Notes: Everyone's view and crying I suppose.

Author: Gah, thank u everyone for reviewing, :cuddles: u make me so happy! Just talking right now though, bleh.

kynight: :laughs: Eh, his fate is pretty much sealed. Well until the end of course.

Erica: :chuckles: Yeah, I think he'd be more worried for his mum then Chi. And Gohan gets into the sadness too :thoughtfully: I think he's lost the most people in total. :grins: Goku? Could be, kinda sounds like it this chap.

animeprincess1452: :grins: I think Vegeta gives people reason to suspect him so yur not the only one. Bleh, I don't really like this chap though so I hope the update was worth it.

Majin-Bulma: :laughs hysterically: Ok, so yur right on that note but for everyone else that holds true. :grins: Driving? Sounds fun, don't crash into any trees. :winks:

Tilea: :grins: U think u know who the person is? :happily: And I liked this murder the most too. :winces: Sorry I didn't update fast enough though.

devilburns: Mm I don't know about Vegeta, see what u think of him after reading this chap.

Jay: :dizzily: Um, there aren't any secret affairs that I know of :grins: I try to keep things kinda the same as the original, family wise I guess. :smiles: It would be a good fic though. :blinks: And I forgot about Piccolo! I need to bring him back mebe.

"Isn't it going to be great Goten, I still can't believe my mom said you can come live with us." Trunks said gleefully.

Goten smiled and nodded, catching on to Trunks' chipper mood.

"I know everything will be better now, we can be happy and put all this crap behind us." Trunks said.

Trunks sighed and fell down beside Goten on the bed, gently touching the other boy's leg.

"Just you wait Goten, a few more calls and my mom will have you out of this hell hole."

Goten's expression seemed to darken and his eyes wavered away from Trunks' face.

"W-will you still love me after all this? Am I really worth everything you say?" He asked hesitantly, bowing his head against denial.

Trunks lifted his quivering chin with a gently finger. "Goten, how can you even ask that, of course I still love you." He replied firmly.

Goten flushed and smiled brightly.

"And once you get better, I'll show you exactly how much I love you." Trunks smirked.

"Hentai." Goten chuckled lightly.

"Always for you." Trunks smiled.

Goten sighed and leaned back on the bed, spreading out beside Trunks. "Well it seems as though things are getting better." He said thoughtfully.

Trunks nodded. "It is, everyone has been feeling a lot better." He reported happily.

Goten frowned. "What about the murders, he's not done proving his point yet." He pointed out.

Trunks grimaced. "It seems as though Yamcha and Puar were his last victims." He said.

Goten's eyes flickered momentarily. "Hate to say this, but you're wrong." He said flatly.

Trunks gained a confused expression as he looked at his companion.

"What do you mean?" He wondered.

Goten remained calm. "Our moms were the most recent." He shrugged.

Trunks froze. "What?"

Goten stretched onto his back with his hands beneath his head. He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Their life force vanished a couple minutes ago." He smiled.

"No." Trunks whimpered.

He scrambled to his feet, discarding the tangled sheets to the ground below and glancing once more at Goten in the case that his friend was playing some type of sick joke.

Goten merely shrugged at Trunks' worry and remained spread out on the bed.

Trunks suddenly shot out of the room without bothering to bid farewell to his friend and ran toward the elevators. As he reached an open one he jumped in and hurriedly pressed the button to the first floor.

The doors began to slide shut and as he looked up Goten was standing in the hall, smirking and waving slowly at him.

Trunks frowned and opened his mouth to speak but the soft slamming of the automatic doors cut off his confusion and he was faced by his own reflection upon the metallic doors.

As the machine made its way down to the ground floor Trunks' cell vibrated in his pocket.

His sweaty palm grasped for the phone and he nervously brought the piece up to his mouth. "H-hello?" He stammered.

"Trunks?" a choked voice on the other end questioned.

"Gohan, is that you?" Trunks frowned.

Sniff. "Yeah, it's me. Listen Trunks, you need to get over here as soon as possible, there was another murder." Gohan's voice lowered.

"Mom." Trunks gasped.

"What?" Gohan sounded surprised. "Trunks how did you know?"

Trunks' heart beat furiously in his chest. "Oh god please no." He sobbed.

"Listen Trunks, just get over here and we'll deal with this together I promise."

Trunks sniffled and nodded. "I'm on my way." He said brokenly.

The phone dropped to the ground uselessly as the dial tone began its annoying ringing. He slid to his knees in numbed shock, Gohan had just confirmed it, his mother was dead.

"Why?" He whispered.

He shook his head as tears came to his eyes and threatened to overflow. How had Goten known? Why was it that their mothers were targeted out of everyone?

"Damn I want answers!" He growled.

The doors opened along with the little bell and Trunks looked up into the shocked faces of a group of nurses.

"Mr. Briefs, are you alright?" One asked worriedly.

Trunks brushed aside her outstretched hand and hefted himself to his feet. "I need to leave." He said briskly.

He pushed past them, ignoring the curious glances he was receiving from the staff. As he raced down the hall eyes seemed to follow him as faces turned to watch his panicked gate.

He shook his head and covered his face as he ran out of the building and toward his car. He slammed into the driver's seat and revved up the engine quickly.

"Maybe it's not true, maybe it was a terrible mistake." He tried to reassure himself.

His car roared down the empty streets, flashing past the slower of cars. But as he pulled in closer to his own street he noticed the backup of squad cars and an ambulance.

He squealed to a stop and jumped out of the car, jangling his keys into his pocket without care.

He jogged up to the doorway, crossing the yellow tape that had been circled around his house, which successfully gave it the look of an unopened present, though a very grim one.

The door was thankfully wide open and he had no problems as he pushed past people to get in.

It was chaos inside, the scent of death assaulting his nose and reinstating his fear.

There was a sound though, somehow he heard it over the bustling of questions and whispers, and he quickly glanced around.

It sounded like crying.

His eyes flashed at the hurried-looking police officers gathered about the living room. Trunks' gaze drifted toward the source of the soft crying.

The kitchen, that's where they were, that's where…

Trunks shook his head, he didn't want to stop and think about it, if he did he knew he would loose control and spiral into madness along with Goten.

"Father?" He called softly, stepping toward the cursed room.

"Trunks." A hand rested on his shoulder, momentarily stopping his decent into darkness.

The boy glanced behind him through bleary eyes. "Gohan." He sniffed, already his bottled up emotions were beginning to leak through.

Gohan held out his arms to the broken youth. "Come here Trunks, it's okay." He soothed.

Trunks looked at his open arms and then turned back toward the doorway. Gohan watched him mutely as he contemplated what to do.

"Trunks, don't go in there, they haven't cleaned up yet." Gohan warned lowly.

Trunks was gone though and the warning flew over his head as the chanting in his mind to see the lies overrode every other thought.

"It's not true Gohan." He chuckled. "My mom and dad are in the kitchen."

He turned and grinned at the wide-eyed man.

"Can't you hear them?"

He ignored Gohan's protest, his last savior to the darkness extinguished by his own shadowed thoughts.

"Hey guys I'm home." He greeted as he pushed into the kitchen.

Blood.

It was everywhere, how anyone could spill that much blood and still live was a mystery to Trunks. His panicked eyes sought equally cold orbs in fear.

"Father, where's mom?" He whimpered.

The Saiyan Prince was oblivious to his heir, the man was crouched low to the floor, head bowed and silent.

"Dad?" Trunks whispered.

Vegeta's head shot up, the streaks on his face making it obvious that he had been crying.

"No." He hissed.

Gohan frowned and moved forward, sensing the situation was becoming dangerous.

"Vegeta, calm down, we're going to figure this out together." He tried to assure.

Vegeta growled, baring his canines. "No." He repeated. "She's gone! She's dead and she can't be brought back!" He roared.

Trunks' eyes widened at his father's words. "Dead?" He whimpered, finally being pulled from his denial.

Gohan reached out his hand, trying to pull Trunks away from Vegeta who was trembling in rage.

Vegeta's eyes flashed teal for a moment, gazing at Trunks with a deadly coldness.

"It was you wasn't it brat?" He snapped. "She always liked you more and you killed her!" He roared.

He lunged toward the shocked pair, his aim, Trunks.

"Vegeta no!" Gohan yelled.

His words were ignored and Trunks was dragged to the floor. As soon as his back touched down Vegeta took hold of his throat, squeezing forcefully.

"Vegeta!" Gohan yelled, struggling to pull the older man off his gasping son.

"No! I'll kill the little fag, it's his fault she was chosen, it's his fault!" He snarled.

"Daddy?" a small voice whimpered.

Vegeta stiffened and released his hold on the purple headed boy. He turned slowly and frowned in concern when he saw his daughter.

"Bra."

The tiny blue haired clone stood beside the back door with her little school bag slung loosely over her shoulder.

"Daddy, where's mommy? Why can't I sense her ki?" She pouted sadly.

Vegeta moved away from Trunks, standing and coming beside the confused little girl. He simply leaned down and gathered her into his arms, rubbing her back gently.

Gohan stared in amazement, not used to seeing this side of Vegeta before. He looked toward Trunks who was now sitting with silent tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

"Come on Trunks, let's get out of here." Gohan helped the boy stand.

Trunks watched his father and sibling begin to cry together. He turned away in disgust and pushed past Gohan out of the room. Gohan followed in confusion.

"Trunks." He tried to touch his arm.

Trunks snapped around, pulling his arm out of reach. "Don't touch me Gohan." He hissed, eyes flashing.

Gohan frowned at Trunks' odd behavior. "Trunks, are you okay? I just want to make sure you're alright, believe me I know how you're feeling right now."

Trunks snarled. "You know how I'm feeling?" He growled. "My mother is dead and my fucking father despises me now!" He screamed.

"Trunks my wife and daughter were killed!" Gohan yelled back defensively.

Trunks moved away from Gohan, and the older boy felt his energy spiking.

"Trunks what are you doing, there're too many people here to be powering up." He warned lowly.

Trunks laughed. "Do you think I care?" He grinned. "It's over Gohan, I've tried to ignore the signs around me but now I see that it's over."

His hair began moving through the invisible wind rising around his body.

"Trunks." Gohan said firmly.

"No Gohan! It's not fucking fair!" His hair spiked and bleached out. "Why is this happening Gohan?!" He screamed. "Why?!"

The house was rocking with the power emanating from the heartbroken boy. Tears were streaming past his dulling eyes and small hiccups of pain whimpered past his lips.

Gohan had no choice as he tackled the boy to the ground, the crews working on the evidence around them beginning to cry out in horror with the sudden earthquake.

Trunks fell to the ground weakly, snapping out of his saiyan form and staring up at the ceiling as Gohan pressed him onto the carpeted floor.

"Can I get some help over here?" Gohan called over his shoulder.

A few of the police officers came forward and held down Trunks limbs. Gohan shook his head.

"I'm going to need more people then that." He said.

He waited until at least twenty officers had come forward to help him before moving away from Trunks.

"I need to make a phone call." Gohan said to the men. "Make sure he stays down no matter what." He warned.

The police chief came forward and nodded. "My men will hold him down."

Gohan nodded and moved away from the group and into the next room.

As soon as he had left the room Trunks began to struggle.

"You can't hold me here forever." He hissed, eyes narrowing.

He kicked his legs away from the firm hands trying to restrain him.

"You all will pay!" He roared. "If you don't let me go right now!"

A young officer stumbled away from another room and glanced at Trunks in surprise.

"Sir, what are you going to do with him?" He asked.

"Take him to the asylum for the day." The police officer said gruffly.

The younger man's eyes widened. "But sir, he has no right being there." He tried to argue in Trunks' defense.

The chief glared at the youth. "I said to take him, his family doesn't want anything to do with him right now and we don't have time to deal with his crap either."

Trunks at the moment was screaming, wildly flailing his arms about him, and ultimately trying to escape the hold of the twenty officers holding him down.

He only stopped for a moment as the other man stepped into the room, demanding attention.

"Where are they?" Goku questioned.

His dark eyes locked with Trunks' own dull orbs and he nodded grimly towards the fallen prince.

Trunks merely stared back a moment more and then growled as he turned away.

The savior's son made his way through the throng of men supporting Trunks and made it to Goku's side.

"Dad." He murmured softly.

Goku looked toward his eldest in sadness. "Do they have any idea who did it?" He asked heartbrokenly.

Gohan smiled sadly with pity and shook his head. "No leads yet." He patted the warrior's shoulder in reassurance. "Don't worry, we'll find this guy."

Goku simply nodded and turned toward the kitchen where the sound of sobbing still echoed clearly.

Gohan followed his line of sight and sighed. "Vegeta and Bra." He tried to explain. He shook his head. "No matter how tough Vegeta tried to act it seems Bulma really did get past his arrogance."

Goku blinked in slight surprise, in the process stopping his own tears from spilling. "Vegeta's in there crying?"

Gohan nodded and pocketed his hands.

"He's the one who found them dad, what do expect." He cocked his head and sighed. "Even a warrior as cold as Vegeta can break, I mean even though he didn't act like it, Bulma was still his significant other."

Goku's face gained a haggard look and his skin paled considerably. "Chi." He whimpered.

Gohan frowned. "Dad, we're not going to let this bastard get the best of us." He growled in frustration. "He's taken all the people we care about, believe me I'm not going to sit back and take this."

Goku bowed his head and nodded. "I know Gohan." He whispered.

Gohan nodded and patted his shoulder. "Vegeta needs you, you understand what he's feeling right now."

Goku made a move to enter the kitchen but an angry scream interrupted his progression and stopped him in his tracks.

"No!" Trunks screamed.

Everyone snapped to attention, eyes locking onto the wailing youth being restrained on the floor.

"Where is she?!" Trunks roared. "What did you do with my mother?!"

His long time friends winced while the surrounding policemen watched mutely.

Gohan pushed past his father to lean beside the broken boy. He shoved the other men away from Trunks and held onto his quivering shoulders forcefully.

"Trunks, snap out of it, everything is okay." He soothed.

Trunks wide eyes locked onto Gohan's familiar face, mouth working as though to say something.

"What is it Trunks? Tell me what you want." Gohan urged.

Trunks' eyebrows knitted. "Goten, I need Goten." He said.

Gohan frowned. "You want to go to the institution?"

Trunks nodded furiously, sniffling sadly. "I want Goten." He looked up with watery eyes. "Gohan where is she, what did they do with my mommy?"

Goku came to kneel beside the two boys. "Don't worry Trunks, Bulma's in a better place now, she's with all the others."

Trunks turned to the older man. "Others?" He blinked. "What are you talking about, there were no others, everyone is fine." He said as though lost.

Goku nodded, slightly confused. "Videl, Pan, Krillin, Mirai…" He cut off, not wanting to cause more pain.

Gohan who had been bending over Trunks looked up. "Mirai?" He frowned. "Why did you mention his name?"

Goku shook his head. "Didn't you ever feel it?" He wondered. "When he was going to go back home something happened."

Gohan's eyes flashed worriedly. "What happened to Mirai?"

Goku's hand unconsciously rose to his neck. "Well he was murdered." He said as though it were obvious.

The sound of a pin drop could have been heard in the silence that greeted the oblivious man's words.

"Murdered?" Gohan managed to breath past the lump in his throat.

Trunks watched on, jaw unhinged in surprise, having only heard of the Trunks from the future from his elders.

Gohan shook his head in denial, not wanting to face the truth of his father's words. "Why didn't you tell anyone if what you say is true? Why doesn't anyone else know?" He demanded.

"I don't know Gohan, I thought everyone knew!" Goku tried to defend himself.

Gohan's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I think we would sense it if something like that happened dad." He pulled Trunks closer. "Plus that's not something to talk about at this time." He reprimanded.

Gohan rose to his feet, gathering Trunks' weak body in his arms and supporting the boy on his feet.

"I'm taking him now." He said sadly, as though his words were a death sentence.

Trunks followed him weakly, glancing back towards Goku with a confused expression. He tugged on Gohan's sleeve as they walked out of the house.

"What's wrong with Goku-san?" He murmured. "And what was he talking about?"

Gohan looked down at the boy who had obviously faced some type of mental trauma and frowned with tears in his eyes.

"Nothing Trunks, everything is going to be alright now." He said.

Trunks nodded mutely, oblivious to the world and the horrors he was momentarily leaving behind.

Author: Peoples I am so sorry I didn't update sooner! School sucks but again I've said that ne? K then, u know the drill, review and I update :sighs: albeit slowly, I'll try to go faster though!

-Red-