Queen Luana: Waw, this is the second chapter I'm writing today! I'm on fire! Anyway, thanx for the reviews everyone, please write more at this next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Ahem hem… (puts on glasses and sits down in a cosy arm-chair with book in one hand) Chapter 2.

Panic

That night, Trunks couldn't sleep. He was tossing and tunring al night long, pondering about the tape. What on earth was he going to do? There was no way he'd be able to convince his dad the story about that tape wasn't just a harmless rumour. Dad was too proud to believe that. Unless… if his father would begin to see things just like the others. Weird, inexplicable things, then would he believe?

With a groan Trunks kicked off his sheets, since he was soaking with sweat and gazed at the ceiling. He only wondered if he'd still have his ability to contact those who had passed away… It had been about two years since he talked to one of those people, ghosts. Yet he wondered, perhaps if he tried, perhaps if he begged Gohan to return… He closed his eyes and focussed.

Gohan, I need your help… It's about dad, it's about Samara Morgan…

He was silent for a brief moment then opened his eyes and scanned the room. No Gohan. Cursing quietly he squeezed his eyes shut.

Gohan please, I know I said goodbye to you years ago but I need you… Dad saw the tape… He saw it, he won't believe it and I can't make him a copy.

He peeked again. Nothing. His eyes started to burn and he eyed his alarm clock. Almost 5 AM. Groaning loudly he ruffled his hair then jumped out of his bed and turned on his laptop. He signed in and opened the net.

There was a site… Trunks knew there was a site he had heard older students talking about 24/7, but what site? He thrummed the keyboard for several minutes then typed 'tape' in the search bar. Lots of possibilities. "Scotch tape? Yeah, if only I need that…" He sighed and stared at the screen, scrolled down but as he realised soon enough it was useless. Scotch tape, Dutch tape, Duck tape…

Trunks scratched the back of his head then looked up and quickly added a single word. The. The first link he saw made his heart leap.

The-tape : what is the first thing you see?…

He clicked it and immediately a nearly entire black screen opened. In the middle it said 'What is the first thing you see?' and then a bar followed by the button 'Okay'. Trunks sighed deeply, then tried to recall everything his dad had recited that evening. "Okay… chair, that's it, chair!" He typed and clicked the 'okay'-button.

Password Incorrect.

"Okay, how about – a chair?" Trunks tried but yet again…

Password Incorrect.

Softly grumbling Trunks tried to think of something else. "Uh… a girl?" Nope. "Girl? Woman? A woman? Well?"

Password Incorrect. Password Incorrect. Password Incorrect. Password Incorrect. Password Incorrect.

He almost banged the laptop of his desk then tried to type other things such as 'water'. It was near 6.30 when he finally gave up. He had to go to school anyways. Perhaps he would have the guts to ask some students or something. He went to the bathroom then down stairs for breakfast. He almost fell asleep above hiscerials and rubbed his eyes. He was just gaping loudly when he got a little pat against the back of his head. "Aw!" "It's for your own good, if that woman finds out I've been easy on you," Vegeta said with a grin grabbing a bowl and sitting down at the other side of the table.

Trunks tried his very best at avoiding his father's look, although Vegeta was too interested in eating to pay any attention to his son. "I hope you don't need a ride," he said. "Cause I can't give you one." "No that's okay. I'll go by bus."

After finishing his bowl, Trunks jumped to his feet and bounded upstairs, where he pulled on his jeans and sweater. The bus only arrived at eight so he still had some spare time to try and enter the site. But no matter what he enterred or how hard he tried to remember what his father told him he could not find the correct password. And somehow he didn't feel like asking his father either.

He heard a loud honk outside and noticed it was already 8. He quickly snatched his back from the ground and ran outside, then hopped into the bus waiting for him. It slowly headed towards school while Trunks sat down near the window.

One thing was for sure, he didn't know nor did he care how, he'd get his hands on a copy.

Queen Luana: Dreadful, the writing, just dreadful… It could be there are some minor mistakes in this chapter. But it's been such a long time since I last saw Rings so, please forgive me. To show your forgivefulness, please do write a review. Thank you.