Sage let out a laugh of assured victory, eyes lighting up as she realized her gambit had worked. She didn't even mind the playful bonk so much. She grinned up at her mother, a sly stinker of a grin. Then she got nabbed up into that big maternal hug.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Noooo."</span>Sage whined, flailing her arms in protest. A small rumble rose up from her chest, a small feline purr. Not that she could acknowledge this, of course. Tough saiyans did not purr, of that she was reasonably certain enough to be petulant.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Tarrok hugged back, drawing his son close with one big arm. Just smiled as he felt the smaller, lankier body embraced against his own. Smiled the sort of big, warm smile he couldn't have managed a decade ago. Having a family had changed the saiyan, and for the better.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Flying through cold, empty space in a pressurized can isn't as engaging as it sounds."</span>Tarrok agreed. As critical it was of his old profession, he never liked being stuck in long space voyages. The saiyan scanned the nearest aisle for something, and pulled one particular book off the shelf.<span style="color: #0080FF">"How about this?"</span>