<span style="color: #0080FF">"Aiko, you'd need an army to get between us right now. Pretty sure they wouldn't last very long at that, too."</span>Tarrok joked. He couldn't make any claims to being infallible, but if anything happened? The saiyan would burn this star system to cinders to ensure her safety.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I'd do anything to keep you safe, Aiko. Anything to keep that smile on your face." </span>He whispered. For better or for worse, Aiko was close as kin to him. Actually, amend that. Tarrok was certain this was for the better without a doubt.<br/><br/>The mercenary had lived a long time in the shadow of his ancestors. Fighting wasn't anything wrong to him, don't mistake that. But the rampant stupidity, the pointless hubris and the egomania had long since killed any faith in his people. It certainly had done a number on his own sense of self worth.<br/><br/>With her, though, that weight was so much lighter. The hybrids gentle body against his own said he was worth far more than those old mistakes. Tarroks lips met hers, sweet and tender, and he could forget all his failures. Strong hands slipped around her diminutive shoulders, and all that mattered was her.