The Bond of Brothers 2

Raditz entered his apartment he shared with Turles, Kakarot and his father. Today had been a pretty hard day at work, and he really wasn't feeling too happy right now. So, with a sulky sigh he dragged his feet into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, until his eyes came across a black wallet on the small kitchen table.

/What the hell/ He silently asked himself as he eyed the wallet carefully. Looking absently around, he sniffed at the air and found himself suddenly smiling as a familiar scent reached his nose. "So, you're finally home, huh?"

Raditz chuckled quietly to himself as he followed the scent of his kin down the small hallway of the apartment, and into one of the 4 bedrooms.

Entering, he was greeted by music with some girls' voice singing. His eyes quickly spotted a dark-skinned spiky headed man at the end that was placed against the wall, singing to the lyrics of the songs being played on his big crap stereo, giggling occasionally.

Raditz inhaled the air around him in the room and flashed a grin. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the man on the ground.

"Turles?"

The said man suddenly stopped what he was doing, and looked up through drowsy blood shot eyes.

"Huh?" he asked stupidly.

Raditz laughed, "Oh good god, Turles! You've gone and smoked yourself stupid!"

"No I did not! Gaw! I'm just trying to sit here in peace and get a little high... OH YEAH!" He suddenly burst out with goofy grin on his face, "Look what I did! Isn't it preeettyyy?"

Turles brought his hand up to Raditz' face, not realizing how close he came to accidentally hitting his big brother. Raditz luckily saw this and moved his head back before he got hit. He took the tanned wrist of his brother's arm and saw on the lower part of the front of Turles' hand was a small rainbow colored tattoo of...

He frowned.

... A butterfly...

Turles squealed in delight, "Isn't it pretty? He's name is Herman! But... I really don't know if it's a boy or a girl... you think I could ask him... er... her... I mean it! ... I forgot what I was going to say..."

He looked crestfallen at his memory shortage, right then that Raditz couldn't help but laugh at his brother's blazed mind.

"You pot head! How many times do I have to tell you that you're not supposed to smoke until your stupid! AND, with MY pipe!" Raditz smacked Turles over the head when he spotted his marijuana pipe on the ground by Turles' knees. The dark-skinned Saiyan recoiled from the smack on the head by raising his hands in defeat, murmuring an "ow".

"Well, Dad hasn't bought me my own yet, and I don't have one, and Kakarot doesn't have one..." He paused and then looked up at Radtiz again, "Did you see my butterfly? Isn't he pretty? I'm gonna call him Betty."

Raditz stopped, looked at Turles, shrugging and proceeded to settle himself on the ground next to his brother, with his back up against the wall. He pulled a tin pan over to him that had dried buds of marijuana. He picked his metal pipe up and began filling the bowl with the dried broken up leaves of the buds. Taking the lighter that was also his, which Turles had stolen, he lit the weed in the bowl and brought the pipe to his lips. He inhaled the smoke and held it in his lungs for a couple of minutes, and then finally exhaled.

He only coughed a little bit, before relaxing and closing his eyes.

"Yes, you told me about the butterfly. I thought you named him Herman?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I did?" Turles started at the other Saiyan as if he just announced that he had grown another head.

"Yeah! You were even talking to him!" Raditz loved fucking with his brother's mind when he was stoned.

"I was?" He stared stupidly for a moment or two, then finally snapping out of it and reached out to snag the pipe and lighter out of Raditz' hands, lighting it up he took a hit.

Raditz was starting to feel a small buzz from taking the previous drag; he suddenly thanked his father for growing such good marijuana in their bathroom tub.

"So, Turles, tell me something, who's the new 'boyfriend'?" The rag-haired snickered as he took another hit, "Oh, he's real, right?"

Turles glared at his older brother with venom in his eyes. "Yes he IS real! And his name is Brolli, as a matter of fact!"

Reaching over, he snatched the pipe back from Raditz, muttering indecencies about his brother. He flicked and snapped his tail in annoyance, and shot another look of death towards the other Saiyan as he laughed light-heartedly as his abrupt grumpiness.

"Betty's not very happy with you, Rad. And Brolli isn't my boyfriend! He's my companion!" Turles huffed, turning his nose up in the air with a bit of cockiness.

"Riight... wait a sec... Brolli? That psycho bitch?" Raditz crinkled his nose in bewilderment.

Turles snapped his tail again and growled, "He's NOT a psycho!"

Raditz grinned wickedly, "That's a bunch of bull cocky! Come now, I want juicy details!" Grinning like a baka, he got up and retrieved a big bag of Beef Jerky, and then settled right next to Turles.

Turles eyed him cautiously, sneering

"I think not! Just because I'm blazed out of my mind, doesn't mean you can get me to tell you stuff... what exactly did you want me to tell you, anyways?" He asked, stealing a piece of jerky.

Raditz shrugged, having all but forgotten the conversation.

Talking had stopped between the two Saiyan brothers as they enjoyed the compatible silence as they both smoked a few more bowls and chewed on some more beef jerky (that only satisfied the bad case of the munchies). Raditz leaned his head down on Turles' shoulder, sighing in contentment as he absently thought about how perfect his bond is with his brothers, and that this is what it's all about.