This was not of the good. I stammered and was beginning to panic. Why were they all looking at me? Something on my face? I brought my hands and started to rub the hell out of my face.

My mother and Chi-Chi pushed pass the crowd. They did not look amused whatsoever and I do not blame them. Maybe my rant was a bit loud and dramatic but it was what I was feeling and was going on right now.

"Is this true, woman?" My dad was in the back, his usual spot at social gatherings. Close to food but far away enough from the people. Why we had a shindig was beyond me.

All sounds stopped at my father's voice. All eyes were on my mother.

"This is not the time or the place for this conversation and you know it."

He scoffed and I wanted to run away from this but my legs refused to corporate. The air was getting thin from tension. I hoped that they would just-

"You cared enough to tell our children so why not me? Well?"

"Fine," my mother hissed, " Yes. That is how I feel and what I think. So are you?"

I think some people were trying to leave while a few decided to enjoy their show.

"I'd ask the same of you. But no, I am not having an affair."

"Ask the same of me? You think I am cheating? On what grounds? How can you possibly--"

Dad turned away from her and waved his hand dismissively.

"I can't smell him on you Bulma."

Dad, gross.

Trunks and I met each others gaze from across the room. He wanted me to go to him, but my legs were still not functioning.

"Smell who? A fellow worker? I come in contact with my fellow humans. I don't isolate myself!"

She crossed her arms and turned away from him.

They were soulmates, my parents.

"Um. I think we should get going." Krillin tried to move through the crowd and was not having much luck.

"No! This is a party and everyone is going to have a good fucking time!" My mother marched over to our stereo and turned the volume up.

"Even if I have to kill you all, everyone is going to have fun!"

Forced fun. Interesting.

My mom left the crowd, followed by Chi Chi and later dad. Everyone was trying to regroup but a loud shriek that screamed

"I AM NOT FUCKING GOKU, YOU ASS!"

And everyone died again. Least the focus was switched a bit. Goku stopped eating, and started to choke on whatever he stuffed his face with.

"I knew it." Eighteen sighed . . annoyed?

Chi Chi stormed in, her face was pale.

"Going home. Now." She said that to Gohan. They quickly left. Goku ran after them.

I think I just killed two marriages and in the matter of two minutes. I hate myself sometimes.

"Bra."

I lowered my head. My brother now probably hated me. Oh well. I was mad at him anyway.

"Trunks."

He touched my shoulder.

"I told you that in confidence. You are so lucky he didn't hear your rant. It was pathetic. Good job. You ruined Christmas and who knows what else."

Oh what the hell.

"That's always what I love to hear from you."

I turned to face him. I didn't need this right now.

"You're my sister and I love you, but grow up."

Me grow up? Where does he get off?!

"Me grow up? How many adults do you know that jump out the window of their office when they have to actually do something at work!"

We glared at each other.

"Lovely, looking for you. Why's everyone so.."

Ah. Now Downer M shows her face.

"Long story."

Trunks surveyed the room.

"It's like a soap opera. Missed the show. I'm going to look for Goten." He smiled at her, glared at me and then left our side.

"Soap opera eh? Who died? Who had sex?"

I tried to bite my tongue on the sex comment.

"My dad thinks Goku is boinking my mom. Thy had a fight and Chi Chi and company left."

Marron's eyes glazed over,

"Your dad and Goku fought? Were they shirtless?"

I about died at that.

"No. My dad and mom--and ew."

M has a crush on my dad?

"Damn."

Fear confirmed.

"Just saying--no offense but your dad and uncle G are so damn hot."

I felt like a drowning fish.

"Daddy is not hot. He's old and so is Carrot!"

Why did I still call him Uncle Carrot? I think he hates it.

"They so are."

Hello, related to one.

"Did you forget that I grew up with both of them? They changed my diapers!"

Why the hell did I shout that??

"I know. Plus Vegeta isn't my father so I have no reason be grossed out."

Bitch.

"Okay can we change--"

"It's his spandex. Well, both look good in it I bet, but those pictures of your dad in spandex."

M went to her happy place and I died further inside.

"Really do not want--"

"And Goku dude. When he goes super and his hair is--"

She sighed dreamily. What the fuck?

"Goku?" I blinked.

"Yes."

She nodded and licked her lips.

Ew. I hate this conversation.

"M I have to go over there. Check on my mom and dad. Um. Be right back." I walked backwards and then ran.

It didn't take long to find my mom, she was in her room crying. My brother was holding her. I froze. Fuck.

"Mom?"

She looked up.

"What?"

"I'm sorry."