Eventually, Sage burnt out on protesting the maternal affections. Her flailing turned into a snug little mother and daughter hug. Perhaps a bit reluctantly, but it was still a hug nonetheless. The fact her purring didn't stop was probably telling of her real opinion on the matter.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"How much longer 'til we get their, mommy?" </span>Sage asked. Children had such short attention spans sometimes, and Sage was not exactly the most patient child. She glanced once down at the fish, swimming along in the stream peacefully. Dismissed them as food, though, since their was just so little meat on them in the first place.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Daikon could almost be unnerving with how ahead of things he could be. Even telling him the short version of how they'd met, how him and Aiko had come together was enough. Just a five minute version had been enough for him to work out nuances, likely developments and so on. Though the whole Aiko being completely smitten with the saiyan thing was, to be fair, one of the most obvious points.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You know we're proud of you, no matter what, right?"</span>Tarrok asked.<span style="color: #0080FF">"No matter how many times it seems like Sage gets all the attention. Having a son even half as smart as you would have been a miracle. Your the first person in centuries to have saiyan blood in you and to be this ferociously smart. You'll change the world just by being part of it."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"And I'm sorry if I don't say that as often as I should."</span>