A/N: Here is the second chapter. Let the drama begin.

Disclaimer: Um....read the first damn chapter

Chapter two: Please don't go

It only took Goten and Trunks ten minutes to get to the Son residence. Landing softly in the grass in front of his house Goten ran to his front door, his hand placed on the door knob but not turning it. He looked troubled and took his hand off the knob. Trunks walked up behind him, concerned that his friend wasn't running to his kitchen for a snack. Before he could voice his worry he heard yelling coming from the second floor of the house. It was faint and they couldn't hear what the voices were saying, but it was clear that the high pitch belonged to a female and the lower voice a definite male.

"Who is that?" Trunks curiosity reached its limit and he went around Goten to walk inside the house. The shouts that were so faint before increased tenfold as soon as the outside air met the artificial cool air of the A.C. Trunks became mesmerized by the stairwell as the yells became louder. He took his steps slowly and carefully; not wanting to make any sudden sounds as to alert the two upstairs.

"Trunks." Said person turned around to see his best friend still in the doorway. His hands fumbled over one another and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Please can we just turn back?" He spoke no louder than a whisper.

"But why?" Trunks' train of thought was interrupted by a loud smacking sound resonating from upstairs. No sooner than that happened did footsteps descend down the stairs. Gohan appeared at the bottom; a duffel bag on his left shoulder and a red mark adorning his right cheek. His frustration became surprise when he saw the two boys in the living room. Trunks stood shocked that is was Gohan of all people who had been screaming like that, while Goten stayed frozen in the doorway. Goten's eyes jumped frantically between his brother's face and the duffel bag on his arm. It was then he realized that Gohan was leaving him....with her. The tears that he had been holding back were now freely flowing down his face. He didn't move until Gohan was standing right before him. Latching onto his brother's shirt Goten's silent tears became full out sobs.

"Please don't go! I'm begging you!! Don't leave me here! Don't go!" The front of Gohan's shirt became soaked but it didn't matter. Seeing his little brother so distraught over him leaving was heartbreaking, but he didn't have a choice. He couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand them anymore.

"Goten. I'm sorry." With a kiss on the forehead Gohan gently moved Goten over to the side so he could get out. Goten continued to sob uncontrollably; his cries repeatedly turning into a furious coughing fit as he choked on his own tears. Trunks stood mesmerized at the scene of his best friend and brother. Nobody noticed Chichi coming down the stairs rubbing her wrist. Goten watched as Gohan left a trail of white ki behind him. His cries lessened into little whimpers as he shut the door. Trunks broke out of his trance hearing the lock click and let go of the breath he had been holding in. To him, that whole brotherly love scene, seemed so out of character. Why was Gohan leaving, and why would Goten be so choked up about seeing him go?

"What. The hell. Just happened?" Trunks comment remained a rhetorical question as Goten stared at the piece of wood that separated his freedom and his imprisonment. Turning on his heels Goten dragged himself to the kitchen where his mom sat pouring her second glass of rum and coke.

"Mom I'm sor-"

"And just where were you last night? I thought I told you to be home by 11?" The way she glared at him through the glass made his hands shake. He cast his glance downward to look at anything he could. The wood chairs, the plain white table cloth, anywhere but her eyes. The voice she used didn't make it much better either. He would rather be yelled at than be the recipient of the calm voice she was using know. There were only two reasons she used that tone: she was either tired or she was ready to hurt someone. He knew sleepiness wasn't the issue, not with is being 12:00 in the afternoon and with the way she was pouring alcohol down her throat she'd be up for hours. Whatever happened between her and Gohan really pissed her off.

Trunks, seeing how shaken up his friend was, decided to cover for him. "Well we were sparring and Goten got a concussion so he spent the night at my place. My mom was supposed to call you and tell you, but she was too busy burning breakfast."

No amount of amusement was present on Chichi's face as she listened to Trunks' bullshit excuse. Bringing the cup back up to her lips she never took her eyes off her youngest son. Her eyes squinted as the bitter tasting liquid made itself known amongst the bubbly concoction. Turning to the older of the two Chichi forged the most solemn smile she could and thanked the young teen for escorting her delinquent son home.

Not even getting a chance to say goodbye before he was ushered out the house Trunks managed to get out a 'call me later' before the front door was slammed in his face. Shrugging it off as another pushy parent he lifted into the sky and began his journey back to West City.

Goten remained in the same spot as before. The kitchen tile became very fascinating in the few minutes his mom left the kitchen to kick Trunks out. He noticed that not all of the tiles were the same color. Some were white while others were off white. There were a few that were even a very light beige color. His mother walked past him. Then she stood in front of him and told him to look at her. Goten didn't even lift his head up all the way before a hand came down upon him giving him an identical mark to the one Gohan left with a few moments before.

Chichi was deathly silent as she moved around the kitchen. She dug through one of the lower cabinets and pulled out a dusty bottle of vodka and three shot glasses. Sitting down she poured the clear liquid into each glass one by one, and one by one she downed each of them in one gulp.

"I don't know I why even bother. Gohan was hard enough wanting to be a fighter like his father. It's a shame. I thought the second one was going to be different. I should've had that abortion when I had the chance." She continued muttering to herself as Goten breath hitched in his throat and he took another interest in the tiles below him. After her fifth shot she looked back up at him. "Go to your room. And don't come out until I tell you to."

Goten rushed to get out of her sight. Busting open his bedroom door he threw himself onto his bed and cried himself to sleep; wishing his older brother would just come back home, and knowing that he wouldn't. What used to be their prison became his alone. With no way out and no help the only thing Goten could feel was trapped.

A/N: what did Gohan and Chichi argue about? Read the next chapter and find out. :D