Well, that was certainly an interesting question Sage threw at her. Rhona actually looked stunned for the first time in a long time. She didn't really know how to answer the question. She thought about it for a minute. Then she had to decide how to say it to a ten year old.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver">"Well, I would have to imagine it would be because you take a bit more after your father."</span>This was mostly guessing and basic genetics.<span style="color: silver">"Daikon takes after your mother in appearance while you, despite being short, take after your Saiyan father,"</span>Rhona said, trying to sound less scientific.<span style="color: silver">"You do not need feline ears, Sage. You are perfect the way you are."</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Daikon just held onto his father as if his life depended on it. He wasn't strong like his dad or Sage. He wasn't all that agile like his mom. He was just smart, really smart. These kinds of horrors were something he wished he never had to see. Daikon was sure he never wanted to see them again.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"How did y-you hand-dle it?"</span>he asked, genuinely interested.<br/><br/>It wasn't everyday you saw your father kill several people. He understood why it needed to be done, but still.