Author's notes: Okay. So now the plot starts to thicken. After this one the chapters are going to become longer 'cause now I've kicked off the story. So enjoy and please review:

I starred absently at Bra's huge television. I was watching some new sitcom. I wore one of Bra's burgundy silk shirts that she loves so much. She wouldn't mind. I hugged a pillow close to my body and tried to ignore the throbbing pain I still felt from my shoulder. It would be nothing compared to what Trunks would do later.

My mind bounced back and forth from Trunks and to Goten. What did or would he do? Would he mention anything to anyone else? My foot tapped the bed nervously. Everywhere I looked in the room I saw pink and I was getting tired of it. It was like the walls slowly crept towards me, and would eventually crush me.

I had sat in the room for a few hours since I had seen Goten. I was going stir crazy but I also feared what was going to meet me if I left. Then suddenly, tearing me from my thoughts, was a soft knock on the door. I knew who it was. He was so calm under the eyes of others. He would even enter the room quietly, but once the door was closed he was frightening.

I got onto weak legs and answered the door for my hateful lover. He gently pushed past me into the room. I shut the door slowly, focusing on the loud creak the door made. For a second he stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Even his breathing was barley audible. I looked to my feet, only catching glances of him through my eyelashes.

He cleared his throat theatrically, "Goten came and talked to me." He said. His voice was gruff. A surge rolled down my spine and I licked my lips. "You were careless." He hissed through clenched teeth. His anger was rising now and his fuse was short. I was silent still, letting him conjure up his own rage. I have a theory of why he does this to me, why he's so calm around everyone else but me.

I think that if he takes all his rage out on me, there is no more left to burn other people. So in a way, I was helping everyone else out, right? No matter the case, I allowed it and with pleasure. I will not lie; it scares me why I relish these moments. Maybe it's because I've always fought for his attention, and now I get it. His fingers twisted into a fist and he punched me, sending me far across Bra's vast bed.

They say wrath is one of the seven deadly sins…So maybe I'm suicidal.

I take a rigid breath and grasp the bed sheets in my hands. I know that when I don't make eye contact, that it angers him, so I don't look at him. Not even in his direction. I felt his hand grasp around my ankle and pull me underneath his body. His roughly takes my face into his hands and makes me look him in the eye, "Why wont you look at me?" He spat.

I pressed my hands against his chest and tried to push him away. I know that he loves when I put up a fight. He grabbed my hip in an iron grasp, his fingernails digging into my flesh. There would be a severe bruise there. My arms dropped to my sides and I whimpered slightly, it was something I could not stop. "Shut up." He said, being cautious of the people who inhabited the house with us. I closed my mouth quickly. But I guess mot quickly enough.

He slapped me across the face with the back of his hand. "If you mess up again you won't have a shoulder for me to bite, got it?" He whispers dangerously in my ear. I nodded dumbly and he let go of me, standing beside the bed and running his fingers through his fine hair. That's it? It's over? I sat up slowly on the bed, puzzled. "Wait…" I started.

He turns to me, "What?" He asked agitated. "Is that all?…" I asked. In a quarter of a moment he had me pinned against the wall with his hand wrapped around my throat, my feet dangling over the hardwood floor. "It was…Until you opened your mouth." He growled deeply. I gasped for air and pulled at his tensed fingers. He dropped me to my feet and pressed his body up against mine, not giving me enough time to catch my breath.

With one swift movement my pants were off as were his. He pulled me up and leaned me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck but he bit my forearm and I retracted swiftly. He entered me without any ease or care towards my way and I tried to move with his rhythm but it was continually getting faster. His fingers gripped my sides painfully. I bit my lip until it bled trying to hold back noises.

Anger is a symphony of things…And I am the composer

When he was done, and I was too, he laid his head in the crook of my neck. I felt his hot breath and I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his feverish body. "I love you…" I said. His head shot up and my eyes flung open. Had I just said that?

"What?" He asked. His voice wasn't angry but immensely confused. "I-I…" I stuttered. He pulled up his pants and stepped away from me. I did the same and fumbled with my zipper nervously. He starred at me with large eyes, "Did you just say you loved me?" He asked. I didn't look at him. How could I respond? He seemed so out of sorts that it made my heart beat with fear. I had told Trunks that I loved him, what was to await me now?

Author's notes: So there you have it. Chapter four. Stick around to see what happens!