Tarrok waited a moment, letting the dust and smoke settle. Let his minds eye scan over the impromptu battlefield. Needed to be certain this was finished, that they were dead. Didn't need to be struck from behind all of a sudden.<br/><br/>The golden light subsided as he came down from the Super Saiyan state. Air shifted again, like it had been pushed away and only now rushing back in. Held back by the weight of his self, wielded out of his body. Then he turned back, to his firstborn son.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Its okay, we'll go get mommy."</span>Tarrok soothed, gathering Daikon up into his arms. Held him close, all the anger gone and paternal worry taking precedence. Didn't so much spare a glance for his sister.<br/><br/>Didn't need to look to guess that hit gave the boy a concussion. Still, if they were to find Aiko and Sage in time, he needed to Zero Shift. So he extended his energy and touched it to him, like shoring up a cracked wall with fresh clay. Not a Spirit Link, this was only a one way connection. Not nearly as potent as a full link, but it didn't need to be. Daikon might not be able to handle a two-way at his age just yet, anyways.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Naasu, grab my shoulder or I'm leaving you behind."</span>Tarrok said. Grabbed Daikon's books while he had the second free.