"There's nothing you can give her."

"You don't have anything."

"Why do you want to take it all away from her?"

"You can't give her anything but misery, and you know it."

Vegeta watched as Bulma stood in front of him. Her face lacked emotion. She was standing still, not even looking at him. He walked up to her, nervously, and tried to touch her face but she stepped back. Her blue eyes finally landed on his face.

"Stay away from me." she said. "Your life is a train wreck, and I don't want to be dragged into it."

Vegeta's eyes widened and he tried to answer, but he couldn't. No sound came out of his mouth and Bulma turned away from him.

"You can't give me anything. I will be the heir of Capsule Corp and you'll always be Frieza's little slave. You don't have a family and now you don't even have me."

A knot formed in his throat and Bulma's shape slowly disappeared into darkness. Frieza appeared in the spot and Vegeta stepped back, terrified.

"I told you nobody would ever love you."

Vegeta woke up with a gasp.

He was still on the bathroom floor. He screwed his eyes shut as pain invaded him and he tried to breathe. He slowly remembered how Bulma and Goku had found him and healed him, and he was somewhat disappointed that they had left, but he knew it was for the best. He looked down at the infected cut and noticed with relief that it had stopped bleeding and the redness around it had lessened. He slowly got up, groaning and gasping with the effort, and put his shirt and sweater back on, before exiting the bathroom.

When he got to his house, it was extremely quiet.

There were no maids, no businessmen talking to Frieza in the dining room... nothing. But it wasn't just any silence. Vegeta could sense that something was wrong. His body tensed in anticipation as he slowly walked to the stairs.

He suddenly sensed someone behind him and barely had time to turn around before punch sank into his belly.

"How was your day, Vegeta?" Frieza asked as he watched Vegeta fall to his knees. "Something you'd like to share with me?"

Vegeta's eyes widened and he looked up at Frieza.

"N-no." he said. He slowly got back on his feet and looked away as Frieza's eyes followed his every move. The man crossed his arms.

"My sweet Vegeta," he said softly, sending chills down Vegeta's spine. "What have I told you about LYING!" he screamed the last word as he punched Vegeta in the face. The boy stumbled but didn't fall to the floor. "I have eyes and ears everywhere."

Vegeta glared at him. He was truly surprised at himself. He was scared, obviously, but he didn't think rage could still boil inside of him like that.

"I told them to stay away." he said. Frieza's eyes widened at how stable his voice sounded. No stuttering, no trembling, no apologetic tone. "They wanted to heal me and I told them to stay away from me, but I was too weak to walk away or even move from the spot thanks to the wound you infected with your stupid poking."

"Oooh... I see your spirit is back." Frieza said. "Finally. I thought I had broken you for good. Are you finally bouncing back up from that week of torment?"

Vegeta swallowed as he remembered it. He shuddered and closed his eyes but the rage was still there. He hadn't felt rage like that since before he had escaped Frieza, and it gave him some sort of energy... He opened his eyes again and clenched his fists.

"If you're going to punish me, get it over with. You and I both know that after these past few weeks there's a slim chance that I'll survive." he growled.

Frieza crossed his arms and stared curiously at Vegeta. It was odd, the way he was acting. He was fighting back, from the way he glared at Frieza and how his body tensed with anger... but his words sounded like he was giving up. It was confusing but also extremely frustrating. He wanted to see Vegeta cry in fear like he did when he was eleven-years-old... or at least just cry in pain. He smiled.

"I'm glad you have a fighting spirit. You'll need it where we're going."

"What?"

"Your girlfriend is waiting for you and, from what I gather, she's not very happy."

Vegeta's eyes widened.

"What did you do to her?" he asked in a whisper.

"Nothing, yet."

"Where is she?! !" he shouted, his fists clenching and his lip curling up in rage.

Frieza laughed.

"I told you you'd bring her misery, Vegeta. I told you I'd hurt her if you continued disobeying." the man said, walking closer to Vegeta.

"Where the fuck is she?" Vegeta growled, his whole body trembling in rage. Pain and fear seemed to be forgotten.

Frieza launched a fist at his face and, surprisingly, Vegeta blocked it with his forearm. Frieza frowned and decided to act quickly. He grabbed his broken hand and squeezed, making Vegeta scream in agony. Small cracks came out of his hand as Frieza squeezed harder, forcing him onto his knees, and soon blood dripped down their hands. Vegeta, in desperation, tried to reach with his other hand and push Frieza away, but the monster grabbed it as well and did the same, squeezing until it cracked even more and blood came out of it. Vegeta's raw throat screamed in a high pitch, his eyes closed shut and his body squirming to get away from the torturous hold.

After a few minutes, Frieza crashed his knee against the boy's forehead, making him pass out.

Bulma had never been so scared in her entire life.

On her way home, someone had grabbed her from behind, covered her face with a bag and thrown her into a car. She had screamed and writhed as she felt hands grabbing her wrists and ankles. Finally, something hard slammed against the side of her head and she was rendered unconscious.

She had woken up with a horrid headache, tied to a chair in a dark room. She had screamed and shouted for help, but nobody heard.

She had cried in absolute fear, too.

Finally, the sound of a door opening reached her ears. The light from outside filtered into the room and she saw two tall silhouettes, and from what she could gather, they were men. Her fear intensified.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" she shouted, terrified. "My father will have you thrown in jail for the rest of your lives if you don't let me go!"

The men laughed and closed the door, shutting them in darkness again.

Then, they switched on the light.

Bulma almost peed herself.

The room was horrible. It was empty except for thee shelf stacked with torture devices and the chains hanging from the ceiling. It reminded her of Frieza's basement, which she had seen in the pictures on Christmas. The men before her were extremely weird as well. One of them was gigantic, extremely buff and big. He had a tuft of orange hair on his head. The other one was smaller, with long, white hair on his head. They had evil smiles on their faces and Bulma cowered.

"Your threats don't scares us, love." the white-haired man said, smiling.

"Yeah, shut up." the other one said.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she breathed in fear. Her eyes darted quickly to the torture weapons and she squirmed in fear. Would they use those on her? The men didn't answer and she closed her eyes shut, trying not to start crying again.

A car pulling over was heard outside. She swallowed as the door slammed and footsteps approached.

The door opened. She gasped, her eyes widening and a new wave of fear assaulting her.

Frieza walked inside, smiling evilly at her.

"Mrs. Briefs." he said. He turned to his men. "Recoome, he's in the car. Bring him in, would you?"

"Kay." Recoome said, his stupid voice full of glee.

Frieza slowly walked closer to Bulma, making her squirm and writhe to try to get away from her bonds. The man clasped his hands behind his back and smiled down at her, his face irradiating evil. Bulma glared at him, wishing there weren't teartracks on her face.

"What the hell do you want?" she growled.

"Well, look at that fire. I see why Vegeta took a liking to you."

Not a moment too soon, Recoome barged back into the room, carrying Vegeta over his shoulder. He walked up to the center of the room and unceremoniously dropped him on the floor. He groaned, but didn't awaken fully. Bulma gasped and tried to lean forward, but her wrists and shoulders hurt with the simple action. There was blood on his temple and on his hands.

"Vegeta." she said softly. "What did you do to him?"

"Did he tell you about the new rules I imposed on him?" Frieza said. He turned around and walked over to Vegeta's fallen body. "He can't talk to you or his friend Kakkarot. And he disobeyed. Twice." the monster said. "Although I reckon the second time was sort of your fault. He tried to explain to me how he couldn't move yet you still walked over to him."

"Leave him alone." she said in a choked voice. "Haven't you done enough already?"

"It's never enough with Vegeta." Frieza said. "That time he tried to defend you from that guy, I really tried to make him regret it. He directly broke my rule. So, you see, I hammered his hands until he begged and cried like there was no tomorrow. I hammered until all of his fingers were pointing in different directions and all of the bones were cracked. And I also hit him with a hammer in the face. I think I cracked his cheekbone. Do you see it?" He used his foot to turn Vegeta's face, showing the injury on his face. Bulma had already seen it up close when she was healing him in the bathroom, but it didn't make things better. "Then I stabbed him continuously. You should've seen how he screamed. One of them got infected because I sank my finger into it the next day until he passed out. And I also hit him with a cane, everywhere. You saw the welts, didn't you? You cleaned them up... I think Vegeta couldn't do it very well because he couldn't use his hands."

Bulma tried not to show any emotion. She knew Frieza was just playing games with her head... but a tear still escaped one of her eyes as she imagined the horrible torment Frieza had put him through. And all because of her...

"But then he disobeyed again. My spies saw you. I have eyes and ears everywhere, you see. So now... This calls for a much more extreme punishment. One he from which can't heal and that will accompany him for the rest of his life." Frieza said. Bulma's eyes widened when she realised that he meant... her. He would hurt her.

She couldn't dwell on it very much as Frieza sank his foot into Vegeta's stomach. The pain jolted him awake with a gasp, his eyes wide.

At first, he thought he was in the basement, but the room was too wide. He frowned and put a hand on his forehead, which hurt horribly. He clenched his eyes shut as pain slowly spread through his body from the incessant amount of injuries on it.

"Rise and shine, my dear Vegeta. Welcome to my cabin in the woods." Frieza's cold voice said. He jerked and opened his eyes again. He didn't recognise his surroundings, even though they were extremely similar to the basement. He slowly sat up, his body shaking. And then a flash of blue caught the corner of his eye. He gasped and turned to see Bulma strapped to a chair. His eyes widened and he whirled around to look at Frieza.

"What is she doing here?" he growled. The rage he had felt before returned full-force.

"I told you. You'd end up hurting her. And after her... I'll go after your siblings."

He got up, swallowing his pain, even if the infected wound on his stomach screamed, and glared at Frieza.

"Don't touch her or the kids." He growled. "This is between you and me."

"No, my dear boy." Frieza said. "It isn't."

He stepped closer to Vegeta and before the boy could react, he sank a fist into his stomach. He doubled over and gasped in pain, but Frieza punched his face where he had hammered him before. A burst of horrid pain spread all though his face and Vegeta screamed, stumbling backwards as he held his cheekbone. Then the man grabbed his wrists and sank his knee repeatedly into his stomach, until Vegeta coughed blood and his knees buckled under him.

Frieza let him fall onto his knees as he hacked up blood and grabbed his torso with his hands.

"Stop!" Bulma shouted, tears running down her face. "Leave him alone, please."

Frieza laughed.

"I could say the same thing to you." he joked. His men laughed. "Jeice, Recoome, hold him up."

The two men walked over to Vegeta and each grabbed one his arms, pulling him up. Vegeta groaned and coughed more blood. His body was too weak. He wouldn't withstand much more. If Frieza decided to actually torture him, he wouldn't last very long... He didn't want Bulma to see him like that. His thoughts dissipated, though, as Frieza easily ripped his shirt off of him and without hesitation, removed the gauze from the infected cut. Vegeta opened his eyes to glare at him.

Frieza put his hand on his chest and curled it, his nails digging into the ruptured skin and horrid injuries. He dragged it down, scratching the welts, gashes, cuts, and bruises and creating new bloodied lines of Vegeta's skin, making him scream and writhe as he tried to escape. Bulma could only cry.

When Frieza's hand finally reached the infected cut, he sank his finger into it, without hesitation. Vegeta's voice reached a horribly high pitch as he screamed loudly. He writhed desperately in the men's hold as he shrieked. After a few minutes, there was a loud pop from one of his shoulders dislocating.

"No! Don't! It's infected! You'll only make it worse!" Bulma sobbed. "Please, leave him alone."

Frieza pulled his finger out for a moment, letting Vegeta catch his breath, before he plunged it back in and laughed as Vegeta screamed again. After a moment, his screams broke into uncontrolled sobs. He gagged and Frieza stepped back just in time before Vegeta threw up. His body shook and sweat broke throughout his body. He was far too weakened... He could feel himself dying. He swallowed and his eyes slowly opened and he caught sight of Bulma crying and writhing in her chair.

"Let go of me." he said, softly. His throat was horribly raw and the sobs just made it worse.

A fist crashed against the side of his torso, and various cracks echoed throughout the room. Vegeta cried out and coughed more blood.

"His ribs are already broken." Bulma sobbed. "Please, you'll kill him."

Frieza turned to smile at her briefly, before he turned back around and grabbed Vegeta's face with both hands, and head butted him, hard. Vegeta shouted, the gash on his forehead getting worse. Then, he kicked his lower leg, right above his ankle, with a lot of strength. Another crack echoed as Vegeta's ankle broke.

He stepped back and crossed his arms.

"I think it's her turn now." he said softly. Bulma tensed, her eyes wide.

A low growl emanated from Vegeta's chest and his rage burnt again inside of him like a million suns. He opened his eyes and glared at Frieza so hard, the man was truly taken aback, his eyes widening minutely.

"Don't you dare put a single finger on her." he growled. "Leave her alone, you fucking bastard."

"Why would I?" Frieza said, recovering from his shock. He walked over to the shelf with torture weapons and looked over at them. "Do you think I should whip her? Cane her? Maybe hammer her hands as well or burn her."

"Listen to me, you bastard." Vegeta growled. His eyes were molten with rage. "I will never submit to you. I will never obey you. And if you put a finger on her, I will take you down and tear you limb by limb. You think you're unmerciful and cruel? Put a finger on her and I'll show you unmerciful and cruel. Let. Her. Go."

Frieza glared at him for a moment.

"Jeice, Recoome. Go get the kids." he said.

They threw Vegeta to the ground. He fell on his hands and knees and immediately got up. He couldn't stand up straight and his body was shaking badly, and he had to put all of his weight on his good ankle, but he still glared at Frieza. The two men laughed and walked out the door.

A car engine was heard and then... just silence.

"Have you forgotten a few weeks ago already? Maybe I should tie you back up and leave you there for a whole month." Frieza said after a moment. "Or... maybe I should do that to her."

Vegeta growled. He tried to give a step forward but the pain on his ankle stopped him.

"What are you gonna do, Vegeta?" Frieza asked, clearly amused. "You can't go very far like that."

He finally made up his mind and grabbed a gun. Both of the teenager's eyes widened in fear and despair. Frieza, however, turned his gun towards Vegeta.

And he fired.

The bullet went into his upper leg and he screamed, falling onto his knees.

"STOP! Why are you doing this?" Bulma screamed.

That seemed to click something in Frieza and he lowered the gun, sighing as a smile spread through his face. He craned his neck around as if he were tense and put his hands behind his back, walking over to Bulma. He slowly circled around her, making her tense as he still held the gun in his hand. She swallowed and tried to keep her eyes on him, but every time he went behind her, she felt horribly scared. Vegeta's gasps and moans of pain greatly upset her, too.

"Let me tell you both a story." he said. "When I was younger, me and his father absolutely hated each other. We were fighting all the time. Oh, god, I absolutely despised him... Then we grew up and each of us built a company. Ouji vs. Kold Enterprises, the old story. Two rival enterprises that kept trying to bring the other one down all the time. We were always on the news. It was also quite adorable, Bulma, how your dad would try to appease things when they got too bad. Good old dr. Briefs and his Capsule Corporation..." he laughed and finally stopped beside Bulma. He looked at the gun and seemed to examine it as he continued talking. "After years of rivalry, I realised that I'd never be at the top if Ouji Enterprises was there... So I tried to strike a deal with my dear step-brother.

"Naturally, he refused. I tried to do everything... Bribe him, threaten him... But the Oujis are way too hard-headed. Aren't you, Vegeta?" he said, looking down at the boy who was trying to cover his heavily bleeding gun injury with his destroyed hands. "So I went to the next best option. I killed him."

Vegeta's head snapped up, his eyes and mouth wide open.

"What?" he said shakily. "You - what?"

He couldn't believe it. He had always suspected that Frieza had been involved but... To straight up confess? That was... It was...

"Well, I didn't actually pull the trigger, but I hired the guy who did. And I was there... I promised him that I would make his bloodline suffer horribly. That means you." he said. "And then I hid all evidence, falsified the will... and left you and your poor little family with absolutely nothing. Of course, throwing you out into the street wouldn't be enough. I wanted to see you suffer. You are the spitting image of your dad and seeing you cry and beg is so... satisfying. I didn't know that at first, until you moved into my house. I knew I just had to see you writhe in horrid agony.

"Just to see what she'd do, I told your mother that I wanted to start beating you, so that you wouldn't turn out like your father. Of course, the first thing that crossed her mind was that she would leave and take you with her. So I told her to leave. I told her that I would kill the three of you before her very eyes if she stayed or returned. And I told her that if she ever made contact with you, took you in, talked to you, called you, visited you... anything, I would torture and kill the three of you. You can't imagine how many times she called after you visited her and begged her to take you in. She begged me to let you live with her, to stop tormenting you like that, to leave you alone. She constantly offered to return, to be the target of my rage instead of you... It was so touching. She loves you so much Vegeta. It's cute. Of course, you wouldn't know that. The emotional distress that you went through when you thought she had abandoned you was... delicious."

Vegeta felt his world crumbling down. Coldness invaded his body, clawed at his soul and mind. How had he been so blind? Frieza hadn't given her any other choice. She wasn't afraid of Frieza hurting her, she was afraid of Frieza hurting Trunks and Tarble as well and ultimately killing the three of them. Tears sprang to his eyes. Bulma saw Vegeta's eyes glistening, his face pale, his throat bobbing up and down as he tried to choke his sobs back. He looked so distraught, so dejected...

"It was all you." he said softly, his eyes wide and lost. He felt insanity eating at him from the inside and his body shook harder.

Frieza laughed and walked closer to him. When he was right in front of him, he grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so that they were looking at each other in the eye.

"I will always be there to take everything away. Every little thing that makes you happy, I'll destroy it before your very eyes. Your father, your mother, your inheritance, your future... your girlfriend. Your siblings are next. And your friends next. I will never stop." he said cruelly. "Or maybe I will... when I kill you once and for all."

But Vegeta didn't seem to be listening. His pupils shook.

And then, like an erupting volcano, rage burst inside Vegeta. It burnt him. His body shook with it. His face went from numb, to insane all of a sudden.

He jumped to his feet, his pain absolutely forgotten. He jumped at Frieza, screaming in rage. The action was so sudden that Frieza didn't even have time to step back. Their bodies crashed loudly and Frieza fell backwards on the floor. The gun fell from his hand and skidded across the ground. Vegeta, still screaming in both rage and pain, his body convulsing, beat his fists against Frieza's face. The man cried out in pain for a few seconds before he reacted and punched Vegeta's face, making him roll away from him onto the floor.

He shook but got onto his feet. The leg that had the gunshot and broken ankle felt completely numb and he hurled himself at Frieza again, but this time the man was prepared. He got on his feet as well and cleaned the blood from his mouth. Vegeta began sent a barrage of fists and kicks in Frieza's direction, his Martial Arts skills finally showing. Frieza had a hard time keeping him at bay, and the simple act of blocking his attacks left him no time to attack himself... That is, until Vegeta fell back on his injured foot and lost balance. Frieza immediately grabbed his hand and squeezed, jabbing a finger into his infected wound and making him scream, all pain returning to him. Before Vegeta could grab him again, he sank his fist into the boys stomach. Vegeta fell on his knees gasping as blood dripped from his lips. Frieza growled and kicked him in the side of the torso, a crack resonating as he rolled around the floor. He coughed blood again and shook as Frieza approached him again. Bulma was screaming, telling Frieza to leave him alone... But Frieza was seeing red.

He grabbed Vegeta's head and slammed it against the ground, making him cry out as the back of his head cracked open. Then a fist sank into his face. Frieza punched his left cheek, then the right, then his temples, his nose, his forehead. Vegeta couldn't move. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain spurted back into his body. His leg, his torso, his face... God, his face.

He choked and screamed as Frieza didnt relent. One of his rapidly swelling eyes caught the bastard's face. He had never seen Frieza like that.

He was extremely enraged. He looked insane. Horribly insane. And then Vegeta knew... Frieza was going to kill him.

He wouldn't control himself anymore.

His eye travelled sideways and he caught sight of the gun. In his insanity, Freiza had forgotten it... And it was just within arm's reach. But his vision was getting darker by the second... He stretched his arm as Frieza continued beating his face, screaming in rage as Vegeta screamed in pain. He closed his eyes shut and touched around with his hand, but he couldn't find it.

He was dying.

Some sort of peaceful numbness suddenly gripped his mind as the fist connected again with his temple.

He was going to die.

And at least he wouldn't suffer anymore.

His vision turned completely white. His body slackened. His screams stopped. His eyes closed.

His mind stopped.

Frieza punched him a few more times before he realised that Vegeta wasn't moving or screaming anymore.

He looked dead. He had killed him.

Vegeta was dead.

Bulma realised it too and a scream broke through her mouth. She writhed in her bonds and tears coursed down her face. Sobs ripped through her body. She screamed and wailed.

"You killed him! You killed him!" she kept repeating over and over.

Frieza got up from the floor and straightened up before turning around and glaring at Bulma. He huffed and combed his hair with his hands, straightened his tie and pulled on his blazer before walking over to her, an evil smile replacing the insane rage. Bulma shook as she cried unconsolably.

"Now, what should I do with you?" he growled. "Maybe tor-"

BANG!

The gunshot echoed off the walls and Bulma closed her eyes shut as the sound rang in her ears. She opened them again a second later, just to see Frieza standing there with his eyes wide. He stood there for a long moment before falling on his knees and coughing up blood.

Vegeta, who was swaying behind him, and holding the gun in trembling hands, smiled.

"See you in Hell, you fucking bastard." he growled, before firing at his head, effectively killing him.

Bulma watched with wide eyes as Frieza's upper body fell forward. His suit and the back of his head were covered in blood that kept spurting up. She wanted to puke.

Vegeta also fell to his knees, dropping the gun, and did just that. Blood hurled from his mouth and he screamed as his raw throat received more damage and his stomach heaved.

"Vegeta." Bulma sobbed.

He looked up at her from eyes nearly swollen shut and filled with pain. He slowly crawled over to her, trying not to put too much pressure on his dislocated arm and wounded leg. When he was close to her, he undid the knots on her wrists and ankles, freeing her. She immediately dropped to her knees next to him and embraced him. He rested his face on her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped hers around his neck and cried unconsolably as she caressed his hair. Her hand got stained with the blood that matted it but she didn't care. Her eyes darted briefly to Frieza's dead body, as if he would get up any second and attack them. She now knew how Vegeta felt: Frieza did seem invincible.

But Vegeta had won.

"He's gone." she whispered soothingly. "You're free."

His body slackened as he passed out.

Bulma held him, feeling relieved that she could feel his hot breath on her neck and the beating of his heart. He was alive... for now. She slowly laid him on his back and took her phone out of her pocket. Recoome and Jeice were indeed idiots. They hadn't taken her phone away from her or even checked if she had one. She slowly dialled her father's number.

"Hello, sweetie? Where are you? Your mother and I are - "

"Daddy." she said, sobbing. "There are two men going to get Tarble and Trunks. They are Frieza's men. You need to keep them safe. Also... I need you to pick me and Vegeta up. Urgently. He is in a very bad state. Worse than that night... Bring the cops, too."

Bulma sat at the back of the ambulance, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A nurse was cleaning the injury on her temple. Tears kept coursing down her face from the shock, but she wasn't sobbing anymore. Dr. Briefs and a few others were examining Vegeta's body, trying to stop the urgent bleeding before moving him to the ambulance. Some cops were taking pictures of Frieza's body, measuring the area, taking notes...

Her father had brought Trunks and Tarble along, just to make sure they were safe, but they were fast asleep inside the car. They couldn't see Vegeta's state.

Bodyguards were also all around them. Her father had taken a lot of precautions.

She looked down at her wrists, which were chaffed and welted from the rope. She hoped it wouldn't leave scars.

Her eyes landed on Vegeta again and she realised that her father was walking over to her, cleaning his hands with a towel. He sighed and sat next to her.

"He is very injured, but he'll make it." the doctor said. "We'll transport him to Capsule Corporation right now."

"Okay." she said softly, her voice choked.

"Bulma," the doctor said. "He's free. With Frieza gone, nobody will follow him now. Arresting his men will be very easy, and all of the people he blackmailed and bribed will rise up and speak against Frieza. Vegeta is free now. Truly free."

Bulma burst into sobs again, but they were happy sobs. She knew it.

Vegeta was free.

I hoped you liked this chapter guys. A lot of you have been asking for this.

Don't miss the next (and last) chapter of Broken Glass.