Tarrok caught on fast enough at the little hop. It was honestly so adorable he let out a small laugh. Given this was a saiyan, that was kind of impressive. Laughing saiyans were typically atop mountains of bodies, not petting cute cat girls.<br/><br/>Slipping his arms around her, he gave her a lift up to his height. His lips found hers like they were meant to be with them. The saiyan let it linger, took the time to enjoy the moment. Just him and her, the only things on the ship.<br/><br/>Aiko's body felt like nothing else before. Warm and soft and so alive, he could feel every little breath she took. The smell of her, a mixture of scented washes and silks. Nothing else would ever come close, not to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"What, you think being made makes you any less a person?"</span>Tarrok asked, when they finally came up for air.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "I've known some awful people with a whole lot of family behind them. Your not missing  anything that matters at all. Your an amazing person, forget the test tube."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I promise I can't get mad at you. Not truly angry. Annoyed with leaving dead mice in my bathroom, maybe. But not really angry."</span>