Sage only giggled, manically and proudly at that.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/>Tarrok felt his heart sink a little further. Just because he could teleport anywhere he wanted didn't mean he could always be there. He'd justified it before, telling himself his work would be done as soon as possible. That he'd spent good time with his son, before and in between the matches.<br/><br/>Still had a lot to learn.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Daikon, you remember what I've told you about the people I come from? The Saiyans? How they're some of the toughest, meanest fighters in the known universe? Part I've never gone into is why I left them behind like I did. Yeah, sure, they were powerful and still are, will be centuries from now."<br/><br/>"Problem is, thats all they got to themselves. All the tech they use, the armor and the pods, are hand-me-downs, stolen or bought. They don't build anything, and they don't understand how any of it works. They can't sit down, make plans, even get some basic agriculture going without half of them wandering off for a cheap thrill."<br/><br/>"Sure they got strength, but they can't change a thing about who they are or where they find themselves. They'll always be bandits and mercenaries. They got no purpose to all that power, so whats the point of it? It just gets thrown around for the sake of throwing it around."<br/><br/>"All it takes is someone making a choice to make things better. You're the son of a long gone planet, who gets to choose something more than hurting people for a living. You'll change lives just by being here, by being you. You've already changed mine."</span><br/><br/>Gently, he rubbed his sons back, holding him close. Daikon, and his sisters now, were the most precious things in his life.