Viral let out a groan, sighing lightly. “He says he can work faster, but I don’t see how he could given circumstances. It only takes so long for someone to create a cure like that…” He didn’t have much hope when it came to genetics behaving themselves, but really he wasn’t going to let it get to him. He couldn’t hold a grudge against Vegeta for being slow, but he could certainly be angry that nothing was done to prevent this from ever happening. They all had so much faith that he would be in once piece after some gene therapy without actually checking the genes themselves to see if they had repaired and unfortunately they had become so much worse than before. When Yumi asked if she could be excused to go and change her clothes he could only feel surprise that she’d ever suggest such a thing, especially when they were both soaked anyway and he had a place to be. Letting out a sigh when she too realised it was silly he looked down to the floor, hoping he was not going to end up collapsing because he got too annoyed. “What’s so bad about being wet for a while, anyway? I have to be and I probably shouldn’t be when getting checked by the doctor…”

Choi didn’t see anything wrong with what he said, especially when he had seen so many people come and go with depression in his lifetime. It was common in the kitchens, especially when the King thought your meal was average and didn’t even finish it. Even if those things were minor it still made one depressed as they lost both their reputation and didn’t get them anywhere. There were other cases where some warriors would go mad because of isolation, turning them into mindless killing machines when out on the battlefield and with the Beastman having PTSD he’d surely turn into one someday if Vegeta wasn’t careful. If he cared for his friend he’d talk to him a lot more and not endanger all of them. Feeling confused when Vegeta made an excuse over a possible apprentice he scratched his cheek. “If you thought I wanted to be your apprentice then you’re mental. I’m not interested in getting to know people on a molecular level”, he snickered, “I’m talking about hiring someone! Build someone from the ground up. Hate to break it to you but you’re not the smartest guy there is. There’s probably loads of aliens who want to work in the field of genetics and science”.

“Well it’s my family’s plan. I don’t know about your plan but if you want to live there too then whatever”, Kai shrugged, seeing it as no big deal, “I don’t know if I’d bother with girl hunting in the cities, though. They seemed a little weak to me. Could be some real warriors out there to bag and have amazing kids with”. He didn’t care so much about looks over power and if he could bag a powerful Human then they both could bring glory to their families. He was very much a traditionalist Saiyan when it came to potential mates with his focus being on power and creating an amazing clan even if they were part Human. He had seen what happens when a Saiyan is part-Human and he saw no reason to not go after that kind of opportunity. Raising an eyebrow as Kabocha tried to make plans for his parents he soon turned his head when he realised a waiter was there, curious to why they were when Kabocha already ordered food. “Hm? Alright. Howabout we get some of the best alcohol to offer here? I could use a strong drink”.

Shu was pretty good at this fruit finding business when there was hungry, finding it most easy to sniff out and find for himself even if this was all for his friend. He didn’t want to steal from his friend’s pile but it was awfully tempting to just grab one of the strange fruits for himself and eat it. He could wait until he got some really nice food from T’charrl in return. Giggling as he made a quick turn he watched Takeshi curiously, he was interesting in his attempt but also quite the idiot, making Shu giggle out loud when one last fruit dropped on his head. “You silly! Why you catch pricklies? You silly with catching!” Bouncing over to Takeshi he picked up the fallen fruit with his tail. Squeaking as he bounced on his feet a few times he soon bounced away again, getting all excited over a few fruit. “Ooh! This enough? Maybe spare too? Maybe he won’t eat it all!”

T’charrl probably shouldn’t had tried to stand, especially when he was not able to fully focus on the floor beneath his feet. He was pretty unstable on his feet which was never good, plus he wasn’t very good at balancing in his ‘new’ form of his. It wasn’t even new: he had spent years just as he was and yet after such a long time of having a different structure all the time he found it rather difficult to get used to standing. He felt terribly weakened, but hopefully Takeshi and Shu won’t be long with that food. Keeping a lean towards L’esta he was concerned about Haku talking to him, wondering if he would give him respect. Feeling a little thankful that L’esta took it fairly well he let out a sigh, lowering his head slightly before looking up to L’esta again. He was afraid there would still be loyalists out there but of course there would be, especially when he had done a lot for the richer folk and more war-driven people. “O-Of course…that’ll be fine. Is Mother and Father at the palace or elsewhere? Remember my picture…”