Takeshi knew he wasn't a negotiator, but he figured he'd have made a bit more of an impact than this. All he seemed to be doing was aggravating the aliens, and he wasn't even being rude! Sure, maybe some more respect couldn't have hurt, a bit of reverence for their essential hosts. Far as he was concerned though they were not exactly staying here, just passing through. And formalities were such a drag, they made things take an unnecessary long time. Perhaps there was a point to those, he found. Being swung at like that wasn't a sign of successful talks. Matters went from inconvenient to straight up bad when a larger Narbu appeared. He had to be the head honcho, he just had this air of "I'm going to stomp you" about him. Lovely, so now the boss was here. Well perhaps he would have more luck getting through to this one. Or... Maybe not. Takeshi didn't know what he had been called, or what was said, but he was smart enough to recognize the tone as an insult. Before he could make a potentially disastrous comeback Viral intervened. "What? I thought you wanted me to do this?" he asked, frowning as Viral just walked on by him. Fine, the Beastman could be their outlet then. Turning around he went back over to Shu, huffing as he folded his arms over his chest. "Stupid negotiations..." he grumbled.

The Chieftain had no interest in speaking with a pup, he wouldn't demean himself by doing such a thing. Watching Takeshi slink off then was a welcome change of pace, and Viral looked more someone he could relate to. If nothing else this one was more battle hardened, the Narbu could see that just at a simple glance. Far more so than either of the Saiyans, even combined. "We know the Saiyans were beaten, [i]ver gast un c'ers[/i]. But all Saiyans fight for the same reason, for selfish goals. Rebels are no different. The fact you only come here now, to ask us to fight, is to do such a thing. [i]Gras teah no fer larat[/i], we are not blind." These sentiments of glory and fame, they didn't appeal to him. Yes the Narbu were warrior-like, but they weren't without civility. They were not mindless drones one could simply direct to a fray, they only fought for good reason. "Rebels freed us, I acknowledge this. But we owe nothing because of that. [i]Det ful has grata yue bersch[/i]. If you want our loyalty, prove to me you are worthy allies. From what I see of you, you're nothing but pups. You seem strong, but looks deceive. We will not ally ourselves with weaklings."

"Hey, just who are you calling weak?!" Takeshi snapped, gesturing angrily at the Chieftain. "We're the sons of the King, you know! My brother and I, we're strong! And so is Viral! We're probably stronger than you or your men!" This was probably exactly what Viral didn't want happening, but he couldn't really expect anything less, could he? Of course Takeshi was bound to snap at being called weak, especially when he perpetuated himself as a strong fighter.

Rather than get angry at being snapped at the Chieftain grinned, bearing a row of sharp teeth. "The pup has fire, as many do!" he laughed, leaning over slightly and turning his head to look at Viral. "Saiyans, if nothing else, are dedicated to battle. True warriors, even the weakest. What of you, I wonder? [i]Roe cait phal, ahrk morah.[/i] Have you the courage to fight me, one on one? You, who are so battle hardened, have you the courage?" Perhaps he would entertain the notion of joining them, but only just that. Unless given very good reason the Chieftain had no reason to commit his people to battle, there was no reason to lose warriors in a battle they had no part in. Taking revenge on the Saiyans was tempting, but aligning themselves with the very people they ought to be fighting was counter-intuitive. "Give us reason to join, show us you can make a difference. Succeed, and we will help. Fail, [i]ough ou'um sul lok,[/i] and we will send you away with nothing. All you must do is last ten minutes in battle with me."