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The rest of the outing was rather quiet and uneventful. Goku and Raditz got around to buying the materials needed for all the repairs, Goku encapsulated them, and they both headed back to Mount Paozu.  




When they arrived, the young Z-Fighter hesitated on going inside the main house, debating whether he should wait or not for Chichi to let them in.




"Well?!" Raditz snapped as he became impatient.




Goku looked back at his brother and sighed, "Dunno if it's okay t' go inside yet, or-"




"Kakarot, it's ridiculous that ya feel reluctant to enter yer own damn forge!" The taller Saiyan trudged past his sibling and pulled the door open. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed a new scent right before his eyes locked with a pair of sky-blue orbs.




"About time ya came back," Chichi admonished them as her husband entered as well, albeit trepidatiously. She was in the living room, having tea with a guest, one Goku was glad to see.




"You clean up nicely," Bulma tried not to gawk at the barely recognizable 'enemy' that had once scared her shitless. 




Raditz tilted his head, not sure what the blue-haired human meant by that, but he could smell her interest in him. 




"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied with a lopsided grin.




"Bulma!" Goku waved at his childhood friend, "When did ya get here?"




"An hour ago, give or take. You act surprised, my car is just outside, Son," the scientist chuckled.




Goku turned to look out the window and the car was, in fact, parked in the front lawn. 




"Huh." He must've been too worried about Chichi to even notice it. 




He returned his gaze to their guest, "Bulma, this is my older brother, Raditz. Raditz, this is one of my best friends, Bulma."




"Charmed to meet you properly this time and not while you're on a killing spree," Bulma teased.




Raditz took off his sunglasses, "Nice to meet ya again as well, when yer not trembling in fear."




Bulma gave him a coquettish smirk, and the tall alien returned it.




"Goku-sa, Bulma came to help with the repairs," Chichi interrupted whatever sexual energy was being exchanged between her invitees—one wanted, the other not. "Why don't ya start with all the doors, hm?"




"Sure, Chi, but- Can't we eat first?" Goku asked.




"Ya took long enough to get all the materials. I'm sure y'already had something to eat," the ignescent housewife said sternly, sipping her warm lavender tea.




"Oh, Chichi," Bulma cut in tactfully, "you know how Goku is, and I'm sure his brother also has a bottomless barrel in him… Among other things," the scientist added with a side glance to the long-haired Saiyan. 




"Tell you what, we'll get set up while you prepare us one of your delicious meals; I'm a bit hungry myself."




Raditz cocked his head. He smelled the typical dry scent of dishonesty coming from the colorful human. Also, she didn't smell like she was hungry; that smell always carried thin strands of distress and need in it, and Bulma smelled anything but distressed.




Chichi, being a human with a lowly sense of smell, like a mouse fell for the trap and hurried to the kitchen, "Why didn't ya say so?! I'll get started on some of yer favorites!"




Once the volatile woman was out of ear reach, Raditz swaggered towards the couch where Bulma was sitting and took a seat himself right next to her. The meek sofa creaked with the added mass.




"Ya lied to my brother's mate."




"Raditz!" Goku muttered loudly at his impudent sibling as he began un-encapsulating their purchases.




"Yes, I did," Bulma answered coyly. "How could you tell?" The genius saw Raditz gently tap the tip of his nose with a long, girthy finger. She decided at that moment that her bed felt too big and cold during the nights. The multi-billionaire was sure Goku wouldn't mind if she borrowed his brother once or twice.




"Fascinating… So, you can tell when someone's lying just by subtle changes in their scent?"




"Our carrier is a lie detector in the flesh," the burlesque Saiyan bragged.




Turning slightly to better show off her contour, Bulma crossed her legs and placed her elbow on the backrest, head propped in her hand, "What other things can you smell?"




"I can smell how wet yer getting just by looking at me~" Raditz also turned to face this Saiyan-like human, swishing his tail in an entrancing manner to convey his mutual interest.




Watching the pair on the sofa sporadically, Goku's jaw fell on the floor when he noticed the sparks practically flying off them, threatening to burn the house down along with everyone in it.




"Can you blame me?" The brazen woman didn't even consider denying her predicament. It would be tasteless when the evidence was well and truly pouring out from between her legs. "You're practically a dreamboat."




The term confused the stronger warrior, but before he had the chance to ask about that odd term, Goku tossed the last capsule almost at their feet.




"Okay! Time t' fix stuff!" Irately, Son Goku began setting up the work bench, making as much of a ruckus as he could muster, stunting any further conversation between his second-best friend and his brother.




The change in demeanor wasn't lost in the observant scientist; Bulma could also see how flushed Goku was. She had never seen her steadfast, innocent childhood friend so flustered and red in the face, not even with Chichi.




Grimacing at the noise, Bulma stood up from the sofa, "Give me a minute, handsome," marched up to the smaller Saiyan, and dragged him outside by the arm.




"Bulma?! I need to get stuff fixed-"




"Alright, Son Goku. Are you okay?"




The younger of the pair fidgeted and mumbled: "Nothin's wrong."




"I didn't ask that. I asked if YOU are okay. You're building the workstation inside your damn living room, wearing fancy new threads!" Bulma pointed out.




"Oh, these?" Goku tried changing the subject, "I had t' buy a lotta things with the card ya gave me… Includin' clothes for us."




Bulma waved her friend's concerns off, "That card is linked to an account just for your use for whatever you decide to spend it on. There's a fixed amount that renews monthly. If you're worried about spending too much on needless things and hurting me financially, don't. You have a spending limit, and once you hit that limit, you just can't buy anymore until the next month."




At Goku's guilty expression, she added: "You're not my only 'charity case', Son. I help a lot of people; some I don't even know personally! My family has been doing this for ages." 




Bulma placed her palms on Goku's face, "I know you, Silly. I know you wouldn't spend money unless you had no other choice. That's why I decided to give you a card in the first place."




"Thanks, Bulma," Goku expressed with a small smile.




"Think nothing of it. The planet wouldn't be around if it weren't for you," Bulma patted the Saiyan's cheek once and removed her hands. "Now, tell me what's-"




"Speaking of money," Goku interrupted, "ya think ya can give this t' some of yer charities?" He pulled out a wad of cash from one of his many pants pockets.




The genius squinted, "Something tells me you really want to give this away and not keep it for yourself." At the other's nod, she added: "Can I ask why?"




"Ya really dun wanna know," Goku answered with a head shake.




"Raditz?"




"Raditz."




"Alright, I'll put this in my car while you two get the workstations done OUTSIDE while wearing work clothes."




"Thanks again, Bulma!" Jealousy forgotten, courtesy of Bulma's charm, the happy-go-lucky alien waved as he rushed back inside the house to get into a more work-appropriate attire.




-




The trio started building the two workbenches, one for cutting, the other for putting things together; Bulma traced the lines and Goku sawed the wood. It was when the C.E.O. told Raditz to start hammering the planks together that she realized the alien had no clue on how to use a hammer and nails.




"Hey, handsome!" Bulma called to the warrior that had once scared her nine ways to Sunday and removed the tools from his hands. "I got a better job for you. You can clean up all the sawdust and leftover strips of wood, yeah?"




Raditz seemed frustrated, "I couldn't get those to work," he justified himself, "they ain't got no activation switches, no buttons…"




"It's okay, Hun. I don't expect you to know everything about this planet and our ways of life. Speaking of…" Bulma lowered her voice, "follow me."




Telling Goku they were going to get refreshments and to keep on sawing, Bulma led Raditz to the side of the house to chat.




The tall Saiyan looked perplexed at the new setting away from his brother, "Yer taking me all the way here to tell me how earthian tools work?"




"Wha? No, no, no! I want to ask about the money. Where did you get it from?"




"Oh. I fought some guy in an arena, and Kakarot didn't wanna keep the money. Something about it being dirty?"




"Just as I suspected. Street boxing?" After seeing Raditz nod, Bulma continued, "There are pretty bad people that use illegal tournaments to erase their tracks."




"Huh?"




The brainy woman thought about a simple way to explain money laundering to Goku's brother. Taking out a hundred Zenni bill from her wallet, Bulma pointed at the corner of it and said: "On our currency, there are tracking numbers that identify each paper. When these bills go missing, the law can easily find where the papers have been used, who used them, and when. The papers leave 'tracks', and they'll lead our officers to the people that committed the crime; be it stealing, printing false copies, drug dealing, or the Black Market-"




"Damn!" Raditz looked shocked at the mention of the shady and well-known contraband center. "Ya guys have a Black Market here too?!"




"You have one in space?!"




"The Black Market is everywhere, and nowhere. I'm surprised it's reached so far."




"I'm really not that surprised when I think about it. Humans can't be the only corrupt species in the universe," Bulma placed a manicured nail in her mouth and chewed on it.




"Ya'd gotten along with my carrier," Raditz remarked when he observed the similarities between Bulma and Bardock's mannerisms and brains.




"I take it 'carrier' means she carried you inside her? Your mother?" Bulma entered the side-door to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade Chichi was in the process of serving. The younger, raven-haired woman didn't even notice, and the two walked back to their workstation.




"We don't use those terms. But 'carrier' does mean he carried us inside him." 




"HE?!" Bulma's eyebrows shot up, and her brain began doing mental acrobatics. After a moment, she turned to Raditz, "Would you be open to being studied?"




"The fuck does that mean? Like experimented on?!" The burly warrior did not like the sound of that. He'd seen the remains of test subjects under Frieza's 'care'.




"Not at all, just observed on a table. Completely safe. I'm a scientist, and you are an alien," the blue-eyed human reassured the other, moving her hand back and forth between them.




"My brother's also an alien, in case ya forgot. And we have about the same anatomy. Study him."




"Hmmm. I actually forgot about that. It's been many years during which I saw him as a human, well, aside from his tail," Bulma commented.




It was enough to stop Raditz in his tracks, "What the Hell happened to his tail?"




"It was cut off," the genius replied matter-of-factly.




"Goddess Lune! What kinda crime did he commit to have the most important body part removed?!" And here, Raditz thought his baby brother wouldn't harm the smallest of pests.




Bulma did a double take, "Crime? Your people were punished for crimes and had their tails removed?"




"The worst kind of crimes. Some Saiyans preferred death over losing their tails," the girthy alien spoke in a baleful tone.




"Most important body part…" Bulma reflected. "That settles it! You two are coming to my house tomorrow. We'll make a feast out of it with all the guys and introduce you formally to them." 




She continued her trek back elatedly, planning out a grand get-together for her friends.




"Feast here means food, right?" Raditz asked as he jogged to catch up to her.




-




The repairs to the house had begun after the group had lunch together. They had to add another chair to the list of things to do—thanks to Raditz's massive weight—but the rebuilding went fairly smoothly. Doors, chairs, and beds were fixed, along with a couple of shelves, then the windows and thresholds, and lastly, the bathroom sink, which had seen better days, was replaced by a much fancier one Bulma had brought inside a capsule.

 

The sun was touching the horizon by the time the unofficial contractors finished cleaning up and encapsulating the tools.




"Stay for dinner, Bulma. It's the least we can do," Chichi had suggested.




Bulma had politely declined, saying she had much to work on. 'Keep this one here happy and you'll have repaid me' she had told the housewife, to which Chichi had tried not to turn her smile into a frown.




Goku and Raditz escorted their blue-haired friend outside where they said their goodbyes.




"I'll be seeing you two tomorrow at my place. Don't forget! Be there around noon!"




"Wait- What?" Goku was confused by the last bit Bulma said before closing the hover car door and speeding away into the chromatic distance.




The Earth defender spun around to face his brother with an accusing glare, "What did ya tell her?!"




The brawnier Saiyan lifted his hands in surrender, "Nothing! Bulma just wants to study me- us… you."




Goku let out a long groan and rubbed his face as he turned it towards the darkening sky, as if praying to the gods up above to grant him the power of invisibility.




"Oh, c'mon," Raditz removed his brother's hands away, "what's the big deal? He's a scientist just like our carrier."




"SHE is a nightmare when she gets into study mode," Goku pulled his wrists from Raditz's grasp and paced the yard. "Ya know the first thing t' cross my mind when ya said I was an alien?"




Raditz shook his head and crossed his arms. With the night came the chilly breeze, typical of the East District where they were located—a short ki flare-up would help remedy the cold the spiritual prisoner was beginning to feel.




"It wasn't the fact that I wasn't a human anymore," the younger alien continued, "it wasn't that my kid also had alien blood in him. It wasn't that Chichi was gonna kill me for not being human. It was that Bulma was gonna want t' put me under the knife and study me!"




The long-haired guest didn't understand what had his brother's tail in such a knot, "There's gonna be a buncha free food~"




About to argue some more, Goku stopped himself and pondered that statement. Bulma did throw the grandest get-togethers ever, meaning there would be a lot of exquisite things to eat. 




"Okay. Her all-ya-can-eat buffets are worth it."




-




That night found the two Saiyans back at Goku's small childhood house a few yards away from the Son house. The young warrior had asked Chichi if he and his brother could come back to the larger abode, but when the fiery woman said she was enjoying the peace and quiet, Goku didn't insist. Any other day he would've—and had—but this time, Raditz was there, and getting to spend time with him alone was suddenly more appealing than sleeping next to his frigid wife and getting blue-balled by her.




"Ya think yer friends will be fine with me being around?"




His brother's deep and soothing voice cut through the disquieting quietude that had settled among them as they lay in their separate sleeping areas.




"Ya'll be okay. After I introduce ya and they get t' know the real you, they'll forgive ya," Goku replied.




"Hey, friends," Raditz mockingly began, "this is the asshole that threatened us and kidnapped my brat, and I had to kill him to save everyone!"




The younger Saiyan chuckled at his brother's childish tune, "How about: hi, friends, this is the real Raditz. He puts up a violent and dangerous front, but deep inside, he's a softie and caring guy."




"Pah! Promise me ya'll never let our carrier hear that about me. If he was still around, Bardock would kill me if he found out I'd let my mask down."




"Bardock is our mother?" The Z-Fighter asked with unabashed interest.




"Saiyans don't use that term. He's our carrier, meaning; he popped us out," the long-haired alien explained casually. "Gine's yer source, by the way; Toma is mine. A source is the Saiyan that shoots their cum into another one and knocks him up—source and carrier."




"Hmm, so we're just half-brothers," Goku concluded precipitously. 




Raditz turned around to lie on his side and look at his younger kin, "I hope that doesn't mean what it sounds like." 




Goku copied the other's movement, "It means we have the same moth- carrier and different… sources."




The burly warrior shrugged and propped his head on his elbow, "I don't know how humans work nor the terms they use, but in our culture, yer my brother, Kakarot. We got three parents: Bardock is our Center—meaning he's the pack leader—and carrier; Toma is my source and yer side-parent; and Gine is yer source and my side-parent. Almost all Saiyan circles got three or more parents, sometimes even seven! Don't humans got that?"




The Earth-raise alien shook his head, "Wow, seven parents. We- humans got only two parents."




"Huh. So, humans are like Snow Saiyans," at his smaller sibling's questioning look, Raditz added: "Those are just another type of Saiyan, Brother-" 




A yawn mixed in with the last word, and Raditz laid his head back on the fluffy pillow, "I'll explain more come suntime."




Goku smiled at his once-upon-a-time enemy; it was uncanny how much things had changed in this short amount of time. If only they had taken the time to get to know each other truly and honestly…




"Thanks, 'Ditz, for teachin' me all this stuff."




Raditz felt a pang in his chest at the pet-name and unconsciously touched the ridges of his scarred killing blow, "Psh, anytime. It's my duty as yer older brother to look after ya and teach ya anything and everything."




A frown knitted Goku's eyebrows; he believed there was a deeper meaning to those words, "Yer only doin' it cuz yer supposed ta?"




The taller Saiyan lifted his head and gave the other a serious look, "No, I want to. Ever since ya were born." 




Raditz settled back into the soft cushion underneath, staring at the ceiling, "We just got off on the wrong foot. If I'd known yer such a goop like Gine, I'd have never acted the way I did. I just wanted to impress ya…"




The naïve Z-Fighter noticed Raditz's scent began to change. He didn't know how to describe it, but it smelled sad. 




"Ya took it very far just t' impress me, didntcha." 




Shrugging once more, the disappointed alien snaked his buff arms under his head, "Yer my baby brother, ya were the reason I sprinted back to our forge every cycle after the academy," Raditz reminisced. 




"If I don't act tough and strong and aggressive, ya'll think I'm a weak ass fucker. I can't have ya thinking that of me; I'd rather die—and I did."




Goku winced at the emotion behind Raditz's words. Never before had he regretted something so much as the day he had teamed up with an enemy to defeat a supposed enemy.




"Ya must think really highly of me t' choose death just t' get my approval."




Another yawn exposed all eight of the large Saiyan's canines, and Raditz closed his eyes, "Ya got no idea, Baby Bro."




Goku snuggled deeper into the mattress and prepared for slumber, "Will ya tell me sometime?"




Raditz chuckled groggily, "If ya promise not to laugh when ya find out how much of a failed Saiyan I am, sure."




"I'd never laugh at that," the younger warrior opened his eyes and was met with Raditz's dark orbs staring back at him. "But ya breakin' the chair and bed was hilarious."




The stronger Saiyan smiled and closed his eyes again, "Tch, fuck ya, Kakarot." 




"We'll see," Goku answered back.




-




Morning came too soon, and Goku woke up to a heart-stopping scenario. He leapt off the bed, screaming a cease and desist, to stop his brother from firing a ki blast towards the window. When asked why, Raditz had complained about the gods-awful shrieking coming from outside, and he had simply wanted to scare off whatever was disturbing his peaceful rest.




Goku asked him to please leave the birds alone.




Still not wanting to disturb Chichi, the weaker Saiyan had proposed they fish for breakfast. Goku would grab some remaining vegetables from the farm and an old cauldron inside Grandpa Gohan's hut, and they would have all the necessities to make stock and stew.




Eagerly, at the edge of the river, Goku watched as his older brother peeled his clothes off and exposed his rippling and bulging muscles again. Raditz chuckled when the Earth Saiyan was caught ogling at him and tried denying anything about ulterior motives for going fishing.




"Little Brother, I can smell ya~" 




It was enough to shut Goku up but not enough for him to admit out loud that he was eyeing up his sibling. When Raditz had pulled the Z-Fighter flush against his hard and wet body after catching enough fish, Goku had panicked and thrown a fit, using their schedule as a pretext to stop anything from advancing further.




After a rushed breakfast and Goku avoiding eye contact with Raditz, the two alien warriors got ready and set off to Bulma's place, soaring through the clouds and meeting a few avian companions on their way.




As they set foot on Capsule Corp. grounds, Goku had to first reassure everyone that Raditz wasn't going to attack anyone and that he was going to behave. The other Z-Fighters; Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, and Chiaotzu, broke off their defensive stance, especially after Bulma threatened to make this a dry party.




The former enemy was introduced properly, and the others stated their names—Krillin was a tad passive-aggressive about the whole greeting arrangement, even going as far as to rub the cheek that Raditz had struck with his tail. He and everyone else except Goku, however, were floored when their alien guest apologized, albeit in a roundabout way.




Sometime after many questions from earthlings and aliens alike, a few slip-ups followed by insincere cover-ups, and a lot of necessary drinks of all varieties, it was time for the food to be served, and everyone chose a seat at the long table Bulma had previously set up.




Chafer dishes were lit up on the bottom to keep the incoming food warm, and tray upon tray of superfine and nutritious eats were placed within the chafers; serving utensils were left at the side of each.




"Bon appetite, everyone! May one thing never die: our friendship!" Bulma toasted and sat down next to the guest of honor.




"On Vegetasei, we would say 'In Cel' when cheering for an event," Raditz made casual conversation as his brother served two dishes for the both of them.




"Is that so?" Bulma leaned on her hand flirtatiously, "what else did they do there?"




"I bet the women were something wild to witness," Yamcha, the philanderer of the group, interjected, "I imagine they were strong and buff like you guys—powerful legs that could crush watermelons." 




Krillin spat out his drink at the uncalled-for commentary from the brass Z-Fighter. 




"I think what Yamcha meant to say is if you had a wife or a girlfriend," Tien saved face on his impertinent friend's behalf.




Raditz winced as he broke off a piece of bread and dipped it in a sauce that smelled sweet, "Ya mean a mate, right? No, I never got mated, but I always wanted my brother-"




"T' HAVE A MATE OF HIS OWN!" Goku interrupted suddenly, shoving the piece of bread in his careless sibling's mouth and adding with a chuckle, "and I did do that, eheheh."




The odd interaction wasn't lost on the genius woman, but being as smart as she was, Bulma would save any delicate questions for when there was more privacy and less judgment.




"I think you guys need to stop with the inquisition and start with the nutrition," the blue-eyed scientist suggested. "Goku! I had some extra rare meat done for you and your brother. I know how much you enjoy it and figured it must be a Saiyan trait."




"Yep!" The young alien exclaimed and looked for the tray that held the delicacy made especially for Raditz and himself. 




The long-haired warrior began feeling truly bad for how he approached these creatures. He had started off as an enemy, and while that was usually the case for his race, he should've had the foresight to discern that these humans were Kakarot's allies.




"You play a lot with those things."




Raditz looked up from a spot on the table and pinpointed who the comment had come from; it was the odd, bald one with no nose. As for the things he was asked about…




"It's a habit," he replied and twirled his finger around the inside of his arm band once more.




"I've never seen you without them," Bulma coaxed more information out of their alien guest.




With a deep breath, and touching his arm band one more time, Raditz elaborated on his red bands' meaning, "These bands honor my parents' deaths. This one's for Gine, Kakarot's source," he patted the ring on his thigh, "this is for Toma, my source," he snapped the band on his bicep, "and this one here…" Raditz lifted his mane to expose a thin braid with a red ribbon intertwined with the hair strands, "this is for our carrier."




"If my translation is accurate, you and Goku share the same mother and different fathers?" The triclops asked.




Raditz was about to explain when Goku did it for him, "In our culture, we can have a lot of parents. They're all equally our parents, and we ain't half-brothers, we're full brothers!"




The tall alien—at one time, their enemy—wanted to throw Kakarot down on the table and have his way with him in front of the others. Only two things were stopping him: the lack of his brother's tail and the fact that Kakarot would be very angry at him for traumatizing his human friends.




Nevertheless, Raditz beamed at his baby brother with pride written all over his face. He tore into a slab of meat to keep his mouth from betraying him in front of the present company and subsequently felt like crying when his mouth received a full blast of earthian flavors; the food was almost as good as Gine's.




"We also ain't got females, or males for that matter."




This new revelation caught everyone's interest.




"Goku, what do you mean?" Bulma asked the question burning in everyone's mind.




"Ya got this, Kakarot? Or do ya need yer big brother to come down and save ya?" Raditz teased.




"Ya can have this one, I barely understand myself. I also wanna have my mouth busy with something else!" Goku said, and he started avidly ingesting his meal.




A salacious image of his younger sibling occupying his mouth with something not-quite-edible made Raditz cough and fight to keep his pants from ripping open. 




"Saiyans are a two in one combo. All of us," he busied himself with a bowl of pale, elongated pulps that tasted divine—he did have trouble getting a good amount in his mouth using only a pair of sticks and not shoveling them in with his bare hands.




"Here, let me help you," Bulma offered.




"You're saying that you have male and female parts?" Tien asked for clarification.




Raditz nodded as he was fed a mouthful of starchy strands by the blue-haired human.




"You don't have boobs!" Yamcha scoffed. "Women have boobs!"




"Not all women," Bulma shot her ex-boyfriend with a warning look which was thoroughly ignored.




"Okay, so… That means you guys swing for both teams, yeah?" 




The former desert bandit asked a bit too eagerly in Tien's opinion.




The taller Saiyan gulped down the bits of noodly Heaven and frowned, "If 'team' is what I think it is, then no, we only got one team. We also got some Saiyans that have bigger breasts, but they're extremely rare and practically untouchable."




Krillin downed his third tumbler of liquor—or was it the fourth? He wondered. "You're telling me… That Goku AND YOURSELF have hoo-has and ding-a-lings?"




It was Goku's turn to choke on his food. Chiaotzu giggled at the childish terminology his drunk friend used.




"I don't wanna get technical, but yeah. We have a fully functional dick and a fully functional pussy, inside organs included." 




The rambunctious partygoers, namely Krillin and Yamcha, did a double take and were almost drunk enough to ask questions that would most likely get them in trouble.




When Raditz smelled their obscene amount of curiosity vibes they were emanating, he chuckled and shook his head. These humans were entertaining at the very least, and he was enjoying himself immensely, explaining topics of his species and watching them all cry out in shock and disbelief.




A cloud of sadness unexpectedly washed over him, and the older alien's cheery expression changed into one of chagrin. He had failed royally in his quest to retrieve his brother, he hadn't planned accordingly, and he had acted unwittingly—history had repeated itself.




"Hey."




A soft hand touched the Saiyan's firm shoulder, and Raditz turned to see a pair of blue orbs watching him with tenderness.




"We all make mistakes, Raditz," Bulma smiled, "don't sweat it and enjoy the moment."




The large warrior scoffed and shook his head, "How can ya be so easily forgiving and accepting of a defective Saiyan like me?"




Goku perked up at the new word, "Defective?"




"Saiyans that are physically weak, dependent, or have behavioral weaknesses are considered defective. I was defective, Gine was defective, his closest comrade was also defective…" Raditz explained, "We're mercy killed at birth so we're very few in numbers."




"That's barbaric!" Tien exclaimed and received a confused look from their new ally.




"How else would ya have a warrior race stay strong?"




"A chain is only as strong as its weakest link," Bulma answered Raditz's question with a riddle.




"Exactly," the long-haired Saiyan emphasized. "We can't afford to have a weak population; we'd get wiped out instantly! So, anyone who was born defective—weak or unable to fend for himself—was eliminated from the start. It was for the good of all our people, a noble sacrifice."




"Still, you guys have no heart to kill your own babies!" Yamcha cut in, flicking his chopsticks to gesticulate and inadvertently flinging sauce in Krillin's direction.




"Hey! I got a heart!" Goku bit back.




"I meant normal Saiyans," Yamcha received a glare from his longtime friend. "Am I wrong?!"




Raditz interrupted the spat and educated the humans further, hoping to all the gods he could trust them to not take advantage of this sensitive information, "On the contrary. We have too great of a heart, and this is why we need to appear heartless to keep our greatest weakness from being known."




"So that's why you attacked us instead of making nice!" Bulma concluded. "You didn't know if we would be friends or foes. All you saw was your brother among these unknown creatures, and if you showed any caring towards Goku, these strange creatures might take advantage of that- Oh, my god!" Bulma sat back in her chair and pulled on her hair.




Raditz downed his beverage, "Now ya see how stupid I am. I shoulda done more research on humans." 




To change the topics, somewhat, the older of the two powerful siblings began retelling a bit of Kakarot's origin story, "When Kakarot was born, he had the lowest power level ever recorded in Saiyan history."




Goku stopped eating to pay closer attention to his brother.




"Our carrier, Bardock, went to see the King, still bleeding and hurting from giving birth moments ago, to plead for Kakarot's life so he'd be spared. Kakarot would be spared, but he'd have to get sent away. The old yan did the same for me but couldn't save his first born; he got killed by our tyrant of an overlord."




"You guys have such a hard life!" Chiaotzu was starting to understand Saiyans better; they were the typical misunderstood animals from a different world.




"Your carrier sounds very caring and nurturing with her- his children," Bulma commented and corrected herself.




The group jerked in surprise when Raditz started cackling and all but fell off his chair.




"Bardock is the meanest, most ruthless cunt among our race! He has killed thousands of lives, innocent and guilty, with no second thought. He would fight anyone who dared question his authority. He enjoyed throwing stuff at me whenever I crossed him; he'd even bite me back if I bit him when I was just a baby!" Raditz laughed again, but he sounded oddly fond of the memories.




Tien huffed in anger at Goku's supposed 'mother's' behavior, "How was he allowed to have kids?"




"Whaddya mean?" Raditz sobered up, wiping a tear from his eye, "This is normal interaction between parents and their brats. It ain't a Bardock thing only."




"Yeah," Bulma's gears worked a mile a minute, "His violence only means he felt very strongly for his kids. Since Saiyans hide their softer emotions, this Bardock fellow needed to appear extra tough to make sure his loved ones were safe, otherwise, his cubs would've become a target to be exploited! I get it now." 




"Yep. If it woulda come down to it, he woulda gladly died to keep his circle safe," Raditz poured himself another glass of the frustratingly weak alcohol and downed it, making a silent toast to his Center.




Goku resumed his eating with a smile on his face. After a few bites, he turned back to his brother, "Tell us more about our parents."




-




The gathering continued well into the late afternoon. Master Roshi and Oolong had arrived later on, along with Puar, and after a few explanations and reassurances, the friends, old and new, had started playing a few outdoor games. At one point, Bulma had kidnapped Goku and had taken him inside to 'get to know him' in a more scientific way—the Saiyan brothers had had to explain they couldn't get too far away from each other due to the cuffs Raditz still had. Bulma had immediately thought of a solution, and Goku hadn't been able to escape his curious friend's claws.




Now the gang was contemplating the sunset while the Turtle Master and Raditz were trying to drink each other under the table. They were all waiting for their hostess to be done with whatever sinister experiments she was putting the Earth savior through in the temporary clinic tent she had set up not too far from them. 




"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" The group cheered as Roshi and the long-haired alien gulped down their umpteenth beer.




Raditz slammed his mug down when he finished, careful not to break the glass container this time, and the old man followed suit.




"I got the hard stuff!" Oolong shouted from a few yards away, jogging over to deliver the more potent alcohol to the competitors.




Roshi wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and stood up, "Yeah, I'm done for. You all youngsters take my place."




Tien took the geriatric's place and served himself a shot of whiskey, "You're facing me now. Prepare to lose." 




Raditz returned the smirk the triclops was flashing at him and grabbed the entire bottle, "I'll make it easier for ya. One of those pathetic glasses for one of these bottles."




"You're all going to get alcohol poisoning!" Puar exclaimed; her best friend was already slurring in his speech.




The two competitive drinking rivals began, and it didn't take too long for Tien to give in. Chiaotzu had to hurry and help his friend stand up and not fall on his face.




"I need to -hic- lie down," the tall, bald martial artist declared and left with his companion towards Bulma's house.




"I think it's time for karaoke!" Krillin, who had wisely stayed out of the drinking contest, ran off inside to get the machine, missing the groans and face palms the others gave at the prospect of hearing the short Z-Fighter sing.




"Aw, man. This is gonna suck!" Yamcha laughed in a sultry manner after the others dispersed; only Raditz and himself were left at the table.




"Is it that bad?" The Saiyan asked, leaning one arm on the table and turning to the side to give the ex-desert bandit a full-frontal view. He could smell this human's interest ever since Kakarot and himself had arrived at Bulma's place, and if he were honest, he did feel intrigued by this species' mating habits.




"Krillin's the worst in s-singing," the scarred human spread his legs in a way his drunken mind thought was subtle.




"So kary-oky is a singing activity? Are ya any good at it?"




"I'm good at-a lotta things~" Yamcha ran his tongue over his bottom lip.




"Careful, now. Saiyans go hard or not at all," Raditz gripped the inside of his thighs near his groin.




Yamcha stared at the skintight shorts the alien was wearing, and he noticed the lack of a bulge worthy of a being that size, "So, you mentioned being def-fective. Does that include sex?"




Leaning forward until his mouth was right next to the other's ear, Raditz whispered in a sultry voice, "Sex is about the only thing I'm great at. But I do the giving."




The wolf warrior let out a small moan, feeling himself get hard at the close proximity of this beast of a man- alien, he corrected himself.




"Let's get outta here."




Raditz sat back, "You got a place in mind? I can't get too far from Kakarot."



In his drunken state, Yamcha had almost forgotten Goku's original name. Giving the taller warrior a sultry look and crooking a finger for the other to follow, the licentious human set off to the main building of Capsule Corp..




-




The two bodies stumbled into the kitchen, groping, undressing, and bumping into various objects until they reached the living room. Yamcha kept trying to kiss the long-haired Saiyan, but every time he got too close, Raditz would either turn his face away or push the human away.




"What's the deal? Let me -hic- kiss ya!"




"Saiyans don't kiss, alright?" Raditz refused.




"Well, that's lame-" Yamcha was cut off as he was pushed backwards into a sofa.




The Saiyan towered above the relatively petite Z-Fighter and stroked himself through his shorts, "It's a cultural thing. We only kiss our mates or circle."




The scarred human watched, entranced, as the other's shaft grew in size. What was borderline flat now had a prominence stretching the semi-sheer material. 




"Honestly, your dick will make up for it," Yamcha reached out for Raditz's spandex shorts and pulled them down.




"Sweet mother of God…" 




"Betcha never seen something like this before," the alien slid a finger inside his red leg band, stretched it, and let it snap back against his muscular thigh.




The crisp sound brought Yamcha back down from the clouds, and he wiped a bit of drool that had formed in the corner of his mouth, "We're going to need a lot of lube."




"I got that covered…" The revived soul reached behind himself and pressed on his tail gland, but his sex partner seemingly ignored that bit of information and jumped off the couch, dashing back to the adjacent room they had come from.




Raditz heard some clinking sounds, a bit of cussing, and footsteps running back to the living room.




"The fuck's that?" The bulkier warrior asked as he removed his oiled fingers from his tail, but when he smelled the sweetness coming from the bottle the human was holding, he snatched it and mentally agreed to use the amber contents within.




"S-syrup," Yamcha stuttered in his inebriated state. 




"Whatever, lie down," came the visitor's command.




The homeowner's ex-boyfriend obediently lay on the lounge, gasping as he felt the cold molasses being poured on his cock and balls and when Raditz hiked both his legs up, folding him in half. 




"I bet you're super strong like Goku," Yamcha moaned when the tail holding the syrup bottle poured the sugary liquid over his hole; the chilliness was chased away by a soft and warm tongue.




"Stronger," Raditz briefly paused his oral attentions to brag about himself, even though he knew he was one of the weaker Saiyans, especially now that only four of them were left. The space warrior pulled back when he realized only three of his kind were left—he had forgotten he was only a temporary guest in this plane.




Growling in anger at the Fates and his own folly, Raditz let go of Yamcha's legs and squeezed the life out of the plastic bottle with his tail over the human's groin before kneeling down to lick him clean and suck him off. At the same time, two of his fingers searched for the other's entrance and easily slipped inside with the syrupy aid. The other hand made sure his hair didn't get in the way, or Heavens forbid, got the sticky substance on it.




"Oh, fuck~ You're just big all over!" The Z-Fighter moaned while Raditz's girthy fingers prepared him. Without much thought, his own digits reached for the soft-looking tail and caressed its feathery strands. It made the alien bolt up and remove his tail out of the way.




"Is your tail also off limits?" Yamcha asked.




"It's very sensitive…"




"I'll be careful."




Against his better judgment, and perhaps with the help of a few too many drinks, Raditz settled the crushed bottle on the carpet and offered his furry appendage to the smaller being. 




"If ya squeeze it, I'll bite yer hand off and eat it in front of ya," the violent sibling warned.




Yamcha gulped as he was reminded that this creature was the most dangerous being on the planet; the thought aroused him more rather than scared him.




Gently, the tipsy wolf-warrior brushed his fingertips along the fur and was delighted when he heard the alien groan. He ventured further and leaned up to lick the long extremity; the rewards were most welcome when he felt Raditz's breathing become heavier and another finger added to his loosened channel.




The fingering felt amazing, Yamcha had to admit; it was his first time having someone other than Bulma play with him down there, and it was certainly a lot rougher than when he shared a bed with the dominant woman. The baseball player much enjoyed the harsher treatment, and when those glorious fingers pressed upwards deep inside him, Yamcha cried out in pleasure, accidentally squeezing Raditz's tail and having the warrior collapse on him.




"I'll be taking this away," Raditz gritted out and removed his tail from the panicking human's loose grip.




"Relax. I'mma fuck ya first before eating yer hand," he teased.




The other caught Raditz's playful smirk and let out a sigh of relief—Goku's brother really had a creamy filling inside a tough exterior. Speaking of creamy filling…




"I'm ready. Shove that thing in there."




The larger fighter removed his fingers, kneeled on the shaggy rug, and sat Yamcha up, leaning him against the backrest. The human's shorter legs were promptly lifted to expose his twitching and puffy hole.




"Just know I ain't gonna be able to come. This stupid cuff won't let me."




It took a few seconds for the ex-bandit to pay attention to the intricate design and swirling colors at the base of the magnificent piece, "But you're gonna fuck me, right?" The question came out with a sliver of desperation.




The Saiyan shrugged, "I can still have other orgasms. Keep playing with my tail."




Without questioning the anatomy of this alien species, Yamcha nodded and did what he was told, albeit this time he'd be more careful.




"Ready?" The brawny warrior placed the pointy tip of his cock right past Yamcha's entrance, just enough to let the other know he was about to get it good once the green light was given.




"Please!"




Anything else that Yamcha could've added to his plea was cut short when his hole was stretched wider and wider to accommodate Raditz's massive dick. The stretch alone made his eyes cross and his mouth hang open; his hands gripped the edge of the cushions and tore the upholstery. 




"Oh… GOD!" The Z-Fighter howled passionately as the alien's shaft kept pressing deeper inside, rubbing along the ridges of his cavern and stuffing him up like a turkey on Thanksgiving. 




And Yamcha had much to give thanks for on the upcoming holiday. 




"Thank you, gods above…"




"Say who?" Raditz gritted out; it was taking a lot out of him to go slowly and not carve his way inside like he would do with a sturdy, Saiyan partner. Last thing he wanted was for his brother to find out a friend of his was killed by Raditz's meat pole.




The popular sports player waved at his mumbled words, all traces of intoxication almost gone in his sobered-up state. 




"I've never had anything… so BIG inside me!" Yamcha flicked the tip of the alien's tail, making him moan and thrust his hips forward minutely.




"I'm not in all the way yet~" Raditz teased back and enjoyed seeing his sex partner's eyes roll into his head as he pushed in deeper. 




A few more inches were left, and Raditz suddenly grabbed Yamcha by the hips and rolled backwards onto the shaggy rug, taking the smaller man with him.




"Bottom out," the spirit visitor ordered and let go of the earthling's hips.




With both hands on the Saiyan's pecs, Yamcha sat back and let himself drop onto Raditz's cock until he could feel the other's pubic hair on his balls. He was certain the inhumanly large organ was pressing against his stomach at that point with how full he felt; he was ruined, no other toy or dick would satisfy him after trying out a Saiyan.




Then Yamcha realized a cold, hard fact, "I'm not going to last long."




"We can go as many rounds as ya want. I ain't getting soft any time soon," Raditz lifted Yamcha by his shins and let him fall back down. The abrupt thrust pulled out a pleasured scream out of the scarred male. He repeated this action again just to hear the other's cries.




Once Yamcha was consistently leaking precum, the professional sex worker grabbed him by the hips and started fucking into him at a violently fast pace with the intent of making the weaker warrior climax quickly.




The former desert bandit was overwhelmed by the onslaught and couldn't hold back for much longer. He felt himself twitching, a ball of electric pleasure about to burst out from his loins.




"I'M GONNA… I'M-"




Raditz stopped all of a sudden when a familiar scent reached his nose, he tilted his head back to see the upside-down image of his brother standing at the archway of the room. Yamcha noticed their audience a second later and all but screeched, covering himself from his secret crush.




"FUCK! GOKU?!"




Giving his brother a self-assured smirk, Raditz slowly lifted the human off his dick, exposing the slick and shiny shaft to the younger Saiyan.




"Mmm, wanna watch us, Kakarot?" He savagely brought Yamcha down his cock, pulling a squeal out of the Z-Fighter.




"Will you stop?!" Yamcha cried out when his lover repeated the action. Then is when he noticed the pained look on his long-term friend right before Goku turned around and left in a hurry.




"Shit!" Raditz rudely pushed Yamcha off his dick and stood up to run after his sibling; he remembered his state of nudity and paused to collect his clothing.




"What the Hell are you doing?!" Yamcha stood up on weakened legs, "We're not done here!"




"To be continued," the stronger warrior stated and put his top back on. "My brother comes first and always will."




With a serious but apologetic look, the Saiyan dashed after the Earth defender, leaving a frustrated Z-Fighter behind.




-




It wasn't difficult to trace his younger sibling; using his sense of smell, Raditz found the shorter warrior skipping stones on the edge of a pond full of fish.




The long-haired brother approached Kakarot cautiously until he was standing next to him. The other continued tossing pebbles across the water.




"I'm sorry."




Goku did a double take, "For what? It ain't like yer my mate."




The taller Saiyan felt his heart tear in half, "I can smell ya want me, and yer confused about it. Yer jealous of yer friend."




"So, what if I am? It ain't gonna change things," the spiky-haired fighter shrugged. "Ya'll be gone soon."




"Wish me back with those balls ya were talking about with the Namekian."




Goku shook his head, "They take a long time t' recharge, and I dun wanna…"




"Ya don't wanna wait," Raditz finished for him and received a shy nod. "Grow yer tail back."




The weaker Saiyan threw another stone; it sank. "Why did ya hafta be so stupid…"




It was a rhetorical question; the older alien knew. He could smell anger and sadness dominate over all the other smells his baby brother was emitting. It was then when Raditz truly regretted his initial approach when he arrived on the planet.




"Kakarot," Raditz's hand tucked in a strand of hair behind the other's ear, and his brother turned to look at him; his eyes were full of sorrow.




The larger of the two bent down to press their foreheads together, brushing his hand across the shorter locks of hair on his sibling's nape. They were so close; Raditz pressed his nose against Kakarot's, their breaths intermingling with each other.




"There you are!" 




The brothers were startled apart and turned to see their blue-haired friend jogging towards them.




"Chichi's been blowing up my phone. Goku," Bulma looked at Raditz and then at her childhood friend, "what do I tell her?"




The innocent warrior fought against temptation. His heart was telling him to stay longer, to tell Bulma what he really wanted to tell his frigid wife, to continue what he and Raditz were about to do, to get his tail back…




"I guess party's over," he settled on saying.




-




It wasn't long after the moon had settled above the horizon when Goku and Raditz said their goodbyes to their group of friends and quietly made their way back home. Their sky-high trajectory was light, but their hearts were heavy. 




"Kakarot. About yer friend…"




"There ain't nothin' t' say about that," Goku interrupted. "Let's just go home."




Raditz bit his bottom lip and frowned. He could smell his little brother was upset, but what exactly was upsetting him more—the Yamcha situation or Raditz leaving soon—wasn't clear to the older warrior.




As they approached the Son household, they could make out a tiny figure standing under the illuminated threshold of the humble abode.




"Perfect…" Goku said under his breath, but it was loud enough for Raditz to hear.




They touched down on the grass covered yard, and as soon as they got within hearing range, Chichi began her tirade.  




"GOKU!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YA BEEN?!"




"Bulma invited us over t' her place," the tired Z-Fighter explained.




Chichi placed her hands on her hips, "Unlikely. The invitation would've also extended to me!" 




Goku sighed and bit his lip, "No offense, Chichi, but-"




"Yer an edgy, loud bitch, and nobody ain't wanting ya around," Raditz filled in for him. Goku turned to give his brother a look that said: 'so long, it was nice knowing you'.




Chichi was so shocked it took a minute for her to find words, "How DARE ya speak to me in that manner! Yer a guest here, and I'll not have ya disrespect-"




"I'm going inside, Kakarot," choosing his battles and which ones would simply give him a headache and no gratification, Raditz opted to go spend some time with his brother's cub before Gohan went to sleep. He had little time left in this realm, and nobody knew how many days remained before he'd be sent back.




An arm shot out, suddenly blocking his passage into the house.




"And where do ya think yer going, Mister? After the way ya talked to me?" Chichi spat.




"Ya wanna try and stop me from seeing my brother's cub? Go ahead," the imposing warrior easily walked past the barricade as if Chichi were mere tissue paper and made his way to Gohan's room.




The small woman scoffed at the rude houseguest and swiveled around to confront her husband, "ARE YA GONNA JUST STAND THERE?!"




"What am I supposed t' do, Chichi?! He's stronger than me!" Goku snapped back in his defense.




"HE'S YER BROTHER!"




That was all it took for the two to begin a shouting match that could be heard all the way to the second floor. Raditz rolled his eyes—not even Bardock got as annoying as the petite human his brother had mated with, and, at the very least, Raditz could shove his dick in his carrier's mouth to shut him up.




The burly warrior opened the door to Gohan's room and found the cub quickly scrambling to hide an electronic device.




"Whatcha got there, Brat?" 




"Oh, um…" 




"I ain't gonna take it away," Raditz opened the drawer where the cub had hid the small rectangle. "What's this?"




Ashamed, Gohan replied: "It's a calculator. Please don't tell my mom!"




"I don't even know what this does," the older alien shrugged and gave the device back to the toddler.




"I'm just tired today, and Bulma gave it to me to help me with algebra," Gohan explained. "My mom would get very angry at me if she knew I used this machine and not my brain."




Raditz peaked at the parchments on the child's desk and saw a bunch of symbols and numbers, "Can ya show me what all this stuff means?"




Gohan nodded eagerly, and pointed to the first equation, "This is called a square root. It's the factor of a number that, when multiplied by itself, gives the original value."




"Mul- Multiplied?"




The young Demi stared at his uncle for a few seconds, "Let's start with addition."




After a few minutes of explaining basic math to his father's brother, Gohan concluded that Raditz really had problems with numbers. He patiently explained concepts and operations in a simple way, using food as an example which seemed to work best.




It was when he had begun division that Raditz suddenly stood up, let out a hiss, and grabbed his tail and front of his shorts.




"FUCK!"




The young cub covered his mouth and gasped, eyes wide open at the no-no word his uncle had just shouted.




"I gotta go, Kid. Yer daddy got too far away from me, and these things start to burn!" 




Gohan was confused about the 'things' the other was talking about but nodded regardless, "We can continue tomorrow, uncle Raddy."




The tall alien stopped as he felt himself go into a cardiac arrest from the sheer wholesomeness of that nickname, but the pain on the base of his tail and cock were far too great to ignore, "Sure thing, Brat. Whenever tomorrow is."




Before Gohan could reply, his uncle opened the window—carefully—and flew out.




-




"Kakarot!" Raditz picked up the pace to meet up with his brother who was walking away angrily towards an open field and smelled pissed as all fucks.




"Wait up! Ya do know these things start to burn when ya get too far away-"




"I got bigger problems than ya!" Goku shouted back at him.




The older Saiyan stopped and tried hiding his pain as he crossed his arms and swished his tail angrily; the mask came barreling back down.




"So, I'm a problem."




"I didna mean it like that. Ya ain't a problem, Chichi is." 




"Ya ain't got a bite mark, ya can just leave him. I'll even kill him for ya!" Raditz offered with a bit too much enthusiasm.




"I can't leave HER. We're married!" The spiky-haired warrior contested.




"If ya ain't got a bite mark, ya ain't gotta stick with 'em." 




"Raditz… I ain't in the mood t' learn about Saiyan stuff right now," Goku rubbed his temples, realizing he was imitating Bulma whenever she got a tension headache.




"How about a spar then? That'll help get rid of that pent up aggression," the more knowledgeable alien suggested. "Not that I mind seeing ya all pissy. Ya look cute when yer mad."




Goku stared at his brother, debating whether he should sucker punch him or laugh. Fighting instincts won over the debate, and the smaller Saiyan tackled his sibling to the ground. Raditz threw him off with ease and did a kip up, landing on his feet in a crouched position.




"C'MON, BABY BROTHER!" Raditz exclaimed as he watched his circle member get back up to his feet in a flash. "YA CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"




A grin worthy of a mad man crossed Goku's lips as he got into a fighting stance and prepared himself to go against an opponent much stronger than he was.




The two brothers fought each other for hours. Despite the chilly night air, both were sweating, panting, and a bit hot under the collar.




At some point, Goku had decided that his clothes were too restricting to fight and took off his shirt. The older Saiyan had bellyached when his Earth-raised sibling insisted on fighting in his boxers and not naked. Be that as it may, continuing the match overshadowed any other trivial desires.




It was determined that ki was strictly forbidden, as well as any underhanded attacks that Goku soon came to notice his brother liked using a lot, whether it was to win the match or cop a feel. 




By the end of their sparring session, Goku no longer cared about rules and punched his brother in the nether regions. Raditz let out a choked sound and fell to the grassy floor. Goku used that moment to place the heavier, bulkier Saiyan in a hold.




"GIVE UP!"




"N-neveerrr!" Raditz flipped his brother over his shoulder and pinned the smaller Saiyan to the ground. Kakarot tried to wriggle his way out from underneath his massive opponent, but Raditz had much more strength to his advantage.




"I WIN!" The long-haired warrior shouted triumphantly.




Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Goku wasn't a stranger to cheating in a fight. Without warning or foresight, he shot forward and pressed his lips against Raditz's, startling the other so thoroughly that Goku was able to twist them around and pin his brother.




"Looks like ya lost, Big Bro!" The young warrior innocently laughed in victory.




"Fuck winning…" Raditz grabbed his sibling's face and smashed their mouths together again.




Now it was Goku's turn to be shocked. He wasn't planning on seriously kissing the other Saiyan—it was only a means of distraction—but when he felt Raditz's soft lips move against his, his hot breath, his roaming hands, his sweaty body, an indescribable need to connect started searing his insides. 




The Earth-raised alien opened his mouth as an invitation for the other to do as he wished.




"Gods, I'd fuck ya right now," Raditz thought out loud as they osculated.




"Then do it," Goku said with determination, wishing he would never stop feeling the other alien's lips on his. Never had he kissed anyone like this; Chichi never let them do more than peck, softly and quickly.




"Ya don't have a tail, and I refuse to have sex with ya till it's restored."




Goku felt his mood go down a notch at the slight rejection, "I dun know… If I get my tail back, Chichi won't like it, and I'll need t' chop it off again," he saw his brother wince, "after yer gone."




Raditz placed a small kiss on the younger Saiyan's lips, "I don't understand the culture here, but it's up to you if ya decide to have yer limb back, as well as keeping yers and the brat's tail intact afterwards."




"Give me till sunrise t' think about it?"




"I'll ask ya first thing early sun," Raditz smiled.




-




The brothers continued kissing for a few more minutes that felt like an eternity and not long enough until they fell asleep in each other's arms. It was decided, in Goku's mind, to restore his tail the next day and bring his brother back to life as soon as the Dragon Balls were active. From there on, he would tell his wife to invest in an electric blanket because he wouldn't be warming up her bed ever again.




It would most likely get him kicked out of the house, but after the strange and intense pull he had felt towards his brother, his own kind, Goku couldn't deny himself any longer. It was time for a change.




When morning came, the Saiyans woke up, enjoyed another kissing session, and flew back to Bulma's place to raid her kitchen and ask for advice. This entailed revealing information that Goku wasn't sure the scientist would respect no matter how open-minded she was.




"So, ya see, Bulma… I dun wanna be with Chichi anymore cuz…" The Earth's savior hesitated.




"He wants to be with me," Raditz bluntly set the cards on the table. He did get a look from his younger brother for being so tactless.




Bulma's eyebrows lifted slightly as if surprised by the honesty rather than the information itself. She calmly sipped from her coffee and set it back down, "Is this normal in your society?" 




"It's a common thing for brothers to end up mated; our carrier's parents were three brothers. Bonding with our circle, parents, brothers, and whatnot is an important part of our life. It strengthens us, keeps our ki clean, and prepares us for when we find our life partners," the long-haired Saiyan explained. "It's so weird that yer culture doesn't do that."




"Oh, we do—not me personally—but some do, and they're shunned for it. And for valid reasons that, at the same time, are invalid," Bulma said quizzically. 




"That's not the point though," here, the female genius stared at Goku dead in the eye, "I never liked your relationship with Chichi. It was rotten from the get-go. As a human, I can't give my biased opinion on your culture; however, I can give you facts…"




Bulma grabbed her friend's hands and squeezed them, "You're unhappy with your wife, I can almost taste how you light up when you look at Raditz, Gohan needs a loving family that can teach him about his other roots too, not just his human side, and last but not least, you landed one Hell of a hottie."




To say Goku was relieved was an understatement. He had been harboring feelings of emptiness for a long time now. Having grown up with a tail, it had been quite a harrowing experience to give up that part of himself, and it had been a while before he stopped feeling a phantom tail, a phenomenon after someone loses a limb.




Bulma had also practically given her blessing on starting anew with someone that would accept him for who he was, love him unconditionally, give him all the affection he craved, and someone who he felt attracted to, regardless of their family ties. If it was normal for Saiyans, and he was a Saiyan, then what was stopping him from moving on to better meadows?




The attraction was there, no doubt, since Goku first met him—the Z-fighter leaned almost inconspicuously towards his older brother and inhaled the air. It was something about his scent that made the younger Saiyan weak, and Raditz's physique only added insult to injury in Goku's broken heart. 




His brother would leave soon…




Raditz chuckled when he sensed Kakarot getting aroused, "Oh, yeah. He's getting his tail back." The long-haired alien draped an arm around his brother and bumped his forehead against Goku's.




"Is this what you want, Son?" Bulma asked for confirmation.




With a shy nod and a pink blush on his cheeks, Goku reassured his childhood friend of his decision, never taking his eyes off the other Saiyan's lips.




Bulma's eyes sparkled, and she clapped her hands, "Then it's done. You obviously need to be modest about this, so when the Dragon Balls are active again, you'll get a room here-"




"We'll get a room now," Raditz interrupted, making the young warrior sit up straight.




"N-now?"




"I learned how to restore a tail from a pirate friend of mine. It's not exactly simple, but I'm sure I can get your tail to pop out," the spirit prisoner cupped Kakarot's chin and awaited eagerly for a reply.




"Didna know ya also had pirates in space," Goku gave a small chuckle. "Where's the room?"




"Follow me, you love birds. I'd rather have a room here destroyed than Chichi or Gohan walking in on you," the C.E.O. winked at the reckless warriors and motioned for them to follow.




"If Chichi calls, I'll say something like you caught a rare heart disease or some alien virus that's fatal to humans. I'll keep her at bay for you."




"Is she always this generous?" Raditz whispered to Kakarot.




"Ya have no idea," was Goku's response, and he smiled gratefully at Bulma's quick mind.




The three continued down winding halls and stairs until they reached a section that was very out of the way; Goku began feeling nervous when he considered why his rich friend had chosen this location.




A tail swiping under his nose made him jerk back, but as he instinctively smelled it, he felt his mind relax to some degree.




"Ya don't need to worry about a thing, Baby Brother," Raditz ushered the shorter Saiyan inside the room once the human opened the door for them.




"Yeah, but- Oh, wow!" Goku looked around the suite, "This is great, Bulma!"




"I thought you two could use one of the ritzier rooms Capsule Corp. has to offer its guests," the provider walked past the astonished duo, pointed at the few sections in the suite and informed them what they were used for, as well as explaining how to use some appliances.




"Please don't burn the room down. Oh! The jacuzzi is in the bathroom," she added with a sly giggle and waved goodbye as she closed the door behind her.




"What's a jakoozee?" Raditz asked.




"I ain't got a clue…"




"I do know what this is though," the burly Saiyan marched towards the minibar, and after sniffing around, he chose a bottle. 




"This smells promising. What do ya think, Kakarot?" Raditz turned with a bottle of amaretto in his hand and found his sibling wandering around the room barefoot. The Earth guest followed his lead, recognizing the tradition they also had on Vegetasei; it was mostly to not track sand inside the forge.




He poured the liqueur in two glasses and approached the other, "Here, ya seem like ya need it."




Goku accepted the drink, his attention caught in the sweet aroma coming from the tumbler filled with a dark amber liquid.




"In Cel!" Raditz lifted his glass. "To my baby brother becoming a full Saiyan."




"In… Cheers," the Z-Fighter raised his glass as well, and they both drank their beverages.




"Get on the bed thing." 




Raditz suddenly blurted out, and Goku felt his heartbeat double up in speed. He set the glass on the night table and lay down on the soft comforter, sighing at the comfort he felt on his back. Next thing he felt were lips on his own and wandering hands lifting up his top. 




He kissed back just as eagerly as Raditz was, only parting to get his shirt off. Blood rushed south the moment their tongues met in a dance they had only just rehearsed twice before. Goku could smell the other's arousal as well, and it was the most enticing scent he'd ever come across—not even Chichi's cooking could compare.




Something must've changed in the younger sibling's scent enough to alert Raditz that his younger sibling was aroused and in distress at the same time. The larger Saiyan pulled away and planted a chaste kiss on the other's cheek before sneaking his hand inside his brother's gi and stroking his erection.




Goku's breathing hitched when he felt a large and strong hand grab him—a hand capable of crushing stone—and rub gently down his shaft to cup his balls and massage them. Nobody but himself had touched there. It was eye-opening and terrifying at once. 




He felt an arm snake under his shoulders and pull him against a muscular body hidden by a scant shirt. The naïve warrior brought his hands up to place them on round pectorals and timidly moved one up to grab Raditz's well-defined shoulder. Goku could only hide his face in his brother's chest while his member was rubbed faster until he felt his climax approaching.




"Raditz… stop, I'm gonna finish!"




The older and more experienced alien kissed his brother's head, "I need ya relaxed for what I'm about to do, Baby Bro. Come for me~"




Goku squeezed his eyes shut while his eyebrows furrowed and toes curled. He bit his lip to hold in his cry of ecstasy and let the wave of ultimate pleasure seize his body. 




Raditz let out a seductive and drawn-out soft growl as he felt his sibling pulse in his hand. He squeezed right below Kakarot's glans and shook his penis back and forth rapidly, making fluids stain all over the other's pants.




The spiritual prisoner continued masturbating his younger brother until Kakarot was spent. Bringing his hand to his face, Raditz began licking it clean and humming as he did so.




"Mmm, ya taste better than I imagined."




"Ya like it?"




"I lo~ve it. On yer front, Kakarot," the older brother directed in a sultry voice.




The weaker warrior gulped and turned around, his heart lurching into his throat when Raditz pulled his pants down. It was when his brother grabbed his buttocks, spread them apart, and ran a tongue over his hole, however, that the young warrior thought his ticker was going to blow up inside his chest.




Never in his life had Goku imagined that someone could lick there. And the tongue didn't stop at one lick; it kept going and going.




"Why are ya doin' that?" The unpracticed Saiyan asked with a slight tremble in his vocals.




"Don't it feel good?" Raditz answered with a question. At Kakarot's nod, he added: "Hasn't yer mate played with ya here?" Casually, the tailed being pressed his thumb against the small ring of muscles and rubbed it up and down.




"N-no! There ain't much t' do in bed- besides putin' my dick inside her pussy."




With one last wet kiss to Kakarot's backdoor, Raditz sat up and shook his head, "Oh, Baby Brother, I'mma teach ya just how much ya can do in the furs."




The long-haired professional dove back between Kakarot's cheeks and continued lapping at his hole, more eagerly this time around; it drove the beneficiary up the walls, and Goku tried his damndest to keep from moaning out loud.




When Raditz's sinful tongue traveled to Goku's tail spot though, the younger sibling cried out and immediately covered his mouth.




"Ya ready, Brother?"




"MHM!" Was Goku's response as he forgot how to formulate words.




"Alright, here goes!" 




With two fingers pressing just below the tail scar, a palm pushing down on the middle of Kakarot's back, and an odd twisting movement from both of Raditz's hands forced a tail to form and pop out. Goku let out a resounding gasp that turned into a low, pouty whine; he didn't remember it stinging this much when he got his tail back as a child.




"And now yer complete!" Raditz exalted.




"My tail…" Goku waved his recovered appendage in the air and looked at it, "I got my tail back!"




He sat up, feeling a bit off balance, and observed the black fur that was slick and had bits of blood on it, "I need t' wash it now." Before he could get off the mattress, he felt a hand stop him.




"I'll clean it for ya," his brother offered and held the new tail in his hands as he started licking it.




The Earth defender felt a jolt of energy run through it and gather at the base of his spine; another thing he didn't remember was his tail feeling this good when stroked the right way, and his guest from Otherworld had a wicked way with his tongue.




Raditz took his time lapping through the fur, making sure he got all the plasma and coagulating blood off it and causing his brother to squirm.




"'Ditz, how much longer is this gonna take?"




"Someone's in a hurry for my cock," the tail cleaner commented.




Goku felt heat rising to his face and remained still and quiet—that ended when the adept tongue reached his tail gland.




"What was that?!" He jerked as Raditz brushed his tongue over the sensitive area.




"Felt good, didn't it~" Raditz chuckled, knowing fully well how enjoyable it was to have the base of their tails played with.




"It feels funny…" 




"Just wait for it, Baby Bro."




A wine left the weaker warrior's mouth, and he buried his face in the pillows. He could feel something building up in his tail, and whatever it was, it was getting him aroused.




"Lift yer ass for me," came the soft command. Raditz sat back up and readied two fingers on top of his sibling's tail gland. 




When Goku did so, he felt a hand sneak under him and grab his forming erection, "I already came. Why-?"




"I'm gonna make ya come many times during this session," Raditz replied in a husky voice, and with no warning, began rapidly stroking Kakarot's dick and the underside of his tail at the base.




"Ohh-MMM~" the younger Saiyan moaned and covered his mouth immediately, mumbling an apology through his fingers.




"Why the fuck are ya apologizing?"




"Cuz makin' loud noises in bed is rude. Chichi always tells me t' be quiet," Goku replied.




"Tch! Sounds ain't bad, Brother. Be as loud as ya want," Raditz couldn't believe how much Kakarot was limited when it came to sex. Poor thing must be so repressed, he thought to himself.




A small groan was heard from the shorter alien, then a louder but still tentative moan, and when he wasn't reprimanded for that, Son Goku let his voice sing for his brother's ears. The freedom to express himself sexually sent a thrill down his body, and the more sounds he made, the better he was rewarded. 




A minute later, he was howling out and ejaculating again; however, strangely enough, it felt much more intense than any other time. He felt pleasure erupt from the base of his tail and radiate down its length—it didn't seem it would stop anytime soon. Goku gripped Raditz's forearm and dug his fingernails into his flesh, canting his hips forward into the other's hand and back into the god-given fingers that kept rubbing his tail gland relentlessly.




"That's it, Kakarot. Fuck right into my fist!" Raditz's own tail was swishing excitedly; he knew what would come next.




As the younger of the two calmed down a bit, Raditz pushed his brother onto his back, placed a hand on his chest, and a foot on his leg, kneeling over Kakarot's other leg in order to pin him down. He lifted Kakarot's sac with his tail and focused ki on two of his fingers.




"Wha… Whaddya doin'?" Goku asked as he tried evening out his breathing, feeling half awake and out of it.




"There ain't no other way to put it; this is gonna be the biggest pain ya've ever felt."




The smaller warrior opened one heavy eyelid, "Huh?"




"Keep still and breathe in," the professional breacher placed his ki-infused fingers on his brother's taint and pushed inwards, cutting through flesh.




A blood-curdling scream filled the room as Goku felt pain like none other. He instinctively tried to get away, scratching his brother's arm bloody and almost cutting the circulation to his foot when his tail coiled around Raditz's leg. 




"STOP!!!" The immense pain got worse and worse by the second.




"Almost done, Baby Brother!" Raditz felt relief when he reached the other side of the membrane that opened into Kakarot's breeder, but he still had to carve a big enough entrance. He scissored his fingers, and that was when his brother passed out.




-




Goku woke up slowly, feeling something inside him, a place he had never felt before.




"Mmm… What's goin' on'?"




"Healing ya," Raditz pulled out his tail from Kakarot's new entrance, and it came back slick with almost no blood. "See? Yer just about healed," the large warrior licked the red off the end of his black tail; his brother's tail was a tiny shade darker, like Gine's.




"Well, as healed as ya can be. Yer now breached, Kay."




The Z-Fighter smiled at the nickname and reached down to touch under his balls, hissing when his fingers met irritated flesh, "Ya mean I can have sex here now?"




Raditz nodded with a manic grin stretching his lips, "And if ya time it right, ya can get pregnant."




"Wow." Goku was in awe. To think that he could help create a child inside him… "Can ya get me pregnant?"




Raditz choked on his saliva and coughed a few times before lying down next to his sibling, "I can sure try. Sometime." A sigh escaped him when he remembered the cuff around his cock that wouldn't allow him to knot or ejaculate.




Turning to face his brother, Raditz brought a hand to Kakarot's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Their hearts began pumping faster, their bodies became tense, and their hands began wondering.




When his older brother turned him onto his back and slung a heavy leg over one of his, Goku felt his loins lurch. And when he used that leg to spread his farther apart, a moan escaped the younger Saiyan's lips, instantly swallowed by his brother's greedy mouth.




"Raditz~" Goku moaned the other's name when he felt that mouth travel down his neck.




"Shit… Keep saying my name like that, and yer gonna make me shoot my load, cuff or no cuff," the long-haired warrior snaked his arm under Kakarot's upper body and lifted him from the mattress a couple of inches. He continued his affection on his younger brother's chest, sucking on his rosy nipples one at a time.




"Nngk! Why're ya doin' that?" 




"Cuz it feels good for ya," 




Teeth caught a bud between them, and a tongue flicked the sensitive nub for a few seconds. It made Goku moan and arch his back into that sinful mouth his brother had. 




Raditz continued his journey south until he was settled between the other's legs. He lifted Kakarot's lower half and crossed his arms under him; it would provide the perfect angle to reach his cock and balls.




As his older sibling started tending to his nether regions, Goku found himself in a conundrum. He didn't know what to do with his hands, and he desperately wanted to grab Raditz's soft, feathery locks.




"Ya can play with my hair, ya know. I love that," Raditz hummed when he felt Kakarot's fingers thread through his mane. "Grab my hair, pull it, move my head up and down at yer preferred speed, do whatever ya want, Baby Bro."




"Ya sure?" Goku was surprised that someone was giving him pleasure with their mouth voluntarily. He would have to beg Chichi to do it, and she only yielded during the winter holidays.




"Fuck my mouth, Kay~" 




The young defender saw Raditz run his tongue across his sharp teeth, give him a lecherous look, and dive down on him again, taking his entire cock inside his mouth.




Goku let out a long moan as he felt his brother's throat work around him. Grabbing the back of the other's head, the Z-Fighter began moving his pelvis towards Raditz's face, back and forth, tentatively at first, but as lust started consuming him, Goku became bolder and more confident that his stronger Saiyan sibling could take the full force of his thrusts.




He didn't have to be careful, Goku analyzed through the haze of pleasure that was fogging up his higher functions, he was free to let go at last, to use his full strength and passion without harming his lover. 




The inexperienced Saiyan did just that up until he was about to spill his seed.




Raditz was rudely pulled off his treat by the hair and was about to complain before he saw his little brother's scrunched up face and throbbing, leaking organ.




"Why'd ya pull me off?"




"I'm about t' come," Goku felt like he was stating the obvious. "I can't come inside yer mouth!"




"Pfff! Sure ya can!" The taller warrior went back to sucking him even harder than before.




"Ahhh~ OH, KAMI!"




-




Somewhere high in the sky, an old Namekian felt his skin crawl inexplicably.




"What's wrong, Kami?" Mr. Popo asked.




"I had the oddest feeling just now… As if someone screamed my name in a most inappropriate setting," the Guardian shivered. "I fear destruction is upon us."




-




Raditz pulled off his panting and boneless brother, still licking the remaining jizz that was trickling down Kakarot's shaft after swallowing the majority of it. He steadied his dick and licked its length, placing kisses here and there.




"Mmmm~" Goku stretched his limbs, feeling relaxed as never before and wearing the biggest grin he could muster.




"Thanks for helpin' me with this, Brother," he mumbled as he snuggled further into the plush pillow.




"Oh, I ain't done with ya yet."




The smaller alien's eyes shot wide open, and he lifted his head to see his sibling's chiseled torso being revealed as Raditz took off his top.




"Huh? EEEEP!" Goku squealed when he was yanked down the bed and almost folded in half, feet over his head. He cried out as his brother's gloriously long tongue dipped inside his newly opened channel, and his tail wrapped itself around one of Raditz's arms. Every so often, Goku would wince when the oral muscle pressed down on a sensitive spot, but before long, pleasure overrode pain.




"Mmm- 'Ditz! I need- I need…" The Earth-raised Saiyan yanked his own hair in frustration as his tail tightened around his brother's arm.




"Ya ready for me, Baby Bro?" Raditz asked as he took off his under armor, the last piece of clothing he had aside from his crimson bands.




Goku's eyes went straight to the other's dick. It was definitely a monster, he thought to himself. There was no way that he would be able to accommodate that inside him.




With a shy nod, the Earth defender felt around his new entrance, "Yeah, but it ain't gonna fit."




"Ohoho, it'll fit," Raditz grabbed his meat rod and stroked it, "I've gone into smaller holes."




Jealousy creeped inside Goku's heart and then seeped out his pores, alerting the other's keen sense of smell.



Raditz smirked and returned to bed, kissing his younger sibling softly. He tossed his long hair to the side to comfortably lay down next to Kakarot, and pulling the shorter warrior closer, Raditz lifted the other's paler leg to a desired angle.




"I wanna see yer face when I go in."




Goku's face lit up with scarlet red and his heart began to beat faster. This was it.




"Guide my cockhead to yer slit, Baby Brother," Raditz instructed.




With a trembling hand, the Z-Fighter grabbed Raditz's huge dick and put the glans right over his breeder.




"Ready?"




The younger kin nodded again, "Yeah," and scrunched his eyes. He winced in pain as he felt his cunt stretch to allow entrance to the sizable shaft. His brother was by no means small, and Goku was experiencing first-hand how not small he really was.




His hands went up to Raditz's shoulders and held tight while feeling the sliding of the organ inside him. He could feel himself opening to allow his former rival entrance, he could feel his ki getting clearer, he could feel his brother's hot breath on his face—he could also smell blood.




"I'm bleedin' again."




"That's cuz yer a first timer," the long-haired alien explained. "Gods, I can't believe I'm giving ya yer first time- NNG!"




Raditz pushed in deeper, slowly, giving Kakarot time to adjust and memorize how his own cock felt as he penetrated him.




"Oh, Kami!" The smaller warrior moaned again and whined as Raditz's dick kept pushing its way through his virgin tunnel, and when it felt like the tip bumped into a wall, Goku's entire body shivered as a new kind of arousal spiked in him.




Raditz felt it too and growled with a short chuckle, "I'm at yer ring, Kakarot. Once ya come from here, I'll be able to enter deeper inside ya. If it weren't for this fucking cuff on my cock, I'd be able to knot ya. We'd be stuck together for a long time until yer body released me."




Goku still didn't understand what his brother meant by that, but the idea of remaining intimately close to the other Saiyan thrilled him.




"Fuuuuck~ Yer even tighter than Yamcha!" 




The Z-Fighter's eyes snapped open, and he frowned at his older sibling, "Yer talkin' about him? NOW?"




With a sheepish smile, Raditz apologized, "Sorry. I'm gonna start moving."




The Earth-raised alien's eyes fluttered shut again when he felt the shaft inside him rub down his walls that had never been touched before this moment. Every groove, every bump on Raditz's cock was focused on as the shaft slid out. A surprised groan left his mouth when that same shaft shoved itself back in all the way, expanding his channel again. This time, it didn't hurt as much.




Letting go of the paler warrior's leg, Raditz's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let it fall onto the pillow, his eyelids becoming heavy from the intensity of the connection.




"How I've dreamt of this moment. When I finally had ya," he commented in a groggy voice as he breathed heavily. His eyes opened when he felt a pair of lips kissing his own gently.




Running his large and sweaty hand from Kakarot's face, down his side and up his hip, Raditz grabbed his brother's leg from behind the knee and propped it over his waist to get even closer to the Saiyan he'd thought about ever since the day Kakarot was shipped to another world. This way, he could feel his kin's erection pressed up against his abs; it would provide his lover with a pleasant friction once they started really getting into it.




Once Kakarot had his leg wrapped over his midriff, the spiritual prisoner used his freed hand to touch the smaller Saiyan's body all over, memorizing as much as he could with the purpose of replaying this moment as detailed as possible in his mind for when he returned to Otherworld.




"Vegeta would kill me if I wasn't already dead…" Raditz found his mouth speaking before his filters could activate.




"That's two people ya've thought about while havin' sex with me," Goku pouted with an angry face, hooking a finger under Raditz's armband and making it snap against his beefy bicep—his brother made a mock sound of pain.




"I'mma bring ya back, ya know. Ya can count on that."




"Already addicted to my cock, I see~" Raditz teased, earning a laugh from the other. "We ain't even started fucking properly and ya can't live without the 'Radick'." 




Goku laughed even louder at the terrible moniker. As a fair retribution, the older warrior pulled out and abruptly slammed back in, not giving his sibling time to recover as he reared back and repeated the same action over and over until they stabilized a fast rhythm. 




The new tail bestowed on the weaker warrior coiled and uncoiled across the sheets, expressing the joy Son Goku was savoring. His entire body jounced horizontally on the mattress every time his older brother would bottom out, pulling out a myriad of sexual sounds from both. And his heart would beat faster whenever their eyes met, causing their skin to heat up.




"'Ditz! I'm close!"




The taller Saiyan cupped both sides of his sibling's face and looked at him intensely, "I love ya, Baby Bro. I love ya so much!"




Images of all the moments they had shared together—the good, the bad, the pleasant, the sad—passed through Goku's mental eye. So much had happened in these past few days, so much had he learned from his next of kin, so many feelings, more than he could count, had seized his heart. But now, only one feeling was making his ticker do somersaults in his chest. 




"I love ya too, Big Bro," he returned the sentiment with a smile.




Their mouths met after the confession, initiating a deep make out session; Raditz, however, suddenly stopped all movement and pulled away from Kakarot's soft lips.




"Raditz? What's wrong?" The savior of the planet furrowed his brow at his brother in concern.




The stronger of the two pulled out unexpectedly and examined his member, then he reached back to touch the base of his tail. 




The last of his restraints were gone.