He could feel. He could touch. He could… do whatever he wanted. And he wanted to get laid. Kakarot pulled his brother into a crushing kiss, devouring his mouth the way Goku never would. He relished the taste, the texture, as he hadn't been able to during his confinement. He kept one hand clenched in Raditz' hair, refusing to let his brother far enough away to do more than gasp for a breath or two before pulling him back.

His other hand and his tail roved eagerly beneath his brother's loose shirt and over the tight, tightening pants. Tails twined. Kakarot growled hungrily, happily using his strength to roll his elder beneath him to make the plunder easier. Tail and hand made short work of the pants' fastenings, and he delved inside, still feasting on his brother's mouth.

Raditz jerked beneath him, arching wantonly against him. His brother was made for submission, aggressive as he was. Kakarot drew back, purring, to map his brother's jaw and neck with lips and tongue. Raditz shuddered, turning his head to bare the mark Goku had given him. Kakarot ignored the tactic offer, instead releasing his grip on Raditz' hair to explore his chest and stomach.

He licked and sucked along Raditz' collarbone, then followed his hand's trail south. He paused to taste pebbled nipples, lavishing each with tongue and teeth before continuing his exploration. Kakarot shifted, crouching over his brother, and shoved the irritating pants down to the other's knees. Raditz apparently got a clue then, and proceeded to kick them the rest of the way off when Kakarot left them there and used his hands to stroke cock and balls; his tail busy ruffling his brother's when it wasn't curling teasingly to stroke from balls to anus.

Raditz was too overwhelmed by his brother's sudden aggressiveness, and then the pleasurable assault, to do anything but reciprocate. He threaded his fingers through his brother's damp spikes, gasping in pleasure when Kakarot engulfed him. He purred, hips thrusting eagerly into the hot, sucking mouth. He purred, writhing as the sensual assault continued.

One small part of him remembered that his brother hadn't been well. That he hadn't been able to talk, or walk, or do anything. He was purring so hard with pleasure that his voice stuttered when he tried to talk. "G.. Go… Gok…."

That was as far as he got before his brother pushed roughly into him, and he screamed instead, pleasure and pain equally mixed. There was no hesitation at all in his mate's actions: the younger immediately setting a hard, rapid pace. Raditz rocked into the savage thrusts; confused and overcome by his brother's actions. Teeth tore into his neck, ripping into the skin, deepening the mating mark. Raditz howled, tossing his head back and spraying them both with his seed. Kakarot licked his neck, thrusting and holding himself deep inside Raditz, and bared his own neck.

Raditz accepted the offer to renew their destroyed bond wistfully, believing his brother's ability to bond damaged beyond repair. His teeth sank into the corded neck. Kakarot's blood washed over his senses… and Kakarot filled his mind, his soul, and his body with his climax and claim. *Mine!*

Kakarot sank his teeth into his brother's neck again, sated for the moment and content to relax on the stockier form. Raditz' blood was sweet and full, as lively and aggressive as his brother usually was, yet tinged with betrayal and sorrow. Kakarot knew quite well Vegeta - damned little prick was going to get his! - was the cause of both bitter flavors. He lapped over the bite until it closed, relishing being able to taste and feel properly for the first time since childhood.

He stretched leisurely, sliding sinuously over his brother's larger body; smiling when Raditz curved a hand over his hip and threw an arm around his waist. Their tails coiled together beside them, the tip of Kakarot's stroking lightly along the uncoiled portion. He purred with satisfaction as his brother responded to his attention-starved prompts and began stroking his back and sides. All in all, it was a hell of a comeback for the younger Saiyan. Not that he had any idea how he'd finally managed to breach that thrice bedamned wall, but he was well free of it - and never, ever getting locked behind it again!

"Goku?" Raditz rumbled through a purr, "are you… feeling better?"

"Kakarot," he purred back, propping himself on his elbows to look down at his brother. "I'm Kakarot, and I feel like you need to be ridden harder than last time."

Raditz caught his breath, gazing up into glittering black eyes. His cock jumped, hips twitching in response to the guttural, purred promise of more sex. Kakarot laughed, leaning towards him, and he turned his head aside instinctively, baring the mark once again. Kakarot licked him, tiny little lightening fast swipes with his tongue. Raditz mewled, eyes glazing.

"This is what it is to be mate-bonded to me, brother," Kakarot purred into his ear. Sharp teeth nipped the lobe, and the hungry mouth suckled the pain away. Raditz gasped and writhed; his questions being short-circuited before they reached his tongue. His fingers clutched spasmodically at his brother's hip, and his arm tightened around the younger man's waist.

"Shall I fuck you?" The husky purr breathed into his ear demanded an answer, but he couldn't form any words. "Shall I show you how it feels to be fucked with a true bond in place?"

He managed to nod, since he couldn't manage anything vocal except a throbbing purr interspersed with needy whines. He wrapped strong legs around his brother's waist, and finally managed a breathy, "Yes!"

It was heaven and hell, all rolled into one. Kakarot knew exactly where to touch him, exactly how he wanted it, when he wanted it… and just as often teased and tormented him by not going as hard or fast or deep as he begged for. And he did beg, with breathy, needy whines and clutching hands; an encouraging tail and tossing head; and desperate, vivid imaginings.

"Such a dirty, dirty mind you have!" Kakarot chuckled, nipping at his lips. Raditz opened his mouth eagerly, welcoming the questing tongue even as his brother granted his desire. He moaned into the kiss, body shuddering through what was to be his last orgasm of the night. His brother filled him soon after, and slid to curl next to him.

Raditz learned a great deal about his brother's sexual preference over the next two days - two days when the only time they left the bed was to use the bathroom. He woke the third day to Kakarot's head on his belly and hand on his cock. He was humming absently, thumb circling over the tip of Raditz' leaking shaft. "I should give you a reward, Raditz."

"Mm?" Raditz kept his eyes closed and simply enjoyed.

"For being such a good mate."

"Hmm…." Raditz wasn't up to conversation yet.

"Our daughter's going to be very strong."

"Eh?!" Raditz' eyes popped open and he propped himself up on an elbow. "What?"

"You're pregnant." Black eyes glimmered with mirth as Kakarot looked up at him. "Get up, we need to eat."

"I… preg… are you…." Too many questions were mixing themselves up in a sleep- and sex-mazed mind. "Food?" he finally managed.

"Yeah, I'm hungry. It's been too long since I had a proper meal. Which reminds me, you need to learn to cook." Kakarot slid from the bed and gave him a dirty look. "Some of that shit you fed me while I was sick should've never made it past the nearest trash can."

Raditz crawled to the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what the hell had happened to his brother. His fingers trailed over the claim mark his brother had spent a considerable amount of time renewing; and he shivered as pleasure jolted through his body.

"Stop messing with that and come take a shower. We stink." He'd covered two basic needs - sex and propagation. Now he wanted to get clean and get fed. After that, wiping Vegeta off the face of E'arth was sounding pretty good. Of course, he could just show the little bastard exactly what it meant to be a Saiyan, then kill him. Oh, but his brother's other cub probably still needed his bearer. The boy wasn't much beyond about a year and a half old. If that, Kakarot amended. His sense of time wasn't all it could be, much like his sense of anything except Raditz. Who stunk, and needed a shower.

Raditz gained his feet and staggered for the bathroom. His ass ached, and now that he wasn't overwhelmed with pleasure, he realized that he hurt. He gave himself a once-over, wincing at the number of bites and scratches liberally marring his skin, and knowing there were more on his back and ass that he couldn't see. Warm water and the soapy washcloth his brother cleaned him with helped with some; the fact that Kakarot fucked him against the wall increased others.

It was a very sore, very sated Raditz who guided Kakarot to the kitchen. He fell on the waiting meal like he hadn't eaten in days - a truth he overlooked for the moment. Kakarot, however, did nothing of the sort. The younger Saiyan started by simply breathing in, sorting and cataloguing smells Goku had taken for granted almost all of his life. He worked his way slowly through a carefully selected plate of food.

It was so different! Tasting and smelling first hand, being able to savor the flavors mixed in a plate consisting of butter-coated, syrup covered pancakes; bacon; eggs fixed in bacon grease; one biscuit topped with butter and honey; and another smothered beneath a blanket of bacon gravy. The textures were so much closer, so much more real! Those delights were offset by the chopsticks being so much harder to use than his memories indicated they should be. Still, it was his first time to use the things as himself, fully in control of his own movements.

It was almost like being a child again, so much so that he upset his chair backing away from the table; frantic gaze searching for the thing that would take his freedom this time. But only his brother's confused expression, and Bunny's clueless one; met his search. He righted the chair and resumed his meal.

Eventually, hunger overcame the raw newness of everything; and he shoveled his food into his mouth with his fingers since it was easier than trying to use the sticks. Raditz gave him another odd look, one he quelled with a brief thought of hunger that reminded the other of his own plate. Finally, he'd sated his hunger for food as well, and his awareness was drawn to a spiraling maelstrom of frustration, self-loathing and despair.

His youngest son. Kakarot's head snapped around, his ki searching out that of his child's. The boy was here. He hurt, the pain so much more clear now that Kakarot was no distanced by the prison, or distracted by his own lusts. His fingers moved involuntarily as he instinctively chose the fastest route to reaching the boy. Seconds later, Raditz was left gaping at his empty chair, and he was in a darkened bedroom.

Goten was in the bed, curled in a miserable ball. The blankets were on the floor, as were the pillows and most of the sheet. The room stank of spent sex. Kakarot scented the air, frowning as he sorted out five essences besides his son's, and the metallic hints of old blood. He kicked the blankets out of his way, and settled on the edge of the bed.

The blood smell was stronger, as was the scent of sexual frustration. Sharp eyes surveyed the gouges scored into arms and thighs by sharp nails; the half-hearted, fumbling masturbation. Goten's teeth were buried in the hand trying to choke the suppressed sobs that Kakarot saw shake the trembling form.

The need, he could easily slake. Kakarot moved swiftly, upending his son and sinking into his body. His tail curled around the boy's cock. He pulled the youth upright, fastening his mouth against Goten's throat, holding him steady with an arm around his waist and the hand in his hair. He licked and sucked along the column of the boy's throat, his thrusting and coiling tail working in a steady, gentle tandem as he set about easing his son's frustration.

He purred reassuringly, using their bond to relax the youth and encourage his pleasure. He climaxed as the boy came with a startled, relieved cry before promptly bursting into tears. Kakarot eased him back to the bed, and began licking his child clean. Dried ick and blood yielded to his determined efforts as he cleansed away what the boy unwittingly told him through the bond was several hours worth of sexual torture. Traces of one Saiyan and four human males, he noted absently.

Goten had started a trembling, shaky purring by the time he'd finished the instinctive tongue-bath. Kakarot curled around his son, his own purr an assured, deep rumble of acceptance. The frustration in the bond had eased, yet Kakarot wasn't happy. The boy's self-loathing had increased, with a strange mix of shamed, joyous pleasure and fear. Kakarot set his tail to stroking up and down his son's body as he tucked the boy more firmly under his chin. By the time his purring lulled the boy to sleep, the bond was projecting more peace than Kakarot had ever felt from his youngest son.

Raditz', on the other hand, indicated worry and confusion, along with a growing anger. *Relax, Raditz. My son needed me.*

*Goku?*

*Kakarot.* He felt the startlement that preceded the surge of elation.

*You've healed?*

Kakarot chuckled darkly. Healed? It would take lifetimes to heal the torture he'd been through. He was released, released to do as he pleased, when he pleased, as he pleased. Goten shifted closer. He cradled the boy, and amended the thought to as his instincts demanded. He was wholly a creature of instinct at the moment, reacting without thought to the demands of his body and the stimulus of his environment.

Now, his son needed his protection. *No, Raditz. Gather our things. Find me. Find my son. We will find a place to live. This place is no good for us.*

Raditz shivered involuntarily. Kakarot's mental voice was dark, rich with sensuality and violence. It compelled him in a way Vegeta's voice never had, loyal as he was to his liege. He didn't hesitate to obey; he left the table to collect the things Bulma had supplied them with, and to pilfer as many other things as he thought they'd need.

It was only as he neared his brother's ki that he finally started to think again. His steps slowed, stopped. Just who was it he was going to meet when he got to his destination? Not the happy-go-lucky man who had resurrected him and pined himself into a decline after his wife's death. Raditz was sure of that. That man had never seemed to have a care or a thought beyond the immediate. He had never seemed anything but stupidly cheerful, at least until guilt over his wife's death had locked him in its grip.

It certainly wasn't the passive creature who'd been so eager and willing to please when he and Vegeta had claimed him. The man who'd kept him senseless with passion for the last two days, who'd ordered him to get their things and come to him was too demanding and controlled to be that weak thing.

So who was it? Kakarot, not Goku. Not the man who'd discarded his heritage for the planet that had adopted him. Not the man who'd lost all his memories of being Saiyan. No. This man had called himself Kakarot, yet said he wasn't healed. Kakarot, who filled his mind and his soul with the force of his presence, in a way Raditz had never felt a bond before.

His bond with his father had been fairly strong, the one with his mother weaker. His first mating bond had been short-lived; the woman dying on her first purging mission. His second had been longer, but weak. That mate had fallen in the destruction of their world. He had never had a child, and the sibling bond to his brother had never been strong. His bonds to Nappa and Vegeta, as the last Saiyans and as a team, had been strong, but not to this degree. They'd all held something of themselves back, all of them having experienced what a broken bond was like.

Raditz shivered, his memory dredging up the agonizing pain of having his mating bond with Vegeta destroyed. That part of him still felt burnt and raw. Vegeta had filled him, but not like this. He'd held something of himself in reserve, not giving all of himself to their bond. Raditz, loyal and adoring, had given Vegeta all of himself, only to be spurned, rejected because he cared for his younger brother, their younger mate. His loyalty and willingness to leave the younger man for his alpha had been so much trash to the eldest of them.

Raditz watched the hand that reached for the doorknob. Watched as he turned it, and pushed the door open. The scent of sex poured from the room, both old and new. A welcoming musk met his nose as well. His feet carried him past the threshold, into the room that contained his brother and nephew. "Kakarot?"

Kakarot's comforting purr ceased. "Raditz, come join us. The cub needs comforting."

Raditz shut the door behind him. After a glance at the two naked Saiyans in the bed, he shed his own clothes before crawling up to join them. "What's happened?" he asked quietly.

A sniffle preceded the boy burrowing against his chest. "Trunks. He… didn't really… not after… and then… too late," came disjointedly from the shivering body. Raditz looked at his mate questioningly, unable to translate the ragged explanation.

"Trunks told him if he did something, he'd take him as his mate, but he didn't really mean it. The boy didn't realize that until after he'd done what he'd been asked, and by then it was too late," Kakarot growled.

Raditz rubbed his hands along the boy's back. He was just as aware of the scents mingling in the room as his brother. He scowled. Goten's few visits had always been with Trunks, and he'd often seemed uncomfortable. "How long?"

"Since… since that day… when I asked… him," Goten answered between half-stifled sobs.

"The day you asked him?"

"The day Goku tried to tell it wasn't his place to warn of danger," Kakarot growled angrily. His tail lashed through the air, thumping soundly against the mattress behind him. "The boy's been whored out regularly since then, with that bastard's bastard telling him that he looks like he's enjoying the others too much to be his mate, and that he has to let them fuck themselves stupid on him without taking any pleasure from it himself. Any time he came, he was proving he wasn't going to be a good mate."

"I was so stupid," Goten whispered. "I believed him. I really thought that if I tried hard enough… that he'd… finally make me…." His voice deteriorated again, the next few words too ragged for Raditz to understand at all.

"He's pregnant, he doesn't know who the father is, and Trunks told him he was a whore because a good mate would have only conceived with him."

There wasn't anything Raditz could say to that. He thought fleetingly of what his own loyalty had cost him, and could feel nothing but sympathy for the cub.