Naasu took a blast to the back, launching her several feet forward and to the ground. She grunted before darkness took her. Daikon found himself also on the ground with a nice gash in his leg from a rock. He scooted himself out the rest of the way from under his aunt. Looking up, a Saiyan was walking slowly towards the boy, cracking his knuckles with a wide grin across his face. Nursing his cut, Daikon quickly tried to figure out what to do.<br/><br/>Naasu was out cold, a small trickle of blood coming from a cut on her forehead. His father was busy fighting the other. The only option he had was to fight back, right? Taking a deep breath, he stood shakily. Those eyes focused though as they looked at the much larger man. All these years of defending himself from Sage had to have some use. They had to if he was to make it out of here okay. He extended his claws when the large warrior was almost upon him. Quickly getting into a stance, he let out a guttural growl in warning. Sure, he wasn't nearly as physically strong, but he was fast. Just like his mom.<br/><br/>Putting Aiko in the front of his mind, Daikon pounced. His claws tore into skin like nothing. They still retained some of their baby sharpness. This was definitely to his advantage. The man roared in rage as he swung out to strike the preteen. He barely dodged the punches, his head pounding in pain from his injury the night before. His claws then went for the eyes. That was when he felt a sudden uprising of energy course through his whole body. He crumpled to the ground almost instantly.