>>6143249“I was hoping that you would stay, at least for a little while.” you reply, reaching over and placing your hand on your daughter's shoulder and giving her a smile. “After all, it's partly thanks to you that this city even happened, I was hoping you'd come back to me.”
Then, turning your focus to the other woman, whose cheeks are a bit flushed continue speaking.
“Of course, you're welcome to stay with her as well, whenever the two of you want to come over and take a retreat from your world.” you tell the blonde, who looks surprised at your offer. “I know it's difficult to leave your home behind, but feel free to stay whenever you wish.”
“I-uhh, th-thank you.” she says, giving you a surprisingly deep bow. You nod back, turning your focus on your daughter.
“Feel free to stay as long or as often as you want, this is your home too.” you tell her, then turn to Maza. “Hey, Maza. First responsibility, is finding a place for them to stay, just the two of them. I know we have more housing than people, there's enough beds to sit almost our entire population here. This'll be your first official duty.”
“Yes sir!” your son replies, snapping a crisp Saiyan salute before taking off, sprinting up the steps of the administrative building. No doubt to secure one of the datapads with the records on them, to find an open building. That done, you then pat Milha on the shoulder once more, turning as you hear someone calling your name. Emerging from the restaurant is none other than Silver himself, the older man hobbling along on his crutch.
“So. What did'ja think?” he asks you, pointing over his shoulder with his right thumb at the restaurant behind him. “How'd those kids do?”
“How'd they do? I think if you don't stay on top of your game, those two'll surpass you before much longer.” you say in a joking tone, a smile coming to Silver's eyes as his mouth twitches upwards. “So, how does it feel? To have your students coming close to surpassing you?”
“Tryin' to prepare for the future, aye?” he replies, with a chuckle, you walking with him and the rest of your family back to your ship across the city. “Feels... Good. Knowin' I taught 'em all I know, everythin' I've got and turned 'em loose, feels good.”
“I get that feeling.” you reply, thinking of your oldest three, how they've all moved out and on as well. Forming families of their own, or at least attempting to, establishing themselves out on their own worlds or chunks of space. “They're all growing up.”
“Aye.” he responds, you two walking back the rest of the way in silence. You thinking on your other children, wondering what the rest of them will go on to do.
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