Sage made a small, affirmative sound as mommy gave her a hug. Getting that angry never happened before, not in her life. Short as it was, it was something she didn't want to see too often. Her tail loosed from her ankle, a little more at ease now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"She's right about that."</span>Tarrok agreed. Even for saiyan children, it was getting to a point he had to put his foot down. Not to mention how destructive pointless in-fighting was to a group. They had centuries of proof of that, thanks to his people.<br/><br/>Tarrok made sure Daikon was steady on his feet. Helped him wash his hands, made sure he remembered to clean his mouth out. It was all germy right now after all. Kissed him on the head, told him to head to the table while he set aside the garbage.<br/><br/>Sage was a little more subdued when she got to the table. Yeah, she knew she fucked up and was watching herself a little. It was probably for the best she always sat on the far end of the table. Tarrok and Aiko at either side of Daikon, just in case he felt sick.