Into the woods and through the trees...

[Turles]

It had taken him a while to adjust to the fact that he was without his tail. Mentally anyway. Physically, it was still difficult to get over. It helped to a point that he was stuck in a cell, out of the way of any potential harassment. But it also helped him gather his senses which were tainted with rage.

It only served to ease his ire when he sensed that his cohort had disappeared from Hell. 'Good, that means the little bastard succeeded. It shouldn't be long before I'm out as well then.'

So he waited.

And waited.

And...some more waiting.

Now Turles was starting to feel something was not quite right. He proceeded to grind his teeth furiously. What the hell was that moron doing? If he had any inkling of what was good for him, he would get a move on his resurrection. For a brief moment, he even wondered if there had only been so much extract but Turles knew there had been more then enough to revive at least two people. There was the vague possibility that Raditz might have been interrupted by Earth's defenders. That was remotely possible though it would be a likely outcome to see the idiot come back. The idea didn't make him any less angry.

So for a bit he huffed and kicked around some leftover skull in the cell. There was no back-up plan, it had all hinged on Raditz not being a damned failure. He growled ferally. He might as well stay in the cell, so he wouldn't wind up running into Selypa and the other grunts who would realize he was stuck there like the rest of them. But that would be running away and he hated that just as much. Snarling, he punched the wall, leaving a small crater. Bardock never had to worry about this nonsense, every damn thing went his way after all. Now if Turles had learned of his recent good fortune, well, that would have sent his mood to the pits with no return in sight.

For a little while longer, he continued his furious brooding before he began to notice an odd sensation sweeping over him. Looking down at his hands, he watched as his soul's form began to become increasingly transparent. Now that was more fucking like it! Turles closed his eyes, smirking grimly as he chuckled. He was going to knock the little bastard's lights out for taking so long and making him worried...

In the tank, Turles's burly form finally finished materializing, tail and all. The Saiya-jin took a moment to let his senses adjust while he flexed his muscles all over for a brief function test. Everything seemed to be in working order. With that done and his power , he rapidly rose to his feet and pushed the lid above his head open to growl menacingly at the laboratory and whatever occupant was waiting for him. He blinked, not seeing another towering Saiya-jin in sight and his head jerked down to check below. What was there was actually a surprise to him.

"...Razburi?"

The surprise diminished quickly actually. Razburi was always one for survival. Why else would she have gone along and dealt with a Saiya-jin like himself in the first place? And Earth's inhabitants were flies at best. They weren't a particular threat, especially to someone as cunning and headstrong as the little Tuffle woman. His smirk went from condescending to one of some remote fondness. And it was heartening to see she was loyal, since apparently she had been the one to come back and revive him. But why the hell had it taken so damned long? That would be a question for another time.

"Where is that moron, Raditz? Did he leave here immediately after he was brought back to life?" Turles wanted to know, so he could figure how badly he had to pulverize the whelp. Shaking off the remnants of the extract, the nude Saiya-jin finished climbing out of the tank. His nose scrunched up, noticing the stench as he surveyed the wrecked lab. Everything ruined. There were some obvious signs that stuff had been looted as well. He sneered, turning his head to look at the open tray. His right eye began to twitch spastically. Even the seeds were gone!

The enraged Saiya-jins started to turn, then he faltered as he turned back. His mouth opened several times, wanting to roar and scream a long stream of obscenities but he was rendered quite speechless. All the while he had to maintain his power on the lowest setting, keeping it from spiking with his rage. His hands flew up to rub over his face in utter exasperation. This would not be easy in the slightest.

"I suppose you can't explain where you've been any better then what happened to my supplies...But let's hear it." The warlord was so used to bellowing at his normal flunkies and his opponents when he was mad, it was sometimes difficult maintaining a civil tone. But he needed it here if they were going to get anywhere.

[Razburi Puffe]

For a short second, Razburi had forgotten how big Saiyajins were. Especially Turles. Of course, he wasn't as big as some of the larger juggernauts, but the burly monkey was a sight to see nonetheless. She almost wanted to have a dirty laugh too, after looking him over. Tuffle men had nothing on Saiyajins as far as physical prowess, and Razburi left it at that.

So, he wanted an explanation...Well, blurting out how she had to deal with raising a half-Saiyajin, half-Tuffle child on an alien world after he was dumb enough to die would have been a nice, shock-inducing bombshell. But she would save that for when she showed him the reason. In fact, how she would show him would be downright amusing.

As for what happened to his supplies, she barely knew more then he did. But if she had to make an educated guess, she was pretty confident she knew who to blame.

"As for where I've been we'll cover that later on...As for what happened to your supples...I capsuled some of the equipment, including the one good healing tank. But the seeds were missing when I got here. I think one of the four power readings I noticed out here must have been revived in the tank and then one of them took the materials." Sentimental nonsense would come later, right now they had limited time and needed to head back out.

"While you get some shorts and armor on, I'll disable and load up the Extract Tank and we'll get out of here before whoever was here comes back. Possibly with reinforcements." The small Tuffle woman started to unlock the tank from the metal walls and store it's many cords into it's various storage bins before it too went into a storage capsule. She kept a mental checklist of what looked damaged that needed fixing. Once they were back home, she would set about working on the repairs since Turles would likely want it in working condition sooner rather than later.

[Turles]

Reinforcements, eh? So it seemed very likely that Raditz had joined with Earth's defenders. Or he was pretending to in order to protect himself in some way, whether from him or them. Who knew, Turles had never made a point to really understand what went on in the heads of his fellow monkeys.

With a low growl, he watched her work with the extract unit and the capsules. That was an interesting little trick, he would have to have her explain how those things worked later on and where she had attained them. They were likely an Earth product, which in itself was a strange mystery as the inhabitants of this mudball seemed barely capable of space travel yet they could work such wonders with such small items. Curious. Maybe it was because they worked so small, they didn't have the time or resources to work big.

Sighing, he turned away and stepped out of the laboratory to raid the nearby storage room. His brows knit together as he could feel what seemed to be a bug at his side, and ignored it until it felt like the wretched pest was burrowing into his skin. "Bah!" Like lightning, his hand swat at the spot just below his ribcage then grunted, drawing his hand back which was dotted with a smear of blood. It must have jumped just before he struck, which was impressive speed for such a minor pest. He was unaware that the small metal unit had broken through and took up a convenient hiding spot within his body. Huffing, Turles returned to rummaging for some armor. He drew on a similar suit to what he had died in.

Once dressed, he returned to the Tuffle woman, adjusting his gloves as he walked. "Bugs are annoying on this planet. On that note...I suppose until further notice, we're squating on this forsaken rock." Nevermind the fact she had already been doing so. There was no way to leave anyway and Turles had no desire to do so without the seeds he needed to grow more Trees of Might. "Are you done then? Let's go."

[Razburi Puffe]

"Yes, boss. I am done." She drawled, smirking up at him. "I managed to swipe a house capsule a long time ago and took up residence in some thick woods to the southwest. It's relatively close to a town I've been terrorizing to boot. So we can get most of our supplies from there."

When she meant supplies, she really meant food. Tomana had quite the appetite, but not nearly as epic in proportion to a Saiyajin of Turles's girth. Feeding him would be a tedious trial at first. At least the monkeys were quite skilled in adaptation and hunting. Soon enough, he would be able to forage copious amounts of fruit and natural vegetables, as well as bring in a daily beast. Earth didn't quite have the resources to fill up a planet's worth of the monkeys, she estimated that so many would really put pressure on the ecosystem for sure. Hopefully, they would not see anymore popping up for now.

After depositing the capsules into her bag and the seedlings and specimens that had not been swiped in proper storage units, she went with him out of the ship. Her scouter had yet to kick on with incoming life signals, so they were in luck.

"I know you like going fast, but it's in our better interest to keep our energy on the downlow incase someone can track us." Razburi smirked at him. She then tilted her head in the direction of where they would be going before taking to the air with the Saiyajin following. It would be a relatively short flight and as she lead the way, her smirk grew with eager anticipation.

Oh, Tomana was so going to freak.

Once they crossed over the little bit of mountain on the way and plains, they eventually came up to the dense woods. She dropped from the air several yards from the hidden house to continue the rest of the way on foot. "If you want, you can go ahead and go in, I'll be right behind you." It was so hard to hold back her laughter. This would be epic in it's hilarity, especially if her daughter did as she was told. She just hoped Turles didn't haul off and kill either of them for the stunt. That was always a possibility with him. "I made sure some food was ready for when we got back and I'm sure you're hungry..."

[Tomana-Mana]

True to her premonition, there was very little counterspace left in the kitchen, and the smell was tangible several hundred feet away from the house, perhaps more if one was downwind.

With the news that Razburi had given her, Tomana had found herself in a rare state: She was thoughtful, and rather somber. It didn't stop her from squeaking when flour exploded on her, or yelping when she dropped a rolling pin on her tail- Don't ask how she did that, you're better off not knowing- or working like a madhouse. In fact, the more she kept her hands busy, the more her mind was free... To think.

Tomana was twenty-two years old. By most accounts, that was a woman, and definitely an adult. She didn't act like it most of the time, but she was, and did have her moments. Right now was one of them. For every batch of dough she kneaded, for every layer of marzipan she rolled out to cut into decorative shapes, or for every batch of icing she stirred enthusiastically, a serious look remained in her eyes, her tail occasionally lashing.

And she tried to not cry the entire time. The idea of a father... It had seriously crossed her mind before, but she had never really thought about it. Who would? It had always just been her and her mother, and she couldn't imagine it any other way. Still, the thought that she had a father, but he was no more... It hit like her biggest boom-booms, and stung like a cake that was made out of salt, not sugar.

For the several hours, almost half a day, that her mother had been gone, Tomana had been listening to the thoughts whirling around in her mind. What would her father have been like? What were Saiyajin? Would he like her? Was he mean? Nice? Kind? A big butthead? Was he tall? Short? Fat? Skinny?

Would he be proud of her? Moon only knew she tried so hard to make her mom proud. How insane it would to try to impress another parent when you were a spastic monkey that fell asl-

Fifteen minutes later, she woke up, blinking several times. It took her a few minutes until she could move properly, but once she did, she cleaned up the drool from the floor, and began her clean-up. There had always been one major stipulation with her cooking: She had to clean it up. Oh, Tomana had grown very skilled at cleaning over the years. Especially when dough had a bad habit of finding it's way into every nook and cranny. And flour... Man, that stuff sucked to try to clean up when it exploded, as it so frequently did!

It was when she was in the middle of wiping the oven down that she paused, lifting her head as her tail went straight up. What the hell was that? It was a weird tingly feeling... And she honestly couldn't remember if she had felt it before.. The disadvantages of having the attention span of a goldfish apparently. Wait. Was that a thud? She blinked at the sound of something heavy dropping lightly. Did something fall outsid-

THATWASTHEFRONTDOOROPENING!

Stifling a squeal, the half-breed froze at the sounds of footsteps before she lunged for the giant wrench standing in the corner of the kitchen. Being so small and light, she didn't even make a sound as she lifted the heavy object. At some point, she had grabbed the wrench from her room to keep by her after her mother left, but hadn't really though she'd be needing it. Tilting her head, she listened, eyes widening. The footsteps were moving fast and they were almost to the kitchen! Scampering silently, any movements hidden by the sound of the dishwasher, she jumped onto the counter by the doorway, hidden by the fridge. Really, the only sound was that of a bell, since she hadn't taken the bell off of her tail from earlier. It caused her to glance at it in askance before she looked in panic around the fridge. A footstep too close caused her to duck behind the fridge, heart racing a thousand times a second.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! What do I do, what do I do?! THERE'S A STRANGER IN THE HOUSE! A STRANGER IN THE HOUSE! If it was mommy, she would have called out for me already! It's a STRANGER! Oh no, oh no, OH NO! Wait! Mommy told me what to do! Feeling her heart hammering in her chest, the monkey tightened her grip on the fridge, eyes on the floor as the shadow of a person stepped into the kitchen. Closer... Closer... Her heart was going a mile a minute! Closer... THERE! A HEAD OF BLACK HAIR! TARGET ACQUIRED, BITCHES!

"WHOTHEHELLAREYOUWHATAREYOUDOINGINMYHOME
GETOUTGETOUTMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTBADSTRANGERMYCAKES
BADSTRANGERMYCAKESDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE
DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!!!!" Tomana fucking shrieked as she lunged out, swinging the wrench. And every syllable of that frenzied shriek was punctuated by a swing of the wrench on his head.

Basically, imagine a hyperactive monkey playing Whack-A-Mole on crack. And you have Tomana greeting her father for the first time.

[Turles]

Following Razburi from the ship site, he had to subdue the urge to blow the remains up. While he didn't want any more of his technology being plundered, it wouldn't do to possibly waste their only mode of transport away. Not to mention such a blast would surely attract unwanted attention. So hopefully, if Earth's forces did return, they would leave it all be. Hopefully.

Turles didn't really believe in hope, it was what he considered wishful desparation.

Going at a slower pace, as he could readily outfly Razburi but he couldn't as she was his guide, he was busy plotting. It was surprisingly hard to determine what they were going to do. Getting stuck on some rock was never in the plan. Neither had dying, but he got past that. This was just another bump in the road.

Her movement downward made him redirect his course into the woods and stepped down onto the ground. The coverage was impressive. But a large scale operation wouldn't stay hidden for long. 'I wonder if there are any ideal places to rebuild a ship and stay out of sight. I suppose I'll have to do some exploring after a little while.'

Food? Pausing in the midst of looking around, his black eyes darted to the small woman. She had food waiting for him? He smirked. Excellent! Turles licked his lips, following her to where a house came into view. Somewhat small, like he expected a Tuffle to live in. It wouldn't be entirely comfortable for him, but oh well, it didn't mean he had to stay inside the whole time. "Good...I'm feeling starved for once." The Saiya-jin picked up his pace, reaching the door before her and opened it, ducking his head to step in as he sniffed the air hungrily. "Where is it?"

His head turned in the direction of the kitchen where the pleasant scents of baked goods were coming from. Smelled awfully fresh for something she made before coming to revive him. And was something baking still? Huh. Whatever. Turles wasn't about to question how things were cooked so long as they were edible-

But he was going to question why some insane little chimp had lunged out of no where and was in the midst of trying to clobber him back to Hell. She managed to land quite a few stunning blows before he overcame his surprise. His armored fists came up over his head to block some of the remaining blows. That little tart. She had a minion in wait for him. It was amusing how vindictive Razburi could be when she felt slighted, as he was sure his death had accomplished. But what the hell had hit him? When her screaming had stopped, he grabbed the wrench and held it out with her on the end of it. Once he stopped seeing three of the tiny blonde girl, he blinked in slight confusion.

Was that a Tuffle? Another one?

Or better yet, a Tuffle...with...a...tail...

Turles had a 'Oh Hell No' look on his face as he quickly put two and two together. So that was what had kept Razburi busy. "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would think this is some cosmic jest..." He turned from looking at Tomana to the woman following him in, his tail unfurled, lashing back and forth in agitation, "Razburi, you have some explaining to do..."

[Razburi Puffe]

Razburi had not been expecting all that zeal from her daughter but it was amusing nonetheless. She almost thought Tomana would have knocked him out, or worse, he would have knocked her out. Perhaps if it hadn't been her home or her insistence that he head in before her, then he might have. Actually, that was exactly why he didn't. Besides, he knew she wouldn't bring him back to kill him again, so this was only to annoy him. She stood back, snickering devilishly at the comical scene. What a greeting.

But judging from that lashing tail and his demand for an explanation, he might have come to the proper conclusion without needing her to. She would indulge him anyway though, as she picked up a large snickerdoodle cookie and bit into it with relish. Nice and fresh, homebaked goodness.

"That is Tomana. I had her shortly after you died. Tomana, that is your father. His name is Turles." It was likely the girl would be confused, even upset considering Razburi had told her he died, and he had. So she continued for her daughter's sake. "When I went to get the equipment, I also used it to bring him back to life. Consider it an overdue surprise, mm?"

Tomana would probably be upset but it wouldn't last for long, especially now. She had something different to put her energy into and that was to get to know her father more. She ignored the look on Turles's face as she peeled off her backpack. "I'm going to get some of this stuff put away and set up what needs repairs. Turles, there are a lot of boar in these woods if you want some meat, otherwise, I had Tomana fix a lot of treats as well. I told her to make some honey based ones since I know you were always partial to that flavor." The tiny blue haired woman winked at the pair as she headed back out of the kitchen for the workshop. "Play nice and try not to kill each other."

Once out of sight, she laughed grimly to herself. Why did she get the feeling things were going to be incredibly crazy here now? But she did hope on the side that maybe with a child under his belt, some of the Saiyajin's bitterness might melt away.

Well, she could hope anyway.

[Tomana-Mana]

Somehow, the stranger wasn't bashed to a pulp by her frenzied attack. After the first god-knows-how-many whacks, the clang of her wrench hitting armor could be heard- Okay, it really couldn't, not over her shrieking. And she wasn't even noticing the difference in what she was striking. After all, Turles had a hard head!

She did notice, however, when the wrench was grabbed and she was jerked off the counter to dangle in front of him. Blinking big brown eyes, Tomana stared at him, tail straight up in alarm as she wondered what the hell was going to happen to her.

How did hitting him on the head NOT work?! The chimp thought frantically as she kicked her legs. Hey. That was kind of fun-

"Mommy!" She squealed, further answering the question. But before Tomana could say much more, the stranger spok-

Was that a tail? Blinking again, she tilted her head, peering at the appendage that lashed out behind him before she turned her head to look at her tail. Then looked at his. Then hers. Then his. Then her-

Wait. What?

Her head jerked around so fast to Razburi that she actually got whiplash. Looking dazed and pained for a moment, she shook her head to get past it, trying to figure out if she had heard that right. And apparently she had. Well at least she was right in remembering that her mom hadn't been as big of a honey fan as she thought. They were made for...

For her father?

Trying to digest Razburi's words, Tomana turned her gaze back to Turles, staring at him with wide eyes as she stayed dangling from the wrench. After hitting him on the head so much, she wasn't sure that she wanted to let go of it and have him-

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Clapping one hand over her mouth, Tomana's tail went crazy for a moment as the horror dawned on her. "Omigosh... You... You're my.. and.. I... Oh, no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mommy told me that if any strangers came to the house, I'm s'posed to beat them over the head! Actually she said break their necks or they'll bring more bad people to us if they get away, but beating over the head works just as well! She didn't... tell me.. I didn't..." Faltering, she just stared at him.

"... Um... Oh!" Just then, the oven distracted her, letting out a chime. Dropping to the ground, she scampered across the kitchen to grab the oven mitts, opening the oven. The smell of something[/i with honey wafted out, and she reached in, pulling out a pie. In fact, it was a honey pie. Carefully, she placed the pie on a cooling rack before turning the oven off. Then, she turned to her... father, looking sheepish. "Um. Honey pie. ... So... You.. you're really..." The tiny half-breed looked up at him, and wondered if she was about to get her ass beat.

[Turles]

Tomana?

Well, at least her name was appropriate, to a degree.

Honey? Fuck yes, he liked honey. He wasn't sure why, he just did. It was the right amount of sweetness and the sticky texture wasn't bad. Honey baked devilsaur was amazing.

His brows furrowed as he stared at the girl, forgetting the food despite his protesting gut. She was so damned small. Well. Her mother was a small woman, that would explain it. Actually, he didn't recall ever seeing a Tuffle-Saiya-jin mix so this was interesting. She seemed roughly her mother's size, but due to her Saiya-jin heritage, she might continue to develop yet. She certainly didn't look like a little warrior. He eyed the wrench she had opted to strike at him with. Odds were, her mother's knack for engineering had rubbed off on her, so she had some manner of use there.

He arched a brow as she scampered away to the oven to pull out some other thing she cooked. Honey pie. The Saiya-jin grunted, now taking a look at all the things she had made. Obviously a busy-body. 'This was...not something I planned on.' His head was turned away, but he still sideglanced her with his own variety of confusion. 'Ever. Am I supposed to do something with it?'

Saiya-jins were not educated parents, by any means, and Turles had never dealt with a child he didn't wind up blowing to smithereens. His head whipped around, trying to see where Razburi disappeared to. How dare she leave him in this awkward situation! Was he expected to do anything particular? Or say something? He just gave her a deadpan look after he grew weary of trying to understand what was expected of him. "Apparently, I am. And no, I do not do hugs or kisses." Growing up on Earth and possible watching Earth people with their children might have given her some misguided expectations.

Yeah, he was going to have to work on her a little.

[Tomana-Mana]

.. What the hell was she supposed to make of this? Seriously?

For one, he was a freaking giant. Tomana honestly felt like she was going to get a crick in her neck constantly looking up at him.

If Turles thought this was confusion or a nuisance, he had nothing on Tomana. Her entire life, she had only known her mother, and had only wondered in fleeting thoughts about a father. Then, when her mother finally sat her down, she was told that her father was dead. Which had been just that day.

And now, she was standing in front of him, supposed to believe that her mother had somehow brought him back from the dead.

"Oh! Um... O-okay..." Tomana managed to stay, jumping a bit at his words before she chewed on her bottom lip.

Why now? Why had Razburi waited so long to resurrect him? Was there something that held her back? Was it because of her that her mother hadn't gone before to do this?

"... I can't deal with this." Were the words that escaped her mouth. "What am I supposed to do, just run at you and hug you and squeal like nothing's wrong? You've been dead my entire life and now I'm just supposed to believe that you're... You're alive?" For the first time in her life, Tomana was actually angry. The Saiya-jin part of her was actually come out in full stride. Frankly, she knew it wasn't his fault, but she was so confused and hurt that she didn't know what else to do.

She was already getting the feeling that he wasn't all that impressed by what he saw, and it infuriated her. What sort of stupid expectations did he have of her? Just how badly did she disappoint him?

... And for some reason, she had the strong urge to punch him. Which was something in and of itself... She wasn't normally a violent person.

... Actually, the anger was eating a lot of energy. Blinking her brown eyes, she gave her father a deadpan look.

"You better tell mommy that this is going to be a bad spell." And just like that, she crumpled to the ground.

[Turles]

Hmph. At least she had the temperment of a Saiya-jin. Not even diluted blood could tamper with that, if Kakarot's son had been any indicator. Diluted blood. The thought filled him with both distaste and interest. A Saiya-jin-Tuffle hybrid was not entirely unheard of, but of course, those had not been conceived willingly for the most part and any Saiya-jin woman who had one wound up having it exiled, labeled as deformed. Tomana would wind up the same under normal circumstances.

But these were far from normal.

Ignoring her pointless little tirade as it really didn't mean much to him, he studied her instead, observing her anger, taking note of her behavior. This did provide an interesting opportunity though. Tuffles, as loathe as even he was to admit, were staggeringly intelligent and Turles did not scoff at their size. Size was often a two way street. While small, one had speed and mobility on their side. Large and you had power and sturdiness. Tuffles were small, Saiya-jins were sturdy. Provided proper training and Tomana could prove to be a worthwhile warrior.

...Or not.

He arched a brow when she said something about mentioning to Razburi that this was a bad spell before she flopped over. Turles stared at her for a considerable length of time, arms crossed over his broad chest. What the hell was this? She was sleeping? Just...like...that...Oh. Great. Narcolepsy. Suddenly, the shame of the malady was so much he was forced to pinch the bridge of his nose and hard. Perfect. Wonderful. The stigma of a half-breed was one thing, but one with a disorder? Lovely. And Bardock, why he had the perfect son, no? The most powerful warrior in the universe pretty much. And perfect little half-breed grandsons at that. Well, that was just fucking peachy. The Saiya-jin growled, feeling an unusual throb in his side.

Bah!

Shaking his head as he ignored the throb, Turles grunted as he stepped over the conked out girl to set about eating. Sugary sweets weren't exactly the most ideal first meal, but considering he hadn't eaten such treats in so long, they would most certainly be welcome. He eyed the chairs of the table with disdain, they were ridiculously small like the house itself. The floor would have to do for his sitting while he enjoyed the sweet feast. He paused, black eyes looking out the window at the darkening sky. Whatever, so a storm was coming. When Tomana wound up eventually waking up, at least half of the stock she had been busy feverishly baking will have been decimated.

[Tomana-Mana]

It would be some time before Tomana would wake again, at least an hour, possibly and probably more. As she had told her... father before the spell hit her, it was a bad one. Because of her confused and somewhat betrayed state before the crash, her dreams were infested with nightmares and disturbing fragments that left her eyes moving rapidly in the induced sleep.

It took some time before she could force her eyes opened, blinking those caramel-hued orbs as her sight slowly came into focus. Her mind sluggishly tried to move her limbs, but to no avail. The only thing she had working were her eyes.

Tomana lifted her gaze from her place on the ground, looking around the kitchen as best as she could. It took her thought process a moment to note that half, if not more, of the baked goods were gone. At that, she blinked, eyes widening a bit. Now she knew that her mommy didn't really eat treats that fast. Who...?

Her nose twitched, identifying a foreign and yet very familiar scent. Oh. Right... Her dad.

Her dad. Experimentally, she tested her reflexes, and found that she was able to move her head. With the important things figured out, she turned her head to thunk her forhead on the floor. In the first... what, five minutes? In the first five minutes of meeting her father, she had nearly beaten his brains out with the Wrench O' Doom, had a temper tantrum, then had passed on the floor for... Well, it had felt like a bad spell, and now it really felt like a bad spell.

Real mature, 'Mana. Reeal mature. Like I'm ever mature... but wow. Was that the icing on top of the scrumptious cake. She thought to herself before focusing her attention on her arms. Sometimes if she focused hard, she could recover faster.

As tired and drained as she was from the restless sleep from her narcolepsy, she wasn't exactly feeling up to be hyperactive and crazy. Slowly, she managed to get her arms to respond, and grunted softly as she forced the jelly-like limbs to push herself up, getting herself into a sitting position. Her tail twitched before sluggishly wrapping around her waist, the bell jingling softly.

"Uuuugh." Tomana groaned before grabbed onto a counter and pulling herself to her feet. Her legs didn't want to cooperate, but she made them. At least she was responding faster then usual. Sometimes it took her up to fifteen minutes before she could gain any mobility.

Blinking her eyes blearily, she looked around.