Queen Luana: I'm back! I got reviews and I kinda started doubting about how I'm going to end this fic. But I'm staying with what I wanted to do first, so if you're very disappointed about the ending: I'm sorry. Not that this is the final chapter, no sirree! Just wait and see.

Who's the creepiest?

Never before had Bulma been so terrified as when she heard her little boy scream upstairs. Not a hundred dead women could have scared her more than that single scream. By now her eyes had focussed and she could now see the hallway clearly, no corpse to be seen. But her eyes were fixed on the stairs.

"Trunks!" she cried loudly, but no response. All was silent and the only noise came from her own loud breathing. She clasped her husband's hand. "We have to get up."

"No way," Vegeta muttered taking a few steps away from the stairs.

"Vegeta, that's our son upstairs!" she hissed and janked at his hand. "We have to go up!"

"Maybe he's just having a nightmare or something," Vegeta mumbled but Bulma could tell from his shivering voice he knew well enough what had frightened their son. She was about to say something to him again, perhaps even to slap him in the face so he could finally get a grip, when she heard another scream. This one was different: it only lasted for a second and was then silenced. She took a few steps up the stairs.

"Trunks?" The only things there was the silence of darkness. She casted one look at her husband, who still tried to look tough although he was still standing a couple of feet away from the stairs. "Fine, I'll go by myself!" And with those words she leaped up the stairs, begging with all her heart she wasn't too late. The hallway was so dark and ghastly she nearly turned back. But her son was in danger and with her head held high she slowly headed towards the door of his chamber. It took her so awfully long to reach it but at last she did.

Carefully she pressed her ear against the wood and listened. No croaking, no sounds of anyone making his way through the door. No things falling over, no thumping, just utter silence. Now only to decide whether that was reassuring or not.

She rested her hand on the cold door knob. Why did she always end up in sticky situations like these? Why did she never end up in the romantic comedies in life but only in the action and tragedies and for this first time, horror? She had been such a confident and strong woman all along, she had managed to live with Vegeta. And now, she just wished for day to come and this all to be over. She wished she had never gone to that house in the first place. But her she was, and what's done can't be undone. So she turned the doorknob over and with a soft click it slid open.

Just like a plaster, she thought and swung it open quickly, making it hit the wall with a loud bang. The room was empty. No Kayako, no Toshio, and no Trunks.

"Trunks, honey?" she said and enterred the room. "Trunks?" She picked up her son's flashlight from the ground and then checked the bed, not bothering turning it off. She turned now starting to panick. "TRUNKS!" She kept telling herself nothing was wrong, that Trunks indeed had a bad dream and that he was now… in the bathroom or something. She knew there was no logic nor truth in it, but it was all she had left to hang on to. She would not accept some dead lady had laid hands on her little boy.

She heard a noise at the door and raised the flashlight, illuminating the face of little Toshio, still as creepy and dead as ever. He stood there, staring at her with his dark eyes and didn't move. That did it, now she had it. She honnestly had enough out of it!

"What did you do to my son?" she cried. The little boy merely turned and walked away. "Come back here you little rat!" Bulma jumped to her feet and ran outside the room, just able to see little Toshio descending down the stairs. So there was a dead chick in her house and her dead little boy: but let's just see who was the scarriest! "You just run back to your lovely mommy, you rascal! Tell her to get lost and go bug some other people!" She followed the boy down the stairs but he had already disappeared out of sight. And so had Vegeta.

Bulma gained her breath she had lost from shouting and look around the hallway. "Ve-Vegeta?" Now where had he gone to? "Vegeta, this is not funny, where the hell are you?" She turned around rapidly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but the only one around was Toshio, who had settled down on the stairs. Finally giving up she turned the the litle boy and casted the ray of light right in his face. Despite that his eyes were still dark.

"Okay, where's Vegeta?" No response. "Hey, shrimp, I'm asking you something. Where's Vegeta? Is he dead? What did you do to him?" The boy just said there and Bulma nearly grabbed his throat if it wasn't for the fear that if she would his mummy would come down and protect him. "It's not because you're dead, you can't talk. Tell me where my husband is NOW!" The boy hesitated then looked up the stairs. Bulma blinked amazed. She hadn't expected he would actually help her.

"H-He's upstairs?" Toshio only continued staring. With a sigh and flashlight still tightly clutched between her fingers she dragged herself upstairs past the boy. "Vegeta?" The hallway was deserted. She looked down at Toshio, who hadn't moved an inch. "He's not here. Where is he? Bedroom, bathroom?" As she spoke the words she already realised Toshio would not answer her and decided to check the rooms but as she turned…

She screamed and fell down on the floor. "FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" she cried. "Vegeta! Don't you ever do that to me again!" Her husband looked down at her. His dark eyes had somehow gained a blank glow. "Vegeta?" He crouched in front of her and she backed of with a gulps. "V-Vegeta?"

He chuckled. "Gotcha, woman."

"YOU STUPID-"

"Hey, quiet down, don't wake the neighbourhood," he said and pulled her up from the ground.

"You bastard!" Bulma continued in a quiet tone. "You know I'm scared to death, you know in what situation we're in, how would you feel if I went croaking next to your ear!"

"You know I can never help myself from teasing you," Vegeta chuckled. "Look, it's simple. We get the hell out of the house and we come back in the morning."

"What about Trunks?" Bulma mumbled. "I'm not leaving without revenge."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" Vegeta said in that mocking tone. "Kill her?" He headed down the stairs. "Let's just leave."

"Just admit you're scared, Vegeta," Bulma hissed and followed him. Vegeta didn't react, just grabbed his coat and opened the door. There was the road, where cars were driving past at high speed. It was so easy to just step out. But Bulma was determined. "I'm not leaving before I know where my son is, Vegeta. And you're not either."

"Yes I am and so are you," Vegeta said his hand still on the door. "Get your coat." Bulma couldn't grasp how her husband chose his own guts above his son's. Was he that selfish?

"I don't believe you," Bulma muttered and turned around. She would not leave, so she walked away from the door.

"Woman! Get back here!" But she walked into the kitchen and sat down. The first tear rolled down her cheek. Not only had she most-likely lost her son, her husband didn't even care. Was he truelly that cold hearted? "Fine!" came from the hallway and the door slammed shut. Bulma stared blankly at the kitchen table. What a selfish git…

Queen Luana: Man this chapter sucked… Well, the next will be better. But I do believe the end is near… Creepy. Anyway, please review guys and tell me what you think!