights on the windows of the Domain. Yet, some of them were lightened at the Alpha Point Fraternity house. Trunks was laying down in a sofa in the living room, drowsing in front of a TV where was broadcasted a nth show of the TITANIC movie.

He sighed... Why the hell the only movie tonight *had* to be the only movie in which he had acted ? All the other TV channels were diffusing the Chikyu Song Contest, which Trunks was judging too bad this year.

He thought back at the irony that had been during the whole directing of the movie: His partner was actually the other Trunks' mate, the one who came once from the future to give a medicine to Goku. His own girlfriend, Kirsten, didn't know there were two versions of Trunks, and during a big misunderstanding, had thought that Trunks was unfaithful to her, and had let him down after a 3-months idyll. Trunks had tried to explain her about the other Trunks from the future, but she didn't believe him.

Jack... When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you.

Trunks thought back to his real relation with his partner, Lynn. They were far from being this legendary couple immortalized on screen. In reality, they were always fighting. Lynn couldn't stand his Don Juan attitude. Ay ! The other Trunks was a drip, for sure ! The first time they had to kiss each other, at the front of the ship, did he get a strange face expression? In any case, she had bitten his lips and they had fought again... And the shooting had been delayed of one week... And Jim Kameron had had a nerve-crisis...

A scream brought him back to here-and-now : Iceberg!! Straight ahead!

*Here it goes... The biiiig nice boat will give a biiiiig kiss to the baaaad iceberg*, Trunks thought with irony. At that moment, the phone rang. Trunks startled. He hadn't expected any phone-call before at least two hours. Who the hell could already be drunk at 22h00 ? He picked up the phone : Young Drivers, how may I help you ?

The first thing he noticed was that the guy wasn't drunk. The second thing was that he wasn't calling to ask for someone to bring back home somebody drunk.

//What's your favorite horror movie ?//

*And one more nutcase, one...!*, Trunks thought. He was trying to guess the identity of the person by his voice. So far, no name was popping up in his mind, he would need to make him talk a little bit more...

Why do you want to know ?. Trunks closed his eyes, the guy was going to talk, he needed to be concentrated on his voice...

The voice seemed sulky : //Just answer my question...//

Trunks frowned. Ay Shit ! He hadn't manage to identify the man... He went on, joking : is it for an opinion poll, or for an interview ?

The voice continued ://None of them...// Yet Trunks was sure he had heard a teeth-grinding. //but this fills the conversation. You don't like horror movies ?//

, Trunks said standing up from the sofa and beginning to walk towards the living-room, No, I don't really like horror movies. Come on, I don't watch that shit!

//Do they scare you ?//, the voice asked, with a playing tone.

Trunks burst out laughing : Not really ... What's the point they are all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some blonde with big lungs who can't act, when she is running up the steps when she should be going out the front door...It's pathetic !. Trunks suspended his talk. Didn't he just use Lynn's typical expression ?

*Damn Titanic !*, he thought.

//As far as I'm concerned, I rather like this type of movie...//, the voice retorted calmly.

*Who the fuck is that sick one?* I'm really happy for you... , Trunks said, a little bit exasperated. Now, will you excuse me, I'd like the Young Drivers phone-line to be free for TRUE calls...

//You are the one in chore tonight ?//, the voice asked with a tone almost sympathetic.

Trunks understood he wouldn't win this game that way. An idea flashed through his mind. He would get him by the bluff. He smiled largely.

Exactly, Goten ! Like you didn't know! Well, have a good drunk! And don't you dare calling me to drive you home !, and he hung up. He laid down on the sofa, considering the phone from the corner of his eyes. If it weren't Goten, the guy would call back to clear himself. Three seconds later, the phone rang again. Trunks picked it up. He got the idea to say a jibe, but changed his mind just before saying something: this one could be a REAL call , after all...

Young Drivers, may I help you ?

//You didn't answer my question yet//, the now familiar voice said ; it continued : //and I am NOT Goten.//

Really ?, Trunks said, out of ideas for the moment.

//Yeah, I'm sure to know what's my name. But you, do you ever know what is *your* name ?//

I do think so..., Trunks replied with a funny tone.

//Then ?//

Then what ?, Trunks asked, sitting and still smiling.

//What is your name ?//

Why do you want to know what's my name?, Trunks told with a falsely interested voice.

//Because I wanna know who I am looking at...//.

Trunks felt an unpleasant shiver moving along his spine. His first reflex was to look to the window. Nice joke!, he finally said with a tone that he wanted to show calm, as he was standing up and slowly walking to the window. You won't bluff me.

//So why do you walk to the window, hmm ?//

*Still bluffing*, Trunks thought, *Walking to the window was the more logical action to do in this situation *. He scratched the back of his neck : So you can see me, heh? What am I doing right now ?

//Do you scratch you neck as you feel the death collar becoming tighter?//, the voice told with a funny but also slightly threatening tone.

Trunks contracted his fingers on the receiver. He leaned his head against the window and put his free hand on the glass in order to eliminate the room's reflection and to see outside.

//Naaaah... No need to tire yourself on this, you won't see me... As for me, I can see you perfectly//, the voice said with a voice still sweet but where the feeling of threat was more and more present.

Okay, very funny. Who's up there?!, Trunks asked with a cold but exasperated voice.

//It's not important for you to know who I am... As you're going to die//, the voice said with a rough whisper that was no longer hiding the hatred.

The words hit Trunks in the chest like a heavy mass. For a short moment, he felt cold. Yet he recovered fast: you have plenty of nerves to come here and threat me ! I see you don't know who you're talking to !. The arrogance made-in-Vegeta was back...

//Ah ? Do you have friends who could help you ?//, the voice asked with an cheerful tone, as if finding the actual situation extremely funny.

No, I'm alone !, Trunks retorted with a cutting tone. But I can take care of myself! And I'll take personally care to give you a rough time of it !!

//Liar.//

You think I won't be able to do it alone ?!, Trunks asked, turning away from the window, and yelling at the receiver.

//No, I don't question your strength... But you lied when you told me none of your saiya-jin friends was here.//

At the name of the race from which he was born, an alarm rang through Trunks' mind. This was perhaps not just a simple silly student joke. He turned to face the window: You know, Goten... I really don't like your humor when you're drunk!

The voice said with the same cold tone : //Stop shouting your friend's name over and over - that's just asking for trouble... Turn on the patio lights... and you'll understand why I called you liar...//

Mechanically, Trunks moved his hand to the interrupter of the garden's light. He was expecting to see Goten and all his friends shouting
**SURPRIIIIIIIIIISE !!!**

But instead, when he switched on the light, he saw before the swimming pool, Gohan tied on a chair and gagged. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.

GOHAN-SAAAAAAN !!!!, Trunks yelled.

Gohan seemed to hear him and raised his head, slowly, as if with difficulty. The next moment, a light from nowhere blinded Trunks while something was hitting the window. Something liquid which momentary masked Trunks's view of the outside. Before he could realize what was that substance, his brain had already analyzed it and came into conclusion.

Gohan was still sit on the chair, his head resting on his chest. At the level of his diaphragm, a gaping hole was revealing the light behind. What was covering the window was blood... Trunks heard a voice yelling the name of Gohan, not realizing that the sound had come from his own throat.

//Remember well, Trunks...//, the voice said, this time completely hostile. //There is no hope... There is no place to hide, and no help to hope...//

Trunks was gazing the outside through the blood stains scattered on the window, he couldn't see anything but the red, and he couldn't hear anything but the voice of the phone...

//You will all die...//

And this was the end of the communication.


[To be continued...]

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And here it is for the first chapter ;)

Little Game: Try to guess who is/are the murderer(s) as chapters go... ;)