Everybody knows the disclaimer routine, why even include it?

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Everything wasn't right here anymore. Not since she had been born. Trunks was enjoying the life he had. But his mother had to go and get pregnant again. She was the object of all of the attention. There weren't any big things, but the small ones never failed to piss him off.

When Bra was born, things had been fine and well. Trunks was entering middle school, and was doing excellent. He was always capable of earning his mother's praise, and his father even let it slip a few times. His best friend Goten was always there, ready to pull a big prank or just mess around.

As time went by though, to him the child seemed more like a mistake. Vegeta was never one to express feelings to anyone openly, but now he was allowing himself to be dragged everywhere by her. Trunks was even beginning to think his father was actually enjoying the periods of time he was with her. How could you like a bitch like her? She was just a damn spoiled brat. As for his mother, well, there seemed to be times when she just completely ignored him. She was instead attending to her younger child's needs. He didn't think he'd lost her until she chose to go to one of Bra's school gatherings instead of viewing his A+ quality science presentation. It was only a kindergarten thing! Wasn't that miniscule compared to his high school efforts? A few times he almost thought himself irrational, that this favouritism shit was all in his head, but that idea was quickly thrown out by the next thing Bra did.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been as atrocious if she didn't extend her influence beyond the family. And to Goten, of all people. He could've sworn they were friends with each other. Goten was always insisting that she be included. Why? To him it ruined all of the fun they could have.

Everyday his anger went up notch. Why did she have to ruin this perfect life he had? ________________________________________________________________________

"We're finally out of school for good!" Goten yelled happily as he sped away from Orange Star College in his brand new flashy sports car. Okay, so maybe it was Trunks' sports car. But Goten was driving anyway.

"So what are we going to do our first day out?" Trunks asked.

"I wish we could go dragonball hunting again."

"Yeah, it kinda sucks that we had to destroy them because the Kaioshin thought there were some sort of evil demons lurking inside." Trunks said.

"Those times were great. You, me, Pan, Ubuu, Marron, and Bra..."

"Yeah, my sister," Trunks mumbled almost angrily.

"Man, why are you always talking like you hate her? She isn't that bad you know."

"It would be bad enough without her being so 'friendly' with you."

"I'm flattered," Goten joked.

Trunks took this completely the wrong way. Angrily he unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and gave him a long hard stare before leaping out of the car and taking off into the air.

Utterly confused, Goten just watched him fly off. He didn't even know what the hell he said that ticked him off so badly. Sighing, he continued driving down the road, wondering if Trunks would care if he 'borrowed' his car for a little while.

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Arriving back at his house, Trunks didn't even bother to greet any of his family and instead preferred to barricade himself in his room. As his thoughts drifted, a voice suddenly spoke to him.

"Trunks I can solve all of your problems"

"Who was that?" He asked, looking for the source of the voice, only to find himself all alone in his room.

"Trunks, you remember me, don't you?"

"Oh great," he said angrily, "as if I didn't have enough problems you have to show your ugly face. You haven't bothered me since before I went to college. Now what the fuck do you want?"

"I just want to help."

'The last time you helped me, I almost got in serious trouble and was grounded for a rather excessive period of time. I don't need that to happen again'

"But I can solve your problems with your little sister."

Now Trunks was beginning to listen. 'Oh, really, and how would you do that?'

"Don't worry, I've got it all planned out for you. You have a lot of pent- up frustrations. I'm sure you could use a little stress-relief."

************ Well, let me know what you think. I'm not doing all this work for nothing you know. I'm just trying to set this in stone the next chapters will be plenty longer. By the way if you haven't figured it out yet he's talking to himself.