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Chapter 5 - 5. Raditz Fury

Chapter 5: Raditz's Fury

Age 756 - Nineteen Years Later

A low growl rumbled deep in Kakarot's chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated through the taut, straining muscles of the woman wrapped around him. Sunlight, filtered through the grimy viewport of his small, nondescript quarters on some forgotten Frieza Force outpost, cast long shadows across their entangled forms. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and a faint, metallic tang that always seemed to cling to Lara.

Lara, a stunning specimen of a bluish-skinned humanoid alien, arched her back, her own moans echoing his. Her skin, the color of a twilight ocean, shimmered with perspiration, slick against Kakarot's own tanned, powerful frame. Her breasts, full and round, with dark, prominent nipples, bounced with each thrust, each gasp. Kakarot held her hips in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass, driving deep, harder, faster.

"Oh, Kakarot… harder," Lara gasped, her voice hoarse, her head thrown back against the pillow. Her long, black hair, streaked with iridescent blue, fanned out around her face, framing eyes that were now half-lidded, glazed with desire. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, drawing him even deeper into her hot, wet core, a greedy suction that made his cock throb with delicious anticipation.

"Gods, Lara, you feel so good," Kakarot grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against hers, tasting the salt of her skin, the raw hunger in her kiss. He could feel every ripple and contraction of her internal muscles milking him, every nerve ending screaming. His hips hammered against hers with primal intensity, a rhythm that had become intimately familiar over the sporadic years of their clandestine encounters. He watched her face, the way her lips parted to let out a whimpering cry of pleasure, the flush that spread across her chest, the way her azure skin almost seemed to glow in the dim light. Her breasts, still heaving, were a mesmerizing sight, her nipples taut and dark, begging for more touch, more attention. He wanted to bite them, suck them, but now was not the time. Now was for this, for the exquisite agony of being on the brink.

He felt the familiar build-up, a fiery surge gathering at the base of his spine, threatening to erupt. He pulled back slightly, just enough to gaze at her, to see the desperation in her eyes, before plunging back in with a final, guttural roar. His body tensed, every muscle coiling, and then, with a shudder that rocked them both, he released. A hot, thick gush poured into her, filling her completely, a wave of pure, exquisite bliss washing over him, making his knees tremble. He collapsed onto her, chest heaving, his weight pinning her to the bed, his dick still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last few throbs of his release.

Lara cried out, a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion, her body quaking beneath his. She held him just as tightly, her fingers digging into his back, her lips pulling into a soft smile as she felt the warm flood within her. "Fuck, Kakarot," she whispered, her voice still breathy, "That was… that was incredible."

He stayed there for a long moment, simply breathing, the primal rush slowly receding. Eventually, he shifted, pulling out of her with a soft, squelching sound that still sent a shiver down his spine. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she lay curled against his side, her head resting on his shoulder, one leg draped over his. Her blue skin, still slick with sweat and his own fluids, felt cool against his. Her breasts, now slack but still inviting, pressed against his arm. He idly stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands.

"Always is with you, Lara," Kakarot mumbled, his voice a low rumble of contentment. He stretched, a lazy, languid movement that spoke of deep satisfaction. "You always know how to make me forget… everything else."

Lara chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Good. That's the point, isn't it?" She traced patterns on his chest with her finger, her touch light and teasing. "You'd think after all these years of being stuck out in the galactic boonies, we'd get tired of it. But nope. Still sparks, huh?"

"More than sparks," he corrected, nuzzling her hair. "It's like… a meteor shower. A really loud, messy, awesome meteor shower."

She laughed again, a genuine sound of amusement. "You always have a way with words, Kakarot. Primitive, but effective." She paused, then her tone shifted, becoming a little more serious, a little more curious. "Speaking of galactic boonies… you ever actually meet him? Lord Frieza?"

Kakarot's eyes drifted to the ceiling, a distant look in them. "Frieza? Yeah, a few times. When I was younger, mostly. My brother, Raditz, he was always dragging me along to these big Imperial gatherings, or when Vegeta would get summoned to give a report. Frieza would be there, sitting on his hover-chair, looking all… regal and terrifying. It's been ages since I've actually seen him face-to-face, though. He usually deals with Vegeta and Nappa directly now." He shrugged, a casual gesture. "He's got a presence, I'll give him that. Even just being in the same room. The air gets… cold. Like he sucks the warmth right out of it."

Lara shivered, despite the warmth of their entangled bodies. "I can only imagine. I've only ever seen his holograms, or heard the stories. You know, from the other soldiers. The ones who swear they've stood near him. To think, you were actually there." There was a hint of awe in her voice, a stark contrast to Kakarot's nonchalant demeanor. "And the Ginyu Force? Those freaks?"

Kakarot snorted, a laugh rumbling in his chest. "Oh, them? Yeah, definitely met them. More times than I care to count. Recoome, Burter, Jeice… pretty much all of them. Guldo, too. He's still a whiny little bitch, even after all these years. Used to make fun of him when I was a kid, apparently. Raditz still brings it up, how I traumatized the guy." He chuckled, clearly amused by the memory. "Bunch of flamboyant idiots, if you ask me. Strong, I guess, but I always thought they were more for show than anything else."

"You've seen so much," Lara said wistfully. "Being a Saiyan… it really gives you access, doesn't it? To the inner circles. To the real power." Her fingers started tracing new patterns, less teasing, more contemplative. "Me? I'm just a comms tech. I see the readouts, I hear the orders, but I never get to go anywhere important. Never get to meet anyone important. Just… process data. And I'm certainly not a fighter. Not like you. Or your brother, or the Prince."

"Eh, it's not all it's cracked up to be," Kakarot said, a hint of his characteristic laxness in his voice. "All that 'inner circle' stuff just means more rules, more ass-kissing. Not really my style, you know? I'd rather be doing… this." He squeezed her hip gently. "Or finding a good meal. Or just sleeping in. All the glory and power just seems like a lot of extra work to me."

Lara looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes wide. "You really are something else, Kakarot. Most Saiyans I've even heard about are just obsessed with fighting, with power, with proving themselves. You… you just seem to want to chill."

"Well, someone's gotta balance things out, right?" he mused. "Besides, I'm the weakest of the four Saiyans left. Always have been. Raditz, Nappa, Vegeta… they're all way stronger than me. So, no pressure, really. I just do what I'm told, mostly, punch things when they tell me to punch things, and try not to get yelled at too much." He grinned. "It works for me. Keeps the expectations low."

"And keeps you coming back to me, whenever you're stationed planetside for long enough," Lara purred, her finger trailing lower, circling his navel. "This… this is nice. Just us. No missions, no Frieza Force regulations, no ambitious Saiyan brothers breathing down your neck."

Kakarot sighed contentedly. "Yeah. Nice and casual. Just how I like it. No strings, no drama. Just… good times. And good sex."

"Agreed," Lara murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Though speaking of ambitious Saiyan brothers… shouldn't you be… somewhere?"

Kakarot feigned a look of mock horror. "Oh, right! The mission! With Raditz! Damn, almost forgot." He rolled his eyes. "He's going to be absolutely furious. Again. This must be the third time this cycle I've been late. He acts like the world is going to end if we're not exactly on schedule. It's just some scouting run, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is it's an order from Prince Vegeta. And Raditz lives to follow those orders," Lara said, a wry smile on her face. "He's probably already pacing a hole in the shuttle bay floor."

Just as she finished the sentence, the door to Kakarot's spartan quarters hissed open with an angry, violent thud that echoed through the room. A tall, imposing figure filled the doorway, his long, spiky black hair a wild mane around his face, his battle armor gleaming. It was Raditz, his face a mask of barely contained fury, his scouter glowing ominously.

"Kakarot, you lazy, good-for-nothing piece of Saiyan trash!" Raditz roared, his voice shaking the very walls. His eyes, dark and piercing, swept over the scene – the rumpled bed, the two naked bodies, Lara's blue skin pressed intimately against his brother's. His face went from furious to apoplectic. "What in the hell are you still doing in bed?! And with her?! We were supposed to be out of here hours ago! Hours! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're going to get us into with Vegeta?!"

Kakarot, still completely unbothered, merely pushed himself up onto his elbows, stretching languidly. He shielded Lara from Raditz's glare with his body as best he could, though her face was already pale with fear. "Relax, big brother. What's the rush? It's just a Grade-C planet scouting run. It'll still be there in an hour, I promise." He even managed a casual, infuriating yawn.

"What's the rush?!" Raditz thundered, stomping further into the room, his power level flaring with barely suppressed rage. "The rush is called orders, Kakarot! Orders from Prince Vegeta! The Prince doesn't like to be kept waiting! And Nappa certainly doesn't like to hear excuses from me about your incompetence!" He gestured wildly. "Get up! Get dressed! We should have been gone by now! Don't you ever take anything seriously?!"

Kakarot just smirked, a lazy, insouciant grin that somehow managed to make Raditz's blood pressure spike even higher. "Oh, don't worry, Raditz. I'm pretty sure Vegeta and Nappa have bigger things to worry about than us being a little late. Besides, you're his personal little puppy, aren't you? Always on time, always wagging your tail. Just tell him I had a… personal emergency." He winked. "He'll understand."

That was it. The last straw. Raditz froze, his eyes narrowing to slits, a dangerous growl emanating from deep within his throat. "Puppy? You call me a puppy? For the Prince? You little runt, you think you're so clever, don't you? Always shirking your duties, always making jokes, acting like nothing matters!"

Before Kakarot could even react, Raditz was on him. A blur of movement, a fist like an iron hammer, slammed into Kakarot's jaw. The blow was powerful, designed to inflict pain, not necessarily to knock him out right away, but to make him feel it. Kakarot reeled back, a surprised grunt escaping him, his head snapping to the side as he hit the headboard.

"Get up! Get the fuck up, you pathetic excuse for a Saiyan!" Raditz roared, grabbing Kakarot by the hair and yanking him off the bed, his bare body exposed and vulnerable. Another punch, this one to the gut, winded Kakarot, forcing the air out of his lungs in a painful gasp.

"Raditz, stop! You'll kill him!" Lara screamed, her voice filled with terror. She scrambled off the bed, completely naked, her blue skin stark against the white sheets. She threw herself between the two brothers, her arms outstretched, her eyes pleading. "Please! He's just… he's just lax! It's who he is! Don't hurt him!"

Raditz's eyes, burning with a cold, ruthless fury, barely registered her. To him, she was an annoyance, a fleshy obstacle in his path. He didn't even slow his attack. His hand, glowing with a faint, deadly energy, lashed out, not at Kakarot, but at Lara. It wasn't a full power blast, but it was brutal enough. The energy struck her squarely in the chest, just above her prominent breasts, a sickening, dull thud accompanying the impact.

Lara cried out, a guttural sound of agony and shock. Her body convulsed, a jolt of raw pain shooting through her. A searing burn spread across her chest as the raw force of the blow hit her, her eyes widening in disbelief and then glazing over with pain. She staggered backward, clutching her chest, her legs giving out from under her. A thin wisp of smoke curled off her skin where she'd been hit, and a dark, angry bruise was already forming, purpling her blue flesh. She collapsed onto the floor, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her eyes rolling back into her head as unconsciousness claimed her.

For a moment, Kakarot just stared, his mind struggling to process what he'd just witnessed. His brother, his own flesh and blood, had just struck down an unarmed, non-combative woman. Lara. His Lara. The woman he'd just been inside of, who had been laughing in his arms moments before.

Then, something inside Kakarot snapped. The easy-going, lax demeanor shattered, replaced by an inferno of pure, unadulterated rage. His eyes, usually warm and mischievous, turned cold and hard, glowing with a terrifying intensity. His body, which had been taking Raditz's blows with a resigned shrug, now vibrated with raw, unleashed power.

"You… you bastard!" Kakarot snarled, a low, guttural growl that was utterly unlike his usual voice. His muscles visibly tensed, crackling with an unseen energy. "You hit her! You fucking hit her!"

He launched himself at Raditz, a wild, visceral scream tearing from his throat. All thoughts of strategy, of caution, were gone. It was pure, instinctual fury. He aimed a furious punch at Raditz's face, a blow born of pure, unadulterated hatred.

But Raditz was ready. He had expected Kakarot to finally react, to fight back. He simply sidestepped Kakarot's wild lunge, a sneer twisting his lips. "Oh, finally showing some Saiyan spirit, Kakarot? Took you long enough. And all over a weakling? How pathetic."

Kakarot's fist whistled past Raditz's ear. Before he could recover, Raditz countered with brutal efficiency. A quick, sharp kick to Kakarot's knee sent him stumbling, throwing him off balance. Then, a lightning-fast elbow strike to the back of Kakarot's neck, a precise, calculated blow that sent searing pain through his spine. Kakarot cried out, collapsing to his knees, his vision swimming.

Raditz grabbed Kakarot by his spiky hair once more, yanking his head up so their eyes met. His face was cold, devoid of any warmth or familial affection. "Don't you understand, Kakarot? This is why you're the weakest. Always getting distracted by these… these toys. These pathetic, squishy creatures who can't even handle a glancing blow. They're nothing. Don't worry about her. She'll live. Probably." He scoffed, his gaze sweeping over Lara's unconscious form with utter disdain. "She's just a civilian, a tech drone. What does she matter? There are countless more like her in the galaxy. You have a mission, Kakarot! A mission for Lord Frieza! For Prince Vegeta! Grow the fuck up and act like a warrior, not some lovesick fool!"

He released Kakarot's hair, letting his head drop back with a thud. Kakarot lay there, bruised and beaten, his body aching, but his eyes still burning with impotent fury. He glared at Raditz, at his brother, who stood over him like a colossus, radiating power and contempt. Raditz was right. He was stronger. Far stronger. And Kakarot, for all his rage, couldn't do a damn thing about it. Not now. Not yet.

"Get dressed," Raditz commanded, his voice now colder, more controlled, the storm of his anger having subsided into a chilling resolve. "And if you dare be late again, if you ever let a meaningless distraction like this interfere with a mission ever again, I won't just wound your little plaything. I'll make sure you witness her final, agonizing moments before I personally crush your skull. Do you understand, Kakarot?"

Kakarot said nothing, only glared, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack. He hated Raditz in that moment, hated him with a burning intensity he hadn't thought himself capable of. He hated him for his cruelty, his arrogance, and for the utterly casual manner in which he dismissed Lara's life. But most of all, he hated him for being right. For being stronger.

Raditz seemed to take Kakarot's silence as a form of acceptance. He turned, sparing one last contemptuous glance at Lara's still form, before striding out of the room, the door hissing shut behind him, leaving Kakarot alone with the wreckage of his morning, and the unconscious woman who lay bleeding on his floor.

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