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"Why'd ya pull out?" Goku could feel his new channel throbbing, leaking, wanting to be filled again. It was borderline maddening.




"The cuffs!" Raditz exclaimed, "They ain't there no more!"




"What?!" The younger Saiyan sat up, wincing as he did so, to witness for himself that his brother had completed the tests and was ready to return to Otherworld.




"No, no, no. Ya can't leave now!"  




"Looks like yer tail shares that sentiment." 




Goku looked at the other in confusion and then at his restored tail, which had wrapped itself around Raditz's wrist tightly. Feeling rather embarrassed, the breached Locker uncoiled his tail reluctantly, fearing that Raditz would disappear the second he let go.




The brothers waited apprehensively, not knowing if the redeemed soul would be called back or, with any luck, Goku would need to get a hold of the small witch so she could take Raditz back to his Final Judgment.




"Nothin's happenin'," Goku observed. "Guess I'm supposed t' tell Uranai Baba that yer ready."




"I ain't ready. Not yet," Raditz pulled his shorter sibling in for another make out session and lay back on the bed with Kakarot on top, still attached to his lips.




"What if- ya get in trouble- if I dun tell her right now?" The more honest of the pair found it hard to speak or concentrate when his older brother was set on igniting his body through their kiss.




Raditz pulled back, "Ya really want me to go this instant?"




Goku vigorously shook his head.




"Then we can tell them later," with that said, Raditz grabbed the paler warrior's leg and lifted it over his midriff until Kakarot was straddling him.




"When is 'later'?" Goku asked his reckless lover, feeling his brother's enormous organ resting on his back end.




"After I knot ya~" 




The Earth-raised alien gave Raditz a quizzical look, "I still dun understand what that means."




"Ya will when it happens," the stronger Saiyan said in an eager, almost desperate tone. "Now, fuck yerself on my meat rod!"




"On yer what?!" 




When Kakarot showed no signs of cooperation, Raditz lifted the smaller one's hips, steadied his cock with his tail, and aiming the tip at his brother's new breeder, slammed him down on it all the way.




Goku screamed as his new channel was brusquely stretched in every direction, stars appearing in his range of vision.




"Oh, gods above!" The inexperienced Saiyan could feel his sibling's cockhead pressing against the middle of his torso, and the feeling was simply glorious. He tilted his head down to look at his brother and found him with a pained expression and jaw clamped tightly.




"Raditz?" Goku realized how hard he was gripping the other's round pecs and loosened his hold. 




"Shit!" 




The shorter warrior was about to apologize when Raditz's face suddenly relaxed and he let out a prolonged moan, flopping bonelessly on the bed afterwards.




"What happened?!" 




The worried scent Goku was releasing reached the other Saiyan's nose, and Raditz opened his eyes, adding a lazy grin to his serene expression.




"I came…" He laughed tiredly, "I came inside ya, Little Brother," Raditz lifted Kakarot's hips slowly and pushed them down just as gently, enjoying his waves of ecstasy. 




"This feels so good. It's unbelievable!" 




"Told ya sex with a Saiyan is the best." Raditz noticed his brother's scent was still acrid, "What's wrong?"




"Nothin'! Just sad that it's over," Goku replied honestly, and was confused when the other started laughing in a rich, deep tone.




Raditz flipped them over once more, and from above, started rocking his hips back and forth at a lethargic pace, building up Kakarot's orgasm slowly.




"It ain't over till yer begging me to stop, Baby Bro," Raditz affirmed, "and when ya do, I'll think about stopping or not."




Goku smiled, let his eyes close, and simply enjoyed the slide in and slide out inside his newly available body part. He wondered if this was how Chichi felt when he penetrated her, and if so, why wouldn't she be jumping on his cock at every opportunity?




"So good~""Why'd ya pull out?" Goku could feel his new channel throbbing, leaking, wanting to be filled again. It was borderline maddening.




"The cuffs!" Raditz exclaimed, "They ain't there no more!"




"What?!" The younger Saiyan sat up, wincing as he did so, to witness for himself that his brother had completed the tests and was ready to return to Otherworld.




"No, no, no. Ya can't leave now!"  




"Looks like yer tail shares that sentiment." 




Goku looked at the other in confusion and then at his restored tail, which had wrapped itself around Raditz's wrist tightly. Feeling rather embarrassed, the breached Locker uncoiled his tail reluctantly, fearing that Raditz would disappear the second he let go.




The brothers waited apprehensively, not knowing if the redeemed soul would be called back or, with any luck, Goku would need to get a hold of the small witch so she could take Raditz back to his Final Judgment.




"Nothin's happenin'," Goku observed. "Guess I'm supposed t' tell Uranai Baba that yer ready."




"I ain't ready. Not yet," Raditz pulled his shorter sibling in for another make out session and lay back on the bed with Kakarot on top, still attached to his lips.




"What if- ya get in trouble- if I dun tell her right now?" The more honest of the pair found it hard to speak or concentrate when his older brother was set on igniting his body through their kiss.




Raditz pulled back, "Ya really want me to go this instant?"




Goku vigorously shook his head.




"Then we can tell them later," with that said, Raditz grabbed the paler warrior's leg and lifted it over his midriff until Kakarot was straddling him.




"When is 'later'?" Goku asked his reckless lover, feeling his brother's enormous organ resting on his back end.




"After I knot ya~" 




The Earth-raised alien gave Raditz a quizzical look, "I still dun understand what that means."




"Ya will when it happens," the stronger Saiyan said in an eager, almost desperate tone. "Now, fuck yerself on my meat rod!"




"On yer what?!" 




When Kakarot showed no signs of cooperation, Raditz lifted the smaller one's hips, steadied his cock with his tail, and aiming the tip at his brother's new breeder, slammed him down on it all the way.




Goku screamed as his new channel was brusquely stretched in every direction, stars appearing in his range of vision.




"Oh, gods above!" The inexperienced Saiyan could feel his sibling's cockhead pressing against the middle of his torso, and the feeling was simply glorious. He tilted his head down to look at his brother and found him with a pained expression and jaw clamped tightly.




"Raditz?" Goku realized how hard he was gripping the other's round pecs and loosened his hold. 




"Shit!" 




The shorter warrior was about to apologize when Raditz's face suddenly relaxed and he let out a prolonged moan, flopping bonelessly on the bed afterwards.




"What happened?!" 




The worried scent Goku was releasing reached the other Saiyan's nose, and Raditz opened his eyes, adding a lazy grin to his serene expression.




"I came…" He laughed tiredly, "I came inside ya, Little Brother," Raditz lifted Kakarot's hips slowly and pushed them down just as gently, enjoying his waves of ecstasy. 




"This feels so good. It's unbelievable!" 




"Told ya sex with a Saiyan is the best." Raditz noticed his brother's scent was still acrid, "What's wrong?"




"Nothin'! Just sad that it's over," Goku replied honestly, and was confused when the other started laughing in a rich, deep tone.




Raditz flipped them over once more, and from above, started rocking his hips back and forth at a lethargic pace, building up Kakarot's orgasm slowly.




"It ain't over till yer begging me to stop, Baby Bro," Raditz affirmed, "and when ya do, I'll think about stopping or not."




Goku smiled, let his eyes close, and simply enjoyed the slide in and slide out inside his newly available body part. He wondered if this was how Chichi felt when he penetrated her, and if so, why wouldn't she be jumping on his cock at every opportunity?




"So good~" He heard his mouth speaking out of its own volition. His hands, also absentmindedly, traversed up his brother's unfairly buff biceps, over hard-fought shoulders, and down fabulous pectorals that could most likely crush a rock between them.




It was when Raditz moaned that Goku's eyes opened, and he realized he was pinching his brother's rosy nipples between his fingers. He pulled his hands away as if burnt by fire and looked at his older sibling, expecting to see scorn on his visage.




"Why'd ya stop?" The long-haired stud asked.




"Yer ok with it?"




"I ain't yer flavorless human mate. Ya can do anything ya want with me."




After hesitating for a couple of seconds, the younger Saiyan steeled himself and asked a question that was burning inside him, "Can I kiss ya?"




The spirit guest's lips curved upwards, "Ya don't need to ask me, Kay," and this affirmation was all that was needed to have his mouth attacked by the other.




While they osculated, Goku's hands turned into curious wanderers; they climbed rises, traveled across sinewy accents, inched over ridges and into chasms, and finally, reached twin peaks that jutted out of the straining chest his brother had surely endeavored to possess.  




There, his fingers tweaked, pinched, and squeezed the sensitive areas until a particular, sweet and creamy scent filled their vicinity and a warm trail of liquid trickled down his hands, one of them being brought towards his face to examine the oddity.  




"Ya can make milk too?!" Goku exclaimed when he saw the white fluid.




It caught the heavier Saiyan off guard, and then he realized that Kakarot wouldn't know about this occurrence due to not having a tail.




"We all can, and now that ya have yer tail back, ya'll produce it every day."




"I thought it was only when a baby was around…"




"Yeah, that's when we produce the most, tail or no tail, to feed the cub. I guess it's a very strong instinct while infants are around," Raditz explained.




Overtaken by avidity, the weaker warrior brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sampled the sustenance-giving essence; he hummed at the sweet flavor that had a bit of spice in it.




"Yer so hot," the older kin began, "just like 'Dock…" He ran a hand up the length of Kakarot's side up to his face, where he cupped one cheek dearly.




Goku huffed, "That's three people."




A chuckle erupted from the larger individual, followed by a swipe of his hand over locks of his dark hair, "I'm just an idiot, ain't I."




Goku's hand joined the other in combing through Raditz's thick strands, "Nah, ya just say dumb things at the wrong time."




The older brother leaned down to reward the kind words with a kiss, while the other smoothed his hands over Raditz's back to pull him in closer. His inexperienced lover couldn't get enough of his muscles that glistened with drops of sweat from his exertion, it seemed. It was as if Kakarot was trying to memorize every dip and curve in his brother's body to last him until Raditz was revived.




The girthier fighter continued peppering his sibling with kisses on his mouth, cheeks, brow, anywhere he could reach, and as he returned to make out more energetically with his younger brother, one of his fingers sneaked in Kakarot's mouth to have him suck on it while Raditz played with the other's soft lips.




It took a scant number of seconds for Goku to pull back to warn his brother of the impending conclusion that was quickly approaching.




"'Ditz…!" 




"Ready for the best feeling ever?" The coy Saiyan asked and received a nod of desperation.




Grabbing Kakarot's wrists in one hand, and bracing himself on the opposite elbow, Raditz placed his sibling's arms above Kakarot's head, and started thrusting harder with a purpose.




Goku ended up tightening his legs around the waist belonging to the beast above him as he screamed in pleasure at the constant pummeling he was receiving. The slapping every time their bodies met joined the grunts and moans of the two lovers writhing on the creaking bed. The scent of their coupling invaded their most predominant of senses, sending both Saiyans into a maelstrom of giving and taking, and finally, sexual climax.




"I'm… gonna-!" 




"Don't hold back, Baby Brother!" 




Raditz commanded, and Goku suddenly cried out as his muscles and organs seized and pulsed, and a bright explosion of hot colors occupied his vision as his brother kept pushing forward and through an opening the naïve Saiyan never knew he had deep inside. 




His older brother's shout of ecstasy barely registered in Goku's sexed-out mind. When he felt an odd swelling inside him, the young Z-Fighter arched his back off the bed as another stronger climactic wave hit him, one he'd never even dreamed was possible.




When his sibling's cervix tightened just below his cockhead, Raditz knew he was done for; he could never again have sex without remembering this moment when his baby brother's core sucked in his dick and his ring fixed him inside. 




Everything, from the sound of fabric ripping, to the sound coming out of Kakarot's mouth was forever engraved in Raditz's memory.




Not able to hold himself up any longer, the long-haired warrior let himself collapse over the younger one, mumbling only two words.




"So long~" 




Goku, still panting, shaking, and sweating, subconsciously turned his face towards Raditz before asking: "So long what?"




"It's been so long since I've knotted someone, and so long waiting for it to be you," Raditz clarified as he picked his upper half up on shaky muscles.




"So, explain this knottin' thing t' me again. How's it work?"




With a smug smirk greater than life, the older lover attempted to pull out only to tug on the muscles hidden within his little brother—Goku cried out in surprise.




"I won't be able to move from here until yer body releases me."




"How long will that take?!" A trace of panic stained the smaller Saiyan's question, to which Raditz shrugged simply.




"Depends on how much yer body wants to be bred," the warrior on trial answered vaguely as he rolled on his back, taking the weaker one with him to straddle him. 




The Earth defender hissed at the odd feeling of something pulling something inside him; he supposed he could always ask Bulma to show him the results and images of her 'experimentation' on him to get a better idea of what was going on inside him.




"I could activate yer sixth ki point, but I think we'll leave that for when ya wish me back to life." 




At the moment, neither Raditz or Goku realized this could've been a solid advantage over the green enemy the Z-Fighter was reluctant to fight against. A Saiyan's base ki would increase if this particular energy point would be unleashed by a simple yet arduous pull of their linked organs. The two brothers were simply far too smitten with each other and the electric sensations shooting up and down their bodies, including their tails.




"There ain't no way yer stayin' in Otherworld. As soon as I have the seven Dragon Balls, yer comin' back and fuckin' me again," Goku dictated, and there would be no force in the universe to convince him otherwise.




"Not even a 'hey, welcome back'?" Raditz teased.




Goku smiled and shook his head, "After we've fucked," and then laughed at the absurdity.




The other alien joined in, and soon enough, they both found themselves drifting off to the land of dreams.




-




After their first bonding experience, the two siblings hadn't been able to get enough of each other; their physical connection was like a drug, an addiction neither of them wanted to detoxify from. From cleansing their ki to revitalizing Goku's sex life, to fulfilling Raditz's life-long wish to have his brother back in his arms, to enjoying their first stormy weather together, the Saiyans had limited their activities to the most basic ones: eating, sleeping, and fucking—with the occasional small talk.




They had been so invested in their new interaction and oblivious to the world outside their love-nest that they hadn't realized almost a week had passed until a different kind of storm was headed their way…




The odd faucet squeaked as Raditz turned it to allow hot water into the sizeable tub located in the cleansing room. Steam soon condensed on the ample window and fogged up the unnecessarily oversized mirror. In the Third Class Saiyan's opinion, these luxuries were worthy of royalty; it felt out of place to be among such sumptuosity, and he was reminded of the times he'd spend with his prince in the palace back on their home planet.




Once he dipped his hand in the scalding water to test the temperature, the burly warrior returned to the main room where his brother was lying on his front on their new mattress—the previous one had been demoted to a mess of memory foam, ripped fabric, and questionable stains. 




Kakarot was mindlessly surfing the channels on the T.V. when Raditz's naked figure blocked his line of sight to the screen.




"Ya joining me, Baby Bro?"




A bright smile appeared on the younger alien's face, and he sat up, "There ain't no way I'm missin' out on the jacuzzi!"




Throwing his bulk on the soft bed next to the smaller warrior, Raditz crossed his arms under his head, wondering how much longer he had left before being sent back to Otherworld. 




"So… Ya have any idea when the old hag will come by?" He wondered. "Don't get me wrong, I'd stay here forever!"




"I ain't gotten around t' tellin' her," the Z-Fighter gave a small, awkward laugh.




Raditz mocked a horrified gasp and propped himself up on his arm to better look at his shorter counterpart, "Do ya really like having me around that much?"




"Yer the only family I got besides Gohan, and there wasn't any time limit…" Goku's tail curled back and forth on the sheets as he scratched the back of his head, triggering a memory in Raditz of his source doing the same thing whenever he felt guilty.




"Just admit it, ya don't wanna let me go," the long-haired Saiyan playfully placed his head on his kin's crossed legs, letting his hair drape over them.




The newly breached Saiyan tried covering his blush unsuccessfully, "Tub must be full by now. Let's go!" He quickly got off the bed and was just as promptly snatched up, carried over the shoulder by a mischievous Raditz, and consequently dropped into the jacuzzi, making a loud splash.




Goku resurfaced, flailing his arms, and was about to show his older brother the same treatment when a knock on the door interrupted their frolicking. 




"These humans are so weird with the privacy thing," the spirit guest mumbled and left to answer the door, putting on a robe when his sibling insisted on it.




He could smell Bulma the closer he got to the entrance and thought better about tying his robe closed—if he was lucky, maybe the human could join them in a romp.




"About time!" The scientist exclaimed as the door was opened.




Raditz smirked when the female's blue eyes went straight to his dangler, but the grin disappeared when his nose picked up on the bitter smell of anxiety coming from the petite human.




"Goku, I need to tell him something urgent!"




Hearing his name and the concerning word, the defender of the planet left the tub, put on his own robe, and met the duo at the door.




"What is it, Bulma?"




"Chichi called…" The usually carefree scientist paused.




"Spit it out," the stronger warrior furrowed his brow as Bulma's anxiety became more apparent in the air.




The multi-billionaire rubbed her face, "There isn't a nice way to put it, so I'll just say it. Gohan has been taken by the Yakuza."




Goku took a second to recover from the bomb that had been dropped and started putting clothes on.




"We're going right now," Raditz said in a no-nonsense tone and began getting dressed as well.




"I have my best people on it," Bulma let herself in, halfheartedly noticing the state of chaos the suite was in. "They'll track him down in no time."




The enraged uncle shook his head, "All I need is to pick up on these fuckers' scent."




"That's right!" Bulma snapped her fingers, "Saiyans have the sense of smell of a bloodhound!"




After ki-drying, Goku had given up on trying to hide his tail inside his gi and had simply torn a small hole on the back and started putting on his boots, "No need. I've locked in on Gohan's energy."




"I'll follow yer lead then," Raditz found his stretchy shorts and put them on. He wasn't expecting his brother, however, to suddenly swivel around and yell at him in anger.




"It's yer fault Gohan was kidnapped in the first place! Yer the one who insisted on fightin' with that kumicho when I told ya not to!" 




Raditz could smell the rage directed at him; it left him floored.




Goku shoved open the glass doors to the balcony, "FLYIN' NIMBUS!" and sped off as soon as a yellow cloud came by.




"Shit!" The remorseful warrior quickly put on his pair of boots and arm guards he'd worn when Kakarot and himself had arrived at Capsule Corp., forgoing a top entirely.




Before taking to the air after his brother, Raditz turned to Bulma and said in a defeated tone: "I need a favor from ya."




-




Flying as fast as the cloud could take him and with raw adrenaline coursing through his veins, Son Goku followed his ki sense towards his only child, who was gods knew where and living through who knew what nightmares.




He was hoping he'd have more time to collect his thoughts and get his temper under control, but his stronger brother was much too fast and caught up with him in no time. At least he could give Raditz the cold shoulder if the other tried to make nice.




"Look," Raditz began in a loud voice to carry his words over the wind, "I know I fucked up!"




"Now ain't the time!" Goku interrupted whatever platitude the other was about to deliver, "I just wanna get my son back."




"And ya will! I'm as pissed off as you are!"




The young alien was still feeling rather petty, "This is the second time he gets kidnapped! All in less than a month!"




The accusation wasn't lost on the spiritual guest; Raditz had deduced kidnapping meant abducting, and it seemed his brother was still hanging onto the time when the Saiyan invader had sequestered his own family member.




"First time don't count!" The taller warrior felt a tick in his neck and tried to repress it. His next of kin didn't argue with him, but he also didn't agree with him. Raditz could feel Kakarot's indifference towards him and continued flying next to his younger brother in silence.




The sun was blazing directly over them by the time they arrived at a heavily guarded, tall building; the two siblings had spent the better half of the morning traveling through the cloudless sky; however, one could see a faraway storm rolling in, bringing with it thunder and lightning.




Their shadows met with their feet on the paved driveway at the front yard of the extensive compound, and Goku's golden transport whisked itself away as soon as its services were no longer needed.




"Coil yer tail around yer waist," was all Raditz said as his own tail wrapped securely around his midriff. Kakarot was still learning tail language and how to protect it; it wouldn't do to have both of them at the mercy of these criminals if they happened to grab their tails.




"Where's my son?!" Goku shouted at the guards as they began crowding them. 




"Tell us or die where ya stand," Raditz added with a warning tone, and the soldiers laughed at the intruders being aimed at with several guns.




"The Hell are yous to be talkin' to us in such manner?!" One of the guards asked in a condescending way.




The cold-blooded violence, staple of the Saiyan race, came back to the surface as Raditz stretched out his arm, pointing two fingers at the one who spoke.




"Two very pissed-off Saiyans."




A beam of pure, scorching energy shot out of the warrior's digits and pierced through the haughty guard's chest, leaving a sizzling, partly cauterized hole where his heart would be. The human fell to the ground before he even realized what had happened.




"Raditz!" Goku spun around and lowered his brother's arm, "Ya can't go killin' people!"




"I ain't fucking around, ya shitstains!" The rage in the alien's voice made the guards take a step back. "Ya either tell us where the brat is or you all die!"




"FIRE!" The sentry in charge shouted, and all the others began shooting at the intruders with their machine guns.




The bullets barely hurt the powerful warriors and were mostly ignored by both. Goku was more worried about Raditz's bloodlust than the tiny pricks he felt on his skin, and when he saw his taller sibling prepare to blast the guards again, the righteous warrior quickly knocked all the humans unconscious with a strong gust of air, forced outwards by increasing his temperature to outlandish degrees and power level in an instant.




"There! They won't be botherin' us no more!" He turned an accusing look at his companion.




"PAH!" Raditz wouldn't feel satisfied until he destroyed everyone involved in his second circle cub's sequestering.




In the blink of an eye, the heavy Saiyan used his weight to step on the guards' skulls, one by one, until all of them were no longer living.




"RADITZ!!!"




The savage warrior pivoted around to face his kind-hearted sibling, "Mark my words, Little Brother; Gohan and ourselves will be the only ones coming out of this alive," he growled viciously.




"Ya'll go back t' Hell if ya do that!" The desperation and concern were palpable in the Earth defender's voice and eyes.




"As if I ever gave a fuck about that!" Raditz snarled at the naïve Saiyan and marched towards the front entrance of the building, vaguely hearing his brother's footfalls behind him. As they entered, soldiers began discharging their guns at them.




"Let's talk about this!" Goku grabbed his brother's wrist, barely able to meet his thumb with his pointer finger.




"There ain't nothing to talk about! I fucked up, so I have to redeem myself!" 




The onslaught of bullets was ignored, not even the clicking of metal against porcelain as the waterfall of projectiles rained down was given attention to. Raditz's focus was on the last living member of his circle and the astringent scent being emitted by him. 




"Yer already redeemed! Ow!" A bullet hit the shorter fighter's cheek.




Turning around to face the other, Raditz grabbed Goku's hands, "Not where it matters! The only thing that's important right now is getting yer cub back! I don't give a fuck if I spend eons in Hell!"




On the opposite side of the brothers' heated exchange, the guards stopped firing, finally, as they concluded that no number of bullets was going to cause a dent in the intruders; it was time for something bigger. One of the armed humans entered a code on a wall panel, and a hatch opened, revealing a type of rocket launcher they had saved for dire occasions such as this one.




"I care!" Goku tightened his hands around his brother's larger ones, "I dun know much about what Hell is like, but it ain't pleasant!"




"Psh! Ya'll wish me back later anyways. And who knows, I might find the rest of our circle there!" The long-haired alien smirked in a way that should convince Kakarot to step back and let him do the dirty work Saiyans were known for taking care of.




Goku, however, was still hesitant. 




"Killin' is wrong, no matter the consequences."




"That's yer human side, Kakarot. Yer a Saiyan! I'm a Saiyan! Let me handle this the way our people handle it," Raditz insisted as he neared his brother's hands to his warm, naked chest.




"FIRE!" One of the sentries announced when the bazooka was ready.




A tank-destroying missile was shot directly towards the trespassers but was promptly caught by one of them midair—Raditz never tore his eyes away from the innocent, onyx orbs his younger brother donned; his hand simply snapped out and grabbed the ammunition that would interrupt their staring contest.




The guards were in an utter state of disbelief and nerves, one of them reaching for the panic button to call for their reinforcement suited for such unexpected contingencies.  




"They're bad people anyways. Yer always gonna be at risk unless we cut the tree from the roots," the stronger warrior used his last bargaining chip.




It made his shorter counterpart frown and close his eyes, already knowing the final decision they would take but not yet ready to accept it.




"I can't stop ya," Goku settled on saying, "I'mma go get Gohan."




The younger Saiyan took his hands back and turned around, not able to face the bloodthirst in his brother's eyes or prevent the massacre that would ensue from his vindictive hands. Before he could take a second step away, his arm was snatched, and the contrite Z-Fighter was pulled against his sibling's lips.




The moment Raditz bent down to kiss Kakarot, his hand crushed the ammunition he was holding, and the sparks resulting from their mouths meeting lined up with the explosion that surrounded them, consuming any other living thing within the area.




The fiery passion they felt whenever their skin would touch matched the flames enveloping them. The heat sensed wherever their hands would caress was either from the high temperatures from their surroundings or their sweltering flesh. The flames dancing inside their bodies mimicked the ones burning the charred corpses littering the same floor they stood on. 




After they parted, the smoke began to thin out, and the two warriors were able to see the red and orange reflection of the fire in their eyes. Goku saw adoration while Raditz saw conflict.




"Yer doing the humans a favor by getting rid of these scumbags."




The shorter alien looked away and lifted his hand, "Dun talk about it anymore. I sense Gohan's ki above us. I'll go get him… You do whatever ya think is best."




A grin worthy of a madman stretched Raditz's lips, and with a kiss to his brother's forehead, he took off with too much enthusiasm to initiate the bloodbath.




Goku redirected his thoughts to rescuing his son and not towards his own family going on a killing spree. Looking up at the ceiling in the direction Gohan's life force was located, the Z-Fighter crouched down and sprung up with enough force to smash through many floors until he reached what seemed like the topmost level.




Planting his boots firmly on the carpeted floor next to the hole he had left in it, the young warrior watched with a morbid sense of satisfaction as a sharply dressed man dropped his cigar and screamed as he dove under his desk. This must be the Yakuza boss, Goku thought.




"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! SHOOT HIM!"




Another man, girthy and tall, ordered the sentries who had been startled out their wits to see a man pop out of their boss' imported silk carpeting. The shower of bullets began once more, and Goku had had enough of the ear-piercing noise these guns made. 




With accurate aim, the inhumanly strong alien punched the air in quick successions as he pivoted, knocking out everyone except the head honcho who had used his office furniture as a shield.




"Shit!" The Japanese Mafia boss began frantically pressing the panic button on the underside of his wooden desk, a desk that was unexpectedly lifted off the floor and tossed aside as if it were a mere bar stool.




"Where is my son!" The intruder asked in a voice that garnered no nonsense.




"P-please don't hurt me! Your s-son is in there!"




Goku followed with his eyes the direction the man was pointing at. With a few resounding thumps, the Saiyan trudged towards the adjacent room's door and tore it off its hinges. He didn't know what he was expecting, but seeing his small child passed out inside a cage like some sort of animal wasn't on the list.




Turning to the man behind the kidnapping, the defender of the planet menacingly growled as he marched back and picked up the middle-aged human by his expensive-looking jacket.




"What have ya done t' him?!"




"He's j-just sedated," the man whimpered, "he was a bit much to handle otherwise, eheheh…"




The defenseless man shook when he saw the trespasser's brow furrow into a more threatening glare, a glare that promised nothing but pain and a slow death.




"What… What are you going to do with me?" The Yakuza boss' voice came out a few pitches higher than usual.




Goku sighed and put the rather stubby human down, "I ain't gonna do nothin'. My brother, on the other hand…"




-




SWACK!




The last image of the unscrupulous Yakuza combatant before everything turned dark was that of a hand covered in red sticking out of his chest. 




The man, murderer and criminal, fell to the floor as the arm in his torso pulled out, lifeless and unmoving. His vile sins had not been repaid after such a swift death—not that his assassin would know or care.




Raditz was much too absorbed in his state of battle lust to be preoccupied by such trifle details such as a man not atoning for his misdeeds.




Covered in blood from head to toe, with a fanged smile and ruby-red, glowing eyes, the Saiyan had been wiping out every single member of the corrupt organization, bystanders and active participants alike, as he ascended towards the penthouse where his brother and second-circle cub would be.




Humans were not so different from his violent kind, the alien decided; they would not stop attacking even though they knew their lives would end at the hands of an individual extraordinarily much stronger than they were.




All the more to have fun with, the beastly warrior thought to himself, and that was one of the last conscious thoughts to pass through the front of his mind as his spirit soared with each soldier he put to rest.




The last of the guards on that particular story slumped down, his upper body hitting the floor a fraction of a second later, after the detached bottom half landed on the stained marble tiles.




Raditz licked a long stripe across his arm, lapping at the life essence of his enemies that were no more, when he heard a pathetic whimpering coming from the hallway behind him. He set off to end whoever was suffering from his previous attack and turned around the bend. 




It was then that he saw a female human, as they were on this planet, struggling to stand up, horrified with the gruesome scenery, and holding her side that had a long piece of glass embedded in it.




When she saw the bringer of destruction nearing her, the murderer of her comrades, friends, and bosses, she felt her body tense, a sense of fight or flight overcame her; unfortunately, she was in no position to do either.




"Spare m-me," she tried appealing to the infiltrator's better nature.




"Saiyans ain't known for their mercy," uncaring and indifferent, Raditz raised his hand and fired a ki blast, obliterating the last life on that floor. 




He stood back, after the deed was done, and observed the carnage left behind; the scent, the stained walls, and the taste as he licked his lips brought back memories from a past not too distant.




Fast-approaching footsteps alerted the Saiyan of more pre-victims arriving. This group was different from the other guards and personnel Raditz had disposed of; they wore odd clothing and held specialized weapons instead of guns.




With a shout of bravery, one of the weapon wielders charged at the trespasser, only to have his voice silenced when a devastatingly strong hand grabbed his throat and crushed it, killing the swordmaster instantly.




The other teammates were left speechless as they saw their leader bonelessly fall to the bloodied floor in no less than a handful of seconds. The monster they were sent to deal with was a force they were unprepared to fight against.




"Forget this! I'm not paid enough to be a hero!" One of the enforcers exclaimed and took off the way they came from. 




By the time he was at the bottom of the stairs, he heard his comrades' blood-curdling screams followed by visceral noises and silence. Horrified at this unfamiliar situation, the fighter dashed into the nearest room—a utility closet—and held his breath as heavy footsteps neared him. His heart beat faster with every squelchy sound of wet footwear trudging through remains and scarlet puddles.




It was fortunate that the steps passed right in front of the small door and continued down the hall until they became imperceptible. A sigh left the coward, but it quickly transformed into a horrified gasp as the door was suddenly ripped out of the wall and tossed away as one would a crumpled piece of paper. The monster with red-glowing eyes was revealed.




A pathetic scream, not fit for a warrior of his caliber, scratched his throat, and words begging the creature to make it quick and painless felt like hot tar in his mouth.




The savage beast smiled, showing off a set of sharp fangs, and a clawed finger traced the stick of one of the brooms in the closet.




"The thing about my species is… When we're enjoying a rage orgasm, we can get very creative~" 




The words came out as a soft hum, but the eyes of the monster were nothing but hard, and in any other situation, the swordsman would've noticed they weren't the only hard thing belonging to this foe.




More sentries from the higher stories came down in a rush to either witness their specialized forces take down the enemy or give them a hand in stopping the bloodshed from advancing to the last floor of the building. 




The elevator door opened just as a sound of agony died down. All they could see was defeat painted everywhere they looked at, and when they least expected it, pain flashed throughout their bodies as they became part of the slaughter.




-




Goku smelled the stringent scent of death before the metal doors were kicked down and in came Raditz. The pure-hearted Saiyan didn't look back to see his brother covered in blood and remains; he looked back because Raditz's entire aura felt different.




There he was, standing with only his tight shorts, boots, and arm guards along with the crimson bands camouflaged among all the fear-inducing color. But what caught Goku's attention the most were his glowing, red eyes.




The Z-Fighter, defender of good, should've felt disgusted, but something about the other's smell had changed; it was as if he had become both violence and sex incarnate. There was no justifiable explanation for his heart beating faster and his body heating up under his older sibling's lust-filled eyes.




"Good god!" 




The voice of a scared man that had smoked too many cigars in his lifetime grabbed Goku's attention.




"H-how?! I sent hundreds of my best men, including my special forces team!" The Mafia boss exclaimed.




"And they all screamed so wonderfully~"




The shorter alien heard his brother reply in a voice that made his hair stand on end and looked away when Raditz walked up to the man who had dared mess with his family. The indescribable sound of bone crushing mixed with gurgling and screaming would haunt him forever.




He turned around when he felt the air around him get significantly warmer and was met with a hardened and bloodied chest.




"L-let's get Gohan and get outta here-"




"Not before I fuck yer brains out~"




Goku tensed and stood up straight, "Here?! Now?!"




He walked backwards until he hit a bookshelf, and his brother pinned him against it, knocking some items over. Raditz tried connecting their mouths, but Goku refused to get blood in or on him.




Pushing the burlier Saiyan away, Goku wiped his mouth where his brother had tried kissing him, "Not like this!"




A wicked laugh made the taller warrior's upper body shake in mirth, "I'm a lot stronger than you, Baby Bro. Yer in no position to order me around~"




The fur on Goku's tail puffed out and his eyes widened a fraction, "Go clean yerself before Gohan wakes up and sees his uncle like this. We'll take him home and then go back t' our room at Bulma's place-"




"I SAID NOT BEFORE I FUCK YA!" With his mind gone, only Raditz's base instincts remained, and the battle lust he was feeling made him unconcerned about propriety. 




Goku got in a defensive stance, ready to throw his brother off if he tried anything; however, he would try to reason with him first. Yet, he couldn't even say his peace when Raditz pinned him against the shelf again and pressed his aroused body flush against his.




"Daddyyy! Uncle Radiiitz!"




Gohan had come out of his sedated state and was now crying. The upside was that the sound of a cub in distress made Raditz back up, close his eyes shut, and grab his head. When he opened his eyes again, they were the soft dark grey they had always been.




The stronger warrior sniffed the air, making out his circle's scents of anxiety among the heavy metallic odor in the room.




"Are ya okay, Baby Bro?!" His hand reached out to touch Kakarot's face, but the other Saiyan flinched and sidestepped around him.




"Go wash yerself. I dun want my son seein' ya covered in blood."




Raditz made a face at the odd warrior and scratched his head, wondering why Kakarot was so against blood. Regardless, he looked for a cleansing room and found one not far away; being more familiar with bathroom fixtures, he was able to turn on a hot spray and remove his clothing articles to rinse them out separately. Remnants of the heinous acts he had just committed washed down the drain along with tainted water.




He came out several minutes later, having dressed again and ki-dried, but when he returned to the office section of the penthouse, he found his brother and nephew were no longer there and the dark clouds had reached the building, bringing with them bleakness, booming, and bolts. There was also a broken window inside a small room where their scent was more pronounced. 




He found it strange, then again, his sibling was more human than Saiyan—for the time being. He was yet to completely understand what went through these creatures' heads.




Following his younger brother's lead, Raditz jumped out the window and let his sense of smell guide him towards Kakarot's unique scent.




-




Goku arrived at his house on Mount Paozu with Gohan in his arms; the poor thing was still shaken up and gripping tightly onto his gi, as if at any moment he would be snatched away again.




He landed on the front yard, noticing security guards positioned all around the place—Bulma's doing; he was certain. The myriad of different scents was almost overwhelming, and he remembered his brother saying something about his senses getting more attuned after having his tail back.




The contrite warrior suddenly froze in place when he noticed a smell he didn't want to pick up any time soon. Uranai Baba was here. Cussing under his breath, Goku made sure his tail was well hidden inside his gi before entering the house.




He could make out stress and salty water coming from the living room, as well as expensive perfume that was too strong for his sensitive nose and some herbal, earthy smell most likely belonging to the fortune teller. 




Chichi looked up when she heard movement nearby, irritated and watery eyes met her husband's calm and cool ones before falling on the small bundle in his arms.




"GOHAN!" Chichi violently stood up from the couch and ran to them, knocking Baba off her crystal ball in the process. Goku let her pick up their first born and watched with a broken heart as Gohan immediately clung to her and started crying again.




As the mother and child reunited, Goku walked up to where Bulma was helping the small witch back onto the floating sphere.




"Heeey, Baba. Whaddya doin' here?" He guiltily scratched the back of his head.




"I came to collect your brother's soul, what does it look like?" The old woman snapped back as she dusted down her robes.




"Raditz? Um, he ain't done yet with the… tasks."




"Goku, you're a terrible liar, and you know it!" Uranai snipped. "Besides, Bulma was asked by your brother to tell me he's ready to be taken back."




"He said that?" The young warrior looked accusingly at his childhood, female friend. Bulma busied herself with tea.




"About time that behemoth left! He's caused nothing but trouble since he stepped foot in my house!"




"CHICHI, NOT NOW!"




The women in the house as well as the toddler and the dyad were struck and open-mouthed by the anger in Goku's voice.




"Sorry… Gohan needs a bath. Can ya go do that, Chi?" The Z-Fighter fixed his tune.




"Now see here!" The enraged housewife began, but Bulma was quick to set her teacup on the coffee table and dash to her friend's wife and kid, ushering the reunited child and mother to the cleansing room before Chichi could throw another one of her tantrums.




"I'll help you out," the scientist made casual conversation, "then we can all go back to my place and enjoy some quiet time-"




"Wait… Wasn't Goku supposed to be sick?"




The individual in question gulped inconspicuously as he heard his wife from the kitchen. He prayed to the gods that Bulma would find a way around their lie.




"I see your brother has been a bad influence on you," Uranai Baba floated up to Goku.




"Huh? Oh, my brother! I need t' tell him we're home!" The young and kind-hearted warrior dashed out the front door with the witch behind him and shot into the air at high speed.




"Goku wait!" The fortune teller yelled behind him, but the Saiyan was a speck in the sky now.




"Ooo, rats! That impulsive lout! This is what I get for doing him favors. I'm not even getting paid!"




-




A lone streak in the sky cutting through the dissipating clouds shot towards the horizon where the tall mountains inhabited. The sun was setting to his left, and the cosmos was becoming darker to his right. Stars slowly began freckling the firmament, adding an aura of mystery and glamor above him. 




The Saiyan increased his energy output if only to reunite quicker with the only one of his kin left. It was a blessing that his eye caught movement out of its corner; Kakarot's figure was spearing through the clouds not too far away.




"KAKAROT!" Raditz shouted out loud.




The young warrior came to a stop when he picked up on the call and looked around him, spotting Raditz at a short distance. He took off towards the other, and the stronger warrior accelerated in the direction of his little brother.




Halfway above the thick forest that canopied over streams and mossy floor the two siblings met, the taller one jumping into a spontaneous hug and the weaker one pushing him away.




"Why did ya tell Bulma to contact Uranai Baba?!" Goku was a hair from shouting at his taller family member.




"Whaddya mean? I finished the tests, and I'm ready to go."




"I ain't ready…" The Earth-raised Saiyan spurt out abruptly.




A pained expression crossed the older Saiyan's features as he saw the affliction in Kakarot's façade, and he lowered them both to the ground among the trees.




"I thought ya didn't want me here anymore, cuz I got Gohan in trouble," Raditz confessed.




"I was angry at ya, but that didna mean I wanted ya t' leave so suddenly!" 




"I wasn't supposed to be here forever, Little Brother. Only till I'd redeem myself."




Goku's frown deepened, "But ya undid everything ya worked for! Yer gonna go t' Hell for sure!"




The long-haired alien pulled the other close to him and wrapped his strong arms around the slimmer individual, "Like I said, I don't care where I go. I'm just happy I got to spend time with ya."




Pouting, the Z-Fighter lowered his gaze, wishing he were as indifferent as Raditz was to spending eternity among the damned. Hell, after all, acted differently than the physical world's time frames—who knew how long a few days would amount to in the Land of the Wretched.




"Hey. We spent time together, and that's all I ever wanted. I'll come back soon, and we'll form our own circle," the spiritual guest tried reassuring his younger family member, but Kakarot just managed a small smile.




"Chichi ain't gonna like that," his brother started, "and I dun really care."




At those words of self-liberation, Raditz felt a surge of brotherly pride overtake him, and he pulled the shorter Saiyan in to press their lips together as he floated them down to the soft forest floor.




There, among the brush and greenery, the two brothers engaged in a make-out session, hands tearing at their clothing obstacles and touching heated skin wherever they traveled.




That night, they bonded under the stars.




-




As the sun rose to bathe the land in its splendor, the two Saiyans woke up to the sound of critters among them and headed back to the younger one's abode after cleaning off the remnants of their passion in a nearby stream.




As they arrived at the Son house, Goku noticed a small bit of paper taped to the door informing them his family and friends had all gone to Capsule Corp.. The slighter alien convinced his brother to shower and change clothing—much to the foreigner's chagrin—before heading over to meet with their clique. 




With assistance, Goku was able to hide his tail inside his gi, shivering as his brother's fingers combed through the appendage's soft fur. 




"Ya like that, dontcha?"




It was more a statement than a question, Goku realized, and he was quick to get the object in question out of temptation's way, tucking it inside his loose, orange pants.




Raditz didn't question it, but he did chuckle arrogantly. When it was time to depart, he followed his little brother towards Bulma's residence, and as they reached the premises, the bulkier alien noticed everyone had visited, including the small hag floating atop the odd-looking sphere.




Kakarot wasn't pleased, Raditz noticed—if his sudden acrid scent was anything to go by—and it got worse when his baby brother's Earth mate came up to the shorter Saiyan and slapped him across the face.




"Yer son was just kidnapped, and all ya can think of is sparring with yer no-good excuse for a brother?!"




It was instantaneous; as soon as Raditz heard the thwack, his blood began to boil. Chichi's following statement furthered his ire, and a growl vibrated within the tall warrior's chest. The violent being took a step towards the raven-haired human with murderous intent in his eyes, but a hand on his beefy chest stopped him before he could give the second step.




"Insult my brother again and I ain't holdin' him back."




Goku realized what he had just replied to his wife a second too late. His friends, his former sensei, the people that fought alongside him, they all looked at him with a shocked expression on their faces. The Earth defender couldn't blame them; even he was startled by his own aggressive behavior. Everyone was except Raditz—he was looking rather smug.




"Chichi… I'm sorry. It's a bad time for me," Goku tried apologizing to the stunned and speechless mother.




"I should say," the fortune teller interjected. "It's time to go back, Raditz, before more of your charming personality pours into our beloved Goku."




"Charming?" Krillin teased and received the middle finger from the taller alien.




"Can we eat first?" The rhetorical question was accompanied by a pat on Goku's belly, "I'm starvin'!"




"I'm a very busy woman, Goku, I don't have time for dilly-dallying," Uranai Baba replied.




"Yeah, too busy looking through her crystal ball all day to spy on others," her brother, Master Roshi, outed the soothsayer. 




"YOU HUSH!"




"Such a crusty, dry soul," the Turtle Master continued, "there's no way she's letting your brother stay any longer. Mhm, not even for our friends and family get-together to celebrate Gohan's wellbeing. It's almost as if Raditz weren't his uncle-"




"ALRIGHT, FINE! He can stay until after the get-together," the old witch acquiesced.




The younger alien felt such a wave of relief wash over him that he almost jump-hugged his brother in front of everyone—that would've raised a few eyebrows. Instead, he played off his excitement as being eager to finally quench his vast appetite.




"That's great! I can't wait t' eat."




Raditz scoffed and smirked at Kakarot, knowing full well that his next of kin was happy to spend more time with him. Saiyan noses were sometimes a curse and other times a blessing.




Slinging an arm around his shorter sibling, the tallest member of the group turned his gaze at Bulma, "So, where's the food at? I wouldn't mind stuffing myself with yer Earth eats, although I wouldn't mind doing the stuffing as well~"




He gave the blue-haired scientist a lecherous look and winked, but his tail playfully tapped his brother's behind unbeknownst to the participants gathered around.




"Eh?! Ah…" Bulma chuckled shyly; the blatant flirt caught her off guard, and the image of their hunky spirit-guest's inhumanly large dick flashed in her mind, "the food is this way."




Leading their tight-knit group, the multi-billionaire went inside her residence and directed everyone to the dining room where a banquet of all sorts of luxurious foods was displayed. As per the norm, she had spared no expense to celebrate the safe return of their youngest member, Gohan.




Being the dominant one of the two brothers, Raditz picked a chair, expecting the other Saiyan to sit beside him, as it so happened. What he didn't expect was his sibling's wife to sit on Kakarot's other side and glare at the long-haired warrior as if challenging him for the Z-Fighter's attention.




Chichi had noticed how much her husband had been neglecting her and had his focus on the home wrecking Saiyan. The competitive woman would prove to her uninvited guest that Goku held her in a higher position than Raditz.




Said home wrecking Saiyan could smell the salty, bitter, and spicy scent of rivalry the female was emitting, and he was instantly in—Let the challenge begin! He cracked his knuckles none too subtly and responded to Chichi's glare with a look that said 'Woman, you are way over your head'.




His tail would make sure Kakarot's attention stayed on him, and low and behold, as soon as the furry extremity started slithering up his brother's leg, the weaker Saiyan bit off a chunk of his spoon.




"Oops! Hehe… Dun know my own strength!" 




"I bet you've been training hard with Raditz, huh?" Krillin noted.




"Very hard~" Raditz growled out smoothly, making Bulma spray her soup out and try not to laugh. "I've been working him dry!"




His tail dipped between the Earth-Saiyan's legs and continued climbing. 




Goku nervously looked at Chichi to make sure she was none the wiser; so far, so good.




"What he means, Krillin, is that he's been pushin' me past my LIMITS!" Goku swatted his brother's tail away.




"Ya should see how much I make him sweat during our training," Raditz added with an innocent grin.




Bulma couldn't contain herself, "And pray tell, what does your -ahem- training involve?"




The taller alien smirked at the female's playfulness, "For starters, there ain't no ki; it's a~ll muscle work. We start with light grappling, then it's hand-to-hand combat, followed by low-sets and stretching."




"Stretching in the middle of heavy exercising?" Tien asked with an eyebrow askew.




"It's to keep the body limber and stop yer heart rate from going too high up," Raditz explained as his tail tip went back to tormenting his brother's nether regions.




"I bet you do lunges at some point," the genius human's blue eyes sparkled at the salacious imagery.




"I do the lunges; my baby brother does invert scrunches." At the humans' look of confusion, the strongest fighter seated at the table added, "He lies on his back and lifts his legs back and forth."




Goku turned a deep shade of red as his shaft began stretching his pants.




"Are you feeling well, Goku?" 




Puar's chirpy voice cut through images in the young Saiyan's mind of Raditz lunging forward while he was on his back, taking it like a bitch in heat.




"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?!" Goku did not mean to reply so loudly.




"You seem flustered," Tien also noticed how feverish his one-time rival seemed.




Beads of sweat appeared on the Earth defender's brow. "Oh! The food's spicy, is all. Eheh…"




"Yer eating miso soup and sweet pork dumplings, Goku-sa. How are those spicy?!" Chichi made the observation. 




A deep and rich chuckle came from Goku's older sibling, and the peeved brother uncoiled his tail to give Raditz the same treatment he was receiving.




The moment Kakarot's tail slipped under his balls, the larger Saiyan warrior made a choked sound and spilled lemonade all over himself as his hand swept under the table to shoo the intrusive tail away.




"Shit! I think a bug bit me!" Raditz was quick to cover up his slip-up. Oh, he would have his revenge. Remembering how much his youngest circle member loved having his upper bits caressed and played with, the lemon-drenched alien grabbed a cloth napkin to pat himself down while sticking his tail up Kakarot's shirt at the same time.




Suffice to say Goku's smirk disappeared as a soft tail brushed over his nipples. He snatched a big bowl of udon and placed it in front of himself to hide whatever movement was going on inside his shirt.




"Control yerself!" Chichi admonished her husband for grabbing the entire bowl for himself, "Leave some for the rest of us!"




"I'm hungwy!" Goku replied with a full mouth.




"It's okay, Chichi. There's a lot more where that came from!" The C.E.O. reassured all the sad faces at the table. "Goku, why don't you show Raditz where I keep extra sets of guest clothes for him to change into. That lemonade was ice cold."




Goku blessed his childhood friend's sharp mind; Bulma must've noticed the two brothers were up to something.




"Great idea, Bulma!" With no time wasted, the young Saiyan re-wrapped his tail around his waist, grabbed his brother's wrist, and hauled him out the dining area.




"I thought you were hungry," Krillin turned around to see his friend and Raditz's retreating backs.




"I changed my mind~!" Goku called out just before disappearing behind the archway—incidentally, making Raditz bump his head against the frame in their sudden haste.




The monk returned his focus to the group, "Am I the only one that has noticed how weird Goku is acting?"




Bulma immediately cut in before any speculations could be formulated, "It's most likely because Raditz will be leaving soon, and he'll have nobody strong to spar with."




"Gee, thanks…" Yamcha huffed, to which almost everyone at the table laughed.




-




Leading the way down hallways and round corners, Goku ventured further and further inside the complex until he could sense nobody's ki nearby.




"Ya don't fucking know where yer going, do ya," Raditz felt truly lost in this human-designed building. Not even the palace on Vegetasei was this easy to get lost in.




Without warning, the brawny warrior was pushed into a room that had a big table surrounded by chairs and a white board on one of the walls. It appeared to be a meeting room; Raditz found it quite odd that there was no lingering smell of sex whatsoever. Meetings on his home planet would oftentimes end in sex, more so than in battle.




A click coming from the door alerted the spiritual guest that Kakarot had most likely locked it.




"Little Bro, what are ya-MMM!"




Surprise, although pleasant, overtook Raditz as his smaller sibling attacked his lips. It lasted an instant, and in that time, the older Saiyan's brain and dick kick-started, and he kissed back.




"Sit down," Goku, in a rare show of dominance, commanded the other and shoved his older sibling down on a roller chair.




Raditz braced himself on it, furrowing his facial muscles as he expected the thing to break like so many other unprepared victims of his tremendous weight. It was to his fortune that these chairs were a lot sturdier than the ones at his brother's forge.




"What's all this… a-about?" He stuttered, watching Kakarot kneel down in front of him and start undoing the front of his pants.




"Baby Bro?" Raditz tried again but received no response other than being exposed to the cool air followed by his brother's hot breath.




His shaft twitched and throbbed before Kakarot had even touched it, and when he did, Raditz let out a rather exuberant moan and felt himself tipping over at a dangerous rate. In all their time together after the breaching, Raditz would be the one giving his sibling oral pleasure; this was the first time the inexperienced Saiyan would be returning the favor.




"OHHH, GODS~!" 




On the other end, Goku felt an unexpected surge of a warm, sweet-tasting, creamy fluid fill his mouth. He pulled off his brother's glans and confirmed that Raditz had, in fact, ejaculated within seconds.




"Ya came that fast?!" He asked in a surprised tone.




A growled hum came out of the larger warrior's chest as he watched small jets of cum shoot out his pulsing organ and fall everywhere, including his sibling's cheek.




"Suck on me more~" Raditz purred, and holding his girthy shaft, pulled the other's head towards the tip of his cock. It took some pressing against his younger sibling's lips for Kakarot to open his cum-stained mouth and continue swallowing his stronger kin's seed.




With a satisfied look on his face and a sound of approval, the former invader dared press in a little further until he was spurting directly down Kakarot's throat and feeling its muscles clench and move around his cockhead. The smaller alien wasn't even down one third of the way, but having those lips stretched around his shaft and his little brother trying his best to not spill his load created a memory Raditz wouldn't soon forget.




There was one problem, however; Kakarot's lips weren't against his. It was a hard decision, but kissing his relative won over receiving sexual pleasure, and the taller Saiyan pulled his brother up until their mouths met again.




It was a rather awkward angle, the shorter Saiyan bending down to kiss the taller one sitting on a chair that kept trying to roll away. In the end, Raditz stood up, picked Kakarot, and sat him on the table; it provided the perfect height for their mouths to cavort with each other and their groins to bump and grind.




Too many clothes were in the way, sadly, and it was with great effort that the long-haired Latcher pulled away long enough to yank his brother's pants off and align his love stick with Kakarot's sopping canal. He waited a handful of seconds to add his own white lubrication before sliding in almost too easily.




"It's like yer sucking me in!" Raditz panted, "Yer cunt was made for my cock~"




With a smirk, Goku wrapped his legs around his older brother's waist and pulled him in closer, stretching his passage in every direction to fit in the engorged member.




"I'm sure any cock would fit in here just fine."




Raditz bared his fangs at Kakarot's snarky comeback and tightened a hand around his pale neck, "Only my dick is allowed entry. Ya ain't spreading yer legs for nobody else!"




"Then ya better fuck me good t' last me until I get ya back…" Goku breathed heavily through his constricted windpipe as he coiled his tail on his sibling's girthy thigh.




Raditz gave him more than a good fuck. Suffice to say, the table couldn't withstand the powerful thrusts of the larger Saiyan nor the answering grinding from the smaller one, and it collapsed to the blue-grey carpeted floor.




The added tumbling only served to prolong Raditz's previous climax, and when his little brother locked around him, another stronger orgasm was pulled out from the Earth visitor. Frankly, Goku wondered if the floor underneath them would give out from the backbreaking pounding he was receiving—a part of him wished it would.




The structure of the building proved to be sturdy enough to endure several minutes of violent lovemaking while both aliens enjoyed their peak ecstasy. When their orgasmic waves began settling, Raditz let his sweaty brow drop on Goku's shoulder and held the other close while trying to catch his breath.




The younger warrior picked up mumbling coming from his brother and turned his face to nuzzle Raditz's cheek, "Whaddya say?"




"I said I'mma miss ya." 




Raditz lifted his head to look at his beloved brother directly, and Goku could see the pain under the other's protective layer. Some things simply couldn't be hidden very well.




Removing his tail from his brother's leg, Goku searched for the matching appendage and tangled them together, "I'll wish ya back as soon as I can."




"Ya better."




With an unspoken, fierce promise, the Z-Fighter lunged forward to kiss the former villain's lips. His arms gripped Raditz's head from behind to keep him from leaving; unfortunately, it would be unpreventable, and soon, the brothers would have to say goodbye.




Raditz turned themselves around to have Kakarot straddle him, not breaking apart once and both shivering when their linked organs tugged on each other. He felt the other pull on him tentatively and heard him moan when he was unable to release his swollen glans.




"Ya like doing that, dontcha?"




"It feels nice," Goku lifted his hips again, putting more pressure on his brother's cockhead, "Dun it feel nice for ya?"




Raditz kissed him softly, "Anything ya do to me feels nice."




"And all the stuff we end up destroying?" The young Saiyan looked around at the mess they had made of the table. "Maybe I'll wish for stronger furniture first."




"No, time. Ya need to wish me back as soon as possible." 




Where Goku thought that statement was because his sibling didn't want to be apart longer than necessary, Raditz thought about his teammates, Vegeta and Nappa, who were surely on their way to Earth.




"Of course, 'Ditz!" Came the cheerful reply from the sunny warrior.




The older individual smiled and closed his eyes, letting his head rest contently against the table's flat surface and his hair.




"Yer scent changes when I call ya that. Why?"




"It makes me happy," Raditz shrugged. "Names are important to Saiyans, so giving me a customized version of my name tells me I mean a lot to ya on a personal level. Also, our circle would call me that sometimes. Especially Gine."




"My source?" Goku asked to make sure.




After a small nod, the visiting spirit sighed, "I wish ya coulda met them, spent more time with them. They'd already lost a cub, but to lose another one… It devastated them."




"We had another brother?"




"Yeah. Older brother," the larger Saiyan remembered how fondly his parents would talk about their first born.




"Maybe we can wish all of them back! If Kami gets stronger," Goku tried lightening up the mood.




Raditz didn't know what his sibling was talking about, but the prospect of having his entire circle back excited him.




"Yer gonna love them! I'm betting my left nut that ya'll get along very well with Gine," the gambler exclaimed.




"And our carrier?" The ignorant and naïve alien asked. His hopes were crushed when Raditz made a face.




"Don't expect him to be open about his emotions. He'll be thrilled, but he ain't gonna show it."




"How about yer source?" The questions kept coming.




"Toma will love ya and will be very obvious about it. But if he sees Gohan, he'll be more focused on him," Raditz brightened up when talking about his sperm donor.




"Right," Goku chuckled, "he'll be focused on the kids." Then he sobered up, "They ain't gonna be violent though, right? I dun wanna hafta fight 'em."




"HA!" The mirth in the other warrior's grin was palpable. "Ya can sure try! Gine won't fight ya, but Toma and Bardock love a good spar and are much, much stronger than I am."




"WHAT…?!"




"In fact, even if we all team up together and go against Bardock, I can assure ya we'll be on the losing side."




"I change my mind, now I really gotta fight him!" The ever-present fighting spirit inside Goku burned with passion.




"He'd love that," Raditz grabbed his brother by the scruff and pulled him down until their mouths met, and they began another make out session, slower this time. That was until Goku sat up suddenly and tensed.




"What's the matter, Kay?" The puzzled alien tilted his head and the tip of his tail.




The knob rattled, clicked, and unlocked, and the door to the conference room opened. Raditz cussed in relief when he smelled the blue-haired human. The Earth defender didn't even bother covering his nudity, not after the scientist had looked him over inside and out.




"Really, guys? You 're going to start redecorating MY house now?" Bulma closed the door behind her and stood akimbo. Her childhood friend gave a sheepish laugh and scratched the back of his head.




"Sorry, Bulma! We got a bit carried away."




"You don't say…" The sarcastic woman bit her fingernail before deciding that getting straight to the point was better than beating around the bush. 




"Baba is asking for Raditz. It's time."




Goku's breath hitched, and he turned to look at his sibling. Raditz showed a pained expression that lasted a millisecond before his protective mask came down; however, he smelled sad.




"The old crone will have to wait," Raditz huffed and looked away, his tail irately swishing on the carpet.




"What do you mean?" 




"We're kinda… stuck," Goku turned a deep red. "Down there…"




"Stuck?" Bulma's brilliant mind began turning its gears.




"We're knotted," Raditz helpfully informed the human and received a punch on his chest. "OW! I'm just saying! His body needs to let go of my huge cock before we can go anywhere," the alien continued in a flirty tone.




"Oh, this I got to see!" 




"BULMA, THIS AIN'T THE TIME!"




The curious woman stopped before giving the second step at Goku's explosive observation.




"Alright, alright! I'll tell Uranai that you two are having a 'heart to heart' before Raditz has to leave," the inventor relented.




"Thanks, Bulma," the mortified warrior gave her a smile and dropped his head on his brother's stocky chest.




"But when he comes back, I'm learning everything about Saiyan mating. Hands-on," the blue-eyed menace threatened.




"BULMA!"




"No problem!" The taller Saiyan flashed his white teeth at her.




"RADITZ!"




"Okay, you two," Bulma grinned maniacally, "I can't wait to have you back with us, Raditz of the Huge Cock. And maybe we can talk Goku into letting him share you with me!"




She left a laughing Raditz and a sputtering Goku behind and closed the door to her conference room—destroyed conference room, she added to her thoughts.




Other thoughts, of various topics, continued running through her head. They needed to get everything ready; the wish, a new Saiyan-proof home, an appropriate job for Raditz… By the time she had everything organized, she had reached her office.




After inputting a code, the door unlocked and opened. Bulma walked to her desk, and opening a hatch, pulled out the Dragon Radar. The image of the reliable Dragon Ball seeker brought a smile to her face as she began reminiscing of times long ago, when she had first met her Saiyan friend.




"How much you've grown, Son Goku…" She laughed as she remembered shooting him in the head and barely harming him.




"Time to do some work, old friend!" Bulma switched on the radar and observed seven dots on the screen spread across the globe except the two balls Goku had collected and the one Gohan had on his hat.




"Excellent!" Standing up, the C.E.O. of Capsule Corp. pocketed the radar and walked back to the lively reunion with her friends.




-




Back at the get-together, everyone except Gohan and Oolong had finished their meal and were now chit chatting when Bulma came over.




"About time!" The crotchety old witch snapped, "I don't have all day, you know."




"Sorry, Baba, Goku and Raditz are engaged in a deep brotherly conversation. They'll be back before you know it!" The peppy female took a seat next to her former lover, who was looking rather glum.




"I've kept King Yemma waiting long enough!" Uranai complained.




"Ease up, Sis," the voice of wisdom, Master Roshi, tried assuaging her. "You know how sibling conversations go."




"I wouldn't know. You were always too busy with your dirty magazines!" The fortune teller gave her brother a wicked grin, and the Turtle Master lowered his sunhat. 




It took longer than Bulma had anticipated, but eventually, the two alien brothers returned to the gathering. Uranai Baba wanted to leave immediately, but Roshi managed to convince her that goodbyes were in order out of courtesy.




After Raditz exchanged a few last words with the gang, his eyes wandered until they locked on his younger brother's sad orbs. The moment was lost when Gohan came running to them against his mother's will, and hugged his uncle's leg, barely reaching his knee.




"Please don't leave, Uncle Raddy!" Gohan's teary eyes turned to look imploringly at the tall family member. "You make my daddy happy."




"Is that so?" Raditz looked at his brother and smiled when Kakarot looked away, flustered.




"Don't worry, Kiddo. When I come back, the three of us will spend a lot of time together!" The burlesque warrior crouched down so Gohan wouldn't have to crane his neck so far up.




"That'll be great! Mom needs a vacation," the toddler exclaimed with a sparkle. He saw his mother scoff, and leaned in to whisper: "And I can pretend I'm studying with you!"




"That's quite enough, Gohan. We need to get going before dark," Chichi said sternly.




The small tyke jumped up to hug his uncle one more time around the neck, making Raditz look around worriedly, afraid that he would be judged for letting a kid show such emotions with him. When he saw no harsh stares and only smiles, he hugged the child he once kidnapped.




As Gohan started to sniffle, the strongest of the group stood up and passed Gohan to his younger brother, who in turn handed him over to Chichi. It was then that the child started openly sobbing.




It broke Raditz's heart, but habits were harder to break, and he opted for showing no empathy.




"Ya'll be seeing more of me very soon," he lifted his hand to the Z-Fighters, and they lifted theirs in response.




"You better!" Yamcha gave Raditz a smile, but his eyes burned with fire and promises.




"I still need to win against you in a drinking competition," Tien slung an arm around his friend's shoulders and hugged him a bit too tightly as a warning.




"And then sing karaoke once we're sloshed!"




The group of close friends groaned in response to Krillin's contribution.




While the humans started discussing how Krillin needed a new hobby and if they could sabotage the karaoke machine, Raditz pulled his brother apart and spoke in a low volume so only he could hear.




"In case I don't make it back in time, just tell Vegeta I said to stay put until I get back."




"He's comin' here?!" Goku exclaimed as low as he could.




The older Saiyan nodded, "Vegeta and Nappa, most likely. They'll be here in less than two Aro terms… Shit, I don't know how long that is on this planet."




"Dun matter, we'll handle them," the eager and innocent Z-Fighter said with determination.




"It does matter," Raditz corrected in a somber tone. "These Saiyans are the violent kind, and Vegeta is much stronger than our parents. Ya need to make sure to-"




"Tell Vegeta t' stay put till ya come back," Goku repeated, knowing full well he would not be able to resist fighting such an imposing character.




"Correct."




In a sudden surge of emotions and making sure eyes weren't on them, Goku flung himself to his brother and hugged him. He didn't take into account his former mentor's dark sunglasses.




Roshi read the brother's body language and recognized it for what it was, "Interesting…" He petted his beard.




"What's interesting, Master Roshi?" Krillin asked.




"Hehehe, Bulma's figure, of course!" The wise and clever man unexpectedly reached for the blue-haired woman's derriere and gave it a good squeeze. It would draw everyone's attention to him when Bulma would hit him.




And so it did.




The scientist walked over to the alien siblings with an angry face and rubbing her fist, "I'd rather get my sugar from this cup here!" She called out to the old pervert. 




"Tone it down, you two!" She expressed concern at the brothers in not so loud words for the hearing sensitive Saiyans.




"My sugar will crush ya, Human~" Raditz pulled away from Kakarot begrudgingly and lifted Bulma up in one arm, careful not to break her ribs.




"WOO!" The entrepreneur hooted as her heels left the ground. 




"Oh, this is a lot of sugar!" She gritted out as the rock-crushing arm hugged her tightly to Raditz's chest, allowing the raunchy opportunist to feel him up a bit. She was returned to the ground a few seconds later.




"Take care of this one until I come back," Raditz asked the wealthy and powerful woman.




"And then you'll be taking care of him, understood," Bulma teased her blushing friend.




"Naturally, and if Vegeta does give y'all trouble, just prepare one of those amazing banquets for him; he'll love that. He's our prince after all," the sharp warrior suggested.




"A Prince, eh? Don't worry. I'll give him the full royal treatment," the genius winked.




"CAN WE GET GOING?!"




Goku startled and turned to see an angry witch floating on an electrified crystal orb, "Sorry, Baba!" 




As Bulma returned to the group to appease the fortune teller, the Defender of Earth pivoted back to his family member, "Take care of yerself over there, Big Brother."




"And ya watch out for the Green Man, Baby Bro," came the reply.




"It's funny, the thing I'mma miss the most is yer scent. That's kinda weird, right?" Goku scratched the back of his head, much like his side-parent would do before him.




"Not at all," Raditz smiled. "Saiyans are very scent oriented. Hold on…"




The large Latcher grabbed the end of his long mane and sliced a piece of his hair off with ki, hissing and scrunching his eyes as he did so.




"That hurt like a bitch! Here," he offered the dark-grey lock to his brother, "Smell that whenever ya miss me."




Goku brought the strands of hair to his nose and sniffed; a waft of spice, humidity, and home filled his nasal cavity. 




"Thanks, 'Ditz," he smiled at the other one of his kind, the first he'd ever met, and hid the gift in his pocket.




The smooth operator winked and ruffled his sibling's hair, "Thank you for helping me understand."




They heard another string of complaints about long goodbyes from the witch, but the pair was more focused on each other.




"I really wanna kiss ya right now…" Raditz's hand brushed Kakarot's cheek as he lowered his arm.




"Next time, when we're not bein' watched," Goku promised.




Chuckling, Raditz shook his head in curious anticipation, "Ya know that ain't gonna fly if we bring our parents back."




"We'll cross that bridge when we get there-"




"SPEAKING OF BRIDGES!"




A loud voice right next to them startled the brothers.




"Yeah, yeah," Raditz emphasized his displeasure. "Gotta get going, Kakarot. Keep training hard, Baby Bro! Maybe ya'll catch up to me when I come back!" Raditz stepped back and wrapped his tail around his waist, trying to keep it from drooping down and shaking.




"Ya bet I'll do that!" Goku could feel his own tail tighten around his torso almost painfully.




"Finally!" Uranai Baba initiated the flight to the blue sky, Raditz following and never taking his eyes off Goku until he was far away and couldn't smell him anymore.




"The way you two were having eye sex with each other… God, I'm surprised you didn't start any PDA in front of everyone!" Bulma bumped her hip against her long-term friend's thigh.




"PDA?"




"Public display of affection," the incarnation of knowledge explained to the uneducated Saiyan. "Did you even notice how tense Raditz was trying to hold back?"




Goku felt his heart fall to his heels, "He was?"




"Poor guy. He really loves you," Bulma trailed off.




The young warrior was suddenly overcome with the need to say one more goodbye and shot up into the sky towards his brother before he and Uranai could pass over into Otherworld.




"RADITZ!!!"




Long hair spun in the sky above, and Raditz saw his little brother speedily flying towards him.




"Kakarot?"




Every other thought was pushed to the back of his mind, leaving only the need to hold his younger sibling one more time. He could feel his eyes sting as he shot down to meet the other halfway just as the median between the two worlds finished her incantation.




Before the brothers could reach each other, Raditz became ethereal, and his soul was whisked away to Otherworld.




"NO!" Goku yelled when he saw the two disappear, "Dammit!" 




If only he had been there a second earlier… It wasn't as if they would never see each other again; Raditz was only one small wish away.




"Shenlong…"




With new determination to get his family member back, the resolute Z-Fighter returned to the others, heading straight to Bulma.




"I need t' borrow the Dragon Radar, Bulma."




"Way ahead of you, Son!" The genius dug into her pocket and pulled out the gadget.




"Can ya keep an eye on Gohan and Chichi until I come back?" Goku asked his wealthy friend.




"You kidding! I'm coming with you! It'll be like old times," Bulma said.




"Great! I already got the Three Star and the Six Star, and Gohan has the Four Star. That leaves…"




The female stared at her dim-witted adventure buddy for a good moment, "Four, Son, that leaves four."




The other laughed and scratched his nape, "Yer the scientist! (Bulma face palmed) Hey, Gohan, com'ere!"




The five-year-old hopped off their family hover car and dashed towards his father, Chichi running after him.




"Yeah, Daddy?" He asked as his parent hunkered down.




"I need the Dragon Ball on yer hat, Son," Goku explained.




"Oh, okay!" Gohan undid the nylon string holding the ball to his cap and handed it to his father. "Where are you going, Daddy?"




"Oh, he's not going anywhere!" Chichi had reached them and angrily glared at her husband.




"I got a wish t' make!" For once in his life, Goku ignored his wife.




"To bring Uncle Raddy back?!" The small child exclaimed and bounced on his heels.




"No, no, no, no," the housewife would not allow another Saiyan entering her home, no matter how much her husband begged and promised.




"Yep!"




Goku's quick answer left Chichi flabbergasted.




The only Saiyan left on the planet stood up and looked at his friends, "See ya later, everyone!" then turned to his blue-haired companion, "I'll meet ya back here with the other two Dragon Balls, Bulma. Pack us a lotta food!" 




Goku called out for his trusty cloud.




Rolling her eyes at the alien's unmatchable appetite, the C.E.O. waved at him, "Come back before it gets dark!"




"GOKU-SA! What about us?!" Chichi shouted at her irresponsible partner. 




"Dun worry, Chi, Krillin will look after ya! We're just gonna go find the rest of the Dragon Balls t' bring my brother back, maybe my whole family!"




"Yer whole… Ya mean there'll be more Saiyans?" The young mother began swaying where she stood.




"I heard you mention my name. What is-" the monk happened to approach the smaller group just in time to catch Chichi's collapsing body.




"Thanks, buddy!" The Earth defender gave Krillin a sheepish grin and took off to his house where he had stashed two of the orange spheres before anyone could say another word.




On his way, Goku reached into his pocket to pull out the tuft of hair Raditz had given him and smelled it—he already missed him, and the sky felt too big and empty.




The young father was too distracted in his own thoughts to notice a nearby ki and eyes following his every move from a safe distance. Once he was out of earshot, those eyes settled on the small Demi Saiyan trying to wake up his mom among a group of humans.




"Now that your brother is out of the picture, I can proceed with my plan."




A mouth that contained sharp teeth stretched its lips at the prospect of indoctrinating the malleable toddler. More of Goku's kind were approaching, after all, and Piccolo would be outmatched if they formed an alliance with his number one enemy. If he could gain the loyalty of Gohan, he would have an edge over his father and uncle. 




Only time would tell. He heard his mouth speaking out of its own volition. His hands, also absentmindedly, traversed up his brother's unfairly buff biceps, over hard-fought shoulders, and down fabulous pectorals that could most likely crush a rock between them.




It was when Raditz moaned that Goku's eyes opened, and he realized he was pinching his brother's rosy nipples between his fingers. He pulled his hands away as if burnt by fire and looked at his older sibling, expecting to see scorn on his visage.




"Why'd ya stop?" The long-haired stud asked.




"Yer ok with it?"




"I ain't yer flavorless human mate. Ya can do anything ya want with me."




After hesitating for a couple of seconds, the younger Saiyan steeled himself and asked a question that was burning inside him, "Can I kiss ya?"




The spirit guest's lips curved upwards, "Ya don't need to ask me, Kay," and this affirmation was all that was needed to have his mouth attacked by the other.




While they osculated, Goku's hands turned into curious wanderers; they climbed rises, traveled across sinewy accents, inched over ridges and into chasms, and finally, reached twin peaks that jutted out of the straining chest his brother had surely endeavored to possess.  




There, his fingers tweaked, pinched, and squeezed the sensitive areas until a particular, sweet and creamy scent filled their vicinity and a warm trail of liquid trickled down his hands, one of them being brought towards his face to examine the oddity.  




"Ya can make milk too?!" Goku exclaimed when he saw the white fluid.




It caught the heavier Saiyan off guard, and then he realized that Kakarot wouldn't know about this occurrence due to not having a tail.




"We all can, and now that ya have yer tail back, ya'll produce it every day."




"I thought it was only when a baby was around…"




"Yeah, that's when we produce the most, tail or no tail, to feed the cub. I guess it's a very strong instinct while infants are around," Raditz explained.




Overtaken by avidity, the weaker warrior brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sampled the sustenance-giving essence; he hummed at the sweet flavor that had a bit of spice in it.




"Yer so hot," the older kin began, "just like 'Dock…" He ran a hand up the length of Kakarot's side up to his face, where he cupped one cheek dearly.




Goku huffed, "That's three people."




A chuckle erupted from the larger individual, followed by a swipe of his hand over locks of his dark hair, "I'm just an idiot, ain't I."




Goku's hand joined the other in combing through Raditz's thick strands, "Nah, ya just say dumb things at the wrong time."




The older brother leaned down to reward the kind words with a kiss, while the other smoothed his hands over Raditz's back to pull him in closer. His inexperienced lover couldn't get enough of his muscles that glistened with drops of sweat from his exertion, it seemed. It was as if Kakarot was trying to memorize every dip and curve in his brother's body to last him until Raditz was revived.




The girthier fighter continued peppering his sibling with kisses on his mouth, cheeks, brow, anywhere he could reach, and as he returned to make out more energetically with his younger brother, one of his fingers sneaked in Kakarot's mouth to have him suck on it while Raditz played with the other's soft lips.




It took a scant number of seconds for Goku to pull back to warn his brother of the impending conclusion that was quickly approaching.




"'Ditz…!" 




"Ready for the best feeling ever?" The coy Saiyan asked and received a nod of desperation.




Grabbing Kakarot's wrists in one hand, and bracing himself on the opposite elbow, Raditz placed his sibling's arms above Kakarot's head, and started thrusting harder with a purpose.




Goku ended up tightening his legs around the waist belonging to the beast above him as he screamed in pleasure at the constant pummeling he was receiving. The slapping every time their bodies met joined the grunts and moans of the two lovers writhing on the creaking bed. The scent of their coupling invaded their most predominant of senses, sending both Saiyans into a maelstrom of giving and taking, and finally, sexual climax.




"I'm… gonna-!" 




"Don't hold back, Baby Brother!" 




Raditz commanded, and Goku suddenly cried out as his muscles and organs seized and pulsed, and a bright explosion of hot colors occupied his vision as his brother kept pushing forward and through an opening the naïve Saiyan never knew he had deep inside. 




His older brother's shout of ecstasy barely registered in Goku's sexed-out mind. When he felt an odd swelling inside him, the young Z-Fighter arched his back off the bed as another stronger climactic wave hit him, one he'd never even dreamed was possible.




When his sibling's cervix tightened just below his cockhead, Raditz knew he was done for; he could never again have sex without remembering this moment when his baby brother's core sucked in his dick and his ring fixed him inside. 




Everything, from the sound of fabric ripping, to the sound coming out of Kakarot's mouth was forever engraved in Raditz's memory.




Not able to hold himself up any longer, the long-haired warrior let himself collapse over the younger one, mumbling only two words.




"So long~" 




Goku, still panting, shaking, and sweating, subconsciously turned his face towards Raditz before asking: "So long what?"




"It's been so long since I've knotted someone, and so long waiting for it to be you," Raditz clarified as he picked his upper half up on shaky muscles.




"So, explain this knottin' thing t' me again. How's it work?"




With a smug smirk greater than life, the older lover attempted to pull out only to tug on the muscles hidden within his little brother—Goku cried out in surprise.




"I won't be able to move from here until yer body releases me."




"How long will that take?!" A trace of panic stained the smaller Saiyan's question, to which Raditz shrugged simply.




"Depends on how much yer body wants to be bred," the warrior on trial answered vaguely as he rolled on his back, taking the weaker one with him to straddle him. 




The Earth defender hissed at the odd feeling of something pulling something inside him; he supposed he could always ask Bulma to show him the results and images of her 'experimentation' on him to get a better idea of what was going on inside him.




"I could activate yer sixth ki point, but I think we'll leave that for when ya wish me back to life." 




At the moment, neither Raditz or Goku realized this could've been a solid advantage over the green enemy the Z-Fighter was reluctant to fight against. A Saiyan's base ki would increase if this particular energy point would be unleashed by a simple yet arduous pull of their linked organs. The two brothers were simply far too smitten with each other and the electric sensations shooting up and down their bodies, including their tails.




"There ain't no way yer stayin' in Otherworld. As soon as I have the seven Dragon Balls, yer comin' back and fuckin' me again," Goku dictated, and there would be no force in the universe to convince him otherwise.




"Not even a 'hey, welcome back'?" Raditz teased.




Goku smiled and shook his head, "After we've fucked," and then laughed at the absurdity.




The other alien joined in, and soon enough, they both found themselves drifting off to the land of dreams.




-




After their first bonding experience, the two siblings hadn't been able to get enough of each other; their physical connection was like a drug, an addiction neither of them wanted to detoxify from. From cleansing their ki to revitalizing Goku's sex life, to fulfilling Raditz's life-long wish to have his brother back in his arms, to enjoying their first stormy weather together, the Saiyans had limited their activities to the most basic ones: eating, sleeping, and fucking—with the occasional small talk.




They had been so invested in their new interaction and oblivious to the world outside their love-nest that they hadn't realized almost a week had passed until a different kind of storm was headed their way…




The odd faucet squeaked as Raditz turned it to allow hot water into the sizeable tub located in the cleansing room. Steam soon condensed on the ample window and fogged up the unnecessarily oversized mirror. In the Third Class Saiyan's opinion, these luxuries were worthy of royalty; it felt out of place to be among such sumptuosity, and he was reminded of the times he'd spend with his prince in the palace back on their home planet.




Once he dipped his hand in the scalding water to test the temperature, the burly warrior returned to the main room where his brother was lying on his front on their new mattress—the previous one had been demoted to a mess of memory foam, ripped fabric, and questionable stains. 




Kakarot was mindlessly surfing the channels on the T.V. when Raditz's naked figure blocked his line of sight to the screen.




"Ya joining me, Baby Bro?"




A bright smile appeared on the younger alien's face, and he sat up, "There ain't no way I'm missin' out on the jacuzzi!"




Throwing his bulk on the soft bed next to the smaller warrior, Raditz crossed his arms under his head, wondering how much longer he had left before being sent back to Otherworld. 




"So… Ya have any idea when the old hag will come by?" He wondered. "Don't get me wrong, I'd stay here forever!"




"I ain't gotten around t' tellin' her," the Z-Fighter gave a small, awkward laugh.




Raditz mocked a horrified gasp and propped himself up on his arm to better look at his shorter counterpart, "Do ya really like having me around that much?"




"Yer the only family I got besides Gohan, and there wasn't any time limit…" Goku's tail curled back and forth on the sheets as he scratched the back of his head, triggering a memory in Raditz of his source doing the same thing whenever he felt guilty.




"Just admit it, ya don't wanna let me go," the long-haired Saiyan playfully placed his head on his kin's crossed legs, letting his hair drape over them.




The newly breached Saiyan tried covering his blush unsuccessfully, "Tub must be full by now. Let's go!" He quickly got off the bed and was just as promptly snatched up, carried over the shoulder by a mischievous Raditz, and consequently dropped into the jacuzzi, making a loud splash.




Goku resurfaced, flailing his arms, and was about to show his older brother the same treatment when a knock on the door interrupted their frolicking. 




"These humans are so weird with the privacy thing," the spirit guest mumbled and left to answer the door, putting on a robe when his sibling insisted on it.




He could smell Bulma the closer he got to the entrance and thought better about tying his robe closed—if he was lucky, maybe the human could join them in a romp.




"About time!" The scientist exclaimed as the door was opened.




Raditz smirked when the female's blue eyes went straight to his dangler, but the grin disappeared when his nose picked up on the bitter smell of anxiety coming from the petite human.




"Goku, I need to tell him something urgent!"




Hearing his name and the concerning word, the defender of the planet left the tub, put on his own robe, and met the duo at the door.




"What is it, Bulma?"




"Chichi called…" The usually carefree scientist paused.




"Spit it out," the stronger warrior furrowed his brow as Bulma's anxiety became more apparent in the air.




The multi-billionaire rubbed her face, "There isn't a nice way to put it, so I'll just say it. Gohan has been taken by the Yakuza."




Goku took a second to recover from the bomb that had been dropped and started putting clothes on.




"We're going right now," Raditz said in a no-nonsense tone and began getting dressed as well.




"I have my best people on it," Bulma let herself in, halfheartedly noticing the state of chaos the suite was in. "They'll track him down in no time."




The enraged uncle shook his head, "All I need is to pick up on these fuckers' scent."




"That's right!" Bulma snapped her fingers, "Saiyans have the sense of smell of a bloodhound!"




After ki-drying, Goku had given up on trying to hide his tail inside his gi and had simply torn a small hole on the back and started putting on his boots, "No need. I've locked in on Gohan's energy."




"I'll follow yer lead then," Raditz found his stretchy shorts and put them on. He wasn't expecting his brother, however, to suddenly swivel around and yell at him in anger.




"It's yer fault Gohan was kidnapped in the first place! Yer the one who insisted on fightin' with that kumicho when I told ya not to!" 




Raditz could smell the rage directed at him; it left him floored.




Goku shoved open the glass doors to the balcony, "FLYIN' NIMBUS!" and sped off as soon as a yellow cloud came by.




"Shit!" The remorseful warrior quickly put on his pair of boots and arm guards he'd worn when Kakarot and himself had arrived at Capsule Corp., forgoing a top entirely.




Before taking to the air after his brother, Raditz turned to Bulma and said in a defeated tone: "I need a favor from ya."




-




Flying as fast as the cloud could take him and with raw adrenaline coursing through his veins, Son Goku followed his ki sense towards his only child, who was gods knew where and living through who knew what nightmares.




He was hoping he'd have more time to collect his thoughts and get his temper under control, but his stronger brother was much too fast and caught up with him in no time. At least he could give Raditz the cold shoulder if the other tried to make nice.




"Look," Raditz began in a loud voice to carry his words over the wind, "I know I fucked up!"




"Now ain't the time!" Goku interrupted whatever platitude the other was about to deliver, "I just wanna get my son back."




"And ya will! I'm as pissed off as you are!"




The young alien was still feeling rather petty, "This is the second time he gets kidnapped! All in less than a month!"




The accusation wasn't lost on the spiritual guest; Raditz had deduced kidnapping meant abducting, and it seemed his brother was still hanging onto the time when the Saiyan invader had sequestered his own family member.




"First time don't count!" The taller warrior felt a tick in his neck and tried to repress it. His next of kin didn't argue with him, but he also didn't agree with him. Raditz could feel Kakarot's indifference towards him and continued flying next to his younger brother in silence.




The sun was blazing directly over them by the time they arrived at a heavily guarded, tall building; the two siblings had spent the better half of the morning traveling through the cloudless sky; however, one could see a faraway storm rolling in, bringing with it thunder and lightning.




Their shadows met with their feet on the paved driveway at the front yard of the extensive compound, and Goku's golden transport whisked itself away as soon as its services were no longer needed.




"Coil yer tail around yer waist," was all Raditz said as his own tail wrapped securely around his midriff. Kakarot was still learning tail language and how to protect it; it wouldn't do to have both of them at the mercy of these criminals if they happened to grab their tails.




"Where's my son?!" Goku shouted at the guards as they began crowding them. 




"Tell us or die where ya stand," Raditz added with a warning tone, and the soldiers laughed at the intruders being aimed at with several guns.




"The Hell are yous to be talkin' to us in such manner?!" One of the guards asked in a condescending way.




The cold-blooded violence, staple of the Saiyan race, came back to the surface as Raditz stretched out his arm, pointing two fingers at the one who spoke.




"Two very pissed-off Saiyans."




A beam of pure, scorching energy shot out of the warrior's digits and pierced through the haughty guard's chest, leaving a sizzling, partly cauterized hole where his heart would be. The human fell to the ground before he even realized what had happened.




"Raditz!" Goku spun around and lowered his brother's arm, "Ya can't go killin' people!"




"I ain't fucking around, ya shitstains!" The rage in the alien's voice made the guards take a step back. "Ya either tell us where the brat is or you all die!"




"FIRE!" The sentry in charge shouted, and all the others began shooting at the intruders with their machine guns.




The bullets barely hurt the powerful warriors and were mostly ignored by both. Goku was more worried about Raditz's bloodlust than the tiny pricks he felt on his skin, and when he saw his taller sibling prepare to blast the guards again, the righteous warrior quickly knocked all the humans unconscious with a strong gust of air, forced outwards by increasing his temperature to outlandish degrees and power level in an instant.




"There! They won't be botherin' us no more!" He turned an accusing look at his companion.




"PAH!" Raditz wouldn't feel satisfied until he destroyed everyone involved in his second circle cub's sequestering.




In the blink of an eye, the heavy Saiyan used his weight to step on the guards' skulls, one by one, until all of them were no longer living.




"RADITZ!!!"




The savage warrior pivoted around to face his kind-hearted sibling, "Mark my words, Little Brother; Gohan and ourselves will be the only ones coming out of this alive," he growled viciously.




"Ya'll go back t' Hell if ya do that!" The desperation and concern were palpable in the Earth defender's voice and eyes.




"As if I ever gave a fuck about that!" Raditz snarled at the naïve Saiyan and marched towards the front entrance of the building, vaguely hearing his brother's footfalls behind him. As they entered, soldiers began discharging their guns at them.




"Let's talk about this!" Goku grabbed his brother's wrist, barely able to meet his thumb with his pointer finger.




"There ain't nothing to talk about! I fucked up, so I have to redeem myself!" 




The onslaught of bullets was ignored, not even the clicking of metal against porcelain as the waterfall of projectiles rained down was given attention to. Raditz's focus was on the last living member of his circle and the astringent scent being emitted by him. 




"Yer already redeemed! Ow!" A bullet hit the shorter fighter's cheek.




Turning around to face the other, Raditz grabbed Goku's hands, "Not where it matters! The only thing that's important right now is getting yer cub back! I don't give a fuck if I spend eons in Hell!"




On the opposite side of the brothers' heated exchange, the guards stopped firing, finally, as they concluded that no number of bullets was going to cause a dent in the intruders; it was time for something bigger. One of the armed humans entered a code on a wall panel, and a hatch opened, revealing a type of rocket launcher they had saved for dire occasions such as this one.




"I care!" Goku tightened his hands around his brother's larger ones, "I dun know much about what Hell is like, but it ain't pleasant!"




"Psh! Ya'll wish me back later anyways. And who knows, I might find the rest of our circle there!" The long-haired alien smirked in a way that should convince Kakarot to step back and let him do the dirty work Saiyans were known for taking care of.




Goku, however, was still hesitant. 




"Killin' is wrong, no matter the consequences."




"That's yer human side, Kakarot. Yer a Saiyan! I'm a Saiyan! Let me handle this the way our people handle it," Raditz insisted as he neared his brother's hands to his warm, naked chest.




"FIRE!" One of the sentries announced when the bazooka was ready.




A tank-destroying missile was shot directly towards the trespassers but was promptly caught by one of them midair—Raditz never tore his eyes away from the innocent, onyx orbs his younger brother donned; his hand simply snapped out and grabbed the ammunition that would interrupt their staring contest.




The guards were in an utter state of disbelief and nerves, one of them reaching for the panic button to call for their reinforcement suited for such unexpected contingencies.  




"They're bad people anyways. Yer always gonna be at risk unless we cut the tree from the roots," the stronger warrior used his last bargaining chip.




It made his shorter counterpart frown and close his eyes, already knowing the final decision they would take but not yet ready to accept it.




"I can't stop ya," Goku settled on saying, "I'mma go get Gohan."




The younger Saiyan took his hands back and turned around, not able to face the bloodthirst in his brother's eyes or prevent the massacre that would ensue from his vindictive hands. Before he could take a second step away, his arm was snatched, and the contrite Z-Fighter was pulled against his sibling's lips.




The moment Raditz bent down to kiss Kakarot, his hand crushed the torpedo he was holding, and the sparks resulting from their mouths meeting lined up with the explosion that surrounded them, consuming any other living thing within the area.




The fiery passion they felt whenever their skin would touch matched the flames enveloping them. The heat sensed wherever their hands would caress was either from the high temperatures from their surroundings or their sweltering flesh. The flames dancing inside their bodies mimicked the ones burning the charred corpses littering the same floor they stood on. 




After they parted, the smoke began to thin out, and the two warriors were able to see the red and orange reflection of the fire in their eyes. Goku saw adoration while Raditz saw conflict.




"Yer doing the humans a favor by getting rid of these scumbags."




The shorter alien looked away and lifted his hand, "Dun talk about it anymore. I sense Gohan's ki above us. I'll go get him… You do whatever ya think is best."




A grin worthy of a madman stretched Raditz's lips, and with a kiss to his brother's forehead, he took off with too much enthusiasm to initiate the bloodbath.




Goku redirected his thoughts to rescuing his son and not towards his own family going on a killing spree. Looking up at the ceiling in the direction Gohan's life force was located, the Z-Fighter crouched down and sprung up with enough force to smash through many floors until he reached what seemed like the topmost level.




Planting his boots firmly on the carpeted floor next to the hole he had left in it, the young warrior watched with a morbid sense of satisfaction as a sharply dressed man dropped his cigar and screamed as he dove under his desk. This must be the Yakuza boss, Goku thought.




"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! SHOOT HIM!"




Another man, girthy and tall, ordered the sentries who had been startled out their wits to see a man pop out of their boss' imported silk carpeting. The shower of bullets began once more, and Goku had had enough of the ear-piercing noise these guns made. 




With accurate aim, the inhumanly strong alien punched the air in quick successions as he pivoted, knocking out everyone except the head honcho who had used his office furniture as a shield.




"Shit!" The Japanese Mafia boss began frantically pressing the panic button on the underside of his wooden desk, a desk that was unexpectedly lifted off the floor and tossed aside as if it were a mere bar stool.




"Where is my son!" The intruder asked in a voice that garnered no nonsense.




"P-please don't hurt me! Your s-son is in there!"




Goku followed with his eyes the direction the man was pointing at. With a few resounding thumps, the Saiyan trudged towards the adjacent room's door and tore it off its hinges. He didn't know what he was expecting, but seeing his small child passed out inside a cage like some sort of animal wasn't on the list.




Turning to the man behind the kidnapping, the defender of the planet menacingly growled as he marched back and picked up the middle-aged human by his expensive-looking jacket.




"What have ya done t' him?!"




"He's j-just sedated," the man whimpered, "he was a bit much to handle otherwise, eheheh…"




The defenseless man shook when he saw the trespasser's brow furrow into a more threatening glare, a glare that promised nothing but pain and a slow death.




"What… What are you going to do with me?" The Yakuza boss' voice came out a few pitches higher than usual.




Goku sighed and put the rather stubby human down, "I ain't gonna do nothin'. My brother, on the other hand…"




-




SWACK!




The last image of the unscrupulous Yakuza combatant before everything turned dark was that of a hand covered in red sticking out of his chest. 




The man, murderer and criminal, fell to the floor as the arm in his torso pulled out, lifeless and unmoving. His vile sins had not been repaid after such a swift death—not that his assassin would know or care.




Raditz was much too absorbed in his state of battle lust to be preoccupied by such trifle details such as a man not atoning for his misdeeds.




Covered in blood from head to toe, with a fanged smile and ruby-red, glowing eyes, the Saiyan had been wiping out every single member of the corrupt organization, bystanders and active participants alike, as he ascended towards the penthouse where his brother and second-circle cub would be.




Humans were not so different from his violent kind, the alien decided; they would not stop attacking even though they knew their lives would end at the hands of an individual extraordinarily much stronger than they were.




All the more to have fun with, the beastly warrior thought to himself, and that was one of the last conscious thoughts to pass through the front of his mind as his spirit soared with each soldier he put to rest.




The last of the guards on that particular story slumped down, his upper body hitting the floor a fraction of a second later, after the detached bottom half landed on the stained marble tiles.




Raditz licked a long stripe across his arm, lapping at the life essence of his enemies that were no more, when he heard a pathetic whimpering coming from the hallway behind him. He set off to end whoever was suffering from his previous attack and turned around the bend. 




It was then that he saw a female human, as they were on this planet, struggling to stand up, horrified with the gruesome scenery, and holding her side that had a long piece of glass embedded in it.




When she saw the bringer of destruction nearing her, the murderer of her comrades, friends, and bosses, she felt her body tense, a sense of fight or flight overcame her; unfortunately, she was in no position to do either.




"Spare m-me," she tried appealing to the infiltrator's better nature.




"Saiyans ain't known for their mercy," uncaring and indifferent, Raditz raised his hand and fired a ki blast, obliterating the last life on that floor. 




He stood back, after the deed was done, and observed the carnage left behind; the scent, the stained walls, and the taste as he licked his lips brought back memories from a past not too distant.




Fast-approaching footsteps alerted the Saiyan of more pre-victims arriving. This group was different from the other guards and personnel Raditz had disposed of; they wore odd clothing and held specialized weapons instead of guns.




With a shout of bravery, one of the weapon wielders charged at the trespasser, only to have his voice silenced when a devastatingly strong hand grabbed his throat and crushed it, killing the swordmaster instantly.




The other teammates were left speechless as they saw their leader bonelessly fall to the bloodied floor in no less than a handful of seconds. The monster they were sent to deal with was a force they were unprepared to fight against.




"Forget this! I'm not paid enough to be a hero!" One of the enforcers exclaimed and took off the way they came from. 




By the time he was at the bottom of the stairs, he heard his comrades' blood-curdling screams followed by visceral noises and silence. Horrified at this unfamiliar situation, the fighter dashed into the nearest room—a utility closet—and held his breath as heavy footsteps neared him. His heart beat faster with every squelchy sound of wet footwear trudging through remains and scarlet puddles.




It was fortunate that the steps passed right in front of the small door and continued down the hall until they became imperceptible. A sigh left the coward, but it quickly transformed into a horrified gasp as the door was suddenly ripped out of the wall and tossed away as one would a crumpled piece of paper. The monster with red-glowing eyes was revealed.




A pathetic scream, not fit for a warrior of his caliber, scratched his throat, and words begging the creature to make it quick and painless felt like hot tar in his mouth.




The savage beast smiled, showing off a set of sharp fangs, and a clawed finger traced the stick of one of the brooms in the closet.




"The thing about my species is… When we're enjoying a rage orgasm, we can get very creative~" 




The words came out as a soft hum, but the eyes of the monster were nothing but hard, and in any other situation, the swordsman would've noticed they weren't the only hard thing belonging to this foe.




More sentries from the higher stories came down in a rush to either witness their specialized forces take down the enemy or give them a hand in stopping the bloodshed from advancing to the last floor of the building. 




The elevator door opened just as a sound of agony died down. All they could see was defeat painted everywhere they looked at, and when they least expected it, pain flashed throughout their bodies as they became part of the slaughter.




-




Goku smelled the stringent scent of death before the metal doors were kicked down and in came Raditz. The pure-hearted Saiyan didn't look back to see his brother covered in blood and remains; he looked back because Raditz's entire aura felt different.




There he was, standing with only his tight shorts, boots, and arm guards along with the crimson bands camouflaged among all the fear-inducing color. But what caught Goku's attention the most were his glowing, red eyes.




The Z-Fighter, defender of good, should've felt disgusted, but something about the other's smell had changed; it was as if he had become both violence and sex incarnate. There was no justifiable explanation for his heart beating faster and his body heating up under his older sibling's lust-filled eyes.




"Good god!" 




The voice of a scared man that had smoked too many cigars in his lifetime grabbed Goku's attention.




"H-how?! I sent hundreds of my best men, including my special forces team!" The Mafia boss exclaimed.




"And they all screamed so wonderfully~"




The shorter alien heard his brother reply in a voice that made his hair stand on end and looked away when Raditz walked up to the man who had dared mess with his family. The indescribable sound of bone crushing mixed with gurgling and screaming would haunt him forever.




He turned around when he felt the air around him get significantly warmer and was met with a hardened and bloodied chest.




"L-let's get Gohan and get outta here-"




"Not before I fuck yer brains out~"




Goku tensed and stood up straight, "Here?! Now?!"




He walked backwards until he hit a bookshelf, and his brother pinned him against it, knocking some items over. Raditz tried connecting their mouths, but Goku refused to get blood in or on him.




Pushing the burlier Saiyan away, Goku wiped his mouth where his brother had tried kissing him, "Not like this!"




A wicked laugh made the taller warrior's upper body shake in mirth, "I'm a lot stronger than you, Baby Bro. Yer in no position to order me around~"




The fur on Goku's tail puffed out and his eyes widened a fraction, "Go clean yerself before Gohan wakes up and sees his uncle like this. We'll take him home and then go back t' our room at Bulma's place-"




"I SAID NOT BEFORE I FUCK YA!" With his mind gone, only Raditz's base instincts remained, and the battle lust he was feeling made him unconcerned about propriety. 




Goku got in a defensive stance, ready to throw his brother off if he tried anything; however, he would try to reason with him first. Yet, he couldn't even say his peace when Raditz pinned him against the shelf again and pressed his aroused body flush against his.




"Daddyyy! Uncle Radiiitz!"




Gohan had come out of his sedated state and was now crying. The upside was that the sound of a cub in distress made Raditz back up, close his eyes shut, and grab his head. When he opened his eyes again, they were the soft dark grey they had always been.




The stronger warrior sniffed the air, making out his circle's scents of anxiety among the heavy metallic odor in the room.




"Are ya okay, Baby Bro?!" His hand reached out to touch Kakarot's face, but the other Saiyan flinched and sidestepped around him.




"Go wash yerself. I dun want my son seein' ya covered in blood."




Raditz made a face at the odd warrior and scratched his head, wondering why Kakarot was so against blood. Regardless, he looked for a cleansing room and found one not far away; being more familiar with bathroom fixtures, he was able to turn on a hot spray and remove his clothing articles to rinse them out separately. Remnants of the heinous acts he had just committed washed down the drain along with tainted water.




He came out several minutes later, having dressed again and ki-dried, but when he returned to the office section of the penthouse, he found his brother and nephew were no longer there and the dark clouds had reached the building, bringing with them bleakness, booming, and bolts. There was also a broken window inside a small room where their scent was more pronounced. 




He found it strange, then again, his sibling was more human than Saiyan—for the time being. He was yet to completely understand what went through these creatures' heads.




Following his younger brother's lead, Raditz jumped out the window and let his sense of smell guide him towards Kakarot's unique scent.




-




Goku arrived at his house on Mount Paozu with Gohan in his arms; the poor thing was still shaken up and gripping tightly onto his gi, as if at any moment he would be snatched away again.




He landed on the front yard, noticing security guards positioned all around the place—Bulma's doing; he was certain. The myriad of different scents was almost overwhelming, and he remembered his brother saying something about his senses getting more attuned after having his tail back.




The contrite warrior suddenly froze in place when he noticed a smell he didn't want to pick up any time soon. Uranai Baba was here. Cussing under his breath, Goku made sure his tail was well hidden inside his gi before entering the house.




He could make out stress and salty water coming from the living room, as well as expensive perfume that was too strong for his sensitive nose and some herbal, earthy smell most likely belonging to the fortune teller. 




Chichi looked up when she heard movement nearby, irritated and watery eyes met her husband's calm and cool ones before falling on the small bundle in his arms.




"GOHAN!" Chichi violently stood up from the couch and ran to them, knocking Baba off her crystal ball in the process. Goku let her pick up their first born and watched with a broken heart as Gohan immediately clung to her and started crying again.




As the mother and child reunited, Goku walked up to where Bulma was helping the small witch back onto the floating sphere.




"Heeey, Baba. Whaddya doin' here?" He guiltily scratched the back of his head.




"I came to collect your brother's soul, what does it look like?" The old woman snapped back as she dusted down her robes.




"Raditz? Um, he ain't done yet with the… tasks."




"Goku, you're a terrible liar, and you know it!" Uranai snipped. "Besides, Bulma was asked by your brother to tell me he's ready to be taken back."




"He said that?" The young warrior looked accusingly at his childhood, female friend. Bulma busied herself with tea.




"About time that behemoth left! He's caused nothing but trouble since he stepped foot in my house!"




"CHICHI, NOT NOW!"




The women in the house as well as the toddler and the dyad were struck and open-mouthed by the anger in Goku's voice.




"Sorry… Gohan needs a bath. Can ya go do that, Chi?" The Z-Fighter fixed his tune.




"Now see here!" The enraged housewife began, but Bulma was quick to set her teacup on the coffee table and dash to her friend's wife and kid, ushering the reunited child and mother to the cleansing room before Chichi could throw another one of her tantrums.




"I'll help you out," the scientist made casual conversation, "then we can all go back to my place and enjoy some quiet time-"




"Wait… Wasn't Goku supposed to be sick?"




The individual in question gulped inconspicuously as he heard his wife from the kitchen. He prayed to the gods that Bulma would find a way around their lie.




"I see your brother has been a bad influence on you," Uranai Baba floated up to Goku.




"Huh? Oh, my brother! I need t' tell him we're home!" The young and kind-hearted warrior dashed out the front door with the witch behind him and shot into the air at high speed.




"Goku wait!" The fortune teller yelled behind him, but the Saiyan was a speck in the sky now.




"Ooo, rats! That impulsive lout! This is what I get for doing him favors. I'm not even getting paid!"




-




A lone streak in the sky cutting through the dissipating clouds shot towards the horizon where the tall mountains inhabited. The sun was setting to his left, and the cosmos was becoming darker to his right. Stars slowly began freckling the firmament, adding an aura of mystery and glamor above him. 




The Saiyan increased his energy output if only to reunite quicker with the only one of his kin left. It was a blessing that his eye caught movement out of its corner; Kakarot's figure was spearing through the clouds not too far away.




"KAKAROT!" Raditz shouted out loud.




The young warrior came to a stop when he picked up on the call and looked around him, spotting Raditz at a short distance. He took off towards the other, and the stronger warrior accelerated in the direction of his little brother.




Halfway above the thick forest that canopied over streams and mossy floor the two siblings met, the taller one jumping into a spontaneous hug and the weaker one pushing him away.




"Why did ya tell Bulma to contact Uranai Baba?!" Goku was a hair from shouting at his taller family member.




"Whaddya mean? I finished the tests, and I'm ready to go."




"I ain't ready…" The Earth-raised Saiyan spurt out abruptly.




A pained expression crossed the older Saiyan's features as he saw the affliction in Kakarot's façade, and he lowered them both to the ground among the trees.




"I thought ya didn't want me here anymore, cuz I got Gohan in trouble," Raditz confessed.




"I was angry at ya, but that didna mean I wanted ya t' leave so suddenly!" 




"I wasn't supposed to be here forever, Little Brother. Only till I'd redeem myself."




Goku's frown deepened, "But ya undid everything ya worked for! Yer gonna go t' Hell for sure!"




The long-haired alien pulled the other close to him and wrapped his strong arms around the slimmer individual, "Like I said, I don't care where I go. I'm just happy I got to spend time with ya."




Pouting, the Z-Fighter lowered his gaze, wishing he were as indifferent as Raditz was to spending eternity among the damned. Hell, after all, acted differently than the physical world's time frames—who knew how long a few days would amount to in the Land of the Wretched.




"Hey. We spent time together, and that's all I ever wanted. I'll come back soon, and we'll form our own circle," the spiritual guest tried reassuring his younger family member, but Kakarot just managed a small smile.




"Chichi ain't gonna like that," his brother started, "and I dun really care."




At those words of self-liberation, Raditz felt a surge of brotherly pride overtake him, and he pulled the shorter Saiyan in to press their lips together as he floated them down to the soft forest floor.




There, among the brush and greenery, the two brothers engaged in a make-out session, hands tearing at their clothing obstacles and touching heated skin wherever they traveled.




That night, they bonded under the stars.




-




As the sun rose to bathe the land in its splendor, the two Saiyans woke up to the sound of critters among them and headed back to the younger one's abode after cleaning off the remnants of their passion in a nearby stream.




As they arrived at the Son house, Goku noticed a small bit of paper taped to the door informing them his family and friends had all gone to Capsule Corp.. The slighter alien convinced his brother to shower and change clothing—much to the foreigner's chagrin—before heading over to meet with their clique. 




With assistance, Goku was able to hide his tail inside his gi, shivering as his brother's fingers combed through the appendage's soft fur. 




"Ya like that, dontcha?"




It was more a statement than a question, Goku realized, and he was quick to get the object in question out of temptation's way, tucking it inside his loose, orange pants.




Raditz didn't question it, but he did chuckle arrogantly. When it was time to depart, he followed his little brother towards Bulma's residence, and as they reached the premises, the bulkier alien noticed everyone had visited, including the small hag floating atop the odd-looking sphere.




Kakarot wasn't pleased, Raditz noticed—if his sudden acrid scent was anything to go by—and it got worse when his baby brother's Earth mate came up to the shorter Saiyan and slapped him across the face.




"Yer son was just kidnapped, and all ya can think of is sparring with yer no-good excuse for a brother?!"




It was instantaneous; as soon as Raditz heard the thwack, his blood began to boil. Chichi's following statement furthered his ire, and a growl vibrated within the tall warrior's chest. The violent being took a step towards the raven-haired human with murderous intent in his eyes, but a hand on his beefy chest stopped him before he could give the second step.




"Insult my brother again and I ain't holdin' him back."




Goku realized what he had just replied to his wife a second too late. His friends, his former sensei, the people that fought alongside him, they all looked at him with a shocked expression on their faces. The Earth defender couldn't blame them; even he was startled by his own aggressive behavior. Everyone was except Raditz—he was looking rather smug.




"Chichi… I'm sorry. It's a bad time for me," Goku tried apologizing to the stunned and speechless mother.




"I should say," the fortune teller interjected. "It's time to go back, Raditz, before more of your charming personality pours into our beloved Goku."




"Charming?" Krillin teased and received the middle finger from the taller alien.




"Can we eat first?" The rhetorical question was accompanied by a pat on Goku's belly, "I'm starvin'!"




"I'm a very busy woman, Goku, I don't have time for dilly-dallying," Uranai Baba replied.




"Yeah, too busy looking through her crystal ball all day to spy on others," her brother, Master Roshi, outed the soothsayer. 




"YOU HUSH!"




"Such a crusty, dry soul," the Turtle Master continued, "there's no way she's letting your brother stay any longer. Mhm, not even for our friends and family get-together to celebrate Gohan's wellbeing. It's almost as if Raditz weren't his uncle-"




"ALRIGHT, FINE! He can stay until after the get-together," the old witch acquiesced.




The younger alien felt such a wave of relief wash over him that he almost jump-hugged his brother in front of everyone—that would've raised a few eyebrows. Instead, he played off his excitement as being eager to finally quench his vast appetite.




"That's great! I can't wait t' eat."




Raditz scoffed and smirked at Kakarot, knowing full well that his next of kin was happy to spend more time with him. Saiyan noses were sometimes a curse and other times a blessing.




Slinging an arm around his shorter sibling, the tallest member of the group turned his gaze at Bulma, "So, where's the food at? I wouldn't mind stuffing myself with yer Earth eats, although I wouldn't mind doing the stuffing as well~"




He gave the blue-haired scientist a lecherous look and winked, but his tail playfully tapped his brother's behind unbeknownst to the participants gathered around.




"Eh?! Ah…" Bulma chuckled shyly; the blatant flirt caught her off guard, and the image of their hunky spirit-guest's inhumanly large dick flashed in her mind, "the food is this way."




Leading their tight-knit group, the multi-billionaire went inside her residence and directed everyone to the dining room where a banquet of all sorts of luxurious foods was displayed. As per the norm, she had spared no expense to celebrate the safe return of their youngest member, Gohan.




Being the dominant one of the two brothers, Raditz picked a chair, expecting the other Saiyan to sit beside him, as it so happened. What he didn't expect was his sibling's wife to sit on Kakarot's other side and glare at the long-haired warrior as if challenging him for the Z-Fighter's attention.




Chichi had noticed how much her husband had been neglecting her and had his focus on the home wrecking Saiyan. The competitive woman would prove to her uninvited guest that Goku held her in a higher position than Raditz.




Said home wrecking Saiyan could smell the salty, bitter, and spicy scent of rivalry the female was emitting, and he was instantly in—Let the challenge begin! He cracked his knuckles none too subtly and responded to Chichi's glare with a look that said 'Woman, you are way over your head'.




His tail would make sure Kakarot's attention stayed on him, and low and behold, as soon as the furry extremity started slithering up his brother's leg, the weaker Saiyan bit off a chunk of his spoon.




"Oops! Hehe… Dun know my own strength!" 




"I bet you've been training hard with Raditz, huh?" Krillin noted.




"Very hard~" Raditz growled out smoothly, making Bulma spray her soup out and try not to laugh. "I've been working him dry!"




His tail dipped between the Earth-Saiyan's legs and continued climbing. 




Goku nervously looked at Chichi to make sure she was none the wiser; so far, so good.




"What he means, Krillin, is that he's been pushin' me past my LIMITS!" Goku swatted his brother's tail away.




"Ya should see how much I make him sweat during our training," Raditz added with an innocent grin.




Bulma couldn't contain herself, "And pray tell, what does your -ahem- training involve?"




The taller alien smirked at the female's playfulness, "For starters, there ain't no ki; it's a~ll muscle work. We start with light grappling, then it's hand-to-hand combat, followed by low-sets and stretching."




"Stretching in the middle of heavy exercising?" Tien asked with an eyebrow askew.




"It's to keep the body limber and stop yer heart rate from going too high up," Raditz explained as his tail tip went back to tormenting his brother's nether regions.




"I bet you do lunges at some point," the genius human's blue eyes sparkled at the salacious imagery.




"I do the lunges; my baby brother does invert scrunches." At the humans' look of confusion, the strongest fighter seated at the table added, "He lies on his back and lifts his legs back and forth."




Goku turned a deep shade of red as his shaft began stretching his pants.




"Are you feeling well, Goku?" 




Puar's chirpy voice cut through images in the young Saiyan's mind of Raditz lunging forward while he was on his back, taking it like a bitch in heat.




"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?!" Goku did not mean to reply so loudly.




"You seem flustered," Tien also noticed how feverish his one-time rival seemed.




Beads of sweat appeared on the Earth defender's brow. "Oh! The food's spicy, is all. Eheh…"




"Yer eating miso soup and sweet pork dumplings, Goku-sa. How are those spicy?!" Chichi made the observation. 




A deep and rich chuckle came from Goku's older sibling, and the peeved brother uncoiled his tail to give Raditz the same treatment he was receiving.




The moment Kakarot's tail slipped under his balls, the larger Saiyan warrior made a choked sound and spilled lemonade all over himself as his hand swept under the table to shoo the intrusive tail away.




"Shit! I think a bug bit me!" Raditz was quick to cover up his slip-up. Oh, he would have his revenge. Remembering how much his youngest circle member loved having his upper bits caressed and played with, the lemon-drenched alien grabbed a cloth napkin to pat himself down while sticking his tail up Kakarot's shirt at the same time.




Suffice to say Goku's smirk disappeared as a soft tail brushed over his nipples. He snatched a big bowl of udon and placed it in front of himself to hide whatever movement was going on inside his shirt.




"Control yerself!" Chichi admonished her husband for grabbing the entire bowl for himself, "Leave some for the rest of us!"




"I'm hungwy!" Goku replied with a full mouth.




"It's okay, Chichi. There's a lot more where that came from!" The C.E.O. reassured all the sad faces at the table. "Goku, why don't you show Raditz where I keep extra sets of guest clothes for him to change into. That lemonade was ice cold."




Goku blessed his childhood friend's sharp mind; Bulma must've noticed the two brothers were up to something.




"Great idea, Bulma!" With no time wasted, the young Saiyan re-wrapped his tail around his waist, grabbed his brother's wrist, and hauled him out the dining area.




"I thought you were hungry," Krillin turned around to see his friend and Raditz's retreating backs.




"I changed my mind~!" Goku called out just before disappearing behind the archway—incidentally, making Raditz bump his head against the frame in their sudden haste.




The monk returned his focus to the group, "Am I the only one that has noticed how weird Goku is acting?"




Bulma immediately cut in before any speculations could be formulated, "It's most likely because Raditz will be leaving soon, and he'll have nobody strong to spar with."




"Gee, thanks…" Yamcha huffed, to which almost everyone at the table laughed.




-




Leading the way down hallways and round corners, Goku ventured further and further inside the complex until he could sense nobody's ki nearby.




"Ya don't fucking know where yer going, do ya," Raditz felt truly lost in this human-designed building. Not even the palace on Vegetasei was this easy to get lost in.




Without warning, the brawny warrior was pushed into a room that had a big table surrounded by chairs and a white board on one of the walls. It appeared to be a meeting room; Raditz found it quite odd that there was no lingering smell of sex whatsoever. Meetings on his home planet would oftentimes end in sex, more so than in battle.




A click coming from the door alerted the spiritual guest that Kakarot had most likely locked it.




"Little Bro, what are ya-MMM!"




Surprise, although pleasant, overtook Raditz as his smaller sibling attacked his lips. It lasted an instant, and in that time, the older Saiyan's brain and dick kick-started, and he kissed back.




"Sit down," Goku, in a rare show of dominance, commanded the other and shoved his older sibling down on a roller chair.




Raditz braced himself on it, furrowing his facial muscles as he expected the thing to break like so many other unprepared victims of his tremendous weight. It was to his fortune that these chairs were a lot sturdier than the ones at his brother's forge.




"What's all this… a-about?" He stuttered, watching Kakarot kneel down in front of him and start undoing the front of his pants.




"Baby Bro?" Raditz tried again but received no response other than being exposed to the cool air followed by his brother's hot breath.




His shaft twitched and throbbed before Kakarot had even touched it, and when he did, Raditz let out a rather exuberant moan and felt himself tipping over at a dangerous rate. In all their time together after the breaching, Raditz would be the one giving his sibling oral pleasure; this was the first time the inexperienced Saiyan would be returning the favor.




"OHHH, GODS~!" 




On the other end, Goku felt an unexpected surge of a warm, sweet-tasting, creamy fluid fill his mouth. He pulled off his brother's glans and confirmed that Raditz had, in fact, ejaculated within seconds.




"Ya came that fast?!" He asked in a surprised tone.




A growled hum came out of the larger warrior's chest as he watched small jets of cum shoot out his pulsing organ and fall everywhere, including his sibling's cheek.




"Suck on me more~" Raditz purred, and holding his girthy shaft, pulled the other's head towards the tip of his cock. It took some pressing against his younger sibling's lips for Kakarot to open his cum-stained mouth and continue swallowing his stronger kin's seed.




With a satisfied look on his face and a sound of approval, the former invader dared press in a little further until he was spurting directly down Kakarot's throat and feeling its muscles clench and move around his cockhead. The smaller alien wasn't even down one third of the way, but having those lips stretched around his shaft and his little brother trying his best to not spill his load created a memory Raditz wouldn't soon forget.




There was one problem, however; Kakarot's lips weren't against his. It was a hard decision, but kissing his relative won over receiving sexual pleasure, and the taller Saiyan pulled his brother up until their mouths met again.




It was a rather awkward angle, the shorter Saiyan bending down to kiss the taller one sitting on a chair that kept trying to roll away. In the end, Raditz stood up, picked Kakarot, and sat him on the table; it provided the perfect height for their mouths to cavort with each other and their groins to bump and grind.




Too many clothes were in the way, sadly, and it was with great effort that the long-haired Latcher pulled away long enough to yank his brother's pants off and align his love stick with Kakarot's sopping canal. He waited a handful of seconds to add his own white lubrication before sliding in almost too easily.




"It's like yer sucking me in!" Raditz panted, "Yer cunt was made for my cock~"




With a smirk, Goku wrapped his legs around his older brother's waist and pulled him in closer, stretching his passage in every direction to fit in the engorged member.




"I'm sure any cock would fit in here just fine."




Raditz bared his fangs at Kakarot's snarky comeback and tightened a hand around his pale neck, "Only my dick is allowed entry. Ya ain't spreading yer legs for nobody else!"




"Then ya better fuck me good t' last me until I get ya back…" Goku breathed heavily through his constricted windpipe as he coiled his tail on his sibling's girthy thigh.




Raditz gave him more than a good fuck. Suffice to say, the table couldn't withstand the powerful thrusts of the larger Saiyan nor the answering grinding from the smaller one, and it collapsed to the blue-grey carpeted floor.




The added tumbling only served to prolong Raditz's previous climax, and when his little brother locked around him, another stronger orgasm was pulled out from the Earth visitor. Frankly, Goku wondered if the floor underneath them would give out from the backbreaking pounding he was receiving—a part of him wished it would.




The structure of the building proved to be sturdy enough to endure several minutes of violent lovemaking while both aliens enjoyed their peak ecstasy. When their orgasmic waves began settling, Raditz let his sweaty brow drop on Goku's shoulder and held the other close while trying to catch his breath.




The younger warrior picked up mumbling coming from his brother and turned his face to nuzzle Raditz's cheek, "Whaddya say?"




"I said I'mma miss ya." 




Raditz lifted his head to look at his beloved brother directly, and Goku could see the pain under the other's protective layer. Some things simply couldn't be hidden very well.




Removing his tail from his brother's leg, Goku searched for the matching appendage and tangled them together, "I'll wish ya back as soon as I can."




"Ya better."




With an unspoken, fierce promise, the Z-Fighter lunged forward to kiss the former villain's lips. His arms gripped Raditz's head from behind to keep him from leaving; unfortunately, it would be unpreventable, and soon, the brothers would have to say goodbye.




Raditz turned themselves around to have Kakarot straddle him, not breaking apart once and both shivering when their linked organs tugged on each other. He felt the other pull on him tentatively and heard him moan when he was unable to release his swollen glans.




"Ya like doing that, dontcha?"




"It feels nice," Goku lifted his hips again, putting more pressure on his brother's cockhead, "Dun it feel nice for ya?"




Raditz kissed him softly, "Anything ya do to me feels nice."




"And all the stuff we end up destroying?" The young Saiyan looked around at the mess they had made of the table. "Maybe I'll wish for stronger furniture first."




"No, time. Ya need to wish me back as soon as possible." 




Where Goku thought that statement was because his sibling didn't want to be apart longer than necessary, Raditz thought about his teammates, Vegeta and Nappa, who were surely on their way to Earth.




"Of course, 'Ditz!" Came the cheerful reply from the sunny warrior.




The older individual smiled and closed his eyes, letting his head rest contently against the table's flat surface and his hair.




"Yer scent changes when I call ya that. Why?"




"It makes me happy," Raditz shrugged. "Names are important to Saiyans, so giving me a customized version of my name tells me I mean a lot to ya on a personal level. Also, our circle would call me that sometimes. Especially Gine."




"My source?" Goku asked to make sure.




After a small nod, the visiting spirit sighed, "I wish ya coulda met them, spent more time with them. They'd already lost a cub, but to lose another one… It devastated them."




"We had another brother?"




"Yeah. Older brother," the larger Saiyan remembered how fondly his parents would talk about their first born.




"Maybe we can wish all of them back! If Kami gets stronger," Goku tried lightening up the mood.




Raditz didn't know what his sibling was talking about, but the prospect of having his entire circle back excited him.




"Yer gonna love them! I'm betting my left nut that ya'll get along very well with Gine," the gambler exclaimed.




"And our carrier?" The ignorant and naïve alien asked. His hopes were crushed when Raditz made a face.




"Don't expect him to be open about his emotions. He'll be thrilled, but he ain't gonna show it."




"How about yer source?" The questions kept coming.




"Toma will love ya and will be very obvious about it. But if he sees Gohan, he'll be more focused on him," Raditz brightened up when talking about his sperm donor.




"Right," Goku chuckled, "he'll be focused on the kids." Then he sobered up, "They ain't gonna be violent though, right? I dun wanna hafta fight 'em."




"HA!" The mirth in the other warrior's grin was palpable. "Ya can sure try! Gine won't fight ya, but Toma and Bardock love a good spar and are much, much stronger than I am."




"WHAT…?!"




"In fact, even if we all team up together and go against Bardock, I can assure ya we'll be on the losing side."




"I change my mind, now I really gotta fight him!" The ever-present fighting spirit inside Goku burned with passion.




"He'd love that," Raditz grabbed his brother by the scruff and pulled him down until their mouths met, and they began another make out session, slower this time. That was until Goku sat up suddenly and tensed.




"What's the matter, Kay?" The puzzled alien tilted his head and the tip of his tail.




The knob rattled, clicked, and unlocked, and the door to the conference room opened. Raditz cussed in relief when he smelled the blue-haired human. The Earth defender didn't even bother covering his nudity, not after the scientist had looked him over inside and out.




"Really, guys? You 're going to start redecorating MY house now?" Bulma closed the door behind her and stood akimbo. Her childhood friend gave a sheepish laugh and scratched the back of his head.




"Sorry, Bulma! We got a bit carried away."




"You don't say…" The sarcastic woman bit her fingernail before deciding that getting straight to the point was better than beating around the bush. 




"Baba is asking for Raditz. It's time."




Goku's breath hitched, and he turned to look at his sibling. Raditz showed a pained expression that lasted a millisecond before his protective mask came down; however, he smelled sad.




"The old crone will have to wait," Raditz huffed and looked away, his tail irately swishing on the carpet.




"What do you mean?" 




"We're kinda… stuck," Goku turned a deep red. "Down there…"




"Stuck?" Bulma's brilliant mind began turning its gears.




"We're knotted," Raditz helpfully informed the human and received a punch on his chest. "OW! I'm just saying! His body needs to let go of my huge cock before we can go anywhere," the alien continued in a flirty tone.




"Oh, this I got to see!" 




"BULMA, THIS AIN'T THE TIME!"




The curious woman stopped before giving the second step at Goku's explosive observation.




"Alright, alright! I'll tell Uranai that you two are having a 'heart to heart' before Raditz has to leave," the inventor relented.




"Thanks, Bulma," the mortified warrior gave her a smile and dropped his head on his brother's stocky chest.




"But when he comes back, I'm learning everything about Saiyan mating. Hands-on," the blue-eyed menace threatened.




"BULMA!"




"No problem!" The taller Saiyan flashed his white teeth at her.




"RADITZ!"




"Okay, you two," Bulma grinned maniacally, "I can't wait to have you back with us, Raditz of the Huge Cock. And maybe we can talk Goku into letting him share you with me!"




She left a laughing Raditz and a sputtering Goku behind and closed the door to her conference room—destroyed conference room, she added to her thoughts.




Other thoughts, of various topics, continued running through her head. They needed to get everything ready; the wish, a new Saiyan-proof home, an appropriate job for Raditz… By the time she had everything organized, she had reached her office.




After inputting a code, the door unlocked and opened. Bulma walked to her desk, and opening a hatch, pulled out the Dragon Radar. The image of the reliable Dragon Ball seeker brought a smile to her face as she began reminiscing of times long ago, when she had first met her Saiyan friend.




"How much you've grown, Son Goku…" She laughed as she remembered shooting him in the head and barely harming him.




"Time to do some work, old friend!" Bulma switched on the radar and observed seven dots on the screen spread across the globe except the two balls Goku had collected and the one Gohan had on his hat.




"Excellent!" Standing up, the C.E.O. of Capsule Corp. pocketed the radar and walked back to the lively reunion with her friends.




-




Back at the get-together, everyone except Gohan and Oolong had finished their meal and were now chit chatting when Bulma came over.




"About time!" The crotchety old witch snapped, "I don't have all day, you know."




"Sorry, Baba, Goku and Raditz are engaged in a deep brotherly conversation. They'll be back before you know it!" The peppy female took a seat next to her former lover, who was looking rather glum.




"I've kept King Yemma waiting long enough!" Uranai complained.




"Ease up, Sis," the voice of wisdom, Master Roshi, tried assuaging her. "You know how sibling conversations go."




"I wouldn't know. You were always too busy with your dirty magazines!" The fortune teller gave her brother a wicked grin, and the Turtle Master lowered his sunhat. 




It took longer than Bulma had anticipated, but eventually, the two alien brothers returned to the gathering. Uranai Baba wanted to leave immediately, but Roshi managed to convince her that goodbyes were in order out of courtesy.




After Raditz exchanged a few last words with the gang, his eyes wandered until they locked on his younger brother's sad orbs. The moment was lost when Gohan came running to them against his mother's will, and hugged his uncle's leg, barely reaching his knee.




"Please don't leave, Uncle Raddy!" Gohan's teary eyes turned to look imploringly at the tall family member. "You make my daddy happy."




"Is that so?" Raditz looked at his brother and smiled when Kakarot looked away, flustered.




"Don't worry, Kiddo. When I come back, the three of us will spend a lot of time together!" The burlesque warrior crouched down so Gohan wouldn't have to crane his neck so far up.




"That'll be great! Mom needs a vacation," the toddler exclaimed with a sparkle. He saw his mother scoff, and leaned in to whisper: "And I can pretend I'm studying with you!"




"That's quite enough, Gohan. We need to get going before dark," Chichi said sternly.




The small tyke jumped up to hug his uncle one more time around the neck, making Raditz look around worriedly, afraid that he would be judged for letting a kid show such emotions with him. When he saw no harsh stares and only smiles, he hugged the child he once kidnapped.




As Gohan started to sniffle, the strongest of the group stood up and passed Gohan to his younger brother, who in turn handed him over to Chichi. It was then that the child started openly sobbing.




It broke Raditz's heart, but habits were harder to break, and he opted for showing no empathy.




"Ya'll be seeing more of me very soon," he lifted his hand to the Z-Fighters, and they lifted theirs in response.




"You better!" Yamcha gave Raditz a smile, but his eyes burned with fire and promises.




"I still need to win against you in a drinking competition," Tien slung an arm around his friend's shoulders and hugged him a bit too tightly as a warning.




"And then sing karaoke once we're sloshed!"




The group of close friends groaned in response to Krillin's contribution.




While the humans started discussing how Krillin needed a new hobby and if they could sabotage the karaoke machine, Raditz pulled his brother apart and spoke in a low volume so only he could hear.




"In case I don't make it back in time, just tell Vegeta I said to stay put until I get back."




"He's comin' here?!" Goku exclaimed as low as he could.




The older Saiyan nodded, "Vegeta and Nappa, most likely. They'll be here in less than two Aro terms… Shit, I don't know how long that is on this planet."




"Dun matter, we'll handle them," the eager and innocent Z-Fighter said with determination.




"It does matter," Raditz corrected in a somber tone. "These Saiyans are the violent kind, and Vegeta is much stronger than our parents. Ya need to make sure to-"




"Tell Vegeta t' stay put till ya come back," Goku repeated, knowing full well he would not be able to resist fighting such an imposing character.




"Correct."




In a sudden surge of emotions and making sure eyes weren't on them, Goku flung himself to his brother and hugged him. He didn't take into account his former mentor's dark sunglasses.




Roshi read the brother's body language and recognized it for what it was, "Interesting…" He petted his beard.




"What's interesting, Master Roshi?" Krillin asked.




"Hehehe, Bulma's figure, of course!" The wise and clever man unexpectedly reached for the blue-haired woman's derriere and gave it a good squeeze. It would draw everyone's attention to him when Bulma would hit him.




And so it did.




The scientist walked over to the alien siblings with an angry face and rubbing her fist, "I'd rather get my sugar from this cup here!" She called out to the old pervert. 




"Tone it down, you two!" She expressed concern at the brothers in not so loud words for the hearing sensitive Saiyans.




"My sugar will crush ya, Human~" Raditz pulled away from Kakarot begrudgingly and lifted Bulma up in one arm, careful not to break her ribs.




"WOO!" The entrepreneur hooted as her heels left the ground. 




"Oh, this is a lot of sugar!" She gritted out as the rock-crushing arm hugged her tightly to Raditz's chest, allowing the raunchy opportunist to feel him up a bit. She was returned to the ground a few seconds later.




"Take care of this one until I come back," Raditz asked the wealthy and powerful woman.




"And then you'll be taking care of him, understood," Bulma teased her blushing friend.




"Naturally, and if Vegeta does give y'all trouble, just prepare one of those amazing banquets for him; he'll love that. He's our prince after all," the sharp warrior suggested.




"A Prince, eh? Don't worry. I'll give him the full royal treatment," the genius winked.




"CAN WE GET GOING?!"




Goku startled and turned to see an angry witch floating on an electrified crystal orb, "Sorry, Baba!" 




As Bulma returned to the group to appease the fortune teller, the Defender of Earth pivoted back to his family member, "Take care of yerself over there, Big Brother."




"And ya watch out for the Green Man, Baby Bro," came the reply.




"It's funny, the thing I'mma miss the most is yer scent. That's kinda weird, right?" Goku scratched the back of his head, much like his side-parent would do before him.




"Not at all," Raditz smiled. "Saiyans are very scent oriented. Hold on…"




The large Latcher grabbed the end of his long mane and sliced a piece of his hair off with ki, hissing and scrunching his eyes as he did so.




"That hurt like a bitch! Here," he offered the dark-grey lock to his brother, "Smell that whenever ya miss me."




Goku brought the strands of hair to his nose and sniffed; a waft of spice, humidity, and home filled his nasal cavity. 




"Thanks, 'Ditz," he smiled at the other one of his kind, the first he'd ever met, and hid the gift in his pocket.




The smooth operator winked and ruffled his sibling's hair, "Thank you for helping me understand."




They heard another string of complaints about long goodbyes from the witch, but the pair was more focused on each other.




"I really wanna kiss ya right now…" Raditz's hand brushed Kakarot's cheek as he lowered his arm.




"Next time, when we're not bein' watched," Goku promised.




Chuckling, Raditz shook his head in curious anticipation, "Ya know that ain't gonna fly if we bring our parents back."




"We'll cross that bridge when we get there-"




"SPEAKING OF BRIDGES!"




A loud voice right next to them startled the brothers.




"Yeah, yeah," Raditz emphasized his displeasure. "Gotta get going, Kakarot. Keep training hard, Baby Bro! Maybe ya'll catch up to me when I come back!" Raditz stepped back and wrapped his tail around his waist, trying to keep it from drooping down and shaking.




"Ya bet I'll do that!" Goku could feel his own tail tighten around his torso almost painfully.




"Finally!" Uranai Baba initiated the flight to the blue sky, Raditz following and never taking his eyes off Goku until he was far away and couldn't smell him anymore.




"The way you two were having eye sex with each other… God, I'm surprised you didn't start any PDA in front of everyone!" Bulma bumped her hip against her long-term friend's thigh.




"PDA?"




"Public display of affection," the incarnation of knowledge explained to the uneducated Saiyan. "Did you even notice how tense Raditz was trying to hold back?"




Goku felt his heart fall to his heels, "He was?"




"Poor guy. He really loves you," Bulma trailed off.




The young warrior was suddenly overcome with the need to say one more goodbye and shot up into the sky towards his brother before he and Uranai could pass over into Otherworld.




"RADITZ!!!"




Long hair spun in the sky above, and Raditz saw his little brother speedily flying towards him.




"Kakarot?"




Every other thought was pushed to the back of his mind, leaving only the need to hold his younger sibling one more time. He could feel his eyes sting as he shot down to meet the other halfway just as the median between the two worlds finished her incantation.




Before the brothers could reach each other, Raditz became ethereal, and his soul was whisked away to Otherworld.




"NO!" Goku yelled when he saw the two disappear, "Dammit!" 




If only he had been there a second earlier… It wasn't as if they would never see each other again; Raditz was only one small wish away.




"Shenlong…"




With new determination to get his family member back, the resolute Z-Fighter returned to the others, heading straight to Bulma.




"I need t' borrow the Dragon Radar, Bulma."




"Way ahead of you, Son!" The genius dug into her pocket and pulled out the gadget.




"Can ya keep an eye on Gohan and Chichi until I come back?" Goku asked his wealthy friend.




"You kidding! I'm coming with you! It'll be like old times," Bulma said.




"Great! I already got the Three Star and the Six Star, and Gohan has the Four Star. That leaves…"




The female stared at her dim-witted adventure buddy for a good moment, "Four, Son, that leaves four."




The other laughed and scratched his nape, "Yer the scientist! (Bulma face palmed) Hey, Gohan, com'ere!"




The five-year-old hopped off their family hover car and dashed towards his father, Chichi running after him.




"Yeah, Daddy?" He asked as his parent hunkered down.




"I need the Dragon Ball on yer hat, Son," Goku explained.




"Oh, okay!" Gohan undid the nylon string holding the ball to his cap and handed it to his father. "Where are you going, Daddy?"




"Oh, he's not going anywhere!" Chichi had reached them and angrily glared at her husband.




"I got a wish t' make!" For once in his life, Goku ignored his wife.




"To bring Uncle Raddy back?!" The small child exclaimed and bounced on his heels.




"No, no, no, no," the housewife would not allow another Saiyan entering her home, no matter how much her husband begged and promised.




"Yep!"




Goku's quick answer left Chichi flabbergasted.




The only Saiyan left on the planet stood up and looked at his friends, "See ya later, everyone!" then turned to his blue-haired companion, "I'll meet ya back here with the other two Dragon Balls, Bulma. Pack us a lotta food!" 




Goku called out for his trusty cloud.




Rolling her eyes at the alien's unmatchable appetite, the C.E.O. waved at him, "Come back before it gets dark!"




"GOKU-SA! What about us?!" Chichi shouted at her irresponsible partner. 




"Dun worry, Chi, Krillin will look after ya! We're just gonna go find the rest of the Dragon Balls t' bring my brother back, maybe my whole family!"




"Yer whole… Ya mean there'll be more Saiyans?" The young mother began swaying where she stood.




"I heard you mention my name. What is-" the monk happened to approach the smaller group just in time to catch Chichi's collapsing body.




"Thanks, buddy!" The Earth defender gave Krillin a sheepish grin and took off to his house where he had stashed two of the orange spheres before anyone could say another word.




On his way, Goku reached into his pocket to pull out the tuft of hair Raditz had given him and smelled it—he already missed him, and the sky felt too big and empty.




The young father was too distracted in his own thoughts to notice a nearby ki and eyes following his every move from a safe distance. Once he was out of earshot, those eyes settled on the small Demi Saiyan trying to wake up his mom among a group of humans.




"Now that your brother is out of the picture, I can proceed with my plan."




A mouth that contained sharp teeth stretched its lips at the prospect of indoctrinating the malleable toddler. More of Goku's kind were approaching, after all, and Piccolo would be outmatched if they formed an alliance with his number one enemy. If he could gain the loyalty of Gohan, he would have an edge over his father and uncle. 




Only time would tell.