The twelve year old had definitely looked better. He brushed some dirt from his face, blinking rapidly. Yep, definitely had a small concussion. There was a small whimper from the cat eared boy as he was helped up. He spit out some blood into the dirt before giving his sister a nasty glare.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"You shouted, 'Look what I can do, jerk ass!', pulled it out of the ground and hit me before I could react!"</span>He was clearly mad.<span style="color: seagreen">"Aren't girls supposed to be nice and stuff?!"</span><br/><br/>Sure, his mother was, but it was obvious that his kid sister took more of the Saiyan genes than he did. He just gingerly looped an arm around his dad's middle, his head reaching the tall Saiyan's shoulder. Reappearing back home only made him feel sick to his stomach. Daikon grew pale and clammy as he sat down. Next thing he knew, he was throwing up, his head in his hands.<br/><br/>Aiko was about to greet her daughter when she noticed her son throwing up on the earthen floor.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"What happened?!"</span>Mother mode activated.<br/><br/>It wasn't like Aiko didn't expect a little rowdy. She had half Saiyan children. It was sort of a given. There were just times that she wished they were a little more quiet and less likely to kill each other before they turned sixteen. The feline grabbed the trashcan, hurrying over to her son as he started to throw up again. It wasn't common for her to get mad. It was clear by the way her tail twitched that the woman was furious. She looked over to Sage.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"If I don't get a clear answer in the next thirty seconds, you're going to wish your father was the one to punish you."</span>