Disclaimer: As per normal, I don't own dragon ball Z or any other shows I have taken stuff out of and if I use something that you have used before, I'm sorry I did not deliberately do this

Disclaimer: As per normal, I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any other shows I have taken stuff out of and if I use something that you have used before, I'm sorry I did not deliberately do this.

Notice: I have changed some things in this fanfiction. First I don't know a lot of stuff past the Cell saga because here in Australia, that is where we are up to. Anyway, in this fanfiction, Bulma and Vegeta aren't married, Trunks is in his early twenties, Bra is in her late teens, Bra is going out with Goten and Pan is Trunks' girlfriend. If you see something else that isn't right about the fic, please tell me and I will fix it in my next story. Thank You. J

Trouble.

Chapter 1, Trouble Brews.

Dear Diary,

I'm sitting on the couch in the lounge, hearing my mother and father fight again. This is a normal occurrence. Today's fight sounds much worse though. Much more serious. The yelling and fighting is normal but I'm sensing there is something really wrong with this one. I'm worried. What can I do? Nothing. I wish I could do something, but then they'll start fighting with me. I don't know how long I can keep listening for…

Trunks Briefs closed his diary and sighed. He had looked all over the house for a spot where he couldn't hear his parents, but not even his room on the other side of the house could get him away from it.

In the background, Bulma Briefs screamed at her husband…

"MAYBE IF YOU GOT OFF YOU'RE LAZY ASS ONCE IN A WHILE I WOULD LEAVE YOU ALONE! MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY HELPED ME ONCE IN A WHILE, I WOULD GET OFF YOUR BACK!"

"SHUT UP WOMAN YOU ARE HURTING MY EARS!" yelled her husband Vegeta, even louder than Bulma.

Bulma and Vegeta weren't actually married, but everyone called them husband and wife, even themselves.

Trunks listened until he couldn't stand it any more. He jumped up from the couch and burst out the front door, fighting back tears. He was glad Bra, his sister, was out seeing a movie with Son Goten. Bra hated it when her parents fought. And they always fought. Ever since Trunks could remember, his parents had been yelling at one another. They had always made up in the end though. Trunks tried to convince himself that the same would happen now. He wasn't convinced. Since his best friend was at the movies, Trunks found himself flying to his girlfriend Pan's house.

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Pan was having a good day. Her dad and mum were going away for a few days next week and Pan was planning a major bash. Not that she would tell them though.

Pan giggled to herself as she started arranging what food to buy, what music to play, what movies to rent and a million other things that you have to take care of when you are planning a party.

She was shaken out of her party thoughts by a knock on the door. She ran to open it. Maybe it's Bra, she thought. I told her about the party. She has probably come to help.

She opened the door to a distressed looking Trunks.

"Hi Trunks!" she said, before realising he was looking very depressed. " Oh I'm sorry, what's wrong?"

" Nothing much," muttered Trunks under his breath, " I just wanted to see you and say hi."

"Yeah right Trunks! What's eating you? You have a fight with Goten or something?" Pan questioned.

"No I'm not having a fight with Goten. It's my parents," Trunks admitted, "they're fighting again."

" So?" Pan said. "Don't they fight all the time?"

"Yeah, but not like this one. It sounded the same, but I sensed it was different, more intense. I don't know if they'll make up this time." Trunks tried to hold back his tears, but one escaped and fell to the ground.

Pan saw this and she knew this was affecting Trunks more than she had thought. She didn't see what he was so worried about, it didn't seem that serious to her. She gave him a kiss and put her arms around him, grateful he put his around her too.

"Don't worry Trunks, I know they'll stop and make up. I know it. You don't have to worry about a thing!"

"Thanks Pan," Trunks replied. "I hope so."

Trunks and Pan used up the rest of the day making invitations for the party. Pan kept watching Trunks however, and hoping it would work out, for his sake.

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Bulma Briefs was cutting up vegetables for dinner. Rather roughly too. Vegeta had flown off after their fight had heated up and she was glad. Stupid insensitive bastard. She couldn't believe some of the things he had said. She started throwing the knife on the vegetables harder, pretending they were Vegeta's face.

He had only left a few minutes ago, which was fine with her. They had screamed at each other all afternoon and her voice was sore. She knew Trunks and Bra would be upset, but she really was glad he had gone. Vegeta would come back though, he usually did around dinnertime and there would be a silent meal, with evil looks.

All he does is stay in the stupid gravity room all day. He never comes out, except to eat and sleep. Then he yells at me when the machine breaks down because HE has worked it too hard. God, he expects me to do everything for him. He doesn't even know how to work the damn toaster!

All these thoughts made Bulma even angrier and she came close to throwing the knife across the room. While dinner was cooking, she pressed the button on her electronic beeper that she used to tell the kids when dinner was ready. All she had to do was wait until the kids got home.

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Bra strolled out of the movie with Goten about lunchtime. It had been a comedy and she had laughed until she couldn't breath. And having Goten with her made her even happier. After the movie, they had gone out for lunch and sat on the beach for the rest of the afternoon.

As evening came, Goten has driven her to his house in the air car. After a welcome by Goku and Chi Chi, they had gone up to his room. Goten was showing her his brand new DVD movie, her electronic beeper went off, telling her it was time for dinner.

"Sorry Goten I gotta go home for dinner." Bra told Goten. " I had a really great time today."

" So did I." Goten replied, " Do you want to stay for dinner? Mum can easily cook up more food for you."

"Oh no thanks Goten I can't. I have to be home tonight." Bra said sadly.

" That's ok, I can drive you home." Goten offered.

The drive home was wonderful, they had driven under the full moon and it seemed too soon that they had pulled up in front of her house. After a quick kiss and a sad goodbye, Bra hopped out of the car and headed to her front door. Goten drove away with a whoosh and Bra waved before she got out her key and let herself in.

"Hi mum, hi dad, hi Trunks, I'm home!" Bra called.

"Hi honey," her mum called back, "have a good time with Goten?"

"Yep!" Bra said as she entered the kitchen.

"How was the movie, good?" Bulma asked.

"It was sooo funny!" Bra answered. "I had the greatest time!"

" Where's Trunks?" Bra asked.

"In his bedroom, listening to music." Bulma replied.

Bra ran up to Trunks' bedroom and opened it. Trunks was sitting on his bed, writing in a book. He hastily shut it as she came in.

"Don't you ever knock!" Trunks said in a strained voice. "I want some privacy here Bra!"

"Sorry big brother." Said Bra. "How was your day?"

"It was ok, you?"

"It was the best! I saw the funniest movie!"

" Cool, now can you leave me alone?" said Trunks in the same strained voice.

"Fine, I will!" huffed Bra. "What's with you anyway?" She stomped out the door and walked into the kitchen.

" Where's dad?" Bra asked her mother.

" I don't know and I don't care!" replied Bulma, in a fury.

Uh oh, thought Bra. This doesn't sound too good. I bet they had another fight. I hate it when they fight! Why do they fight all the time? Trunks was looking weird too. This must have been a big one.

Bra sighed and went to the table for dinner. As they all silently ate their dinner, the two Briefs children were thinking the same thought.

All is not right in the Briefs house.

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So… what did you think? I hope you liked it and please r & r and no flamers please. I will get the next chapter up as soon as possible.