Queen Luana: Uhu! Queen Luana's back baby ! I'm writing this ficthe day before my brithday so, I'm like totally excited:D Anyway, here's the next chapter. I'm still not quite sure whether I'm gonna make this a long fic like The ring or a rather short one like The sixth sense. Hmm… We'll see. Until I figured that one out, enjoy the fourth chapter of Hide 'n Seek.

Interview with an insane boy

Vegeta opened the fridge and pulled out a can of beer. Night was falling and he had already sent Trunks to bed. He closed the fridge again and went back to the living room, sipping his beer.

What if Mikey was real? He had been wondering about that question all day long. He zapped a bit in front of the tv and peeked at the stairs. Maybe Kakarot was right… Maybe Trunks needed help. Special help. No! He would not accept his boy was mental! Although there were only two explanations to it. Or Trunks indeed was mental or Mikey was real. But then who? Who could've been Mikey? Who could watch over Trunks so many times without Vegeta noticing? Who, god damn it!

His stomach rumbled and he went over to the kitchen to eat something. He placed down his can of beer on the table and reached out for the wooden block, in which several knives were stuck. Pulling out one he shrieked shortly and dropped it on the floor. Panting he looked at the blade, covered with sticky blood.

He was imagining, he had to be. Nope, it was there alright. With shaking hand he picked it up from the floor. Again there were two explanations.

Or, his son Trunks had actually killed his teacher and had been lying to Vegeta all along. Or, whoever Mikey was, he had been inside his house.

Vegeta washed the blood from the knife deeply in thoughts. What did he do now? There had been a murderer, except for him that is, inside his house! And what if Trunks… Almost knocking the can of beer from the counter he sprinted out of the kitchen and ran upstairs and slammed open his son's bedroom door.

The little boy awoke quickly and looked panicked at his father standing at his door. Vegeta panted. "Trunks, I want to talk with you, is that okay?" How in the world was he talking?

"What's the matter, daddy?" Trunks asked sweetly and his father sat down on his bed.

"This Mikey, does he visit you a lot?" Trunks shrugged.

"A few times."

"When you're in school?" He shook his head.

"No, only at home."

"And what do you talk about?"

"We don't really talk. Mikey rather plays games."

"What sort of games." The little boy smiled widely.

"Hide 'n seek."

"You like to play hide 'n seek?"

"Yeah…" Vegeta breathed in deeply. How in the world was this gonna help? So, he and his imaginairy or perhaps not so imaginairy friend like to play hide 'n seek. What's the big deal?

"And what about Kakarot, I mean, ugh, Goku. Do you talk about him?" Trunks hesitated for a moment then nodded. "What do you say?"

"He says he doesn't like him. He says he's too curious, that he should mind his own business. He doesn't want him to know."

"Know what?"

"Know him."

Vegeta blinked at his son. "Does he want me to know?"

"I dunno," Trunks said and rolled his eyes in thoughts. "I never asked him."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"Rather not."

"Why not?" Trunks sighed and stared at his sheets.

"He doesn't like people who know too much. That's why he doesn't like Goku."

"Because Goku knows too much?"

"Yeah…" Trunks stared at his father. "That's why he'll be next."

Vegeta sighed deeply. Great… "When was the last time Mikey talked to you?" Trunks shrugged.

"Just a couple of minutes ago."

Vegeta shocked and looked at his son. "Say what?"

"He just left."

Vegeta stood up and ran over to the window, pulling away the curtains. In the distance he could see a black car driving off. He cursed and closed the curtains again. "Trunks stay here," he ordered and ran down stairs to make sure he locked all the doors. Mikey's real Mikey's real Mikey's real, was all he could think off. Kami, if he got his hands on the one who was doing this.

After he was sure all doors were locked and all curtains closed he ran back upstairs to his son. But when he arrived at the door, found his bed empty. "Trunks?" He walked through the hall and found once again the pictures were moved into different positions. "Trunks? Where are you?" He saw the boy standing in the doorway of his own room. "Trunks? Didn't I just tell you to stay in-"

His breath stopped. Above his bedroom-window was written in great red lettres: "YOU KILLED HER!" He gasped for breath and in a flash could see his wife falling from the window, out of sight. He looked down at his little boy and saw Bulma's red lipstick lying in front of his feet. Looking up he found Trunks staring at him with wide open eyes. As he opened his mouth Vegeta already knew what he would say: "Mikey did it."

Vegeta didn't know what to think. Mikey had just been inside his house, that was almost a fact. Then again, he had been down for a few minutes, giving his son enough time to write that. And it was a children's handwriting. Plus the evidence was lying at his son's feet. He ran through the hallway, into the bathroom and vomited in the toilet.

The next day Vegeta was still feeling sick while washing off the lipstick from the wall. Saturday, good Kami, Saturday. Could he actually survive an entire day with his own son? Maybe he should call Kakarot… maybe not… maybe he should, as Kakarot told him what seemed like ages ago, spend more time with his son. In all his toughts Vegeta didn't realise he was now cleaning the other wall of the room. He chuckled slightly, threw the spunge into the bucket and left the room.

Trunks was sitting in the couch, watching TV. Vegeta sat down beside him. "Whatcha watching?"

"The Adams Family," Trunks muttered his eyes remaining focused on the screen at which a little girl was cooking her brother.

"Not playing hide 'n seek?" Vegeta smiled.

"Mikey's not in the mood."

"Why is that?" Trunks sighed. "Because you cleaned the wall and made me tell things he didn't want me to tell." He looked at his father, fear lurking in his eyes. "Please don't make him mad, daddy."

Queen Luana: Muahahahaaa! MUAHAHAAA! MUHA-uche uche… Christ, I gotta stop laughing like that… uche… Please write a review and YEEEEY! Tomorrow it's my birthday! (giant smile) Whatcha think? A review for my brithday?