<span style="color: #0080FF">"Sure, that would work just as fine. Thinking we could just stretch it out some, at least for storage. Kid eats them up like they're candy."</span>Tarrok smiled, all paternal pride. He might have been a saiyan and fighting was his life, yes, but that only went so far.<br/><br/>He'd be proud of his children no matter what path they wanted to take. The universe needed more healers, more people willing to learn. Daikon would be one of those people who would change things for centuries. He knew it, in his bones and in his blood.<br/><br/>As she nuzzled, his hands drifted to her back. Held her close, stroked her head gently. One part of his brain was planning out where things would go. Most of it was still here and now, with his wife who'd given him so much.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Daikon would probably hear her before he saw her. Smell her, too, all chemical clean from washing earlier. Wild black hair, then a pair of eyes poking over the edge of his bed. Big, curious blinkers, just a shade lighter than her mothers eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Watcha readin'?"</span>