<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I'm glad you didn't. I'm afraid I would be nothing as I am now."</span><br/><br/>Color rose in her cheeks when she realized how he held her. Her eyes looked deeply into his. One of her hands rose up to gently touch his cheek, her thumb running over his lips. A smile had formed on her lips. She leaned up to gently capture his lips with her own. Nothing in the world felt so right at this moment. The world needed to pause. Aiko never wanted to move on from this second, this moment with him. Yet, she had to break away. Aiko opened her eyes, locking them onto his. Her thumb gently rubbed the rough skin of his cheek.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I am forever happy to call you my own,"</span>said the feline.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Will you stay beside me to catch me if I fall?"</span><br/><br/>It was almost as if she was prying for simple words that she knew he wouldn't say. His fear of being what he was was not unknown to her. Aiko knew how much he hated and resented his race and the history they held. Tarrok wasn't a thing like the stories he had told. There was no way she could ever believe that all Saiyans were these bloodthirsty monsters. You didn't gain a soul from taking the lives of others.<br/><br/>That amazing soul that she held dear to her heart.