Queen Luana: Queen Luana's back! Sorry, guys had a bit of a writers block. Me and my friend are gonna have a horror marathon in the Easter holidays, so you can see many more horror-fics coming your way! MUAHAHAHAAA!

Creepy woman: Croakkk…

Queen Luana: Mua-a-AAAAAAAAAAH!

Groan sweet groan

Bulma had never been more relieved at seeing her former house again, in it's natural sunny surroundings. She sighed and dropped her bags onto the floor. A household-robot was bussy cleaning the hallway making it glitter in the light shining through the big windows. She inhaled and picked up the sent of daisies.

"Why did we leave again?" Trunks said, watching how his mother nearly danced through the hallway.

"Don't you think it's way more fun in here?" Bulma said. "Back at our lovely home?" She pulled out her coat. "I'm going to take a shower. Trunks, you still have got homework to do…" And with that she skipped upstairs.

Bulma undressed quickly, ready to wash away the dust and filth of the old house. Humming cheerfully she turned on the shower and stepped in. The warm water stroke her face and body and she smiled widely. She pumped a huge amount of soap in the palm of her hand, which started foaming in a matter of seconds and smelled lovely, like coconut.

It was a coincidence, maybe… She could've continued looking at the wall or… just never have opened her eyes but she did. Maybe if she didn't… it would've passed already.

She had just finished washing her hair when she turned around, for no particular reason, and saw it. The black shade of a person, clearly, standing in front of her in the middle of the bathroom. She didn't see who it was, because of the shower curtain. But he or she (or it) was too big to be Trunks, and too small to be Vegeta. Keep his tall hair in mind people. The water splashed down on her face and body, and the bottom of the tub, creating a loud noise. But not loud enough to dim the croaking emerging from this mysterious silhouette.

One of Bulma's shaking hands clutched the edge of the curtain, ready to pull it away and reveil whatever was standing there. It'll just be a robe, she thought and hoped. Just a black robe… She clenched her fists and pulled it away. It wasn't a robe. Or well, she wasn't.

The silhouette had belonged to woman, or at least what used to be a woman. She had long dark hair, bluish skin and was wearing a dirty white dress, containing what looked like blood marks. Her jaw was hanging low, producing the blood curling croak, and her big dark eyes were fixed upon Bulma, who still stood there, eyes wide with amazement and horror. Then after that brief moment of silence, Bulma closed here eyes and screamed.

Vegeta had had about enough with that woman, after he found her in a perfectly normal bathroom, while she was almost breaking her vocal cords.

"Now what is it?" he snarled and clucthed her arm, since his voice wasn't really drowning out hers. Bulma finally stopped as she had nearly grown hoarse and opened her eyes to see her husband, one hand covering his ear and other firmly holding her upper arm. She looked around the room, watched the very corners and saw nothing. A plain, light bathroom. Vegeta let go of her arm.

"Hearing things again, dear?" he sniggered and Bulma hit him in the chest, nearly breaking her hand. She grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her.

"Vegeta, this is serious," she said, but he had already closed the door behind him. Bulma hesitated for a moment, then quickly grabbed all of her clothes and stormed outise the bathroom.

"There's something in that house, Vegeta," Bulma whispered, when they sat in the living room later on. "Something bad… And it's followed us back here. It's no use. I can't run. I thought I could but I can't." Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.

"What in the world are you talking about?" he said and stood up from the sofa. "It was just a stupid old house."

"I'm not talking about the house, Vegeta!" Bulma shrieked. "I'm talking about what was in it. A little boy and his mother. They were both murdered, Vegeta." She spoke the last sentence low and darkly. With an irritated sigh Vegeta turned and walked out of the room, but not before saying: "You're overreacting again, woman."

"I'm not overreacting, Vegeta!" she cried. "You're just ignorant! I won't come holding your hand when you start seeing her!" She heard Vegeta laughing mockingly in the hallway. Oh how she could sometimes hate that man! Things were happening right in front of his nose and he seemed to be completely oblivious of them! She stormed outside and got into her car.

"I don't care what I've got to do," she said and started the car. "But I'm gonna find out what the hell's going on here!"

"Next."

The doctor nearly froze at seeing Bulma enter. "Hello doc." With shaking hands he stood up. "I'm sorry, but I can't…" Bulma pushed him back into his seat.

"You said you lived here for 26 years? Then you're the person I need." She leaned over and looked him straight in the eyes. "What happened to the Saeki family?" He was clearly looking for ways to explain as he ran his tongue across his upper lip.

"Mother and child were murdered by the father," he then mumbled.

"Yes, thank you, I've gotten that far myself," Bulma snapped and leaned over even closer. "I want to know that if they were both murdered, how come I keep seeing them!" The doctor was leaning backwards in his chair in a desperate attempt to get away from the angry Bulma. He sighed and stroke a hand through his thin white hair.

"Very well, if you insist on knowing," he mumbled. "Please sit down." Not taking her eyes of the doctor she sat down as he told her. He took a gulp from a glass of water and then folded his hands. "Here in Tokyo, people believe that when a person dies in the grip of anger, they leave a curse behind. That curse fills the place where they used to live and anyone who encounters it will die from it." Bulma slightly paled but the doctor continued.

"After that person dies, the curse goes on to the next leaving a chain of horror behind. The Saeki's, Mrs. Briefs, are a perfect example of this believe. Many came in contact with that house and all of them died mysteriously. Even those who didn't live there, people who only set a foot in that house. Some of them were never found again. And others…" He made a little nod with his head, stating the obvious.

Bulma's hands clutched the edge of his desk. "So, what you're saying is that… me and my family… are cursed?" The doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"And…" Bulma uttered. "There's no way to escape from it?"

"You may travel all around the globe, Mrs. Briefs," the doctor said. "But it will find you. It never forgives, and it never forgets."

Queen Luana: She is finito! I was being very smart again yesterday… There was nothing on TV so I was just zapping a bit. Suddenly I stopped at MTV, it was Asian screen. Guess you know that. And since my good friend Beccie told me lots of good things about those Asian movies I decided to watch. So I saw this girl walking through the hallway and enterring a room. Her mothr was lying on the ground, sleeping. She tried to wake her but her mother just wouldn't wake up. And me thinking 'Cool, thriller!' And then suddenly she pulls away the blanket to find A CREEPY PALE BOY WITH BLACK EYES! Apparently, I was watching Ju-On 2. God, I can't help being so smart…