Queen Luana: Sorry it took me so long! But I had to endure several writer's blocks, exams and the flu so I hope you'll understand. Man, I really screwed up with last chapter so it's gonna be real hard to make things up for it but I'll do my very best. Please don't be pissed if it doesn't work.

What happenedto the Saeki family…

Bulma listened to the ghastly noises inside the house. Creaking on the stairs, footsteps in the hallway, doors opening and closing again… She had truelly found herself clueless. Knowing her husband was there had for once in her life comforted her. And now he had left her, just so he could save his own ass. She wished the curse would get him, not immediately, but slowly. So he could live his final moments with the fear for her…

Another door slammed and her body trembling she shove the chair away from the table and stood up. Trying to tell herself she was confident and not the least bit scared, Bulma made her way back to the stairs.

It would be so easy, she thought, resting her eyes upon her front door. So easy to walk out back into civilisation. But instead she walked upwards, looking out for the little boy and his mother, who could be standing right around the corner ready to embrace her with the curse that had killed many before her. Still the hallway was empty. Delay of execution, I guess, Bulma thought and with a sigh wandered further into the hallway. All doors were jammed shut, not a tiny crack to reveil anything happening behind it. Although all was quiet, Bulma somehow couldn't get her eyes of the door at the end of the corridor.

Her heart was beating loudly in her chest as she hesitated in front of the dark, gloomy door. Still no noise at all, but she somehow wasn't able to turn around and walk away. The thought that silence was soothing had long been rejected. With the determination to end this nightmare, Bulma turned over the doorknob and flung the door open.

There, on the floor of her bedroom lied the dead body of a woman, whose hair was draped all over her head, not leaving an inch visible of her face. But her arms were cramped up in painful positions and so were her legs. At her side sat a boy, who was picking her dark locks, nearly stroking them. Bulma would not have been surprised at seeing this. If it wasn't for the fact that the boy wasn't Toshio.

"T-Trunks?" Bulma whispered, the wonderful feeling of joy overwhelming her. But her boy didn't even look up, he just sat there on his knees in his jammies, looking down upon Kayako's dead body as if it were his own mother. "Trunks," Bulma spoke again and took a few steps into the room. "It's alright, it's me. Come on here, sweety." But Trunks seemed to cut her dead. "Trunks?" Bulma dared to take a few steps closer, now only standing a yard away from her son and Kayako. "Please Trunks!"

She knew she had lingered too long.

At the final call for her son Kayako jerked her head up and with a loud croak and open mouth stared directly at Bulma, who opened her mouth to scream, right when the cursed woman reached out her arms and grabbed Bulma's ancles tightly. She shrieked and tried to free herself, but lost her balance at doing this and fell over on her back. Screaming loudly Bulma kicked her legs while crawling backwards towards the door. But Kayako would not let go. Her cold rotten fingers tightened around Bulma's calfs as she pulled herself up towards her victim. In the meanwhile Trunks just sat there, motionless, staring at where Kayako had been lying moments before, as if she was still there.

Bulma's fear reached its peak. Kayako was now already lying on top of her legs and she could barely move away. Staring into the dark eyes of the curse, she accepted this was the end, the moment the grudge of someone who had died years ago, would consume her…

All of the sudden, two strong hands grabbed her underneath her arms and pulled her away backwards. Seizing the opertunity Bulma kicked her legs once more and Kayako slipped off, still croaking and clutching desperately for Bulma's feet. But she was already dragged into the hallway and the door slammed shut. Bulma quickly got to her feet, rubbing all over her body to get rid of the horrible cold feeling Kayako Saeki had given her. So close had she been to death, she had looked straight into its dark cold eyes. Yet she stood there, alive. She turned around and her jaw dropped, right before her eyes filled with tears of joy.

"You came back!" she cried and tightened her arms around her rescuer's neck.

"What are you talking about woman?" Vegeta grunted and pushed her off. "I never left." Bulma blinked in confusion, then indeed realised he could've closed the door and turned back. After all she had been hearing things inside the house, only she had blamed those sounds on Kayako and her son.

"T-Then… why didn't you?"

"No dead woman nor dead kid nor curse harms my son," Vegeta said with that arrogant look on his face as he leaned against the wall arms crossed. Bulma could guess that's what he had been telling himself every second since he closed that door. Bulma gasped and turned back to the door.

"Trunks…" She didn't know what to do. Her son was still in there… but so was she.

Vegeta rose from the wall. "You get out of here."

"I'm not leaving without Trunks!" she snapped but Vegeta's look was determined.

"I won't either, but you'll only get in my way," he snarled right back at her. "So get out."

Bulma had to suppress a little smile. She was pretty glad to have the old Vegeta back, the proud, confident Vegeta. But then again she was still not able to leave. Now she had finally found both of them yet, she wasn't planning to get her eyes off of them.

"Look, I'm not going to make a move as long as you're hear so beat it!" Vegeta now nearly barked but Bulma only fluttered her eyelids.

"And how do I know you won't run off as soon as I get out?" Vegeta clenched his fists obviously trying not to burst out at her.

"I promise."

"Promise? Well that's a first time," Bulma said. "Why should I trust you?"

"Look," Vegeta now hissed through his teeth. "I could go away and I didn't! So I won't do it now! Now we can stand here arguing till dawn or you can finally shut your trap and leave!" Would she finally accept that her husband's pride would finally not cause any damage? He was right, he could've run off and yet he was still here and had just saved her from, most likely, death. With a sigh Bulma wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Be careful," she whispered and hung on tight, just so he could not push her off. "Get out when it gets too dangerous. You don't know what you're up against."

"Woman please, we're talking about a corpse here," Vegeta scoffed. Bulma decided she had heard enough. Alright, he was still being naïve with his 'I'm the strongest fighter in the universe' thing and Kayako being 'just a corspe', but the idea of saving their son was there and that's what mattered. She felt good knowing Vegeta was now there for Trunks and that he wouldn't leave without him. Maybe she actually had to trust her husband, for once, and leave. She had to admit she was dying to get out.

Bulma leaned in and gave Vegeta a short kiss on the lips, which he strangely enough didn't answer with a disgusted face, then turned around and slowly walked away.

This is it, she thought. I'm actually leaving, I'm actually relying on Vegeta. She cleared her mind, afraid she would return after starting to worry. So slowly she descended down the stairs, into the dark hallway. And there stood Toshio. Just plainly in front of the door, as if he knew what she was about to do. For a moment Bulma hesitated but then she approached him and reached out for the door. Just as her fingertips touched the doorknob, Toshio opened his mouth and a loud mew emerged from it.

Bulma was startled and jerked back her hand. It was a bloodcurdling mew, a loud his of an angry cat and it kept going on, ringing her ears.

"Stop it," Bulma snapped but the boy would not close his mouth. "I said: stop it! I'm not afraid of you!" But to tell the truth she was. She had now seen the boy's gloomy face a dozen of times and yet she was scared.

Finally the boy did stop. He slowly closed his mouth and then cocked his head sideways, as if to indicate something. Bulma turned as she heard thumps on the stairs, loud, uncontrolled thumps going down the stairs. But she could see nothing, it was hidden around the corner. But any moment it would pop out, show it's face. And it did. Kayako suddenly plumped down onto the floor, covered in blood. Bulma shrieked and covered her mouth with her hands to ease the noise.

That was not the Kayako from earlier. That was the Kayako from years ago.

Her skin was pale, yes indeed, but it was obvious she wasn't the dead decomposed woman she had seen in her bedroom. When she looked down at her side she saw Toshio was gone and when she looked back to the stairs saw Vegeta had descended and was now standing right behind Kayako, who was desperately trying to crawl away over the floor.

"Vegeta?" Bulma whispered, but Vegeta didn't hear. It was nearly as if he were in trance. Then he leaned over and picked the fallen woman up from the floor. He places one hand on her shoulder and another one in her neck, while she struggled to break free, and pulled her tightly against his chest. Bulma realised what he was going to do, the second it happened. With a loud crack Vegeta twisted Kayako's neck all the way around and blood spluttered from her mouth. Then he dropped her to the floor, where she twitched painfully and a loud croak filled the hallway.

Bulma knew what she was seeing. It was what Lin, the woman on the phone, had explained to her on what had happened to the Saeki family. It was nearly as if Takeo had taken over Vegeta's body and had restructured the event in front of her eyes. Just like he had done back at the house, with Trunks. Bulma rubbed her throat painfully at thinking of how that could've been her. Hessitantly she walked over to her husband, who was still watching the jerking body of Kayako. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he seemed to wake up.

"Vegeta?" Bulma whispered and he blinked at the floor. "Do you remember anything?"

"I opened the door," Vegeta said and reached out his hand as if to replay how he did it. "And then…" He swallowed at seeing the corpse lying there. Bulma sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It's over. She wanted to show us. She wanted us to know what happened…" As they both turned their heads towards the stairway they found Trunks, sitting there with his knees pulled up to his chest, staring at Kayako.

Queen Luana: And they all lived happily ever after… NOT! Come on people! I keep getting reviews of people asking me to give the Briefs a happy ending. Look, I'm truelly very sorry but I'm sure you, as fanficwriters, can make up your own happy ending because I honnestly can't! It's horror and horror don't have happy endings. If horrors had happy endings, then The Ring would've ended with Noah proposing to Rachel. So I'm once again very sorry, but next chapter: EVERYTHING SHALL GO WRONG! MUAHAHAHAHAAA!

Samara Morgan: I found you.

Queen Luana: H-Happy ending?