Queen Luana: Yey, today was my birthday and now I'm oh so happy! But I got a test tomorrow so tha kinda ruins it… Anyway, thanx for reviewing Tilea & hennahito-ckbc! And thanks for whishing me happy birthday, since my stupid big brother didn't even call or mail me (grumble grumble). By the way, Tilea, from your review I asume you haven't seen Hide 'n Seek yet? At least it seems so since you're so confused. Well, anyway DON'T watch the movie yet. If you honnestly like my story…
Vegeta: As if anyone does…
Queen Luana: (ignoring) you better read this one first. It'll all be explained in the end! Believe me, you're awaiting quite a surprise! So, enjoy the next chapter!
Where are you Mikey?
Vegeta paced around in front of the telephone. Call Kakarot, don't call Kakarot… Ugh… He can't believe his own son, an eight year old, was starting to scare him! After all he'd gone through in his life a little kid was scaring him! But who was this Mikey? Was he someone familiar?
Sighing deeply, Vegeta picked up the phone and dialed Kakarot's number. The phone went. "Son Goku!" a cheerful voice said.
"Kakarot, it's me," he muttered already sorry he had called that idiot.
"Hi, Vegeta, what's bothering you?"
"Trunks is…" Vegeta muttered. From the other room he could hear Trunks yell: "Mikey! Where are you?"
"Still bothered about Mikey huh?" Kakarot asked with a sigh.
"Bothered? Well, that's the least you can say! Kakarot, Trunks is sane! That Mikey is real!" Vegeta cried still keeping his voice down, careful Trunks wouldn't hear.
"You sure about that?" Kakarot asked after a pause.
"Absolutely! He was in my house last night!" Vegeta looked around once in a while, making sure Trunks wasn't listening. "He… He wrote…" He sighed and rubbed his temple. "He wrote I killed her…"
Kakarot didn't speak for a while. "Look Vegeta, you didn't kill her," he then mumbled. "You uh, want me to come over?"
"Mikey!" Trunks cried. Vegeta sighed and nodded.
"Yes…please."
He hung up and leaned against the wall. Kami, he was growing soft and obviously he didn't even care anymore… Trunks ran into the hallway. "What's the matter daddy?"
"Nothing," Vegeta muttered. "You go and play some more."
Trunks looked up his father. "You okay, daddy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Vegeta looked at his son's PJ. "Go get dressed, Kakarot's coming over." Trunks turned pale.
"N-no, h-he can't!" he said shaking his head wildly. "Mikey…" He blinked and ran upstairs.
"Trunks, something wrong?" Vegeta said one eyebrow raised.
"Kakarot can't come over!" Trunks yelled loudly and then Vegeta heard a quiet 'Mikey'. What with Mikey?
Vegeta went to the kitchen to get another can of beer, his fourth that very day and it wasn't even noon. He drunk everything quickly and whiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He tossed the can into the trash can and leaned against the counter. "Trunks? Are you dressed yet?"
"He can't come over! He can't!" Vegeta sighed and dragged himself upstairs.
"Why not?" he asked his son who was sitting on his bed in his underwear.
"Because Mikey…" He went silent and stared out of the window. Then he stood up and pulled on his jeans and red shirt.
"Because Mikey what?" Trunks simply shook his head. "Trunks, what about Mikey?"
"It's nothing…" As his son passed him by Vegeta tightly grabbed him at his shoulder.
"Stop speaking in riddles, Trunks." Trunks looked up at his father with teary eyes.
"If you find out about Mikey…" he whispered and a single silent tear ran down his cheek. "He'll make me never see you again…"
Vegeta let go and Trunks ran downstairs. That kid didn't make any sense anymore. He enterred his own bedroom and lied down on his bed. He had to rest, just put everything out of his mind for a while. Close his eyes for just one second… just until Kakarot came…
He woke up with the doorbell ringing loudly after which was banged on the door. Moaning he sat up straight, wondering how long he'd slept? Rubbing his eyes his sauntered downstairs and opened the door. "Oh, hey Vegeta."
"Hey," Vegeta muttered drowsily.
"Were you asleep our something, I've been ringing for the past ten minutes. I was afraid something happened."
"No, nothing happened I must've just…"
Vegeta froze and leaned over to one side. His jaw dropped. "Something wrong, Vegeta?" Vegeta stared at the black car on the drive. Kakarot's black car… how come he never thought of that before? How could he have missed that? "Say Vegeta, is Trunks at a friend's place or something? You know, since he didn't open the door either."
Vegeta stared at Kakarot, at the one he had almost seen as his friend. "You don't mind if I talk to him a bit, right Vegeta?" Kakarot asked, smiling slightly. Vegeta turned around.
"Trunks! Trunks where are you?" he cried almost panicking. Jesus Christ! He heard some rumbling in the broom closet and pulled it open. Trunks sat their, knees pulled to his chest slightly shaking. Vegeta looked down at his little boy. "Trunks? What are you doing here?"
Trunks shivered and shook his head. "Please don't let Mikey find me, daddy," he begged and a tear ran down his cheek. "Please. I'm scared, daddy." Vegeta looked at the doorway, at Kakarot, who just stood there and smiled.
Someone who would've been able to go inside his house and back out, someone who would've been able to talk to Trunks, all without him noticing. Just now he understood. He did notice, only did not realise.
Queen Luana: I know it's short but for now it'll just have to do, since I don't know what to write next. Hope you enjoyed this one! And do not worry, I'll write another one as fast as I can!
Vegeta: I'll teach Kakarot not to mess with my son!
Queen Luana: No, V-Vegeta, you oughta read the entire fanfic! VEGETA!
Vegeta: (flies out of the window and in the distance screams are heard)
Queen Luana: … … … … … … … … … …Oh well. (leans back whistling)