The younger of the two siblings wasn't far behind her brother. He was sometimes a little faster, taking after their mother and having longer strides. Not that she was slow by any measurement of the term. Sometimes it was hard for her parents to keep an eye on the bundle of energy.<br/><br/>Sage let out a little whiney sound at being ordered to shower after. As necessary as it was, she was still ten years old. Not wanting to do necessary cleaning up was what they did. Especially if they had fun things to do on the brain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sage."</span>Tarrok gave her a look that told her to agree with her mother. Sat himself down where he always did, both his kids in reach. Best place to be if they ever started horsing around. Gave Daikon a little pat as he sat in his place, too, then Sage.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Fiiiiine."</span>Sage complied, pouting just a little. Propped up her cheek in one palm and waited for mommy to finish with food. Her saiyan blood meant that she could take in just hilarious amounts of meat in an instant. Plus, she had very good smells and could pick out so many tempting little details from the air.