Queen Luana: Next chapter, everything's going great so far. I know exactly what's going to happen, but I'm not telling. Although I might say it's gonna have an 'Exorcist' twist in it, or maybe not. It's yours to decide, to find out. I'm gonna try this new thing since people sugested me, to start a new paragraph at each thing these people say. It's gonna be tough since I'm not really used at doing so but I'll give it a try. Enjoy.

Cursed?

Bulma felt how someone was dipping her face with a wet hanky. When she opened her eyes, all her surroundings were a blurr. She couldn't even remember where she was or what had just happened to her what seemed like two seconds ago. After her eyes focussed, she saw a grey man looking down at her, cleansing her face and smiling.

"Welcome back," he said and smiled even wider, forming deep wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes. As Bulma looked around the room she saw her son sitting on the coffey table and her husband leaning against the wall, eyeing her with little interest.

"What happened?" she stumbled and sat up straight, finally remembering her surroundings as her own ous. Her own brand new, old, ugly, rotten house. She must've been out out all night, taking from the sunrays shining through the small opening between the sliding door and the wall. With a moan she caressed her temples, trying her very best to recall what had happened, but everything was dark. As if her mind was blocking the memory.

"According to what your husband told me, you passed out in the middle of the night in the hallway upstairs," the man who was obviously a doctor explained. "He woke up at hearing you banging on the ground."

Bulma peeked at her husband who was still looking on, and yawning now and then. "You called a doctor?" she asked surprised and he shrugged.

"Yeah… Don't get too pepped up, it was your son's idea." Bulma chuckled and Trunks blinked at her. "What happened mum?"

Yes, what had happened to her the other night? She knew the memory was there somewhere, but it was as if her mind kept her from reliving it. Could it have been so horrible? The only thing she remembered was that loud croak, right next to her ear. She thanked the doctor for coming over and guided him to the door, but right as he was about to turn his back on her she stopped him.

"Doctor," she said and he turned again. "I was just wondering, how long have you lived here exactly? A couple of years or something?"

The doctor sighed deeply and looked upwards, casting his mind back. "I think… for 26 years, yes."

"So, suppose if I would ask you about the previous inhabitors of this house, you would be able to answer me?" she said twisting her fingers. The doctor was obviously startled. He adjusted his glasses and then shrugged.

"There are many houses in this city, ma'am," he said. "I realy can't recall that much about the previous people who lived here. If you really want to know, I suggest you go talk to the company who sold you this house. Have a nice day." He turned around and walked away at a steady pace, around the corner and disappeared in the many allies.

Bulma stood in the doorway, thinking. All of this didn't make any sense. Why couldn't she remember what happened the day before? Why was this doctor in such a hurry when she mentioned the history of the house? And what creature had pronounced that weird croaking sound she couldn't get her thoughts off? Just as she was to close the door she caught sight of that little spooky boy standing across the street. With dark eyes, motionless stature. A somewhat queer little boy that scared the hell out of her. Other days she would've smiled politely, but right now she honnestly didn't car and slammed the door shut.

"Good day, this is Bulma Briefs speaking," Bulma said half an hour later at the phone. "A couple of weeks ago I sent my parents to purchase a house and we did. I was wondering if I could get some information about its history… Briefs, it's a small house in Tokyo." She waited, tapping the little table with her nails.

"Uh, let's see here… the former inhabitants were Americans under the name Williams…" the lady at the other side spoke. "Uh, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you this…"

"You'd be of great help," Bulma said, now twisting the wire around her finger and biting her lip with curiosity. A small sigh was heard.

"Well, they didn't live there very long. They uh… they died after some time."

"Died?" Bulma said. "How?" She thought she heard the steps creaking, turned but saw no one there, only her husband, once again snoring in the couch.

"Well… I'm not sure how they died… It just says 'by cause of death' here so… An accident, perhaps." Accident my ass. Bulma sighed deeply.

"Okay, thanks for your help."

"No problem, madam."

"No wait!" Bulma nearly yelled and Vegeta snorted for a moment, rolled over and continued sleeping. Bulma closed her eyes, almost afraid to ask. "Did those people… did they have a son, a little boy?" There was silence, then the voice spoke again.

"No, just a couple with their mother," she said. "Sorry." Bulma cursed softly and thanked the lady again, before hanging up. Okay, now she was finally reliefed and didn't worry about the little boy anymore. But she was confused as well. That boy obviously had some connection with that house. Why else would he appear there so many times? There was something she couldn't grasp. Something a genius as herself couldn't grasp! Yes, she was confused and frustrated. Nothing had ever lied beyond her comprehension before, except maybe Vegeta.

Bulma had been so relieved to get out of the house later that day and go shopping. But boy was she disappointed when she walked up the drive again carrying bags loaded with things she didn't need. Not sad about having spent so much money on clothes but at seeing that dreadful house again. She longed to get out of there so badly but something stopped her. Something, an invisible force was clasping her arm, pulling her back to that house time after time. Forbidding her to get into her car and drive off for good.

She was able to open the door with much effort and dropped her bags onto the ground. "I'm back!" she yelled and kicked off her shoes, then closed the door. She picked up her bags and went up the stairs. Maybe she could get used to it. Already the house didn't have that much of a spooky radiance anymore, at least that's what she told herself. Maybe Vegeta had been right, she hought while organising her new clothes and shoes in her wardrobe. Maybe all this place needed was a little paint. She closed the door and frowned. Why had no one answered her?

"Guys?" She walked out of her bedroom door and leaned into the hallway, checking the corridor. All doors were closed and all was quiet. "Anyone home?" she said. "Vegeta? Trunks?" She held her breath when she heard something not too far away from her, in the room next to her. Water splashing around. "Guys?" She opened the bathroomdoor and choked at the sight.

Queen Luana: There you go, took me long to finish that one. Wow, this is my first cliff-hanger. I'm so happy! (mega happy smile) What will Bulma find inside the bathroom? Review! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update!