As Vegeta stared out the window in horror, he suddenly jerked his head back toward Trunks's bed to check and see if Kakarot's child was wounded. Goten was sound-asleep and unharmed, and unaware of anything that had happened for that matter. Vegeta rushed back to his bed-room, crept up to his bed and began to shake Bulma violently in an attempt to wake her from her sound resting.

"Huh?" mumbled Bulma in disress as she slowly opened her eyes only to find her husband with his hands on her chest and the expression of fearful terror in his eyes. She could tell something was horribly, horribly wrong.

"Vegeta..?" she questioned softly. But Vegeta knew he didn't have to say anything, as Bulma rolled out of bed and ran into Trunks's bed room. But instead of finding both boys resting peacefully, all that was there was shattered glass, the feeling of wind blowing at her face even from the doorway, and the comforting sounds of a little child's breathing.

"He's gone." Vegeta began.-"Look on thw window-sill."
Bulma walked over to the window, and looked down and that blood-red marks that stained the snow-white wood of the window-sill. Bulma gazed out the window, a tear slowly fell from her eye as she said a silent prayer that Trunks was alright.

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