Queen Luana: Oh geesh, I've just been reading all these reviews and everyone seems to be totally excited about what's going to happen next, uh… Well… It's not tha special. It is, but not the amazingly creepy special. It's… ah, just read along and you'll see what I mean. (ducks away behind chair) Don't hate me!

Toshio

Bulma didn't know what to think, then didn't know what to do. Her hand remained on the doorknob, nearly pulverising it in her grip and she hardly blinked. She had always known Vegeta was very aggressive… But that aggression had just reached its peak.

Vegeta was kneeling down in front of the bath tub, his back towards Bulma, his arms till his elbows lowered in the tepid water. Two much smaller hands were splashing around, the water spluttering up over the edge of the tub, soaking the floor with water and bubbles.

After being stupified for a moment and finally grasping what was happening in frong of her very nose, Bulma rushed towards the sink, grabbed the glass bottle of bubble bath (she didn't really recall why she had bought that dreadful heavy thing) and smacked her husband in the head with it.

As Vegeta fell to the floor, his hands released his son's throat, who came to the surface gasping for air and coughing loudly. With all the power he had left in him he rolled over the edge of the tub and fell shivering onto the wet floor. Bulma quickly tossed away the bottle, grabbed a towel from the rack and took her son in her arms. "Trunks! Are you alright, sweety!" she cried and wrapped the towel around his shoulders.

"Did you see that!" he panted. "He was trying to drown me! Dad tried to drown me!" Bulma looked over at the unconcious Vegeta while stroking her son through his wet hair. "Mum? What's going on here?" To be honnest she really didn't have a clue what was going on. After that phone call she could've sworn there was nothing wrong. She had imagined the entire thing.

"Mum, I don't think that's going to help…"

"Well, it's better than nothing," Bulma said and tightened the final nod, roping Vegeta's wrist to the arm of a wooden chair. She then sighed and stood up. "Now we wait until your father gains consciousness." She sat down in the couch, next to her son and stroke a lock of hair from his forehead. "What happened back there?"

"I was just taking a bath," Trunks explained. "Then dad came in. He didn't say anything he just stared at me. Then he suddenly sat down and pushed me under." He shivered again at the memory and pulled his knees against his chest. "I don't know why he did it…"

Vegeta gave a little twitch and moaned. They both jumped up and Trunks took a few careful steps backwards. Vegeta blinked. "Aw…" He wanted to raise his hand, clearly to rub the back of his head and saw the ropes tying him to the chair. He tugged them for a moment then looked at his wife and son. "Why am I tied to a chair?"

"You're not the one asking questions right now, Vegeta," Bulma spoke coldly, her arms folded in front of her chest. "I want to know what happened in the bathroom."

"Woman, I don't know what you're talking about," Vegeta said and leaned back in the chair. "Now will you untie me or do you really want me to ruin a perfectly good chair?"

"What happened?" Bulma said with rising tone, the stern look on her face slightly changing into a glare. She carved her nails deeply into her arms in her anger. Could she actually begin to have a grudge against him?

"Look, I don't know what kind of stupid joke your playing with me," Vegeta said and leaned forward, sending Trunks a few steps back with a soft yelp. "I was just sleeping on the couch. No are you still going to untie me or do I have to do it myself? Don't think I care a lot about furniture."

Bulma opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by the phone ringing. She lowered her arms with a frustrated sigh and walked over to it. She picked it up: "Bulma Briefs."

"Mrs Briefs? This is Lin here, we spoke on the phone about your house, remember?"

"Oh yes," Bulma said not taking her eyes off Vegeta. She leaned against the little table carefully listening.

"Well, I did some more research and before the Williams, there was another family who lived there, Saeki I believe," the lady at the other end continued. "And, their history isn't that good."

Bulma blinked. "And?"

"Apparently," Lin said with a sigh. "Wife and husband, it says here their names were Kayako and Takeo, had a little boy named Toshio. He was six when he died." Bulma clutched the edge of the table.

"Die?" she whispered and Trunks turned to face his mother. How could he be dead? She had seen him walking around, in her house, she had touched him!

"Yes, it has been in newspapers. The uh… The father, Takeo, he murdered his wife and son and then hung himself that's what it says here," Lin continued. Bulma felt a chill running down her spine. "Their bodies were found upstairs, the boy in a closet together with a dead cat and the mother in the same room, on the ground. Although blood marks state that she had been in the attic above the closet right before she fell. Takeo was hanging in a nearby room." God damn it, those footsteps on the attic…

"H-How did they die?" Bulma thought she saw the boy near the stairs but the hallway was empty. Another 'uh' was heard at the other line and Bulma closed her eyes. Like I don't know…

"The mother's neck was twisted," Lin said. "And… the little boy seemed to be drowned." Of course he did.

"Okay… T-Thank you for your help." Bulma hung up with shaking hands.

"Who was that?" Trunks asked, who had overheard everything his motehr said and wasn't at ease. Bulma swallowed and in the distance she could hear the footsteps on the attic again.

"Go pack your stuff," she then spoke softly and as calm as possible. "We're leaving."

A couple of minutes later they had packed most of their belongings and Bulma had finally freed vegeta from the old chair. She quickly slipped her shoes back on but Trunks and Vegeta took their sweet time.

"Will you please hurry up!" Bulma said and opened the front door.

"Remind me again," Vegeta said while tying his shoelaces. "Who was that on the phone and why are we leaving in such a rush?"

"I'll explain in the car," Bulma said motioning with her hands towards the door. "Now come on! Put on your coats in the God damn car!" With a sigh they did as Bulma told me. Vegeta picked up the bags and together they left the house. Bulma quickly closed and locked the door behind her back, just like she had locked every window. She didn't want whatever was haunting that house to get out.

Neither of them saw the little boy watching them from the stairway.

Queen Luana: Those who have watched the movie know it is far from over yet. Once you've come in touch with the curse, there's no coming back. No sirree! Please review this fic (it's a basic line, I always end my chapters with it lolly)