The air popped and slammed out of the way as something arrived instantaneously. Where once was nothing now stood a man, a saiyan, tan and white haired. Dressed in loose, comfortable clothes of an old design recently brought back to life. Iron bracers wrapped his wrists, the only visible armor on his person anymore.<br/><br/>Tarrok lowered down into the canyon, now as familiar to him as the back of his hand. If you'd told him he'd settle down on Eden, he'd have smacked you a decade or two ago. First because he couldn't imagine settling all that well. Second because Eden was a third rate human world of all places.<br/><br/>But he had good company, and better reason, now than then. The saiyan walked the trail, preferring not to fly this last bit. He'd chosen this particular location because it was difficult to find. Difficult to even see unless you knew it was there all along.<br/><br/>His families safety came first, above all things. Tarrok stepped up to the portal carved into one of the rock walls, a plasteel door set into its face. Thumbed the toggle and opened into his home. Their home, on second thought, actually.<br/><br/>It was a mix of old and new ideas and technology levels. The initial dwelling he'd carved out of the rock, like the old saiyans did. Then, slowly but surely, they'd added modern conveniences inside. Even brought in his old gravity training chamber from the Lady. Entrance was more rock, with woven rugs on the floor and trinkets on the walls. It was a comfortable space, the sort you could relax on an old wooden chair and waste a few hours.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I'm home."</span>Tarrok called.