Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

A sudden gasp escaped the long-haired warrior's mouth, and he took an enormous gulp of air, subsequently coughing as he felt excruciating pain in his lungs. He rolled onto his back on the grass and felt around his chest; there was a hole in his armor, but the one that went right through him was gone. 




"Oh… Fuck m-me…" The Saiyan made a sad attempt to stand up, only to fall back to his knees. He made a general assessment of his body and belongings, finding his scouter was no longer on his face.




As he moved his head around in order to look for it, Raditz noticed several humans behind him, all ready to attack in case he decided to go rogue. Then he spotted his brother; a worried look was etched on his face.




"Didn't realize I had a welcoming party waiting for my return," Raditz smirked before a coughing fit overtook him.




"There's gonna be several rules, Raditz," Goku began in a serious tone.




"Oh, not more of that shit…" The unwanted guest mumbled.




"Rule number one! No killing!" 




Raditz glared at his brother through thick eyelashes, "What am I supposed to eat then?" He gritted out.




"Ah- I meant humans. Ya can hunt, but not young animals or-"




"I KNOW HOW TO HUNT, KAKAROT!" It was with some sort of dour enjoyment that he saw the humans take a step back after he had shouted. Raditz attempted to stand up again. This time, he achieved victory, somewhat; his legs were still weak.




"Second rule, be NICE!" Goku crossed his arms. "If yer last move was attemptin' t' keep me safe, then obviously ya have the ability t' care."




That struck a nerve inside the taller warrior. A pang of hurt shot through his heart, much like the green creature's attack, only this one hurt much more. 




"I'll try," Raditz growled out. "But ya need to promise me stuff in return too!"




"He literally brought you back from Otherworld! Be grateful he doesn't send you back!" A sassy, black-haired human with two scars on his face yelled at him. If Raditz were feeling an iota stronger, he would've challenged the rather striking-looking person.




"First thing I want in return for my 'good behavior', Kakarot, is a piece of that," Raditz gave the black-haired human a lecherous sneer, running his tongue across his sharp canines. 




"Just ya wait until I get my stamina back," he added dangerous words to the dangerous way he was staring at this person. 




"Bring it on, Big Guy!" The person barked back, "I'm not afraid of you!"




"I ain't done!" Goku interrupted the small spat between his brother and Yamcha, who was oddly blushing right now, much like Chichi would blush whenever the younger Saiyan asked her for sex. 




"Third rule, ya'll respect my family and the rules of our house."




"Fam- Ya mean yer circle?" Raditz huffed. "I have no intentions living under the same roof as ya and yer mate and Hellish spat. Find me another forge nearby."




"Another what?" Goku was confused by the unfamiliar word. "I'm sure King Yemma told ya ya can't go too far from me."




"He did. And I'll find ways to work that to my advantage," the spiritual prisoner rebuked.




"Remember, you are a guest here," a tall human with three eyes and no hair spoke, "as such, you'll behave appropriately and not find any loopholes to the rules that were placed upon you. You might've had the upper hand with just Piccolo and Goku, but now you have all of us to deal with!"




"Yeah!" The smaller, also bald, human that Raditz had put through a wall with just his tail added for emphasis.




"I can eat ya in one bite," Raditz said threateningly, and he could've sworn the smallest of the group gulped and took a scant step back.




"Last rule (Raditz rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly at his brother's words). There'll be more rules that come up durin' yer time here, so I'll be addin' them as we go."




"Ya done?" The long-haired alien cocked an eyebrow at his sibling.




"Pretty much."




"Okay, now for my rules." Raditz tried strengthening up to let himself look larger and more intimidating. "I-"




An unholy, loud rumble echoed across the field as Raditz's body decided it had had enough nonsense and it was time for nourishment.




Blushing and trying to hide it, Raditz cleared his throat, "Feed me. That's my first rule."




The group of humans face planted.




"He's definitely Goku's brother," Piccolo, who was standing a far distance away just in case things turned sour, shook his head and decided it was time to meditate and plan for his upcoming battle with his old rival. Things were going to be more difficult now, especially if Goku's brother decided to make nice. Piccolo would definitely be outnumbered if that happened; he might need to strategize.




"Alright, we can go eat. I'm a li'l hungry myself," Goku saw Raditz struggling to walk and decided to step in and lend him a hand. Later that night, the shorter alien would lie in bed, awake, thinking about the absolute, sheer, and utter scent of sex this being was exuding and why hadn't he noticed before.




Raditz swung his arm around his brother for purchase and noticed a reciprocating scent coming from the younger warrior. "So, I see ya like how I smell?"




Goku would never understand why his blood decided to drain into his face at those words or why his heart started racing. He decided to push those questions back into the dark recesses of his troubled mind and focus on carrying half the bulk of his brother's inhumanly heavy body as they took off into the sky and headed to his humble abode.




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A large, ceramic platter shattered into a million tiny pieces as it was hurled towards a certain Z-Fighter and crashed against the wall. Goku covered as much of himself as he could to avoid the flying shards coming at him.




"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"




"Aww, but Chichi…" Goku gasped as a pitcher was the next fearless soldier in the front line to be launched at the enemy. He was able to avoid it at the last millisecond. "He's my brother! And he'll only be here for a li'l while!" Goku raised his hands and cowered behind them as Chichi grabbed a knife and marched towards her husband.




Placing the knife across Goku's gullet, the fiery woman looked at the shaking Saiyan dead in the eye, "He's a STRANGER! And we have a small child that needs no more distractions!"




Raditz, meanwhile, was observing the altercation with a wide, satisfied smirk on his face, enjoying how much this human reminded him of Gine when he got angry at his carrier. 




"Good~ Now, tell Kakarot he's been a bad boy and slap him across the face."




Chichi had forgotten they had an audience and turned her head to look at the uninvited guest sitting on her impeccable sofa with his dirty armor. "YOU! Get rid of those garments if yer staying in my house! I will not have ya… I will not have… Not… WHAT ARE YA DOING?!"




Raditz finished taking off his chest plate and tossed it on the floor. "Ya told me to undress, and Kakarot said I need to follow yer house rules," the Saiyan replied with a puzzled look on his face, noticing the human's eyes couldn't stop staring at his muscles.




"Ya don't- YA DON'T UNDRESS IN THE LIVING ROOM!" Chichi screeched.




Raditz took a deep breath; this planet had the oddest set of customs he'd ever had the dishonor of experiencing. "I don't know where else to change. This seems like the perfect place," he said, taking off his under armor.




Chichi nearly squealed in embarrassment. "GOKU?! GOKU, DO SOMETHING!" 




"Huh, what?" Captivated by the strong-looking, cut, and shapely body slowly revealing itself to them, Goku had lost track of reality for a moment, and when it came crashing down, he also squealed and rushed over to his brother to stop him from lowering his shorts. "Not in front of my wife!"




Raditz raised an eyebrow at the younger warrior, "Just in front of you then?"




"Wh-what?" The naïve Saiyan, uneducated in his own culture, realized at that moment that one of his hands had accidentally grabbed his brother's crotch in the haste of pulling his clothes up. He snapped his hands back and let out a high pitched shriek. 




"Okay! Another rule! Ya change in the bathroom, and I'mma bring ya some clothes!" Goku rushed upstairs to find the largest, baggiest articles of clothing he owned.




"What's a bathroom?" Raditz asked the other being remaining in the room with him.




Chichi couldn't believe what she was hearing, "What?! Are you an animal?! Because I don't let big, filthy animals in my house!"




Raditz deliberately stalked towards the petite human, making her back up into a shelf, and boxed her in with his arms. 




"Ya have no idea how big… Filthy… And animal-like I can be~"




Chichi's eyes widened, and her breath caught as she felt a spike of arousal shoot through her body. 




"Step back," she warned the alien currently towering over her, holding up the kitchen knife she had in her grip. One of her small hands pushed at his abs, and the young mother gasped as she felt just how hard and toned this alien's body was.




"Don't bother fighting it. I can smell yer dripping down there," Raditz purred with a smug expression on his face.




"GOKUUUUUU!!!"




The woman screamed for her husband to rescue her from the long-haired beast in her house- This heavenly, masculine, Hell-wrought, long-haired beast set to torment her and ruin her will to resist temptation.




Goku heard his wife clamoring for him and ran back down the stairs, two at a time, with the biggest set of clothes he had found for his brother. He came to a halt when he saw Chichi pressed against the shelf and Raditz leaning over her. 




An explicable feeling, one he'd never had before, began seizing his body. A cloud of possessiveness fogged up his mind for the first time, and the Earth-raised Saiyan shook his head to dispel the nameless, negative emotion. 




"Get away from him!" Goku shouted without thinking as he ran to the pair and pushed Raditz away with much effort. 




"Her! I meant her!" He tried to amend when he realized his mistake.




Raditz, however, wasn't fooled. He could smell his brother's possessiveness, and it wasn't directed towards his human partner but at him. He smirked when Kakarot began reeking of anger; he most likely had smelled his mate's arousal. 




The taller of the three wondered if humans had the same 'one partner at a time' rule that Snow Saiyans had, except for a special occasion where a different and rare kind of Heavy Fur was involved. Raditz couldn't remember the details he had learned about the white warriors years ago while he was in the learning academy.




A strangled sound brought his eyes back to the human who was being stared upon by the irate Saiyan.The meek creature looked ready to burst into flames and sweat.




"Goku-sa, he doesn't know what a bathroom is…" Chichi was feeling quite flustered and caught red-handed—even though she hadn't done anything—and quickly changed the topic to redirect her husband's attention. 




The young warrior rubbed down his face, "Why dontcha get dinner started, and I'll make sure he cleans."




The raven-haired female didn't even argue with the unsubtle suggestion. Cooking was, in all, cathartic for her, and after squeezing past the two unreasonably athletic bodies, she quickly busied herself in the kitchen as she'd done every day since her wedding day.




"Alright, follow me." Goku nodded towards the back of the room where there was a lone door leading to the bathroom. 




Raditz followed his brother into the small room furnished with a big tank of water and other strange devices. As soon as he saw the fresh water inside the tall container, the burly warrior dunked his hand inside and began drinking.




"Wait- STOP! That ain't drinkin' water!" Goku pulled Raditz's hand away from the tank.




"Whaddaya mean? How ain't this drinking water?!"




"Drinkin' water is in the kitchen, inside a pitcher."




"In the what now?"




"This is water kept for cleanin'," the Z-Fighter explained.




"I was thirsty." Raditz was shocked that he had to state the obvious. "And I'm sure the water don't mind what it's being used for. Besides, I can clean myself." He began taking off his under armor once again, noticing how Kakarot turned his face away. 




"Yer so weird…" He told his younger sibling.




"I'm bein' polite," Goku huffed. Nudity had never been an issue for him. He'd seen Krillin naked, his other friends, Bulma, Oolong, even Master Roshi when he got so shit-faced he forgot to put clothes on—he never had given it a second thought. But now, seeing his brother's partially nude body, his tall physique, the strength and raw power behind every movement… He felt uncomfortable, as if he wasn't supposed to be looking. 




Lost in his thoughts, Goku didn't realize he had subconsciously turned to look at the other Saiyan after Raditz had taken off his shorts, arm guards, and boots, exposing the three sets of cuffs King Yemma had bound him with. When the Earth-Saiyan got his head out of the clouds, he saw Raditz was licking his arm.




"What? What are ya doin'?!  Yer supposed t' use water and soap!"




"I ain't wasting precious water just to clean myself, Kakarot."




The smaller warrior held back a growl and grabbed a small basin next to the tank, shoving it towards his older brother's scarred chest and making him grimace. "Use. The. Water. There's plenty of it, we live next t' a river. Ya know what that is? River?"




Raditz took a deep breath and tried not to show his carrier's third born what sarcasm would get him in return. 




"I know what a fucking river is," he snatched away the basin, dipped it in the tank, and poured the water on his torso, wincing as the cold liquid dripped down his muscles.




He saw Kakarot about to leave and stopped him in his tracks with another question, "Ain't there hot water?"




"Once ya soap yerself up and rinse, there's a barrel out back where I can heat water for ya t' soak in."




"The fuck is this 'soap'?!"




About to lose his cool, Goku decided he would have to make more than an effort until his alien brother would learn Earth routines and words. 




"Sit," he pointed at a small bench.




Raditz growled, bearing his fangs, not appreciating the way his little brother was treating him. He sat down on the small wooden furniture, making it creek under his weight, and watched as Kakarot filled the basin with water and upturned it over him.




"SHIT! THAT'S COLD!" Raditz exclaimed.




"Ya'll survive."



Once Raditz was soaked, Goku grabbed the soap and lathered his hands.




"What is that vile-smelling-" He saw Kakarot about to put some sort of foam on him and stood up. "Alrigh, Brother, I have followed all yer rules so far, but this is where I draw the fucking line. That shit ain't coming near me!"




"This is how ya wash!" Goku argued.




"I CAN WASH ON MY OWN!" The older Saiyan grabbed the basin and began washing only with water.




Goku gave up and tossed the soap back in its box. "When yer done 'cleanin'' yerself, come out back, and I'll have a fire warmin' up yer bath." 




The shorter warrior opened the door to the outside and snatched an empty barrel to fill it up at the river. All the way, he grumbled about how his brother was practically a caveman. Once filled, he set the metallic tank on a stand and started chopping wood to burn.




"That ain't coming near me. I know how t' wash," Goku quietly mocked his brother's words as he placed the logs under the barrel and ignited them with stone and flint.




After a few minutes of contemplating his life choices, and wondering whether or not it was a bad idea to bring Raditz back, Goku heard an ear-piercing scream coming from inside the house. He ran inside only to see a naked, sopping wet Raditz dripping all over the floor and Chichi trying to cover her view with a towel.




"GOKU!" Chichi screamed when she saw her husband.




Goku frowned at his brother and shouted at him, "RADITZ!"




"WHAT?!" The tall alien was honestly confused why they were having a shouting match.




"The barrel is over here!" Goku pointed back to the bathroom.




"Yer forge layout is just so confusing, alright?!" Raditz stomped back into the bathroom and exited the second door, fiddling with the device until he figured out how to open it without resorting to violence. He spotted another tank, bigger than the one inside the cleansing room, and touched the water; he growled in frustration at the chilliness.




Goku came out in time to see their guest placing his hands on the metal container and channeling ki until the water was bubbling. He tried to avert his eyes from checking the other out, succeeding after a few seconds—Raditz's long hair did provide some cover.




"Yer gonna end up cookin' yerself with that amount of heat…"




"I don't know what that means," Raditz slowly got in the barrel and sighed as the scalding water enveloped his sore muscles.




"Haven't had one of these in a long time," the relaxing warrior closed his eyes, enjoying the heat. He opened one to see Kakarot staring at him.




"Wanna join?"




Goku tensed at the invitation, part of him wanting to run for the hills, screaming; another part of him wanting to strip down and jump inside the tank. He settled for fetching Raditz's new clothes and a towel, setting them on a stump, and running back inside to put some space between them.




"Dry yerself and put these on BEFORE ya come back in. Dinner will be ready by then!" Goku hurriedly told his unfairly attractive brother before shutting the back door.




Raditz simply waved him off and continued to relax in the boiling water.




Several minutes later, he could smell food coming from inside the dwelling—the water had also cooled down considerably—and eagerly got out of the tank, wincing in pain, although it had lessened in its majority. He saw the odd cloth next to his clothes, ignored it, and ki-dried. 




The spirit prisoner was partially tempted to forgo the clothes his sibling had set out for him, but his ears had had enough of the screaming. Biting his lips, Raditz put on the garments, annoyed at the fact that he couldn't just be naked, and entered the house. The clothes barely fit him, and they smelled funny; they didn't have his brother's scent on them and had a ghastly chemical odor.




The smell of food, however, became stronger once he was back inside, and it covered the offensive scent of the clothing articles. He followed the heavenly trail with his sniffer until he came face to face with an unforeseen feast.




Raditz's mouth hung open the moment he saw all the different platters of weird-looking food being set on the table. Only when he ate in the palace with his childhood royal friend did he ever see such a variety of dishes.




Chichi chose that second to turn around and was startled when she saw their guest standing there—she had briefly forgotten her brother-in-law had come to stay at their home. 




"Dinner is ready. Goku-sa, get Gohan!" The housewife called to her husband who was in the living room (trying to distract his jumbled-up mind).




Raditz had an 'oh, shit' moment, realizing he was not on the best terms with his brother's cub. Goku realized the same thing as well. 




"Chichi, I think I better take a plate t' him. He might not wanna eat with him here."




"Dinner time is family time," Chichi stated, "and we'll eat together even though we have a straggler joining us!"




"Ya know I can hear ya…" Raditz huffed, crossing his arms over his wide chest.




Knowing Chichi well enough to know there was no fighting her, Goku dejectedly approached the stairs and called their son to dinner.




Gohan, having been listening to music on his radio, a gift from his oxen grandpa, turned it off and rushed down the stairs as soon as he heard his name. When he saw the man who kidnapped him and hurt his father, a gasp left his mouth, fear enveloped him, and his tail curled between his legs and around a small thigh. 




"What is he doing here?!"




"Shhh!" Goku tried to hush the small cub.




Chichi looked at her son with a confused expression, "What do you mean? Have you two met already?!"




"He mighta seen Raditz nearby-" Goku began to explain.




"I abducted him and locked him in my ship. Then the brat destroyed it and headbutted me in the chest." Raditz 'helpfully' finished for his brother.




The young father facepalmed.




The black-haired former martial artist was about to explode. Not only had her husband failed to protect their only child, he had kept that bit of information hidden from her, and who knew when he was going to come clean.




"We'll talk about this later, Goku-sa."




"Yes, Dear." Goku sat down and gestured to a chair for Raditz. Gohan sat at the farthest end away from his uncle.




The burlesque warrior tested the chair before taking a seat, doubting the strength of the furniture. Saiyans were very heavy due to their high bone density and oftentimes sat on cushions on the floor. His doubts increased exponentially as the small chair creaked under him.




Chichi took a seat next to her unwelcome guest. "Very well, let us eat."




Father and son shouted in unison: "Let's eat!" 




Raditz observed as his circle served themselves small portions of food in separate bowls. "What's this?" He pointed to a dish filled with white grains.




"Dach rishe." Goku spoke with his mouth full of food. "Wesh one in kown."




"Swallow, Goku!" Chichi reprimanded her uncouth spouse. "It's called 'rice'." Seeing that Raditz was having trouble catching on, she served him a bowl full of the popular grain and topped it with gyūdon, a sweet and salty beef with green onions.




Raditz watched as everyone used odd sticks to eat and grabbed the pair that was near him. 




Goku noticed his brother staring intently at Chichi's hands before imitating her movements, and it took a couple of seconds for his sibling to expertly use the eating utensils. It reminded Goku of his grandfather and how he taught him to eat. It hadn't been until the young cub had seen Grandpa Gohan eat that he had been able to imitate him.




At the first bite of beef Raditz took, he winced and made a sound of confusion. "This meat is burned."




"You mean cooked," Chichi corrected him in a condescending tone.




"It ain't raw." The alien said through gritted teeth. (The Earth protector held in a gasp.) 




"We do not eat raw meat in this house unless it's fish and that is only on special occasions!" The housewife declared.




"Ya like raw meat too?" Goku asked his older brother.




"On Vegetasei, we only eat raw meat. We don't burn it," Raditz informed the uneducated Saiyan.




Goku realized then that his Saiyan instincts ran deeper than what he had thought. He had always believed he was weird for loving the taste of blood and uncooked meat. Now he knew it was a normal thing for his kind.




"W-what else do ya eat on Vegetasei?" The younger alien asked, eager to learn about his heritage, even though he was still coming to terms with not being human.




The head of household slammed her palm on the table, startling the small cub, "Enough talk about other worlds. Gohan, how's your schoolwork?"




Glancing occasionally at the odd, sparkling, yellow and red cuffs on his uncle's wrists, Gohan nodded and stuffed his mouth so he wouldn't have to answer out loud.




Meanwhile, Raditz stopped picking at the burnt meat and decided to try the rice. A groan left his mouth, and Goku watched as his brother savored the bite of common-folk food.




"What is it this time?" Chichi asked; all the rude sounds coming from their coarse guest were starting to annoy her.




"This is similar to wild beiko. Ya steam it too?" Raditz asked.




Chichi was actually surprised that her brother-in-law knew anything about kitchen stuff, "Why, yes, it is steamed. Try the soba."




Raditz stared at the human, confused at what she meant by 'soba'. He opted for staring at the many dishes, trying to guess which one was called what Saiyans knew as 'side-parent'.




Seeing as his older sibling was hesitating, Goku grabbed an empty bowl and served Raditz some noodles with a bit of broth. The larger Saiyan had trouble getting the long, slick edibles with the chopsticks, but he managed after a few tries. He also had trouble eating them.




"Yer supposed t' slurp them," Goku showed Raditz how to do it.




The visitor slurped the so-called 'soba' and made a sound of delight as soon as he chewed them. He began practically inhaling them and finished the dish in a few seconds.




"More." Raditz presented the bowl to Kakarot.




Goku was about to gladly serve him a second portion when Chichi stopped him, "You can serve yerself, Mister."




Raditz shrugged and grabbed the entire serving bowl of soba, immediately slurping the noodles much like Goku would.




Chichi sighed, noticing the dejected looks from her husband and son, "I'll make more."




After much eating and Raditz trying every single dish that his brother's mate put on the table, he finally felt like himself again.




The table was cleared once everyone had a full stomach—a true accomplishment when Saiyans were involved—and green tea was brought out with a few desserts. As soon as the alien guest smelled sugar coming from the new dishes, he almost had a heart attack.




Goku hid a smile as he observed his brother scarfing down the dangos, mochi, yokan, sweet buns, and uirō Chichi had prepared. It seemed having a sweet tooth ran in his family. 




After Raditz took the last bite of pastries he could stuff down his gullet, the chair under him finally succumbed to his weight and collapsed. The tall, robust invitee fell flat on his ass, spilling tea all over himself.




A moment of silence passed before Raditz let out a boisterous laughter, so contagious that the others couldn't help but join in, even Gohan.





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Raditz woke up the next morning, feeling cold and lonely. Last night, Kakarot had stopped the big warrior when Raditz had started following him and Chichi into their master bedroom. 'Ya sleep in the guest room' his brother had said and pointed to the room where Raditz was supposed to sleep in. 




The long-haired alien had shrugged it off and entered the room, sneering at the lack of a nest. Instead, there had been a piece of furniture, much like the cots on his overlord's ship, that had a few blankets and cushions on it. Raditz annoyedly had hopped on the odd furniture only to have it break under his weight. His temper had risen a few notches that night, but the Saiyan warrior had saved his anger for the next day, maybe for a sparring session after convincing Kakarot to join him.




Staring at the light glow of his constraints didn't help matters, and the soft churr of insects outside the house kept the Saiyan awake for several hours until Raditz was able to silence his racing thoughts and fall asleep.




Now it was the next day, and Raditz still felt miffed at all the inconveniences he was living through, and for what? Just to avoid Hell? He wasn't sure if all the aggravation was worth it; after completing the tests, he'd be dead either way.




A soft knock on the door dispelled his dark thoughts, and Raditz tilted his head at the rectangular entrance. He could smell Kakarot on the other side but didn't know why his brother was waiting to come in. Then he remembered his prince and how the spoiled brat insisted on having others announce themselves before interrupting his alone time.




"Ya can come in, ya know? I ain't royalty," Raditz called out to his younger sibling.




Goku opened the door and made sure his guest was decent before entering. He tried not to grin at the broken bed and Raditz's irked face, but he did stare at his chest scar and braces for a split second before speaking. 




"Chichi's makin' fish for breakfast, so I thought we could do that together."




"Do what?" Raditz snapped.




"Ya know… Go fishin'. Catch fish?" 




Raditz sighed and got out of the blankets. Goku turned his face away when he saw the other fighter's state of undress.




"For cryin' out loud! Put some clothes on!" The weaker Saiyan cried out in exasperation.




"What is with ya and me being naked?! It's getting old, Kakarot, for fuck's sake!"




"I- Just grab some from the closet!" Goku pointed at the sliding doors near the corner of the room.




Raditz angrily stood up from the bed and stormed to the closet, grabbing the door and pulling it open. Both doors fell off the slides and onto the floor.




"Great. More repairs." Goku sighed.




"It ain't my fault ya have such weird contraptions in this forge," Raditz grabbed a white tank top and squeezed himself into it.




"It's a door. How hard can it be t' open a damn door?!" 




"As hard as it is for ya to stop staring at me!" The older Saiyan shot back, grabbing the first pair of pants he saw and trying not to rip them as he pulled them up his girthy hams.




Goku was at a loss on how to respond to that. He stepped to the side as his brother marched past him and down the stairs. Taking a deep, calming breath, he followed and prepared himself mentally for what was about to transpire. They would soon be fishing together, and Goku doubted Raditz would keep his clothes on for that activity.




Downstairs, Chichi was coming back from the yard with a basket full of neatly-folded laundry, including the dirty attire her brother-in-law was wearing yesterday, and placed the hamper on the sofa. She paused when she saw said individual stomping down the stairs, two at a time, wearing skin-tight pants and a white tank top too small to leave anything up to the imagination.




"Good morning, Raditz," she politely greeted their guest, noticing for the first time the colorful cuffs on his forearms and exposed ankles as the pants didn't quite reach them.




Raditz paused and tilted his head, giving the human a look, "Good what?"




"Hey, Chichi. We're ready t' catch some nice ones," Goku came trotting into the dinning room.




"Hi, Daddy! Can I come too?" A small child came running from the living room to greet his father. Goku bent down to pick him up.




"Sure, Son. I bet ya can feed yer bird friends while yer uncle and I fish." 




Gohan beamed at his sire's words and couldn't help but wag his tail excitedly; two of his favorite leisure times were spending time outside and helping his dad scale the fish he caught.




Chichi wasn't sure that was a good idea. She didn't trust Raditz as far as she could throw him, especially after knowing he had kidnapped Gohan. Regardless of the long conversation she had had with her spouse about how Raditz was supposed to behave in order to go to Otherworld as an acquitted soul, the young mother couldn't help but feel weary of their houseguest. 




"Goku-sa, I need to speak with you. Gohan, go change into your play clothes, and you can go ahead, Raditz. The river is hard to miss."




"I ain't blind, Human," Raditz rolled his eyes and was about to go outside when he saw his under armor. 




"Finally!" The older warrior stepped out of the uncomfortable leggings and changed into his better-fitting shorts.




Goku and Chichi stood still as they witnessed everything, both unable to tear their eyes away from their built family member.




Raditz, of course, noticed the pair staring at him and smirked, "Like what ya see?" Without waiting for an answer, the tall Saiyan left the house, heading towards the river where he would soon hunt with his baby brother for the first time. It was an effort to keep the skip out of his gait and wag out of his tail.




Once Raditz was out of hearing range, Chichi turned to her husband and couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. "Have ya noticed how small he is? Down there?" She whispered.




Goku nodded, "For such a big guy I would think he'd be big all over."




The housewife blushed as she realized her husband was much bigger. "And what are those glowing bands on his arms and legs? And… You know… On his ding-a-ling?"




"Those are supposed t' be the braces King Yemma put on him. He's supposed t' have one on his tail too."




"He has those odd, red bands too," Chichi said absentmindedly. She heard Gohan coming back from his room and vaguely paid attention to him saying goodbye before going outside.




"Goku-sa, please watch over our son. If anything happens to him, I will hang you out to dry." Patting the shocked Z-Fighter's chest, Chichi went about with her daily chores, happy to have the house all to herself.




"Oh, crap…" Goku thought out loud as he stepped into their front yard and prayed to Kami nothing would happen.





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It wasn't but a few yards away from the house that Goku spotted his brother sitting on the grass, looking very pissed off and smelling just as angry.




"Why ain'tcha at the river?" He asked innocently.




Raditz stood up and spun around violently, lifting up his arms to show the braces and his charred skin. 




"These fucking things won't let me get farther away from ya! They start glowing and get so hot they fucking burn me!"




"Oh. Well, now we know ya can't go too far from me, eheh…"




"Fuck this shit. It ain't worth it," Raditz started walking towards the riverbank with his brother trailing right behind him.




"Can't be worse than Hell," Goku tried to offer a brighter perspective.




"HA!" Raditz noticed Gohan at a distance, playing with some small animals, "Let's see if my mind is changed later on." 




As they reached the water, Raditz began undressing and was pleased when his brother followed his lead. He dipped his toes in the running water and shivered, cursing this planet's cold temperature in his native tongue.




"I uh…"




The taller fighter turned to look at Kakarot and found him seemingly embarrassed about something. 




"Spit it out," the spiritual prisoner deadpanned.




"I've noticed that yer not big," Goku cringed more and more with every word. "How is it that I'm bigger than ya?"




It took about five seconds for Raditz to realize what his brother meant, "Ya mean my dick?"




Goku nodded and blushed.




"And ya think yer cock is bigger than mine?"




The young Saiyan nodded again.




All of a sudden, Raditz let out a loud cackle, grabbing his stomach from the force of his laughter.




"Kakarot! Ya say the damnedest things! AHAHAHAH!"




Feeling himself become disgruntled, Goku finished undressing and grabbed his shaft, "Ya can plainly see that I'm bigger than ya!"




"That's because ya ain't tucked in, Baby Brother," Raditz took a steadying breath and approached the ignorant Saiyan.




"I ain't what?"




"Allow me to demonstrate just how big a Latcher like myself can get."




"A… What?!"




Without further explanation, Raditz took a hold of his member and began pumping it in front of his innocent, little brother. The poor fool was going to eat his words soon, he thought.




Inch by inch, the taller alien's dick grew in size. And it kept going. And going. Goku thought his heart would stop as he watched, mouth agape and eyes wide. "Oh… Gods above…" At least half of his blood rushed into his face, Goku was sure of it.




The package between his brother's legs was a true monster once it reached its full length. It put his and any other penises Goku had come across during his lifetime to shame.




"H-how?!"




"I'm a Latcher, Babe. We get biiig~" Raditz gave his sibling a wink and smirked, seeing the look of disbelief in Kakarot's eyes; it gave his pride a big boost.




"What's that mean? Latcher." 




"Ya know… We can-" Raditz suddenly stopped.




"Ya can what?" Goku was about to ask what happened when his older brother growled, showing his sharp fangs.




Raditz turned around just in time to see the green man that fired the finishing blow at him. He was standing nearby, about to grab the distracted cub. In the blink of an eye, Raditz dashed to where they were and crouched down in a menacing pose, tail lashing out aggressively and all thoughts of arousal killed in an instant.




"I wouldn't do that, if I were ya," he growled threateningly at the Namekian.

 

"Says who?" Piccolo growled back.




"Says the Saiyan that got a huge Zenkai boost and will bite off yer fingers, one by one, and burn ya alive with one blast till yer nothing but ash." 




"Piccolo! What're ya doin'?" Goku came over, wondering what on Earth his rival was up to this time.




"You can thank your brother for the inspiration. I'm taking Gohan under my wing to become a pupil of mine," the pointy-eared alien replied.




"Daddy?" Gohan finally realized he was in danger and ran to his father.




"The fuck ya are!" Raditz growled deeper, feeling the need to protect his circle. 




"Oh, come off it. You were going to do the exact same thing," Piccolo pointed out.




"Because he's my brother's cub! I'll be damned if I let someone from the outside lay a hand on him or anyone in my circle!" The long-haired warrior charged twin ki balls in his hands and readied an attack. 




"Ya know for a fact that I'm stronger than ya even before ya managed to kill me! So what's it gonna be, Green Man? It's just you and me."




Piccolo knew how to pick his battles, and he knew he wouldn't be able to take on Raditz by himself. He had hoped the invader would not care and stay out of it, but the sheer territorial behavior Raditz was displaying told Piccolo that he would have to wait until the large warrior would no longer be part of the picture.




"I'll let you have it your way this time. But remember, you won't always be around, and as soon as you go back to the Land of the Dead, I'll have a new student under my care," that threat being said, Piccolo turned on his heels and flew off.




"Daddy? You're not going to let that mean man take me away, are you?" Gohan asked his father, hugging his leg with his tail coiled around his waist.




Goku sighed and picked up the young child, "I won't." He pressed his nose against his son's and hugged him tight.




"There ain't nothing to worry about, Brat. As long as I'm here, I won't let anything harm ya." Raditz ruffled Gohan's hair, remembering how his source would do the same to calm him down. Acts of kindness, even as an adult, would always set his mind at ease. Raditz winced as he remembered the last time he was with his parent before Vegetasei was destroyed. They were sitting on the balcony of their forge during moontime, hugging and touching their noses together.




Raditz had had no idea that would be the last time he would see Toma.




"Hey, Gohan. How about ya run back inside, we won't be long. And then ya can help us prepare the fish we catch, okay?" 




Raditz came to when he heard his brother shoo the cub back to their abode. He watched Gohan nod and run back inside.




Goku waited a while before speaking, "Why?"




"Why what?" Raditz asked in a confused tone.




"Why are ya suddenly so concerned about me and my family? Ya didn't give two shits about us when ya first got here."




"Tch! Whatever makes ya think that's changed?!" The burly alien crossed his arms, lying through his teeth. "I was only having fun, scaring the green bastard off. I don't give a fuck about anyone!"




Goku squinted at the strange being. He could tell his brother was being dishonest, but he didn't have the foggiest idea why Raditz would hide his true feelings. Maybe the other Saiyan was embarrassed about showing he did care.




"Well, whatever reasons ya have t' want t' hide behind a mask, I wanna thank ya for savin' my kid." Goku looked away, deep in thought, "Chichi woulda killed me if I lost him again. Ya indirectly saved my life too."




Raditz felt a piece of his façade fall, and he resisted the urge to comfort his younger sibling. Kakarot would surely think him weak for showing any soft emotions; he had to remain tough and uncaring if he wanted to leave a good impression on him.




"Whatever, Kakarot. It ain't like yer human mate can actually-" The taller warrior stopped suddenly and looked down, feeling a tingling sensation near his feet, "The fuck?"




Goku turned to see what was happening and noticed the braces on his older brother's ankles glow bright before disappearing.