A big old scary castle somewhere in author land. The authoress appears in a
puff of smoke wearing a long, Morticia Adams style black dress. She sits
down on a throne with dragon likenesses carved in it. Lightning flashes in
the background, and cheesy horror movie music can be heard.
ME: Hello mortals, and welcome to my castle. HEY! TURN OFF THAT CRAPPY MUSIC! (Music stops) That's better. (Turns back to readers.) Like I was saying, I decided to leave Superzero for a while as no one was reading and turn my attention to horror. Mwahahahahahaha! (Lightning flashes again) So, I've collected three tales of horror and hopefully some humour too. The first one is a short tale about a certain woman who discovers late-night phone calls aren't always what they seem. But first, DISCLAIMER!
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS USED IN THIS FIC. ALL DRAGONBALL Z CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY AKIRA TORIYAMA AND FUNIMATION, I'M JUST USING THEM BECAUSE I CAN, OKAY?
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It was very late, and Bulma Briefs was all alone. Her husband was out of town, and both her children were staying at their friend's houses. Her parents were away on holiday too.
The weather was bad that night, and the wing howling outside made her a little afraid. She wished her husband Vegeta was here with her, Capsule Corp. was a little freaky at night if you were on your own.
It was drawing near to midnight, and just as Bulma was going to bed the phone rang. 'That's strange,' She thought. 'Who could possibly be calling at this time?' She went over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello, Capsule corp. this is Bulma Briefs speaking."
" This is call one, I'm three hours away from your house. In one hour, I'll call again." "Hello? Hello, who is this?" The phone went dead. As calmly as she could, though it was clear that she was very freaked out by the strange call, she picked up the phone again and dialled 1471. (*That's what you do to get the number of the last person who called where I come from, it's probably different for you.*) She listened for a second then put the phone down again. The call had been made on a mobile phone, about three hours away.
She went into her living room and turned on the TV. There was no way she'd be able to sleep now.
One hour passed so quickly you could have sworn time sped up and, just like the call had said, the phone rang once again. Bulma made her way over to it and picked up the receiver slowly. "Hello?"
"This is call two, I'm only two hours away now, and I'm going to keep coming. In one hour, I'll call again."
"Hello?" Her voice sounded panicked. "W-who is this? Please, answer." The phone went dead again. Leaving her alone once more, and very afraid.
She returned to the living room, and once again, the hour flew by like a minute. And, once again the phone rang. Bulma thought about not answering it. But even though she was afraid, she felt she had to. She picked it up like it was a snake, and cautiously held it to her ear. "H- hello?"
"This is call three, I'm closer than ever before Bulma, one hour away. In one hour I'll call again. That will be the last."
"WHO IS THIS?!" She screamed down the phone. Her anger overtaking her fear. Dead. No reply. She walked to the living room and sat down once again, fighting the urge to break down and cry. Whoever it was, they knew her name.
The final hour passed like sand through the fingers of time, and the fear in her chest grew stronger and stronger. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the fear was suffocating her. She missed her Vegeta more than ever now, oh how she wished he were here. BRING BRING! There it was, the final call. She slowly got out of her seat and went answer it. "H-hello, t-this is Bulma Briefs speaking. W-who is calling?"
"I'm outside your front door, the wait is over. Wait for the door to ring." This time she was silent, nothing left to say. The phone went dead again, and then the front doorbell went. Though she was deathly afraid, she went to the door. Through the glass she could see the dark outline of a man. As she reached for the handle there was one little voice in her head screaming No! Don't be a fool! And another, telling her to open the door. She did. And she almost died of fright at what she saw. A tall muscular man wearing a long black raincoat, soaked in rain. He was carrying a large kitchen knife and it was dripping with blood. His hands were also dripping with blood. The man lifted the knife and pulled down his hood. Bulma's face was a picture of shock and confusion as she saw who it was. It was Yamchaa.
"Hey Bulma! Have you got any bandages? I cut my arm while I was making myself a snack!"
She fell to the floor, anime-style.
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ME: Mwahahahahahaha! Surprise endings all round! Please review for me, is it so hard? I just want to know what you all think. I KNOW YOU WANT TO! I need at least five reviews before I post the second one, and that goes for my other story Superzero as well. Hey, wait a minute, where the hell has Taz been this entire story? Oh well, bye for now!
ME: Hello mortals, and welcome to my castle. HEY! TURN OFF THAT CRAPPY MUSIC! (Music stops) That's better. (Turns back to readers.) Like I was saying, I decided to leave Superzero for a while as no one was reading and turn my attention to horror. Mwahahahahahaha! (Lightning flashes again) So, I've collected three tales of horror and hopefully some humour too. The first one is a short tale about a certain woman who discovers late-night phone calls aren't always what they seem. But first, DISCLAIMER!
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS USED IN THIS FIC. ALL DRAGONBALL Z CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY AKIRA TORIYAMA AND FUNIMATION, I'M JUST USING THEM BECAUSE I CAN, OKAY?
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It was very late, and Bulma Briefs was all alone. Her husband was out of town, and both her children were staying at their friend's houses. Her parents were away on holiday too.
The weather was bad that night, and the wing howling outside made her a little afraid. She wished her husband Vegeta was here with her, Capsule Corp. was a little freaky at night if you were on your own.
It was drawing near to midnight, and just as Bulma was going to bed the phone rang. 'That's strange,' She thought. 'Who could possibly be calling at this time?' She went over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello, Capsule corp. this is Bulma Briefs speaking."
" This is call one, I'm three hours away from your house. In one hour, I'll call again." "Hello? Hello, who is this?" The phone went dead. As calmly as she could, though it was clear that she was very freaked out by the strange call, she picked up the phone again and dialled 1471. (*That's what you do to get the number of the last person who called where I come from, it's probably different for you.*) She listened for a second then put the phone down again. The call had been made on a mobile phone, about three hours away.
She went into her living room and turned on the TV. There was no way she'd be able to sleep now.
One hour passed so quickly you could have sworn time sped up and, just like the call had said, the phone rang once again. Bulma made her way over to it and picked up the receiver slowly. "Hello?"
"This is call two, I'm only two hours away now, and I'm going to keep coming. In one hour, I'll call again."
"Hello?" Her voice sounded panicked. "W-who is this? Please, answer." The phone went dead again. Leaving her alone once more, and very afraid.
She returned to the living room, and once again, the hour flew by like a minute. And, once again the phone rang. Bulma thought about not answering it. But even though she was afraid, she felt she had to. She picked it up like it was a snake, and cautiously held it to her ear. "H- hello?"
"This is call three, I'm closer than ever before Bulma, one hour away. In one hour I'll call again. That will be the last."
"WHO IS THIS?!" She screamed down the phone. Her anger overtaking her fear. Dead. No reply. She walked to the living room and sat down once again, fighting the urge to break down and cry. Whoever it was, they knew her name.
The final hour passed like sand through the fingers of time, and the fear in her chest grew stronger and stronger. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the fear was suffocating her. She missed her Vegeta more than ever now, oh how she wished he were here. BRING BRING! There it was, the final call. She slowly got out of her seat and went answer it. "H-hello, t-this is Bulma Briefs speaking. W-who is calling?"
"I'm outside your front door, the wait is over. Wait for the door to ring." This time she was silent, nothing left to say. The phone went dead again, and then the front doorbell went. Though she was deathly afraid, she went to the door. Through the glass she could see the dark outline of a man. As she reached for the handle there was one little voice in her head screaming No! Don't be a fool! And another, telling her to open the door. She did. And she almost died of fright at what she saw. A tall muscular man wearing a long black raincoat, soaked in rain. He was carrying a large kitchen knife and it was dripping with blood. His hands were also dripping with blood. The man lifted the knife and pulled down his hood. Bulma's face was a picture of shock and confusion as she saw who it was. It was Yamchaa.
"Hey Bulma! Have you got any bandages? I cut my arm while I was making myself a snack!"
She fell to the floor, anime-style.
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ME: Mwahahahahahaha! Surprise endings all round! Please review for me, is it so hard? I just want to know what you all think. I KNOW YOU WANT TO! I need at least five reviews before I post the second one, and that goes for my other story Superzero as well. Hey, wait a minute, where the hell has Taz been this entire story? Oh well, bye for now!