Tarrok waited while the two of them talked, patiently. Daikon definitely got "grumpy face", as it had been termed, from him. Genetics were a funny thing like that. Sage and Daikon were so much them and their own it was stunning.<br/><br/>Sage was hurrying with the shower, for what it mattered. They could hear running water from the hallway, rushing down the pipes. Longest part was cleaning out that long, black hair of hers. The saiyan-human-cat hybrid enjoyed it as it was too much to simply trim it down.<br/><br/>When Daikon was ready, Tarrok just held out a hand. Put a finger to his forehead and concentrated. Without so much as a pop or a whisper, they were off.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>And they were in Rodina, one of the more fashionable and well off areas. Tarrok had aimed for a nice, out of the way spot. Nobody had really noticed the father and son appear out of nowhere. After his first few times just teleporting into urban zones, he'd learned it was actually pretty shocking to the normal people.<br/><br/>Tarrok took a second to look at his son. Make sure he wasn't sick again, though he bounced too fast for that to be a real concern. Ahead, the bookstore was plainly visible. Several stories of brick and well stocked windows of stories, catalogues, textbooks and more. It looked like the scholarly equivalent of a treasure trove, bright and inviting.