Hey! Another fast update.. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! It's going to be kind of dark, because I was home alone, and mostly because I was listening to the theme music of the movie `Abandon' that came out on Friday. It was a good movie.. but it was a little boring sometimes. If you have to pick between `Abandon' and `Red Dragon' definitely pick `Red Dragon'. Trust me.. anyway, thanks for all of you reviewing! Chuquita, I stumped you? MWHAHAHA- Anyway, I'll reveal the killer very soon! In fact, it could be as soon as this chapter.. who knows? Nene2, you have a guess? That's cool.. I update as soon as I could! Thanks for your review! Kewla, wow.. your daughter watches DBZ too? That's awesome.. the 12:13 thing will click very very soon.. don't worry about it. Keep watching those videos though.. they may come in handy.. DBZ Fanfiction Queen, I know I'm evil! *smirks evilly* You want me to write a sequel? That's awesome! I'll decide later though.. it's a lot of work making a fanfic like this one. Imbegaladhiel, I love cliffhangers.. mine are so evil, I know. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Teenage Saiyagirl, very very nice guess! Cell? Wow.. that was good. Maybe it is him.. read to find out.. Noctorro, maybe Goku and Vegeta will kill each other O_O; Who knows? Maybe it'll happen.. GokuLuver, ...omg.. you think my fanfic is good? *wipes away tear* That is so nice.. you don't know how much that means to me. Thanks for your review! Megami Starlight, you love my story too? YOU ARE SO NICE! I mean it.. and great guess. It's a good thing you think my cliffhangers are evil.. *smirks* Wildflame, LOL! Your review really lightened up my day.. there's too many fics that Vegeta get hurt and there's a killer, huh? Thanks for telling me my story's great..

Anyway.. this is a very important message. I want everyone to know this, so please read this.

***IMPORTANT NOTE***

I've been working on this fanfic for 5 months. Believe it or not, it's true. I spent three months trying to think this up, and two months to write it. I found the fanfiction contest in June, and ever since then, that's all I've been able to think about. I actually thought I had a great chance in winning the horror category, because my fic is okay. But something horrible happened.. before I wrote this chapter, I got somewhat of a writer's block, and I hated it. I needed some sort of inspiration, and I did. I went to the contest entries page today, and I saw another entry to the horror category. It's a way better fic than mine.. and I'm going to lose. I'm really depressed.. I wanted to win more than anybody in that contest.. Oh well.. I hope you like this chapter.. enjoy it please.. you guys are the only thing not making me stop this fanfic.

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The quietness and darkness was frightening in the tranquility of the room. The only sound that was accountable to the prince was the blood pounding inside his own head, and the fast breathing that was escaping his parched throat. The ki continued powering up; and it stabbed his senses painfully. This was it.. he would finally go to the stairwell and face his fate dead on. He tightened his shaking hand, wrapped it around the bed sheet, and thrust it over his body. His heart beat quickly, pumping not only blood, but fear throughout his entire system. More sweat poured down the side of his head, flowing down his face and onto the now sheet less bed. It dissolved into the already damp bed, and fell into a pool of dried blood. A sick sensation ran through the pit of his stomach, making the prince tempted to stay asleep and to not get out of bed. But fierce determination got him going, despite the huge knot of panic that was tightening in his stomach. Damn! This wasn't supposed to be this hard! He grunted angrily, hating the position he had put himself in. His damn ankle hurt like hell; and his ribs weren't making this situation any better. His right foot landed softly on the ground, (damn! It was cold), and then he gradually swung his left leg over and it touched the ground as well. There.. he was finally sitting on the damn bed. Ignoring the searing pains coming from his ribs and legs, he began to stand up...

An excruciating pain exploded in his right rib, making his legs almost double up with the chain reaction. No! He wouldn't give up! If he sat back on that bed, than he would surely die. Kakarot would come looking for him and finish him off quickly.. and then move on to his family.. NO! He would never let him do this! Enough was enough! They would battle here and now, and the prince would never give in too easily. His eyes shifted to the door, which was standing just a few feet away. He could do this.. just one step at a time. Despite the burning throbbing in his left leg, he continued plodding onward. His determination was what kept him going, and he wouldn't stop now. His hand gripped the doorknob tightly, and hastily turned it. Light invaded his eyes, and he shielded his eyes with his left arm. Damn! Why did it have to be so bright? Vegeta gritted his teeth; this was aggravating like hell. He kept walking, a limp starting to form where his ankle was still covered with bandages. DAMN IT! No.. he had to ignore the singe of pain that was seething through his ankle. It was either that option, or kiss his life goodbye. With fierce anger, he kept his leg straight and continued walking through the light that blinded him.

"Mr. Vegeta, what do you think you're doing?!"

Damn it.. what now? His pupils altered to the right of the hallway, where a familiar figure was walking towards him. Mr. Johnson..

"Get away from me.."

"No! You're not completely healed! You need to get back to your room right now! It's against hospital regulations to-"

"SHUT UP!!"

His rage overcame him, and the recognizable aura of gold danced around his body, the static circling around him. Mr. Johnson was thrown back into the wall, where he quickly went out cold. Vegeta clenched his fists; his fury was getting the best of him. He hovered into the air and took off, already advancing to the stairwell doorway..

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That was easy.. too easy. He was somewhat disappointed.. he thought the saiyan would give way more of a challenge. But what did you expect from a weakling that 'saved' the earth time and time again? Heh.. some hero. He had just almost died.. he was in a much worse condition that when Vegeta was when he was lying there unconscious in the Gravity Room.. how nice. The prince wouldn't be much of a challenge then. A smirk played around on his lips.. this was all too easy. It was like taking candy from a baby.. it was fast, and without any effort. His eyes eyed the ground, looking down on the pathetic carcass of the 'would-be' savior. His victim was surrounded by a pool of crimson blood; it was too much of a perfect opportunity to miss. He bent down slowly, and touched the blood softly. It was so warm.. little by little, he scooped it up and plastered it through the walls, already scribbling yet another message. This message would be much more deep than the last one. He wanted the prince to be quivering with fear, already knowing his doomed fate. Alright.. the message was written. Exactly 12 inches wide, and 13 inches across length wise. The smirk continued to be set on his features; his deadly game was turning out to be the ideal revenge that anyone could ever think of. He was succeeding in what many others had failed to do; and that was to finally kill the damn prince. He crossed his arms, grinning at his message, and waiting impatiently for the prince to appear.

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She wiped away the dust that was settling on her window. Damn.. she hadn't cleaned the car in such a long time. It wasn't that she didn't have the time, -- she had plenty of it -- but it was simply the fact that she hadn't taken the time to notice it was dirty. Her mind was too preoccupied with too many things; her new invention, upgrading the Gravity Room, worrying about becoming a widow.. She looked back to the backseat of the car; it was empty. Trunks had been told to stay with his grandparents, that she was merely going to the grocery store, and Bulma felt bad lying to him. She just didn't have the heart or the spirit to tell him the truth.. that she was going to see if her husband was okay or not. After all, the damn killer was going to kill her husband in less than fifteen minutes! It would've been a lot more helpful to bring her son along; maybe he could've helped Vegeta.. No! That was her insanity talking.. she wouldn't dare corrupt her son to go fight a monster! No.. it was way out of the question. She only hoped Vegeta could do it by himself.. her only main goal was to warn him of the dangers to come.. did he even know the murderer would strike at 12:13? She hoped so.. and if he did, she just wanted to wish him good luck.. or maybe she could even call the police!

Psssst...

What the hell was that? Her eyes wandered to the review mirror and she looked back; oh shit! The gas of the hover car was leaking out!

"No.. not now!"

She slammed her fist in the wheel and quickly descended into land to avoid crashing. Now what? There wasn't another gas station in sight.. damn!

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He collapsed on the floor painfully; the energy he had given was too much. His jaw slammed on the cold, hard concrete, making his chin flow with blood. His eyes had closed; the pain was too unbearable. His legs were now scraped with cuts, his arms battered with bruises. He wanted so much for the darkness to overtake him, to slip into total unconsciousness and accept his fate. This was it.. he was going to die. To die in the hands of a rival whom he'd hated all of his life. To die; wither away; vanish.. all the damn words meant the same to him. He was going to forever rot in hell without avenging his broken pride.. he'd leave behind his family, his 'friends', (hell, what friends?), and a killer who'd never get punished for the ghastly deed he pulled. Damn it.. there was so much left to do! If only he could live.. but fuck, how could he survive if not only the killer was stronger than him, but he was so damn injured? It would be a miracle beyond miracle if he made it through the night.. he'd never see his family again -- Bulma would probably go into depression, and Trunks would have a damned life without a father. And the fact that Kakarot would go around telling everyone that Vegeta died of 'natural causes' was the most agonizing thought of all. Kakarot would go on living life in heaven, -- finally getting rid of his rival, living finally in peace, and not ever getting the blame. NO! This couldn't be happening! The Saiyan Prince was not about to let some third class baka defeat and kill him! He wasn't going to go through with this.. he was going to win! -- even if it killed him! In an instant, this unaccountable rage filled his heart.. the type of rage and fury that was only seen very few times in a lifetime. A type that was an adrenaline rush; it was a type of chemical that was pumped through your system that gave you the ability to overcome any odds. A kind that was almost enough to make you go to another level of super saiyan --

A cry of pure wrath issued from the prince's mouth, and his golden aura appeared once more as if by magic. He clenched his fists and stood up with most of the remaining energy he had. He looked down at the flight of stairs that still awaited him, and he began flying through flight number 13.

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Almost there.. he could even feel the heat of the super saiyan aura coming down towards him. Good.. it was finally time to extract his lethal vengeance. He smirked; the prince would die in less than an hour. It would take only about 30 minutes to fight him, and maybe a good 15 minutes to torture and murder him. This was going to be so much fun.. the prince's yells would forever echo in this hollow, empty grave that he chose to be Vegeta's crypt. He would, of coarse, kill Goku and destroy Vegeta's family after he was done in this stairwell. He was going to have fun with the prince's wife -- make her suffer while she watches her only son getting tormented. Humans were a race of weakness -- they were all so vulnerable. He chuckled to himself; Vegeta was almost to the third floor.. where he left him a little surprise..

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Damn! How many of these floors did he have to go through? Even though he was already at floor six, it was getting annoying! Wind whipped back the prince's gravity-defying hair, and his onyx eyes were determinately set on killing the baka. His nose picked up a sickening smell, and his head snapped to his left. He gasped, shock filling his system. What the hell...? There was a message, probably 12 inches wide, and 13 feet inches length wise. It was written in pure, crimson blood.. it was somewhat of a poem. Vegeta gritted his teeth as he read the damn 'poem'..

So, you actually showed up to die,

That's impressive prince, and do you want to know why?

You've always been a coward, through thick and thin,

And that's why I feel so confident to win.

You think you know my true identity,

But your a fool, and you believe too quickly.

You'll be surprised at who I am,

and that I came up with this master plan.

You died once, and you'll die once more,

I'll torture you while your dead body falls to the floor.

Vegeta seethed with frustration; THAT WAS IT! He was going to stop this right here and now! What a bitch.. it was Kakarot! It had to be! He was just trying to trick him into believing it was someone else! He was going to get him for that.. Kakarot was going to pay debts that he should've paid long before! How could Kakarot do this? How could he put the prince through so much pain? What did he do to make him so mad? WHAT? He would kill him as soon as he showed up.. was he a coward? Is that why he's been waiting for the prince to come down to the stairwell? When he got his hands on him --

In a split second, every single light in the whole stairs shut off. Everything was pitch black.. the only light was the prince's aura, and the red light radiating from the 'exit' signs on top of some doors. Vegeta's heart stopped.. whatever the killer was going to do, he was going to do it now. The prince flew off the sixth floor, and finally stooped down to the fifth.. then the fourth.. and finally the third.. he stopped dead. Vegeta's heartbeat quickened, and sweat was pouring down his forehead. A single, limp body lay only a few feet in front of him. What the hell.. who was it? The prince walked a few steps, a lump was forming in his throat. No.. it couldn't be who he thought it was.. Right in front of him, lay Goku's blood soaked body. Vegeta fell to his knees, all the while the lump in his throat was threatening to choke him. A heavy guilt weighed down his heart.. shock was paralyzing him. The prince slammed down his fists; and he began to cry.

Now, in all of his life, Vegeta was never the one to cry. Despite the heavy torment of hell he lived through on Frieza's ship, and the damned childhood he lived through, he never once cried. It was of saiyan weakness to show any kind of emotion, and making tears for those you 'cared' for were the worst weakness of all. But something happened that day on Namek -- his heart was opened up. His tears fell for being controlled by Frieza, and being turned into the monster that the tyrant was. And ever since that day, the prince was never the same. During the battle with Cell, Goku had made the ultimate sacrifice -- he gave up his life. And in the process of it all, Vegeta had lost his son, Trunks. Instead of showing any type of sadness, he took Cell head-on, and even though he got hurt, he still felt like he tried to avenge his son. He would've never cried.. not in front of anyone on that day. As the years passed, his emotions were showing more than ever. He was growing soft, as so many like to put it, but he still possessed this lurking evil that still overshadowed him -- wanting to be released. And when he turned Majin -- the day he had his soul to the demonic wizard -- he had abandoned all of his feelings. Only, of which, to be awakened once more by Goku. And when he allowed himself to fuse with his rival, everything had turned to another level. Their trust had timed itself by 10, and their bond seemed to grow stronger. And in the shameless fight against Majin Buu, they had defeated him by teamwork. A special teamwork, that required trust, and above all, friendship. And now.. when Vegeta was so hell worthy bent on killing Goku for betraying him, he had found out it wasn't him.. and that Goku, was at the brink of death. If only the prince hadn't been so blinded, and actually received help from the baka.. maybe Goku would still be alive, and they would win the battle against the murderer, together. But no.. Goku was almost dead.. and so was Vegeta.

He wiped away the tears; the agony that tore at his heart was unimaginable. He looked around in the darkness for any clue as to where the killer was.. and then he heard a voice.

"Happy Anniversary Vegeta.."