Queen Luana: I've got a deadline here! We're leaving on vacation tomorrow and I really need to post some stuff before I do. So, let's get this thing moving!

P.S. : There's gonna be a Bulma – Vegeta dialogue. Get ready for some swearing people! (puts on ear warmers)

Bright light

On her way home Bulma drove pas the old cursed house again. It was noon and from the street, it really didn't look that scary. But to Bulma it was, since she new about its inside. Just watching it there sent chills down her spine. What could she do? If she indeed was cursed then what could she do?

It was ridiculous! she told herself. She was a genius and a scientist and an inventor. She wasn't supposed to believe in nosense such as curses and ghosts and dead women chasing her. The idea only was absurd and any sane person would laugh at her. She clutched the wheel tightly making her knuckles grow white. Well, if she indeed was that clever, then she would figure out a way to brake that so called chain of terror right?

With a determined smile on her face she started her car again and drove of. Oh, she would find a way!

Evening fell, and the Brief's residence grew empty and quiet. The machines were out and no more noises came from outside the building. Yet when one would stand on the pavement in front of it, he would be blinded by all the light coming from inside.

"Nice light," Bulma kept uttering. "Nice bright light. Everywhere!" She clipped the little reading light on next to her bed. That house was using enough power to fuel a small country for a week. With a satisfied smile she grabbed a chair and sat down against the wall. Her husband was wandering around somewhere downstairs and her son was sleeping peacefully in his bed. And she was wide awake, her sanity ready to let go of her. She frowned when she looked at the dark area underneath her bed.

"This is insane," she muttered and got up with in irritated sigh. "How am I ever going to convince the world there's no such thing as a curse if I'm not even able to convince myself!" Then she got an idea.

"Hi, honey."

"Since when do you call me 'honey'?" Vegeta grunted and zapped some more. Bulma shrugged and sat down next to her husband.

"Oh, I just felt like it."

"Are you still upset about that whole house thing?" he muttered as she snuggled up against him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"No I'm perfectly fine," she said quietly and watched the silly soap now appearing on the screen.

"Of course you are," he said and rolled his eyes. "That would definitely explain why people can see our house from the moon!"

"A little light never hurt anyone," she said innocently.

"Well, I believe this has gone far beyond a little," he said and turned off the TV. "I'm going to bed." Bulma quickly jumped up.

"I'll go with you!" she said with fake smile from ear to ear. To hide her fear she quickly leaned over and whispered. "It's been a while again, hasn't it Vegeta?" He chuckled a little as she walked with him into the hallway.

"Is that why you've been so pepped up?" She shrugged and pulled him closer at his arm. Then suddenly, the lights went out.

Bulma shrieked loudly and nearly lept into Vegeta's arms but he sighed.

"Now see what happens when you use so much energy?"

"Don't you go all clever on me, Vegeta!" she snapped. "I wasn't the one who shut the entire neighbourhood down a couple of months ago!"

"Mum? Dad?" came Trunks' voice from upstairs. "Sorry, I just turned the light on and everything went dark…"

"It's okay, just get to bed again honey!" Bulma yelled in response and a door slammed shut again. She couldn't see a hand in front of her face and was afraid of whatever was watching the two of them in the darkness. But, as she assumed, nothing would happen when they were together, right? She pressed herself against her husband's chest.

"Woman, please, your nearly strangling me!" he said and pushed her off a little. "It's just dark in here. There's no such thing as a stupid curse now get a grip!"

"Well maybe that's because you haven't seen them yet!" Bulma shrieked and slapped him against his shoulder. "Wait, you did! Vegeta, you saw that little boy! That boy was murdered years ago!"

"It was just some stupid creepy shrimp, no one ever said that was that Toshio kid!"

Buma opened her mouth to object then closed it again. Her eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness and she could now vaguely see her husbands face filled with anger and frustration. She blinked a couple of times and stared into her husband's eyes.

"Vegeta… I can't recall me telling you his name was Toshio…" she whispered. He swallowed and then looked away, arms crossed in front of his chest. Bulma nearly blew with rage.

"You stupid – arrogant – idiot!" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me you could see them as well?" She breathed in and out loudly through clenched teeth. "I don't believe - you!" She clenched her fist and nearly smacked him but didn't. She dropped her hands to her sides and hissed angrily. No wonder! Good old arrogant Vegeta, always acting though. Inside he was just a little boy desperate to play with the big kids and acting like a hero to do so. She clenched her teeth and tried to calm down, after a while she did. "Since when?" Vegeta looked at her. Her eyes had focussed by now and she could now clearly see his silhouette.

"That day you went shopping, alright?" he then said, still trying to sound tough but he had shrunken to the attitude of a five year old. "I didn't fell asleep again. I was upstairs, heard something in a nearby room went inside and saw that… kid. That's all I remember. Except for someone saying his name and then some sort of weird sound."

"Like a croak?"

"Yeah… The next moment I was tied to a chair." Along with Vegeta's pride went her little bit of comfort. She had felt as if being around him, being around a person who didn't care and didn't believe, somehow set her safe. Secured her from that dreaded curse. Bye bye, eased conscience. "You think Trunks has seen them too?"

"No," Bulma muttered. "I think he would've told me." She placed her hand on Vegeta's shoulder.

"Don't you go protective on me, woman," he mumbled but nevertheless she wrapped her arms around him and whispered: "I'm scared too." With a sigh he laid his arms around her as well, accepting his final bit of pride was gone and pulled her into a tender hug.

Then they were woken by the scream of a fourteen year old boy, coming from upstairs.

Queen Luana: (puts off ear warmers) Is it over yet? Good. There you go, finished this in a record time of an hour and a bit. Yeah! Aw man, now I still have to study for that English assignment tomorrow. We are supposed to present our favorite actor and I picked Robin Williams. Jeeeej… Wanted to pick S. M. Gellar first so I could show a bit of the Grudge but decided not to since my class mostly exists out of wussy's. Anyways, here come my words again:

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Or else, uh, Kayako?

Kayako: Croaakkkk…

Queen Luana: Thank you.

Kayako: (turns eyes towards Luana) Croaaakkk?

Queen Luana: No the audience! THE AUDIENCE! (dies)