A/N: Hello, everyone! I decided to give this story a shot at the sequel thing. Broken Glass was one of the stories I enjoyed writing the most, and a lot of ideas still hover in my head that I wish I had put in the original story. However, this will be a very short story.

I really hope you guys enjoy it.

To the people who are new, I strongly recommend reading Broken Glass first.

Warnings: This story will be far less violent and cruel than Broken Glass, but there will still be violence, abuse and torture, so consider yourselves warned.

Enjoy!

It was raining extremely heavily.

Winter in the city was often hard, but this was one of the heaviest ones.

Vegeta was staring out the window, watching the rain pour down as he waited for Bulma to get ready so that they could leave.

He finally heard her high heels clicking hurriedly and he turned around, his frown in place as he prepared to berate her for her tardiness.

"Alright, let's go!" she said as she grabbed her coat and umbrella, moving hurriedly to spare herself her husband's nagging.

"About damned time, woman."

"Oh, quit it! As if someone would say something to you for arriving late."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and opened the door for her. Their limousine was waiting outside for them.

As their fancy black car sped away, Bulma stared for a while at the rapidly shrinking mansion she shared with her family before turning to her husband, who was busy on his cellphone, as usual, a scowl on his face. She smiled for a while before her phone buzzed in her purse. She quickly took it out before turning to Vegeta again as she texted her clients back.

"Hey, so will you pick up Bulla from daycare?"

"Yeah." he grumbled, barely paying attention to her.

"Can you make it to Trunks's school tomorrow for the parent-teacher meeting?"

"My mom will be there."

She looked up for her phone to find him staring intently at his phone, as he often did when he got bad news and was calculating how to react in a cool and professional manner. She smiled again.

"Are you ready for your meeting today? I heard Matsanaya Co. will be there."

Vegeta finally looked up from his phone.

"You're chatty today." he said, looking at her as if trying to figure out what she wanted.

"I'm always chatty." she answered, but his glare finally made her spill. "I also kinda wanted to ask you if you've thought about that big Ouji tradition we spoke about last week. The thing your father used to do..."

"I haven't done it since I got the company, why would I start now?" he growled, his eyes turning back to his phone.

"Well, your mom said it's Ouji's birthday this year and it would be - "

"Bulma." he growled, putting his phone away. "I already said no. My mom took the hint. Why can't you do the same?"

"But, I - "

"This is your stop." he said, as they pulled over in front of Capsule Corporation. Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes before leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips. He cracked an almost imperceptible smile and kissed her cheek, too.

"Don't forget. Bulla, daycare. I love you."

"I won't." he answered.

"Miss Brief?"

Bulma looked up from the stack of papers to look at her secretary.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Someone is here to see you."

"I'm busy." she answered. "Tell them to get an appointment."

"He's... a policeman, Mrs. Briefs."

Bulma furrowed her eyebrows.

"Is it about my dad burning his lab again?" she asked. "Because that should be discussed with him. Capsule Corp. doesn't - "

"No, ma'am. He said it had to do with your husband."

"Vegeta?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows even further. Worry crept into her stomach and her hand shot out to her cellphone. "Send him in." she said as she texted Vegeta if he was okay.

A man walked inside, but he didn't look like a policeman. He was wearing a black suit, complete with a black tie and a black briefcase. He walked straight and briskly, carrying himself like a person who was about to deliver some very upsetting news. Bulma stood up as soon as he walked in and motioned for her secretary to close the door as she left.

"Mrs. Briefs." he said. "Or should I say Ouji?"

"No, I... I never changed it when I got married." she said halfheartedly. That fact had been all over the news. Surely a policeman would know about that? "You said you were a policeman?"

"Not exactly." he said. He reached into his blazer and took out some sort of carnet. "Dylan Williams. Child Services."

Bulma stared at his carnet for a second, taking in the 'Child Services' statement engraved on the plastic.

"Child...? What is going on? Are my children safe?" she asked. "Did something happen?"

"Your children are safe, Mrs. Briefs." he said. "I'm here to talk to you about somebody else. Another child."

"Another child? I don't know any other children." she said. She was panicking. Something wasn't right.

Williams nodded and placed his briefcase on her desk, opening it. He rummaged through a few files before taking out a manila envelope. He carefully closed his briefcase again and took out a stack of papers. Bulma began tapping her foot. She calmed down a little when Vegeta answered that he was fine, but she still had a strange feeling of foreboding. The man finally handed her the stack of papers.

'Case: 001234612. Kuriza Kold.', it read on the first page, which was blank otherwise.

Bulma's blood ran cold at the last name. She passed the page and found a picture of a small boy.

"Who is... uhm..." she cleared her throat. "Who is this?"

"That is Frieza Kold's son."

Bulma took a deep breath through her nose and sat down, staring intently at the picture. He was a spitting image of Frieza, but in a child version and without the evilness in his eyes.

"Frieza had a son?" she whispered.

"He did. As you can see on the file, the boy is eleven years old. He was only a baby when his father passed." the man explained. "Not that it made any difference, because Frieza never met him, or saw him, or even spoke to him. They never had any interaction whatsoever. The boy lived with his mother his entire life, but the woman passed away a few days ago."

"I'm sorry," Bulma said, putting the papers down and looking up at the man, frowning. "but I fail to see how this has anything to do with me or my husband."

The man licked his lips and sighed.

"The child has no family whatsoever, except for - "

"Oh, no." Bulma said, finally seeing where the man was headed. She put the papers back in the manila envelope and shook her head, panicking again. "No, no, no. No. I see where you're going with this and, no. I'm sorry. No."

"Mrs. Brief, I know this is a shock for you - "

"You said you work in Child Services. Then you surely know my husbands situation, right? It was never in the news but you surely have files on that, don't you?" she said, getting angry.

"I am well aware of your husbands difficult relationship with Frieza but - "

"Difficult?" she spat. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I guess an extremely abusive relationship between a sadistic freak and his charge could be categorised as difficult, in the same way that Hitler and the jews had a difficult relationship!" she shouted.

"Ma'am..."

"Look, uhm, Dylan. I don't want to be rude but I'm pretty sure I know what you're about to ask me and - "

"Please, just listen to me." he said. Bulma sighed and leaned back on her chair. "Kuriza is eleven years old. He is alone in the whole world. His only living relative is Vegeta Ouji. It's his only option. I know it's a lot to ask, and I know this is somewhat rushed but we are on borrowed time."

Bulma stared at him for a while before sighing.

"Look, why don't you come over tonight to our house? You can discuss it with Vegeta then. It's not me who needs convincing." she said.

"I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to run this by him on my own." the man said, his stoic facade cracking to give way to nervousness. Bulma wasn't impressed. Everyone got nervous when they had to talk to Vegeta.

"Well, I'm sorry but it's your only chance." she said. "I'll see you tonight, around 8."

7:47.

Bulma was extremely nervous.

She wasn't the one who was going to try to convince Vegeta of adopting the son of his nemesis, but she had been the one to invite Williams over so that he could do it.

She stared through the window as Vegeta streched post-workout at the back patio, oblivious to the whole situation. Then, she looked down at Bulla sleeping in her arms.

If it did happen, it would change their lives...

The bell rang.

He was early.

She rushed downstairs, eager to be her who greeted the man. Unfortunately, Trunks beat her to the door.

"Hey, can we help you?" Trunks said, as he stared at the black-suited man.

"Yes, I - "

"He's here for me, sweetie." Bulma said softly, putting an arm on Trunks's shoulder. "Would you put Bulla in her crib, please?"

Trunks rolled his eyes and grabbed the girl before walking away.

"Mrs. Briefs."

"Come on in. I'll go call him." Bulma said, pointing at the huge living room. "Please, sit."

Bulma sighed as she exited through the backdoor and watched Vegeta drying his face with a towel. She tried to crack a small smile, hoping to cheer him up before the bomb was dropped on him. Her husband turned to look at her and quirked an eyebrow as she walked closer to him.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You're fidgeting like a nervous child. In fact, you've been acting weird since I picked you up from Capsule Corp." he said.

Bulma swallowed and grabbed his empty hand with both of hers.

"Uhm, there's someone here to see you, and he has... news."

"Bad news?"

"More like... weird news. Come inside, and keep in mind that none of this was my idea or anything."

Vegeta grunted as he prepared himself for the worst.

He immediately recognised the man as he saw him. Mr. Williams had visited him at the hospital right after Frieza had died, asking him a bunch of questions to determine if his siblings would be safe now that their 'caretaker' was gone. Vegeta had hated the man at the moment, and made him hate Child Services even more for ignoring him for years. When his father had passed, nobody had questioned Frieza to make sure he was safe.

"Mr. Ouji. A pleasure."

"Mr. Williams." Vegeta growled. "I remember you."

"Oh." the man said, taken aback. He laughed nervously.

"What are you doing here? Coming to do a lousy job on keeping children safe?"

"Actually, I..."

"My siblings and daughter are perfectly fine. Have been for the past few years since Frieza died. Not like you cared, anyway."

The man was struck silent for a minute. He knew Vegeta hated Child Services, and he had hoped the man wouldn't recognize him, but he had. He took a deep breath.

"I'm not here for your children." he said. "I'm here because I need your help. Well, it's not exactly me... A child needs your help."

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Bulma, who bit her lower lip and shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know any other child." he said.

Williams sighed and took out the manila envelope from inside his black blazer. It was a bit crumpled, but he didn't care. He handed it to Vegeta, who grabbed it warily and opened it, taking out the papers. His world stopped in its tracks as he read the name.

"Kuriza Kold?" he read aloud, feelig his stomach opening inside of him. He looked up at the man dangerously. "What the hell is this?"

"It's... Frieza's son."

Vegeta closed his eyes, trying his hardest to control his anger. In his younger years, he would've punched the man square in the face. He opened them again and passed the paper, staring at the picture of the boy. He looked exactly like Frieza, but young and innocent. He read the boy's date of birth and the few lines that followed describing his situation. Deceased mother, deceased father. No next of kin except for... Vegeta Ouji. He could tell there was another name next to his but it had been whitened out.

"Why are you giving me Frieza's son's file?" he asked darkly, although he already knew the answer.

"The kid has nowhere to go." the man said. "He has no one."

"Poor thing." Vegeta spat sarcastically, shoving the file back to the man. "No sadistic uncle either? That'd take the problem off your shoulders."

"Vegeta..." Bulma said softly, watching as Vegeta's muscles tensed and rippled in anger.

"Vegeta," the man said, then he cleared his throat. "Mr. Ouji, you are this kid's last hope."

Vegeta glared at the man so hard, he stepped back a little, nervously.

"Funny how things work out." he growled, before turning on his heel and walking towards the door.

"There's-there's something else!" the man said hurriedly. Vegeta stopped, but didn't turn around. "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"Shocker." Vegeta growled.

"What is it?" Bulma asked as the man hesitated.

Williams sighed defeatedly.

"You're not his last next of kin. He does have someone else. Frieza's brother. Cooler Kold."

"Frieza had a brother, too?" Bulma asked, completely astounded.

That peeked Vegeta's interest, and he turned around halfway, staring at the man from the corner of his eye as his fists clenched.

"Cooler is seeking revenge." Williams continued. "He wants revenge on his brother, and he wants to take it out on Kuriza."

Vegeta felt rage. Uncontrollable rage. The kind of rage he hadn't felt since he was sixteen years old. But he didn't know why. He didn't know if he was angry at Cooler, or at Frieza, or at Williams, or at the whole Kold family including Freza's mysterious wretched son and secret brother. Or maybe at the fact that his highly controlling self couldn't have prevented this situation since apparently he didn't know Frieza as well as he thought he did. At the fact that apparently, his uncle had hidden his son and brother for him. Maybe because his uncle knew that nightmares and memories weren't the only thing that could chase and hunt Vegeta down long after the madman had died. Or maybe at the fact that that stupid boy resembled him so much: abandoned by everyone and chased down by a monster who wanted to torment him because of some stupid feud that the boy himself had nothing to do with.

"So there is a sadistic uncle." Vegeta growled.

"Look... after everything that happened with you and Frieza, we vowed that nothing like that would ever happen again to another child. We are trying to avoid another Vegeta-Frieza case. Kuriza still has a chance. You can help him." the man said.

"Can I?" Vegeta laughed. "I can be a sadistic relative, too. I hated Frieza more than anyone in the world. What makes you think I don't want revenge on the stupid brat as well?"

The man was silent again. He swallowed.

Vegeta glared at him for another minute before storming out.

"He's not like Frieza." Williams said. "I know he wouldn't do that."

"Let me talk to him." Bulma said softly.

She exited as well, following Vegeta. He was standing in the middle of the back patio, his shoulders tense, his fists clenched.

"Vegeta..."

"No." he growled. "No. You can't talk me into this."

"Honey..."

He whirled around, his glare intensifying with hatred and rage. Bulma hadn't seen that face in years.

"That's Frieza's son!" he exclaimed, pointing at the house. "Frieza's son! Do they really think they can give us a member of the Kold family and think everything will be okay?!"

"He's not just Frieza's son." she said softly. "He's an eleven year old boy whose only hope is you. You can prevent history from repeating itself. What if some far off family member had adopted you before Frieza got his hands on you? Spared you from all that you went through?"

"I can't." he growled. "I can't do it. He looks just like... him. I can't."

"Don't think of him as Frieza's son. He never met his father. He never even saw Frieza. I doubt Frieza ever spoke to him. You're not doing Frieza any favours, or taking in his heir or whatever. Frieza couldn't have cared less about that boy. If you take him in, it would be to save the boy, to give him a life. Not to do Frieza any favors." she said. "You know more than anyone that the boy doesn't deserve to live with a man who will hate him. He's just a boy, and you also know more than anyone that he's not a reflection of his father. You can't hold him accountable for what his father did. It's not fair. They did it to you and it wasn't fair."

Vegeta closed his eyes.

Williams sighed as he stared at Kuriza's picture, trying to figure out how to tell the boy that his last living relative, apart from his wretched uncle, didn't want him.

Bulma and Vegeta walk back inside then.

"We will not adopt the boy." Vegeta growled. Williams nodded, defeated. However, before he could turn to leave, Vegeta spoke again. "But he can stay here with us until you find another home from him, far from Cooler."

Williams's heart leapt with hope.

"Thank you so much." he said. Vegeta grunted and turned around again, leaving. Williams turned to Bulma. "I'll bring him tomorrow at 9 a.m. Is that okay for you?"

"Yeah, I'll be here." she said.

Trunks and Tarble didn't take the news well, and they were as upset as Vegeta.

By the time, 9 a.m. rolled around, Bulma had argued so much with the three of them for stupid stuff she was already drained. It wasn't easy to live with three Ouji men. None of them actually mentioned Kuriza, but they would complain and shout about everything to vent their emotions. It was frustrating.

The bell rang, and fortunately both young boys had already left for school. Vegeta hadn't left for work, though. He was tense and angry, hovering around the living room as Bulma texted everyone at the office to tell them that she wasn't going to be there for the day.

Bulma jumped, Vegeta growled.

She got up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Remember what we talked about." she said. "He's not Frieza."

Vegeta tried to keep that in his head.

He tried to shove all of his memories away.

But then Bulma opened the door, and there, behind Williams, was the tiny version of Frieza. There was fear in his eyes. Uncertainty. No mockery or rage, or sadistic smiles and pleasure. But he was Frieza's spitting image.

And it set Vegeta's buried emotions on fire.

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