We spend the rest of the day much like yesterday, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that none of us really want to go back yet. We're putting it off, but each for our reasons, I think. For me, it's simple. Being out here, with my brother and my prince, is as close as I've gotten to real happiness in a long time. There's a nagging little voice in the back of my head that's telling me this can't possibly last. But while we're away from everything, everyone else, I can pretend that this can go on and on. Being aware of your own illusions doesn't make them any less comforting.

I think it's the same for my brother. He was never really cut out to be a father, a husband; he's too much of a free spirit. Not that he resents his boys, the thought would never even occur to him. But there's something in him that likes to be away from all responsibility, to be able to do as he pleases. I guess when you're the savior of the Earth umpteen times over it's nice to get away from it all.

I'm not sure what it is for Vegeta. I have my suspicions, but he's still pretty unreadable, despite recent events. My guess, though, is that it has something to do with his memories of home. For the first time in a very long time, he's away from the trappings of human life, surrounded by pure-blooded Saiyans. Pure-blooded Saiyans who adore him. Kakarot can't quite get the subservient things down, but I think Vegeta doesn't really mind. I suppose when you can make someone beg for you, that's enough.

I'm trying to avoid falling into old habits with my prince. It would be too easy to let history play out again. But of course I give him my respect, the man is my prince, and a Super Saiyan besides! It's helping to have Kakarot around though…there's something about my brother that just makes me feel wanted, needed, powerful, if not in a ki-level sort of way.

Our second night after the wish, we find a deep cave on some lonely mountaintop, as a contrast to last night's steamy jungle. Snow dusts the ground here, getting thicker the higher we go. Dinner is three fat elk, and afterwards I lean back against the curved rock wall of our shelter, licking the last of the fat and grease from my fingers. I glance over at Kakarot, to see him doing the same thing, and we grin messily at each other. Then, at the same time, our eyes track over to Vegeta who is lounging on his side, stretched out like some great cat, his eyes half closed.

"So, Kakarot," I drawl lazily. "What do you want to do now?"

"Hmm, I don't know, Raditz," he answers slowly. "I know I'm not tired, though."

We trade knowing smiles as both of us climb to our feet, divesting ourselves of our clothing quickly, and pad over to our prince. He blinks slowly up at us as we circle him restlessly in opposite directions, tails flicking predatorily through the air. Each time my brother and I cross paths, we touch lightly; I run my fingers along his shoulder blades; he trails his tail over the line of my stomach; my lips ghost across the back of his neck; his fingers trace the muscles of my thighs.

"What do you idiots think you're doing?" asks Vegeta, but he sounds more curious than angry. I know my brother's captivated, intense expression must mirror mine, and without once looking at each other we drop to the ground simultaneously.

Kakarot aligns his body with Vegeta's, pressing his chest against our prince's hungrily as I spoon up against the smaller man's back. The prince's protests are swallowed by my brother's devouring mouth as I lick lazy lines up the back of his neck, luxuriating in the sharp tang of sweat at his hairline. I sniff at his hair, closing my eyes and drowning my senses in him as I allow one hand to roam over his hip. I feel Kakarot and our hands link briefly, fingers tangling, before moving in tandem to knead the hard, supple flesh of our prince's thighs and hips.

I feel Vegeta's moan vibrating through his chest and back where I'm pressed up against him, though I can't hear it as his mouth is still busy with my brother. His tail flicks in agitation and I capture it, grinning, and wind it around my fingers as I nuzzle against the back of his neck. Slowly I slide down, licking along his spine with long, even strokes, nibbling in between. My hands float down his thighs, nails trailing , catching in the soft cotton of his shorts.

At the same time, Kakarot and I hook our fingers into the waistband of Vegeta's shorts and pull them down, easing them over his legs and then off. I look up, and meet a pair of fierce black eyes, and we grin at each other as we both dip down again to swipe our tongues over our prince's thighs, front and back. Twin rumbles echo from our chests as we suck and bite, slowly circling to more sensitive areas.

I swirl my tongue at the base of Vegeta's tail, teasing roughly, wrapping my arms around his waist and smoothing my hands along the firm planes of his stomach. Kakarot does the same, his own hands busy along Vegeta's spine. I hear Vegeta moaning out loud now above us and I glance up briefly to see his head tilted back, a scarlet flush rising from his chest through to his face. His eyes are closed, but his tongue darts out occasionally to taste the air as he slowly writhes between us.

I feel my own erection pulsing against my hip, deliciously painful and helplessly I find myself rubbing along Vegeta's legs as I tilt my head to run my mouth along the length of his tail. His fur is impossibly soft, the length of his tail supple and strong between my lips. Our prince lets out a needy moan, and I know my brother has turned his attention to our lover's arousal. I bite very lightly into the thick length in my mouth, lapping my tongue over it and wetting down the fur.

I can practically feel the moment when my reason leaves me. I'm overwhelmed by the taste of my prince, the sound of his ecstatic cries, the heat of his skin, the dusky woodsmoke-sharp scent of him; I have no conscious control over my body any longer. More, I don't care.

Snarling, I sit up, pulling Vegeta into my lap, his back pressed up against my chest, his ass rubbing delectably against my aching cock. He lets out a low cry, and Kakarot sits up, then crawls towards him, a feral light gleaming in his dark eyes. My brother meets my eyes as our tails snap in time and I know he's as gone as me, and as uncaring. He rises to his knees, pressing his chest up against Vegeta and leans in towards me. Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss over the prince's shoulder, and I wrest the taste of Vegeta's cock from him with a questing tongue.

Vegeta wriggles between us, leaning back into my chest even as he tongues one of Kakarot's nipples. The feel of that hard, rippling muscle writhing against me, unable to escape, brings a low growl from my chest, and it is echoed in my brother, vibrating through our mouths, growing between us, amplified by our kiss. We pull back panting, and even my own breathing is no longer in my control; it is ragged and desperate as I catch the last taste of Kakarot with my tongue, swiping it over my swollen lips.

The prince leans his head back on my shoulder, and I bend my head to lick insistently along his lower lip, coaxing his mouth open so that I can dive in with my tongue. His kiss is different from my brother's; there is a battle for dominance here, as he tries to thrust himself into my mouth. I growl, and hear my warning from Kakarot at Vegeta's chest, snarling as he scrapes his mouth over rose-pink nipples. Something in the back of my mind thinks it odd that at our threat the prince melts back, passively accepting our attentions with a soft sigh of contentment.

Reaching around to grasp Vegeta's thighs, I pull them apart roughly so that he straddles my much larger legs. I rub my cock along his ass, settling it between his legs, groaning at the sweet heat of him, the feel of the sweat trickling between his thighs. I feel Kakarot move lower, settling himself between our legs as he returns his attention to our prince's neglected erection. The wet sucking noises raise a grin from me as I return my hands to Vegeta's chest to pinch and rub his swollen nipples, wringing another gasp and helpless groan from him.

The sudden brush of heat and moisture at the tip of my cock wrenches a moan from me, as well, and I look over Vegeta's shoulder down at my brother, who is holding our prince's thighs apart and bathing his balls with his tongue, inadvertently getting me as well. He looks up, eyes shaded by those thick, sooty lashes, and he flashes a grin fit for the devil, darting his tongue out for anther slow, thorough lick that stiffens my spine and sets white lights dancing briefly behind my eyelids.

Vegeta wraps his tail around my waist, his back arching and relaxing at each bob of Kakarot's head, rubbing my cock luxuriously between his legs. I snake my own tail out around him, finding my brother's with unerring accuracy and winding them together. It's strange, but it's like I can feel the pulse of Kakarot's body through his tail, like somehow we've synched ourselves with that one point of contact. Electricity crackles between us as our tails wend together, rolling and stroking like two snakes mating. We moan in unison, and our purposes meet and meld and become something far more.

My body is totally run on instinct now as I gasp into Vegeta's neck, loosing my tail to grasp my brother's own thick arousal. Our voices echo on the cold stone of the cave walls as we writhe together in the warm flicker of the dying fire. We are reaching for something, the three of us, something together that we cannot find apart, but I don't know what it is, I just know that I have to do, have to keep moving, have to sweat and moan and taste and lose myself utterly.

Orgasm builds unbearably slowly, but still we grind together and swallow each other's cries and flesh. I lick frantically along the back of Vegeta's neck as my brother swallows his cock convulsively and the prince leans back, his mouth gaping for want. I hook my fingers into his mouth and he suckles on them madly as I milk Kakarot's cock with my tail. And finally, everything is so close, so perfect as muscles tighten and blood pounds through us as one…

There's no forethought to my next action as I feel myself pulsing out between Vegeta's legs and I feel a warm gush over my tail. I bite down on the back of my prince's neck, hard. I know Kakarot is doing the same to Vegeta's inner thigh, and our prince is too far gone to protest as the deliriously maddening scent of blood cuts through the musky thickness of sex. I lap slowly, like a cat at a milk bowl, across the ragged wound in our prince's neck and I hear the soft slurping noise of my brother doing the same.

Vegeta goes limp in our grip, moving languorously between us, making almost sleepy little moans that settle into a contented purr as we feed. His hands drift down to stroke through Kakarot's riot of hair, his tail loosening from my waist and stroking along the side of my face. It is pure bliss, and I sigh softly as the blood finally slows, settling back against the wall. A dark wave of exhaustion washes over me as I cradle my prince in my arms, Kakarot curling comfortably against his front, sandwiching Vegeta neatly. I have never felt so tired from sex before, but it's not unwelcome.

As the calm purring of three sated Saiyans pulls me off to sleep, a small voice in the back of my head tries to raise an alarm. I did something I wasn't supposed to, I know it, but for the life of me I can't figure out what it is. So I ignore the little warning bells and allow myself to fall into the embrace of dreams.

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