Um ... yes. This is another attempt by me to write something funny. Primarily this is dedicated to akachan because I came up with this idea when we were watching Boogeman on DVD.[Well noticed a very bad movie XD]
Secondly, this is dedicated to everyone else. Like no Christmas FF. Although this has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas. Whatever. This is just the first part. A second one comes along, like that. Maybe on New Year's Eve if I make it * smile *

Here we go...

The fire of hell blazed softly. It was quiet in hell. Here and there a few demons fought, Freezer stood in front of the mirror as usual and put on make-up, Cell practiced singing with a few demons and the evil Boo turned everything imaginable into candy. But that was more or less uninteresting.
All of the attention in this story was devoted to 2 other people from the kingdom of hell. They sat in the same place at the same time as every day and played chess as always.The person with the white chess pieces wore a black cloak. His hood was pulled back as usual, revealing his face. It was ash green and deformed with innumerable scars. His head was bald and his blood-red eyes fixed on the chessboard. His ash-green hand, with both long fingers and fingernails, put the white pawn 2 spaces forward. He finished his turn and looked at the person opposite. This time the boogeman, or better known to many as the black man, was certain. This time he would win. Although it had been the same train for centuries.
His counterpart couldn't get anything out of it. He also wore a black cloak. Only with him was the hood pulled over his head and hung low in his face. Only 2 large white dots were visible on his face. So much was it shrouded in darkness. It should be noted, however, that these points were not always white. They changed color depending on their emotional state.White meant everything was fine. If they turned red, you'd better run away. But that would be too far-reaching now.
Although you couldn't be sure whether he even had a face, because you never saw him without the hood drawn out far. His left bony hand gripped his staff tightly, with a long sickle on top. This staff is also better known by many as the scythe of death. Very feared if one may mention that here. His skeleton right hand pulled his black pawn at an angle and beat the boogeman's newly placed white pawn. That was the same move Gevatter Death always made when he played against the black man.
And the game ended like every time. Nobody won. As always, only the two kings stood on the field. One had never triumphed over the other. Understandable if you never change your strategy. But that doesn't matter now either.As always, at the end of the game, something wavering, indefinable black came up to the two of them and pressed a piece of paper into their hands. After that, it disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. Death and the black man read the notes.

Boogeman: And? How is it with you death?
Death: The death rate today is 100. And you?
Boogeman: The scare rate is 50.
Death: So just as bad as mine.
Boogeman: It's just not like it was back then. When I think about it, my rate was 200.
Death: Your people are no longer the best either.
Boogeman: Don't act like that. Your rate has been higher too!
Death: I can't help it that so few people die. But you can do something about the fact that so few people are scared.
Boogeman: What are you telling me about death?
Death: You know that very well.
Boogeman: Then what do you think of a little bet?
Death: a bet?
Boogeman: Yes, a bet. I bet you that my best mate will manage to scare a child you choose.Death: That sounds interesting. And what is the stake?
Boogeman: If I win, you will bid me the white chess pieces at e-Bay. You already know. The deluxe figures.
Death: Yes, I know which one you mean. But if you lose the bet, you have to bid me the black chess pieces at e-Bay. Also the deluxe figures.
Boogeman: Agreed. So you pick a kid and I'll inform boogeman number 5.
Death: Good. It starts tomorrow evening.

With that, Death and the black man shook hands to seal the bet. Then they went about their usual activities.

The next day dawned on earth and soon after it was also evening. After dinner, Chichi and Bulma shooed the 8 year old Goth and the 9 year old Trunks to bed. The Son family stayed in the CC for a few days because Goten and Goku had overdone it a bit during their training and now half of the house was in ruins. Gohan was staying with Videl and was therefore not there.After the two half-Saiyajins had brushed their teeth well, they were soon in bed. But shortly after their mothers left Trunks' room, they got up again and played. Optionally Saiyajin against demon and other "harmless" children's games.
But shortly before midnight they had exhausted themselves enough and then went to bed.
It wasn't long before the door of the closet creaked and it opened a crack. Goten startled.

Goten: Did you hear that too?
Trunks: What is it?
Goten: The door from the closet.
Trunks: What about it?
Goten: It has opened.
Trunks: You're crazy. Go back to sleep.
Goten: If you think so.

Goten lay down properly again and closed his eyes.
Outside the window, Death and the black man floated invisibly, watching the whole thing. Boogeman number 5 slowly crept out of the closet. He moved quietly in the room. But the stop in front of Trunks bed.Confused, he looked back and forth between the children. The black man also looked confused at his employee. Why wasn't he doing his job?
But then he realized what the problem was. I was talking about a child, but suddenly there were two. Boogeman number 5 didn't know which of the two children to scare. The one in the bed or the one on the futon on the floor?
He looked to his employer for help, but he too could only shrug his shoulders ignorantly. Just as the black man was about to ask Death which child it was, Goten suddenly stirred and straightened up. Trunks did the same. They had both sensed the presence of Boogeman number 5. Trunks clapped his hands once and the light went on. They looked puzzled at the stranger in the room.

Trunks: Who are you?
Boogeman number 5: Uh ...
Goths: are you a demon?
Boogeman number 5: Boo!
Trunks: Boo? He is dead.
Boogeman number 5: Not boo. BUH!Trunks: What Boo? It burns in hell.
Boogeman number 5: you should be scared and afraid of me!
Trunks: And why?
Boogeman number 5: Because I'm the black man.
Trunks: Do you know the Goth?
Goths: Nope. But he looks funny.
Trunks: Right.
Boogeman number 5: BUH!
Trunks: What do you always want with Boo? He is dead.

Boogeman number 5 was already desperate.

After a boisterous workout and a small snack, Vegeta and Goku decided to go to sleep. They passed Trunks' room. She was not only surprised that the light shone through under the doorstep and lit up the dark hallway, but the voices and the strange aura also made her suspicious. So they walked into the room and then looked pretty stupid out of the laundry. Trunks and Goten stood in front of Boogeman number 5 and pestered him with questions. Hopelessness was literally written on the stranger's face.
But whatever. Vegeta was in a bad mood anyway because he had lost to Goku again.And the guy looked angry in his eyes. So he just shot a ki ball at the stranger. So that was the end of boogeman number 5 because it turned to dust.
Just as the fathers were about to ask their sons about this type, another figure appeared.
Black cloak, face hidden under a hood and scythe in hand. That was Death Number 13. The best horse in Tod's stable. But the Saiyajins had no idea what death looked like. And since Goku also wanted to have fun and also thought the stranger was bad, he fired a ki ball at death number 13 as before. And so death number 13 had to face its premature end. There was nothing to be done about it. Death and the black man looked rather incredulous at the spectacle. And since Death did not want more of his employees to show up to get the souls of Boogeman number 5 and Death number 13, he now appeared in person in Trunks' room. And since the black man felt stupid on his own outside, he followed Death inside.Vegeta and Goku were already amazed. Hadn't they just killed these two? But they first wanted to erase them repeatedly and then wonder why they had suddenly reappeared.
So once again ki balls flew around. But this time they seemed to have missed their target, because the two strangers were still standing there untouched. So more ki balls flew, but they went through the cloak straps.

Boogeman: Are you done now?
Goku: Who are you?
Death: You don't know who we are?
Vegeta: Tse.
Boogeman: I'm the black man. Or also called a boogeman. Both are fine with me. At night I come out from under the bed or out of the closet and scare small children.
Death: And I am death. I fetch the souls of the deceased and accompany them into the afterlife.
Goku: Do you know the Vegeta?
Vegeta: How should I know that?
Trunks: Do you play with us?
Goths: Auja. You're welcome.
Death: We are not there to play.Goths: Menno.
Trunks: You're mean.
Boogeman: It's our job.
Goku: You really don't know Vegeta?
Vegeta: No damn it, Kakarott!
Goku: Then what are they doing here?
Vegeta: How should I know?
Boogeman: What are we going to do death now?
Death: I don't know. They killed our best employees.
Boogeman: We need replacements.

Tod and Boogeman looked at the thoroughbred Aaiyajins arguing. Boogeman grinned. Whether death did that too ... well ... nobody really knew.

Boogeman: Do you think the same as me death?
Death: Better than nothing. And we won't get anyone to replace our dead employees that quickly. You know that.
Boogeman: Always that stupid job agency.
Death: And then the union.
Boogeman: Nothing is like it was back then.
Death: I agree with you.
Boogeman: Hey you there!