Naasu taking a hit didn't elicit much ire from Tarrok. Starting with, her tanking hits for the child was what she was supposed to be doing. Second, he hated his "sister" as much as one could hate someone without attempted murder. Daikon falling down, however, invoked an instant and terrible change.<br/><br/>Daikon would have heard a roar, a curse, more of a sound than an actual statement. Then his father swooping in, grabbing the other saiyan. Swung him down into the dirt hard enough he would have heard a snap. That wasn't enough, apparently, for striking Tarrok's firstborn.<br/><br/>Next, Tarrok flung the offending thug upwards into the air. Cupped his hands together, the interior glowing like a miniature star. The Galick Gun fired, simply burning away the thrown assailant. The beam seemed to extend forever, beyond visible sight.<br/><br/>Then, Tarrok rolled his shoulders and brought the beam to bear down. Swept it across the remainder of the hit squad. Just to burn them away, like ants beneath a magnifying glass. A torrent of heat and light, like a river, leaving ashes and bubbling asphalt in its passing.