Aiko couldn't help but to giggle and grin. Sure, he was a Saiyan. That didn't mean he had some sort of tastes. She knew he could cook for himself and he wasn't bad. It just seemed like the right thing to do in the feline's mind. Either that or she was programmed to do so. Sometimes it was hard for her to figure out what it was she loved to do and what it was that she was made to do. Perhaps cooking and cleaning was a bit of both. If she didn't feel like doing it, Aiko was sure she wouldn't do it. Right?<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"So, this place is amazing. The smells, the air, the feel. I think I could be happy here forever,"</span>she whispered when she came up for hair from his lips.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"What do you want to do in the future when you don't have to fight anymore? Settle down? Kids?"</span><br/><br/>It might have been Aiko's way of figuring out what he wanted out of life. He surely didn't want to continue to fight all the time. Even she did not want to sit and cook and clean for people in the future. Certainly for a family, but not a rag tag team of people that lived for nothing but money. Her brown eyes looked thoughtfully into his eyes as her arms looped around his neck gently.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I think I would like to figure out how to have a family one day. There has to be a way I could, right?"</span>