Queen Luana: I'm back with another chapter, as promised, this will contain more, how do you call it, suspense? I dunno. By the way hi y'all are you serious? I'd be honoured! Really! You truelly like my fics that much? (blushes) thank you so much! Here another chapter, just for you! ;)

Mikey's killer instinct

(if this story ain't suspense, my name ain't Luana Potter!)

Trunks slowly ate his mashed potatoes. "So, how was school?" Vegeta asked after a long silence.

"I had trouble with Mrs. Matthews," Trunks muttered. Vegeta sighed and took a bite of his meat.

"Why is that?"

"Because I told her about Mikey. She said she was tired of him and I told him." Vegeta said nothing and stared outside the window. "Mikey said I should kill her."

Vegeta turned full of surprise to his son. "Wh-What did you say?"

Trunks took a deep breath and then said loudly: "I told Mikey Mrs. Matthews doesn't like him and that I don't like her and Mikey told me I should kill her." Vegeta did not know what to say. His son a killer? And was this his imaginairy friend speaking or just him? "And I'm gonna do it tomorrow," Trunks continued then stuffed his mouth full of potatoes.

"Trunks, that's enough," his father spoke strictly. "That's not how things go, you don't kill people just because you don't like them!" He had to stop himself for grinning since he could remember several people he couldn't stand being around.

"Mikey told me I had to." At this Vegeta finally, after two months, lost his patience.

"Trunks, Mikey isn't real!"

"Yes he is."

"No he's not! You just think he is! He's not real!" Trunks scowled at his father, tears sparkling in his eyes.

"Yes he is…" he muttered quietly and then ran upstairs.

"Trunks!" Vegeta called after him, feeling slightly sorry for yelling at an eight year old. He heard the bedroom door slam shut and sighed. "Darn it, woman… HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THIS ON MY OWN!"

Suddenly, without any intention to it, he started crying. Tears of frustration. It had all gotten too much for him to handle. First his wife dying, to whom he had probably never even said he loved her, then his son behaving like that, slowly growing further and further away from him. He had never wanted to admit it, but yes, it was all too much for him.

Vegeta knocked on his son bedroom-door. "Trunks, wake up, it's almost time for school!" As he walked through the corridor he saw the pictures had yet again changed. Sighing deeply he replaced them and went downstairs. When he arrived in the kitchen the phone went. "Kami, I'm going nuts in this house!" he cried and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said. "Briefs," he quickly added.

"Trunks' father, I assume?"

"That's me."

"Mr. Briefs, this is the principal speaking."

"God, this isn't about Trunks and Mikey again, is it?"

"Trunks and who? No, sir, this is about Trunks' teacher. She uh- she died, last night."

Vegeta froze instantly.

"Mikey said I should kill her."

"Mr. Briefs? Are you still there?"

"Y-Yes, I'm still here," he muttered. It couldn't be...

"All students are expelled for today, since this might come as a shock and we haven't found a replacement yet, so."

"Okay, thanks for calling, bye," the stunned father mumbled and hung up.

I have to sit down, he thought and sat down on the ground. Maybe it was a coincidence, no, of course it wasn't. After a couple of minutes he pulled himself up and staggered upstairs to his son's bedroom. He knocked and opened the door.

Trunks sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. "Goodmorning, daddy." Vegeta swallowed.

"I just had a call from your principal."

"It wasn't me it was Mikey!" he immediately said. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I told Mikey last night I wouldn't do it because you told me not to," Trunks spoke quickly. "Then he said he would do it. I swear I didn't kill Mrs. Matthews, daddy. I swear!" Vegeta stared at his eight year old son. "I didn't do it, daddy."

Vegeta quickly dialed Kakarot's number. "Hello, Son Gohan."

"Kid, give me your dad," Vegeta said.

"Vegeta? Yeah hang on…" He could hear a silenced 'dad!' coming from the other side at the Son's residence.

"Hey, Vegeta, whassup?"

"Did he call you too?"

"Who did?"

"The principal."

"Oh yeah, awful isn't it!"

"Kakarot, I think Trunks did it!" It was silent.

"Did what?"

"Killed Mrs. Matthews."

"I didn't kill her." Vegeta looked up at his son sitting on the stairs. "Mikey did."

"Trunks, Mikey – isn't – real!" Vegeta hissed and Trunks was on the verge of tears.

"He is real and he's saying Kakarot will be next!" he cried and ran upstairs again.

Kakarot? But he always called him Goku! Where the hell did he come up with Kakarot? "Vegeta? Hey what was that all about, I heard a fuss." Trembling, Vegeta brought the phone to his ear again. "Vegeta, what on earth were you saying about Trunks killing her?"

Vegeta explained him everything. About what Trunks had told him last night, how he was accusing Mikey, not-existing Mikey. "And just now he said you were next."

"He said he's going to kill me next?"

"Yes, well, he said Mikey is."

"I see…" They were quiet for a while, then Vegeta said something, something that just came up in his mind.

"I must sound crazy, Kakarot, but I was just wondering. What if Mikey isn't imaginairy? What if he's… real?"

Kakarot said nothing for a moment. "Why'd you think that?"

"It's just, Trunks ain't a killer. And how in the world would he have gotten out of the house and all the way to school and back without me noticing? I mean, how could a little kid kill a teacher?"

"I don't know." Vegeta closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. Kami, this was getting complicated… "Well, I gotta drive Gohan to school, I'll call you later. Oh, Vegeta."

"Yeah?"

"How are you?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Nuthin, I was just wondering. See ya."

Vegeta hung up. He walked into the living room and sank into the couch. How was he? Besides the fact he was having these weird nightmares about his dead wife, after which he woke up sweating heavily. Besides the fact he sometimes ended up in one place he did not know what he was doing there. Besides the fact the pictures upstairs kept changing place. Besides the fact his son could be a murderer or the fact there was a murderer hanging around with his little boy. Besides all that, eh, he was fine.

Queen Luana: Boy, Vegeta's life really sucks, doesn't it? Anyway, hi y'all, could you perhaps give me your site's adress? I'd like to check it out. Hope you like this chapter and I'm working on the next one! Muahahaaa!