"Why didn't you tell them," I burst into Bra's room angry with her but relieved at the same time.

Bra looked at me like she had no idea what I was talking about. She quickly dismissed my rude intrusion and went back to looking at her schoolbooks. Her hand was moving quickly in her notebook, she was writing something she was trying to cover up with 'I'm studying' bullshit.

"Come on, what's going on? Why didn't you tell them I left you?"

"I'm not trying to cause any trouble Trunks, you are. If I tell them they will get pissed, or at least Vegeta will, and then I will have to put up with that crap for weeks. I just don't want to hear it," she spoke like nothing happened like it wasn't a big deal.

I choked down my anger. How could she not acknowledge me like that? She just sat there writing like nothing had happened between us in the car. It was as if she had been someone else for the past few weeks. "Well, I'm sorry," I whispered it but she still heard me.

"Trunks just don't. I don't want to talk about this anymore you need to give it up," she was still calm as ever.

My mouth opened but I could not say anything back. Nothing I would have said would have made her back down or change her tone. She was playing with me this was just some big game to her. Maybe she had some sort of control over our father too.

She stood on her knees and inched closer to the edge of the bed right into my face. "Trunks the only one who is being difficult here is you," she whispered in my ear calmly telling me my place, "What I did was not meant to hurt anyone and you weren't supposed to find out. He wanted me to have sex with him and if you can't see that in the way he looks at me you must be really blind," She took a sharp breath indicating she just had an 'ah-ha' moment," Or, you've been so distracted by your own desire for me to notice anyone else's. You got what you wanted, did you not?"

I nodded weakly. Her lips grazed the side of my neck when she spoke. She was playing and she was winning. "That's not all I want from you," I mumbled shyly she must have no idea how I really feel about her.

"Oh? What else could you want? Did you want to do it again?" My stomach dropped when I felt her tongue slide down the side of my neck. I was letting her control me but I didn't want to stop her. "I'm up for it if you are," she laughed backing up slightly so that we were face to face, "Just say the word."

I looked at the floor and felt my face flush. "Bra," I paused. She raised her eyebrows urging me to continue.

"Yes?" The words wouldn't come out. I wanted to tell her I loved her, tell her I wanted her to stay with me and away from dad, but it wouldn't come out. "Come on," she urged, " I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want." Her hands slipped down my chest and to my pants.

"Stop," I pulled her hands away, "This is not what I want. I don't want your meaningless sex."

"It's not meaningless," she laughed.

"Yes it is! You are willing to have sex with me and it will be the exact same as you having sex with dad."

Bra sighed, "Oh you want something special? That's bullshit and you know it. You are just mad about dad. Just let it go Trunks. I like you too," she teased.

I let go of her arms and looked away from her. "Please stop. I'm not stupid you know. You don't love anyone and I'm your brother you shouldn't love me and you shouldn't love our father either."

"I didn't say anything about loving anyone. It's much better that way anyway. Look at you, saying you love me so much but you are the one hurting and I am happy getting what I want."

"Are you really happy? Being dad's toy makes you happy?"

Bra shrugged, "I'm the one who is in control Trunks. I wouldn't let him use me unless that's what I wanted. You think I can't make him stop if I wanted to? There are plenty of ways to make sure that he never touches me again, but this is what I want." She laid her head on my shoulder and pulled me into her arms. "I told you that I am not trying to hurt anyone. You are only hurting yourself by reading too much into this."

"Why do you act so callous around our mother then?"

"Mom's just a shell. You know that but you don't want to admit it to yourself. She can't handle her life so she just retracted into herself. I don't want to hear anything about her. To me, she is dead, so just don't try to guilt me with how mom feels because she doesn't."

I knew that she was wrong about mom but she managed to make me believe her for a minute. Her words were heartless but she spoke so gently that I believed that she didn't want to hurt anyone. This was just another one of her stupid traps but I had blindly fallen in.

Bra kissed me on the lips pulling me further in. Her body was so small in my arms I could imagine that dad fantasized about breaking her every time she was in her arms. She felt like a small helpless animal and I felt like a sadistic kid squeezing her in my arms. She let out a small yelp under the pressure of my fingers on her skin. I realized I was gripping her harder than I originally thought.

"Sorry," I let go of her and tried to back up but she moved closer.

"No Trunks," She pulled my face back to hers and spoke in her calm gentle voice, "It's okay."

She continued to kiss me and I was pulled into her trap beyond any rescue. I was her toy now, just some person she felt like playing with at the moment. My mind was spinning, fooled by her gentle voice and touch. 'I win. I win. She's back.' I kept repeating it in my head until I believed it was true. Even on the way back to my room I was standing on top of some false pedestal glaring down at my father.

Mom was sitting in my room when I came in. She shocked me out of the high feeling that came after sleeping with my sister. Mom's face was blank and unreadable. She sat there staring up at me from the bed.

"Hi mom. Is there something wrong," I wasn't sure what to say to her but that seemed to be okay.

"Tell me something," She turned to face the window.

"Sure what?"

"Why are you always so upset all the time?" I was shocked to hear her say this. I didn't think she actually took any notice to what was going on around her.

"A lot of reasons, mom. I'm worried about you," I sat down next to her but still faced away from her.

"Why would you be worried about me?"

"No one else seems to be. I just don't understand what is going on with you. I want to help you but I don't know how. You never talk to anyone, you never tell anyone what they can do for you. At least go to the doctor and see what they can do for you."

Mom shook her head a little bit, "You think your father hurts me."

"I know dad hurts you, I'm not stupid. He hurts everyone. Dad's a monster."

"Why?"

"Because he hurts everyone! I just said why! Come on mom he sent you to the hospital didn't he?"

"No."

"You cut yourself? Why did you do it mom? What is going on with you? I want to help you but half the time you just speak about meaningless things."

"Vegeta didn't hurt me."

"He is hurting you, mom." I opened my mouth and took a deep breath. Was I really going to tell her? Wasn't she hurting enough from whatever she was suffering from?

She cut me off before I could tell her what was happening. Maybe it was for the best. "I know what you've been doing." What was she talking about? "I heard you with your sister. Why Trunks? How could you do that?"

My mouth dropped and stuck open. How could she turn this on me? How did she hear us? Maybe dad found out and told her. "Mom, I don't know what you mean." I hid farther away from her glance as she turned it toward me.

"Don't Trunks. I know what you've been doing. Tell me why you would do that. Please tell me."

I wanted to tell her I loved Bra. I wanted to tell her I wanted to save Bra from our father. I wished I could tell her that Bra was in love with me. The only thing I could get to come out was the typical, "I don't know."

We sat in silence trying not to look at each other. I could hear her start to cry. The room was so quite I could hear the sound of her tears hitting her clothes and my bed. After what seemed like forever she finally got up and left me alone in my trap. Maybe I should have told her about dad, it might have distracted her from what I did. Who was I kidding I knew it wasn't right. The worst thing was, she would probably end up crying to dad and he would probably come after me.

a/n: Okay sorry this took so long but I didn't know what to write lol. Everything I wrote felt like crap so it was better for me to just wait for something to come. Thanks for stopping by tell me what you think. More to come.