Over the next week I waited for him to do something horrible to me. He watched me because he knew that I heard him talking to my mother. The wait was worse then the punishment could have ever been but he knew that and he was thoroughly enjoying putting me through the stress. Every morning he would be there, watching me, smirking as I averted my eyes.
When I was alone I thought about how I would like to kill him. I would gladly watch him suffer for taking away my sister's innocence. He always held himself with a false sense of pride that I would be honored to knock out of him. The thought was exciting, I would be able to help my family and take them away from that freak once and for all. Bra would realize that she was only being used for his sexual pleasure she really had no control in the matter.
Of course reality would always come crashing down on me. There was no way I would be able to kill him he would fight back and I would be guaranteed to lose. Mother would probably freak out on me because I would not be able to tell her the truth about dad and she would think I was just acting crazy. The fantasy of killing my father made me feel big but the truth was I was small and there was nothing I could do but ride out this awkward phase.
The worst part was the treatment I got from my mother. I expected the behavior from my dad and I could have cared less if he talked to me but my mother was different. She wouldn't look at me or talk to me and seeing her always sparked a sickness in the bottom of my stomach. Worse yet was watching her try to get some sort of comfort out of my father. Even when I caught glimpses of him being affectionate toward her it made me want to kill him. I wanted to run over there and wake my mother from that naïve dream of my father she had. He was a monster somewhere in her mind she had to know that.
Mom didn't say anything to Bra and she got to roam the house with virtually no consequences. Dad mostly ignored her but managed to send an occasional smirk her way after she would make some suggestive comment. I didn't understand how mom could be totally oblivious. Most of her time was spent fighting Bra's attempt to suck up to her. She must have been mad at Bra still too but she sure didn't show it the way she did to me.
I felt like a little kid again. I wanted to fight with my sister about who's fault it was and tell her how unfair I was being treated. Instead I decided it was probably time to do something with myself so that I could get out of the house a little more although I wasn't completely ready to leave yet. I enrolled in college and tried to brush up on my studies before I dove back into it. It provided a good distraction for a little while but it was still hard for me to get away from my father. It took a while for me to forget about the punishment that he promised my mother.
Time went by slowly and I faded into the background of my family. My mother started up some medication and stopped being so weird around the house. She started working again and spent most of her time alone. I started to ignore my sister and my father for a while but Bra made sure that I never completely forgot that she was there. My stress was pushed on to other things that were more important than what Bra was doing and for a while we seemed to live normal again.
School served as my escape to reality and I was adjusting beautifully. I had always wondered what normal people thought about before they went to bed and at that point I was starting to see what it was like. People talked to me a little but no serious friends came out of it. My grades were high but then they always have been. I was on my way to something normal until my dad added himself to the equation.
It had been almost a year since my mother over heard Bra and I together and I had almost forgotten about my father's words. He said he'd take care of me and I guess when Vegeta says he's going to do something then he is going to do it. At first he must have thought that staring me down was scaring me enough but when I finally started ignoring him he decided to make the bigger move. Maybe he would have forgotten about it if I had kept to myself a little more. I should have completely pulled myself out of that place I don't know why I was thinking I could co-exist.
After trying to ignore Bra for a while I decided that I should go talk to her. I figured I might be able to brush my feelings aside and be friends with her again. The thought even crossed my mind that I may be able to help repair the damage I had done to her earlier. I pushed aside my homework and headed to her room to see her. I guess I forgot about the thing with her and dad for a minute because I walked through the house like there was nothing to be careful of. I opened her door without knocking and I saw them standing in front of me. My little sister was in the arms of her father staring at me in shock. I quickly turned away from them but my father caught me by the arm.
"I'm sorry. I should have knocked," I struggled to find the right thing to say to make him back off me. My voice stuttered through like some scared kid, I sounded pathetic.
Vegeta's grip tightened on my arm, "Where are you going."
I chocked on my words, "I- I'm sorry I'll leave."
"Don't act stupid! I know you've known about this for a while."
My heart stopped. If he knew why didn't he do anything? Was he waiting for me to catch them? "Know what? What are you talking about?"
He pulled me into the room and threw me against the wall. I heard Bra gasp, "Vegeta! Knock it off! He didn't do anything."
"What the hell do you think you are doing spying on everyone? Mind your own business," He walked over to me ignoring Bra.
I tripped over myself trying to get off of the floor, "I didn't see anything. I don't know what you are talking about. I'll leave. I want to go!"
"It's too late for that," His voice made my sister jump, "I know what you've been doing. Keep your hands off your sister!"
I could feel the emotions change. The anger built up in my stomach making my body shake as I stood there. Vegeta smirked at me noticing this. "What the hell are you talking about? You're the one who's been fucking her for god knows how long! You think what you're doing is any better? I think you're lucky mom didn't walk in on you!"
Vegeta crossed his arms and laughed at me.
"You make me sick! You're never around and when you are you pretend like you give a shit about mom then you go sneaking around with your daughter! What the hell's wrong with you?"
"You don't need to drag your mother into this. What made you think she would be happy with you thinking you love your sister? You tried to make your sister into whatever twisted image you have of her. There's something wrong with you! Stop making everyone else out to look like a freak it's you!"
Bra touched Vegeta's arm calmly, "Dad I-"
Vegeta knocked her hand away, "Don't! Just shut up!"
He stepped closer leaving her in the background. The look of terror on her face broke my heart. I had created this monster with everything I had ever said to her. I kept her close to me and away from the world she had no chance to be normal.
In one quick motion Vegeta punched me hard in the stomach. I went down quicker than I thought I would against him, maybe it was the fear in me. The last thing I saw was Bra drop to her knees and the last thing I remember hearing was her scream.
A/N: I hope who ever said they were annoyed with Trunks doesn't hate the story because I'm actually kinda glad that you got the point. None of them are right, get it? Thanks for the reviews!