The Bond of Brothers 3

Three Saiyan brothers sat around in a small circle in Raditz' bedroom, laughing and talking about anything in particular. In the center of them was a tin pan that had dried green buds, a lighter, and a metal pipe.

They were soaking this bonding time up before it was time they had to leave off planet again for their purging missions. Some how they had managed to get the time off together, so it was decided that instead of going off and partying with their friends, they were going to spend time with each other as family. Even the Saiyans' father got time off, but that was only a couple of days ago and that meant they wouldn't be able to spend a whole lot of time with their old man.

Time. It always led to time; they never had enough time and it was gaining up on the three of them for departing for their missions, fast. They were all dreading and looking forward to it like typical Saiyans usually are.

"Sa… Raditzsu, why don't you get Vegeta high? That would be super kool." Kakarot suggested brightly, giggling.

The long haired Saiyan raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother, snorting. "Gee… well ye know, this is ONLY an illegal drug, Kakarot. Why don't I just call him up on my cell phone and give him a ring, besides he's just a king and all."

"Oh… right. Well…" Kakarot's voice trailed off as he absently looked around the room, wondering what he should say next.

Just then, the door to their room swung open and a tall man with black spikes and scar that marred the side of his face poked his head in, eyeing the three Saiyans that sat on the ground.

"What are you cubs doing?" He asked suspiciously, narrowing an eye.

The said cubs got real quiet, and looked at each other silently asking what to say and how to get the hell out of this situation. But the man in the doorway asked another question before anyone could speak.

"Smoking that dope shit?"

Raditz quietly piped up, "Yeah, Dad…"

"Ah, that's okay! I've been smoking it for over 25 years now! Anyways, I'm headed off to the store, ye guys want anything?" Bardock smiled.

Kakarot grinned and leaned back, tilting his head to look up at his father. "I want animal crackers with peach yogurt, please!"

Bardock nodded, mentally writing down the request in his mind. He looked at his second youngest cub next, "You want anything, boy?"

"Beef jerky. Lots and lots of beef jerky."

The father nodded again, and then looked at Raditz, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Twix and cheese wiz." He grinned before taking another drag from his purple and gold pipe.

The old man promised to be back with in 30 minutes before shutting the door and leaving them to smoke their happy greens in peace.

"Hey Turles, when do you leave for your next assignment again?" Raditz frowned, slightly annoyed that he forgot.

"Tuesday, next week, planet Sarabu." Turles informed.

The dark-skinned Saiyan knew that Raditz didn't want him to leave, especially on the team he's with, but that's just though shit, damnit. He was ready to get out there and kick the unwholesome crap out of the race he's been assigned to eliminate. Of course, he'd rather do that with his brother's rather than with the assholes on his team.

"Kakarot? When do you leave?" Raditz figured he might as well ask his youngest sibling, since they were on the subject.

Kakarot grinned and giggled, his blazed infected mind making it hard for him to remember. But if he just thought hard enough, he was sure he'd figure it out. "Hmmm…. if I remember correctly I think it was like……" He paused, sitting lotus style with his tail thumbing the ground in concentration, as his brows knit together, his chin in the palm of his hand. "Wednesday. Yeah I think it's Wednesday. This week."

Raditz was just about to take another hit when he heard Kakarot's ending comment. "Wait, Kakarot, you DO realize that is the day after tomorrow, right? Are you sure it's this week?"

The youngster nodded, confirming. "Yeah, I know, it's going to suck too. I'm being launched out to this planet that's like a freaking week away from here. I'm going with Mo and all them."

Kakarot wasn't too pleased with who he was assigned with, though he could stand Mo, but the others were just too hard-headed and didn't have any real skills in statistics and strategy. He reached over and across the circle to snatch the pipe out of Turles' hand, right before he was going to light it up.

"HEY! Damnit, Kakarot, it was MY turn! I just got it back from Rad!" Turles shouted, lashing his tail.

Turles lunged at his younger brother, tackling him to the ground before he could light the bowl and take a hit. Kakarot held the pipe up above his head so he wouldn't spill it as he was pressed onto his back with the weight of Turles on top of him.

"Fat ass! Get off, I can't breathe!" Kakarot gasped.

Turles pushed down harder, hearing Kakarot groan and grasp for air. "Nope! Not until you learn when it's your turn!" All the while Turles and Kakarot were fighting, they didn't even see Raditz come over and snatch the pipe out of the youngest hand.

"Yoink!" He grinned and lit the bowl up and took a long drag.

The two brothers stopped fighting with each other to look up at Raditz with pouty faces.

"Not fair, Rad!" They both complained, tails slapping the ground in annoyance.

"Tough shit." He said before plopping down on the bed, laying back with his arms behind his head for a pillow.

The two youngsters grinned and purred at each other before climbing up onto the bed with their big brother, each on one side of him. They nuzzled and settled in next to Raditz, with Kakarot on his left side, purring like a motor as he rested his head on his brother's shoulder, he wraps his tail around Raditz' thick muscled thigh.

Turles laid down on the right side, cuddling his older brother, and grinning and purring softly into Raditz' hair, one arm flopped across his waist.

The long haired Saiyan smiled as his brothers surrounded him with their warmth. He put his arms around them, holding them close, intensifying the family bond.

"I'm gonna miss you, Raddi." Kakarot said sleepily, closing his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Me too, cub." Raditz nuzzled the spiky ebony locks, before sighing in contentment. He could hear Turles snoring lightly, and he didn't wish to disturb him by talking anymore. Life couldn't be any more perfect than this, he thought with a smile.

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