"I SWEAR WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'LL SHRED YOU LIMB FROM AND LIMB, AND FEED YOU TO MY GOLDFISH! THEN I'LL KILL THE GOLDFISH AND-" Bulma's voice screamed from the hallway scene before her face appeared on a window on the computer doohickey (still looking for a name), before she was cut off by Mr. Whiny voice himself.

"AAGH! TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON US!" came the frantic chanting from Tyler, his interest shifted from his book to the screaming box of plastic.

"IS THAT TYLER? TYLER I SWEAR, YOU LAY A FINGER ON MY RADIO AND YOU'LL BE JOINING VEGETABLE OVER THERE IN FISH SOUP!"

Looking back to where a pile of wires n' such were lying behind the trio of boys, one could make out the distorted frame of what might have been a radio.

"Oops, too late."

"YOU BETTER BE LYING, YOU MAGGOT! OF ALL THE-"

Bulma was interrupted yet again by Vegeta, having hit the mute button. Leaving a screaming red-faced Bulma, without sound.

"You know, that's pretty funny."

"Yeah, want a coke?"

"Sure. How about you Vegeta?" Tyler looked over at Vegeta, who was messing around on the doohickey (really need a name).

"Fine, forget I exsist." With that the duo left the other one to the coke machine.

*.*

"Do you think it's safe?" The owner of the squeaky voice asked to one of the other guys, before peering around the corner of the hallway.

"I don't know. Do banshees eat humans?" Came the reply from somewhere in the crowd of guys.

"It's your fault. You knocked out that nerdy guy."

"No, that was Benny over there."

"Isn't Benny playing cards with the other guys."

"You mean they're still not done?"

"I think they're dead."

"Well maybe you should go check." Squeaky asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Nuh-uh, they're on the other side of the hallway." It said, turning slowly, pointing to the other side.

All eyes turned slowly to the 'other side' of the hallway.

Imagine a capital 'T'. The hallway Bulma's in would be the vertical line, the halfwits would on one side of the vertical line (I'm thinking left, I have no clue about you though). And where the two lines meet would be a large gaping hole in the wall commonly referred to as an entranceway.

"The other side." The whole group said in unison, almost in awe.

The banshee started up again, its horrible wails almost unbearable.

"VEGETA I SWEAR!!!"

"It threatens our leader!"

"NoOOOOO" Squeaky yelled.

"NoOOOOO?"

"What? I had something in my throat!" Squeaky covered.

"Might be your brain sliding down it." Came a familiar voice from…nowhere.

"But that would mean..."

"Yes. It's really, really, small."

"HEY! A guy's talking through my earphones!" Another guy piped up from the crowd.

"Really? Ya think?"

"I'm detecting some sarcasm…" Squeaky said, fiddling with his earphone.

"JUST DO YOUR JOB!" With that, a high pitched electronic screech wailed from the earphones, everyone present taking that as a cue to shut up. Including the banshee, as most of the more dim witted members noted.

"Hey, we got the people all tied up." Squeaky ventured, hurt creeping into his voice.

"Fine, new mission, get that girl that's been yelling."

"What girl?" This time another guy.

"Do you mean the banshee?"

"Of course he means the banshee, stooge." Squeaky said again, nearly hissing at the guy who spoke.

"Yes, now that that's settled, go get her." Vegeta said, his voice coming in a little staticy.

"Okay, chef."

"You better have meant chief."

"Sure, whatever."

The connection was cut.

*^ . ^*

"So now I'm a banshee…" Bulma muttered. The laptop rang with the sound of an IM.

"Yes, you are."

"How'd he…? Duh." Bulma caught herself from banging her head against something. "The intercom system."

"Genius I tell you, genius." Bulma, infuriated, started typing back a response when she got mail.

The message box with the one sided conversation now read, "Oh, I have something for you."

Bulma grumbled, clicking on the blinking icon.

"Vegeta…" She said through her gritted teeth. A picture had popped up, a picture of her to be exact, with a few minor adjustments. Like horns, a mustache and tail.

"This means war."

"One that I will without a doubt, win." Came the new message.

"We'll see about that." Bulma said, slamming the laptop's top down and walking away from the bumbling group o' imbecile.

*X.X*

You know, this might actually have an ending in sight. And that my friends, is a thought too scary to think about.