Lightning flashes, and the Authoress appears. This time she's wearing a long, white lab coat, with Taz at her side doing a really good Igor impression.

ME: Hello mortals, and welcome to the second instalment of: DRAGONBALL Z HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! Mwahahahahahahaha!

TAZ: Yes, this second story is a chilling tale of revenge from beyond the grave. With a surprise ending you wont be expecting.

ME: But before we begin, there is one thing that has to be said. TAZ!

TAZ: (Twitches eye and puts on a Transylvanian accent.) Yes master?

ME: Say the disclaimer.

TAZ: I will master. (Turns to readers) ALL CHARACTERS FEATURED IN THIS STORY ARE PROPERTY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA AND FUNIMATION STUDIOS. SO THAT MEANS IF YOU SUE US, YOU'LL GET NOTHING! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! (Lightning flashes in the background once again, and a low growl of thunder can heard off in the distance.)

ME: (Taps fingers together) Excellent! Now, ON WITH THE FIC!

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Many years ago, there was a rich old widow named Bulma Briefs. (Yeah I know, I used her in my last story. So what? She goes well with this story too.) Her husband had died a long time ago, and the only people she had left now were her two children, Bra and Trunks. They cared for their mother very much. And when she got old and sick, they both made it their job to look after her. But no matter how well they looked after her, they new she wouldn't live much longer. And a short while after she fell ill, she died.

Trunks and Bra were very upset. And they used all of their savings to give her the best funeral money could buy. But anyway, like I said. Bulma Briefs was a very RICH old widow. And in her will she left everything to her children, who were now grown up and married. Bra married a small-time businessman named Goten, and Trunks married a young lady named Pan.

But neither of their lives ran very smoothly from that point on. Trunks' wife Pan was killed in a car-crash, and he was forever bound to a wheelchair. He became very depressed and started to drink heavily, and little by little, he wasted all his share of his mother's money. Bra's life was no better. She spent all of her share of the money on expensive jewellery and clothes. But she was never worried, she knew Goten would always provide for them. He also died. His heart stopped due to a mysterious condition than ran in the male side of his family. He never had much money, he lived off his small salary and his wife's inheritance. When he died, Bra couldn't afford to continue her rich lifestyle. And all her possessions were repossessed, along with her house.

Eventually, they both found that they couldn't survive on their own, and they moved into a small flat together. But they still found life hard, they weren't used to being poor. But one night, Bra had an idea to make them rich again, but this wealth would come at a dark price.

She remembered that when they buried their mother she was wearing her wedding ring that was given to her by their father Vegeta. This was a very, very special ring, and Vegeta had gone to extraordinary lengths to get it for her. In the centre of the ring, there was a large fragment of diamond from the most rare, expensive diamond in the universe. He had travelled far and wide to obtain it for her. It would sell for a very high price.

At first Trunks was against the idea. He told his sister that no matter how poor he became, he would never, ever stoop to the level of grave robbery.

"Aw come on Trunks, no-one will ever know."

"No. There's no way. Mother was very good to us, I won't do anything to ruin her memory." He still refused, even when Bra begged him.

"We aren't doing anything disrespectful. She always said she wanted us to be happy Trunks, please? Let's just get it over and done with quickly. I promise you, no-one will ever find out." He thought about it for a while, his sister had worn him down mentally.

"Well I suppose, what was it she used to always say? Desperate measures call for desperate solutions. But promise me we'll never have to do anything like this again."

"Yes Trunks, I promise."

They went to the graveyard where she was buried late at night. Bra did the brunt of the digging, because Trunks was in his wheelchair. When they finally got down to the coffin, it took the pair of them ten minutes to get the coffin open. Trunks had told the men who make it to make sure it was near impossible to open. Seemed stupid now. When the coffin door was finally wrenched off its hinges, they both looked down at their mother's corpse. They could see the ring on her left hand gleaming in the light.

"Bra, I-I can't do this." Trunks was afraid, he felt he couldn't go through with it. Bra didn't share his fears though, she was overpowered by her greed and a longing need to be rich again. She reached out for her mother's hand and tried to pull the ring off her finger. When she realised it wasn't coming, she pulled a small knife out her back pocket and cut the finger off. Her brother was horrified.

"Bra, What have you done?" He backed away from her as fast as his chair would allow. "I didn't agree to this."

"Don't be such a baby Trunks." She turned around to face him, her eyes shining with triumph. "I had to cut the finger off to get the ring. Now, let's go to a jewellers and cash this baby in!" She dropped the finger back into the coffin kicked the door shut.

'Oh Kami. What have we become?' Trunks thought sadly. "No Bra, I can't do it. Put the ring back and let's go home. This is too wrong." Bra looked at him like he was insane.

"I can't do that Trunks, you know I can't."

"Well, I wont be any part of this. If you don't put the ring back now, I'm going to the police." She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh I don't think we can have that brother. You wont ever go to the police on me." She began to walk towards him, and he knew he was trapped.

'Mother, please forgive me.'

Bra Briefs was rich again. She held a small public funeral for her brother and vowed never to squander her savings again. But soon she was back to her old ways. She bought a large mansion out in the countryside and lived there for many years. She eventually forgot about her mother, and her brother. She grew old and alone, but she was happy with her money for company. But one night changed it all.

It was a very stormy night. The wind and rain battered the windows. But Bra wasn't afraid, she knew better. It was getting late, and she was just going to bed when the doorbell rang. Standing on her doorstep was an old woman. She was soaked, her blue hair was falling all over her face. Bra thought she looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't remember who the old woman reminded her of. Seeing how wet she was, she invited her in and let her spend the night, or at least until the storm was over. Bra led her into the living room and sat her down.

"So, what's an old lady like you doing out on such a bad night" The woman looked over at her and smiled. 'So familiar, but who does she remind me of.' Bra's musings were interrupted by the old woman's quiet voice.

"I was looking for my daughters house, but I got lost." She had a sweet voice, like the old lady down the street that gave you sweets, or a favourite Grandmother. Though Bra felt strangely comfortable talking to her, she couldn't deny the fact that something wasn't right.

"So what's your name then?"

"Bulma. My name's Bulma." Bra sat straight up. 'Bulma' That name was so familiar, a close friend maybe. Or family, maybe, she really couldn't remember. She glanced at the woman again, and saw that on her left hand, her ring finger was missing. Then she remembered. It hit her like a ton of bricks. 'But it can't be, no, it's not her. It's impossible.' She cleared her throat and, trembling slightly, asked the old woman. "W-what happened to your finger?"

"Someone took it."

"Who?" Bulma looked at her, a strange smile on her face.

"YOU DID!"

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ME: Mwahahahahahahaha! I love that story so much, I just had to put it in here. (Someone boos) HEY! So what if it wasn't funny. It says HORROR/humour, this story wasn't really meant to be funny. (Dodges flying chairs) Whoa! Calm down! If I get five reviews or more I promise the last instalment will be funny, ok? Please review, it'll make you feel better about yourself, I promise! See ya!