A.N: I know.. That I shouldn't do this.. But I did. -.- I'm sorry that it's so short.. I'm just really having a bad… month.. *sighs*

The sharp knife impaled Bulma's side, causing the blue haired beauty to jump up out of a dead sleep.

"Mommy!" Bra screamed, her azure eyes sparkling with regret.

Bulma winced, and although the knife hadn't submerged itself too far in her stomach, she was losing blood fast.

"Mom--"

The older woman sat up coughing, and spitting up bile. Her hands shook, and she took small, shallow breaths.

"Bra.." Bulma's words were forced through grinded teeth, as she stared at her daughter, confused.

Before Bra could manage to answer, her older brother burst in the door.

Trunks purple hair swayed as he entered the room, scanning the surroundings. He had awoken from a dead sleep, because he had smelled the ominous scent of blood.

"Mom?! What happened?" Trunks walked towards his mother, quickly. Bending down to examine her wound.

Bulma didn't answer at first, her eyes were deadlocked with her daughter,

"Mom?.." Bra's voice was wavering, as she dropped the blade from her hand.

"Bra.. H-how coul.." The pain in Bulma's stomach caused her words to be cut short.

Trunks eyes flashed and he turned towards his sister. "I don't believe you.." He mumbled..

//Don't listen to them.. They wanted to hurt you, remember?//

Bra whimpered, and backed up into the wall behind her. "I ca-can't.. trust you.." Her voice was cold and complacent, as she stared at her family.

Trunks raised a lavender eyebrow, "What?"

Bulma brought her hand to her stomach, the blood still flowing freely. "I..ugh-" She tried to speak, but the words weren't coming out right.

Trunks turned his attention from Bra, to his Mother, and tried to help her up. "Don't.. worry. You'll be fine, Mom. The cut doesn't look that deep.."

Bra frowned, and slid her back all the way down to the floor. She sat in a kneeling position, curling her body tightly into a fetal position.

//Told you.//

The younger woman shook her head sadly, and continued to whine softly.

She firmly closed her eyes.

As if the people standing in this room didn't have enough to worry about, at this moment, Vegeta walked in.

His hair was disheveled, and his expression was that of pure annoyance.

"What's going on?" He demanded gruffly, staring at his bleeding wife.

Instead of showing a look of compassion and sympathy, he stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I don't know.. I just woke up." Trunks explained slowly, glancing sideways at his father. Didn't he ever care, about anything?

The tension in the room was tangible, and Bulma's shallow breathing was getting slower.

"Who did this?" Vegeta demanded brusquely, glaring around the room. His fists clenched together, in a spasm of anger.

"I did.." Bra's voice was docile, as she stared down at the ground.

"Why?" He demanded, through grinded teeth.

Vegeta stared at her for a moment, before walking to her and glaring down. His eyes filled with an indescribable revulsion, and for a moment, he was sure that he was going to kill his own daughter.

((Gah.. I'm sorry it's so short.. *Sighs* I need sleep.. I'll make up for it, in the next chappie.))