"Here." Raditz positioned a tray over his brother's lap. "Eat that."
"But I…"
"Eat. I did the necessary stuff. The rest can wait until later. And Kakarot… eat it all." He gave his younger brother a dark look. "I didn't fix it for you to push around your plate and scrape into the trash."
"Okay," Goku whispered, and dutifully took a bite. Raditz waited a few minutes more to be sure he kept eating before going back down to the kitchen for his own meager meal - meager considering what he usually ate, gargantuan compared to what he'd given his brother.
"Battle rations. I should be thinking in terms of battle rations," he muttered when he finished. He had already cased the contents of the cupboards, pantry, and fridge. It wouldn't last three days the way he'd been eating, but nearly two weeks if he ate no more than he would have gotten on a purging mission - and that was feeding himself and his brother. The garden produced plenty of greens, he'd eat those when he couldn't get anything else. His brother, on the other hand, adored the things. That would keep them going a little longer than the two weeks. Their main need was meat, since the freezer had broken and spoiled what they'd had. Raditz had every intention of going hunting as soon as he was sure he'd gotten Kakarot stuffed as full as possible without making him sick.
Besides, he wanted to kill something.
Raditz butchered the two stags he'd killed. He stuffed the tiny excuse for a freezer on the refrigerator as full as possible, then cooked all the rest, and stored most of it in the refrigerator. The rest, they'd eat. He frowned. Potatoes… where were the potatoes? A low growl escaped him when he realized that he'd have to dig them out of the garden.
He stalked outside, identified the potato plants, and started digging. As an afterthought, he collected a couple of carrots and a few ears of corn. The vegetables washed, he dumped them in a pot and started them boiling. While they cooked, he went back out to tend to the hides.
The messy chore gave him an idea, though, and he worked the hides while he thought about it. Maybe… but it would be awhile before he would be able to tell if the idea had any merit. And unfortunately, his brother needed money now. He just needed a bath. A dip in the stream would be faster, if colder, but he didn't much care. His hair was full of blood.
Raditz finished his bath, then remembered the food on the stove. With a gargled cry that could have been rage or disgust, he charged back into the kitchen. The pots, much to his relief, hadn't boiled dry, and the veggies were more than tender. He smashed the carrots into the potatoes, set the corn aside on a plate.
"I may not be as good a cook as you, little brother, but I can manage to scrape together enough to get us fed," he muttered, preparing a tray to take to him.