chapter four
my not-so good luck
"Trunks your coming home right now!" my Dad yelled so that everyone could hear it. "I don't want to Dad!" I yell back with abosulutly no fear in my voice. It was hard to believe that earlier that day we had been getting along like normal father and son. "I don't care what you want! You are my son and you will listen to me!" He yelled again. I then gave up. I started to slowly walk over to my Dad knowing that tonite my fate would be the biggest beating of my life. "I hate you father," I said so that just Dad could hear. I knew that my fate couldn't get any worse so I figured I might as well let him know how I feel.
After my Dad had finished trying to kill me, I went to talk to my Mom. I had learned by now that my Dad didn't mean it when he hit me but he could leave a few bruises. "Hey mom" I said as I found my mom in the worst position you could see her in, in front of the stove. "Hey Trunks, kami-sama what happened to you?" she asked as she saw all the bruises I had gotten from my Dad. "Nothing I'm fine," I lie to her, the truth was I felt like I shouldn't be walking. She didn't know the little secret between me and my dad, in fact the only people that knew were my dad myself and Goten. "Trunks don't lie to me! I know something happened! Now tell me!" She said, very worried. I walked over and sat down at the table. I had to sit down the worst bruise was was on my knee. It covered half the front of my knee. My mom brought some ice over to me and put it on my knee. "Trunks tell me what happened," My mom said quietly. "Dad happened" I said as quietly as I could. "What do you mean" Mom asked me with a worried face on. "Dad's been secretly beating me since I was five," I said giving away the seven year old secret. "Kami-sama Trunks why didn't you ever tell me?" My mom said more worried than ever. "'Cause I didn't want you to be mad at Dad, I didn't want you guys to leave each other and I didn't want Bulla to not have a Dad," I said bursting into tears. "Trunks if you have a problem with your father you should tell me, I'll work it out with him," mom said reassuringly "You mean like you always do, by yelling at him for things that aren't even his fault?" I said in an annoyed tone. "Trunks, that's not a big thing, if it were something like this I would talk it out with him, the way I yell at him, he know's that it's just how I show that I'm worried," She said after a long pause. "So he understands it, huh," I ask. "Yeah he does," my mom said, clueless to what I was planning. "So thats why he beats me after you yell at him each time?" I ask. "He does?????" my mom asked obviously completly shocked. "Yeah, mom you can't tell Dad that I told you this, if you do then I'm dead, literaly." I said, with obvious worry for myself in my voice. "Trunks, I have to tell your father that you told me this, otherwise I can't talk it out with him," My mom said to me, "Then don't talk it out with him!!!" I yelled at her. What me and my mom didn't know was that my Dad was right outside the kitchen listening to our conversation, he was mad that I had told mom about his little secret but he was happy that I was so worried about their relationship and my younger sister. "So you finally told her?" My father finally cut in. "Ahh Dad," I screamed while trying to run from my moms grasp. "Lemme go i gotta get outta here!!!" I was yelling at my mom. Then my Dad walked over and...
a/n hee hee...another cliffie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just to let people know, this isnt my first fan fic but its the first one that ive put up online. five reviews till the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!! still short i know i know please dont flame me for it im trying i really am