There were a few weeks after that when I could not speak. Bra acted normal, she came to my room to hang out and sleep. It didn't even seem to strike her as odd that I wasn't talking, but she didn't say much to me either. She lies next to me in bed, sleeping on my arm. All I could do was trace the scars on her back. My mind drifted with the marks up her back. Images of what I could do to her started trickling in my mind. I could have killed her then or hurt her. 'It would be so easy,' I thought as I slid my hands on her neck, 'to squeeze the air out of her. To take her life.' Her body moved off of my arm and towards the end of the bed. She hadn't woken up but I decided not to push it further.

After much debate and a lot of time to think about it, I decided to confront my sister. However, I knew I couldn't just go up to her and say something about it, I was going to have to catch them again. As much as I didn't want to see them together I told myself it was for a greater good. I would confront her and she would hopefully have to stop the affair. Maybe I would even tell her I love her and he's just using her. She would come around all I had to do was help it along.

I had forgotten how long it took me to catch them the first time and grew impatient. The sooner I could catch them the sooner she would come to her senses. All I could think to do was to find a way to get my mother out of the house, if she was gone for the day they would be able to do what they wanted without too much worry. I may even be able to make them think that I am out of the house for the day. The plan was exciting me and I almost laughed out loud at the idea. After I fixed Bra all I would have to do is help my mother leave dad, then life would be perfect.

Bra headed off to school in the morning leaving the rest of us silent at the table. My mother was pushing the food on her plate around and my father was watching her. What was he thinking? I wanted to know. Her eyes moved from the food to my father's eyes, but he looked away. Maybe he had some guilt in his heart. I laughed to myself, dad feel guilty, what a joke.

"Are you going to eat or not," Dad didn't even look at her when he talked to her. Instead his head was turned to the wall.

Mom stared at the back of his head for a moment and shrugged off his comment. I smiled at her, "You should eat mom. Did you have a good time with ChiChi?" She didn't answer, didn't even look at me. Her silverware dropped from her hands onto her plate and she pushed her plate to the middle of the table. Dad slammed his fist on the table and stormed out of the room without saying a word. Did he actually care about her?

"Can I help you mom," I gathered up the stuff on the table and she helped.

"Thank you," she mumbled smiling.

"Mom," I tried to catch her before she left the room, "What is dad's problem?"

"Oh it's okay Trunks you don't have to help me," She was either losing it or good at pretending she was. "Go on now."

I nodded, "Okay, mom. I love you." I waited for a second to see if the silence would break but it didn't.

On my way back to my room I heard the training room door slam shut, dad must have been in there. I still couldn't believe that he had actually acted like he cared about what mom did, even acknowledged her existence. If he cared why was he sleeping with his daughter?

Later that night I walked around the house in the dark. Bra wasn't staying in my room so I figured I might be able to catch her doing something bad. To my disappointment I found her asleep in the living room. Her school books were laying under her head, she still had a pen in her hand. I decided to pick her up and bring her back to her room. Her body was so light in my arms I felt like some sort of hero carrying her to safety. I smiled to myself thinking, 'Soon you'll be safe from him. I promise.'

On my way back to my room I heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. It sounded like someone was in there but I couldn't quite make out what the noise was. Bra was in her room so it couldn't have been her. I took a deep breath and walked over to the bathroom. The door opened easily under my soft touch. Mom was sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest holding her arm. Blood slipped down her arm like a tear, it was in her hair and on her face. I panicked, "Mom! What happened!" I rushed to her side and searched her body for the blood. Mom was crying hard I couldn't calm her down.

The blood was coming from a cut below her stomach. She kept touching it and smearing the blood on her body. I could feel tears start to come to my eyes I couldn't get her to calm down. My mother was bleeding so much I thought she would just bleed out. Dad finally came to the bathroom and I realized I was yelling at mom trying to figure out what happened. He pushed me out of the way and grabbed her hands so he could look her over. I ran to the other room to call someone.

Mom ended up in the hospital of course. Dad, Bra, and I stood in the hallway waiting for the doctor. I kept my eye on my father watching his expression. Searching for some concern, anger, or any emotion. He looked back and my and shot me a glare, "What?"

"What happened to mom?"

"I don't know," he looked away. I shook my head but this made him angry. "What Trunks!? You think that I did that to her," he laughed, "You don't know anything."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything to her. She does this to herself. She's crazy."

"Well what have you done to help her," I tried to hold back the anger but I couldn't help myself. "What the hell have you done for her! You don't even notice that she's around half the time."

"I don't have to answer to you."

All the anger was about to come out but I had nothing to say to him. I slammed my fist into the wall and walked out to the waiting room. Vegeta laughed behind me but he didn't stop me from leaving. We found out that mom was going to be in the hospital for a little while longer and I took Bra home.

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