"I'm sure someone can make pizza for us if we wanted, or I could even make it. I mean maybe, I doubt they have the stuff for it here." Ugh, there was just no winning. He wanted to talk about food because it was delicious, but talking about it was only making him even hungrier. If they were lucky they could get one of the cooks to try making one, if they were taking orders. He wasn't super keen on a fruit pizza either, which is probably what they would use. Fantasizing a bit about the food he was again annoyed about the woman from earlier, still absolutely convinced Shu had gotten him hit. Haku of all people then came in with his two cents, giving his own take on what had happened. He was right really, but Takeshi was much too stubborn to admit that. Grumbling something incoherently under his breath the older boy stuffed his hands into his pockets, sighing as he looked at the now visible gate of the palace. "She wasn't pregnant, she was fat. Not my fault the lady can't stand being called fat when she's fat," he said, "Forget it anyways, not a big deal. Let's just grab dinner while we're here, yeah?" It was awfully convenient that the guards noticed them coming up the pathway, and evidently they were expected as there was no annoying pat down or security check. Waving to the guards as they walked past Takeshi smiled expectantly, pausing when they got inside and there was no one to greet them. "Uh... How do we get to the dining room again...?"

It was nice to have T'charrl home, and while Yusef might like a dinner alone as a family he wouldn't deny his son his friends. Company should be nice, and while a touch odd he knew the Saiyans were good kids. To think that their son would end up befriending people from another planet, it was oddly fitting for him. For someone that struggled with his own people the General almost could understand why it took another race to finally befriend the Prince. Now that he was something of a hero to their kind and renowned for defeating Garesh there would probably be others, but those were friends looking for things other than simple friendship. "I'm glad you've enjoyed traveling, I can only imagine the things you must have seen," Yusef mused with a smile, "I'd like to visit another world if I ever get the chance, it would be a once in a lifetime experience." To think that kids so young were traveling amongst various worlds, he couldn't even begin to fathom what that was like. All he knew was Kaesstra, and even then really just his own kingdom and the closer kingdoms as well. To travel into space... "Hm? Ah, he's come by because he's acting as a sort of messenger as well. The other neighboring kingdoms are curious about what was happening here, and I'm thinking they want to get a sense of who is in power now. As far as they know it's still your mother, which they may or may not be thrilled about."

"There's nothing else planned for the evening, unless you'd like something else," Eslaria interjected, "As for what the other kingdoms think of me I can't really be bothered to care. There's enough to be concerned about here at home without fussing over what our neighbors think of us." They weren't even really on bad terms with the neighboring kingdoms either, as there hadn't been conflict in quite some time with any of them. At worst there was silence between them, though the norm was a mutual understanding that each was its own kingdom, and should be left as such. Conquering one another was a thing of the past, nowadays every power was left to attend to its own affairs. That being said any sort of trouble in any kingdom tended to catch some attention, and it was natural to be both curious and concerned. Leaning forward in her seat the Queen rested her elbows on the table, folding her hands together and resting her chin atop of her hands. "I don't doubt that the other kingdoms are going to be interested in your friends too, and what it might mean for them. We need to make sure this man doesn't see them as a threat in any regard, otherwise it could give cause for concern. So T'charrl, please do make sure they behave themselves tonight?"

Giving Viral some space to enjoy himself didn't seem like such a bad idea, especially not if they hung around here. Getting out of the ship was a good start, but given some time to himself in a nice place should really help take some of the stress away. That thought aside Yumi had been asked to have a chat with Vegeta, though she wasn't sure about what; the topic was likely private given they were distancing themselves from Viral. Expecting it to be about the Beastman himself she was a little taken aback when he had asked, looking down at the ground below as she contemplated the question. Not an easy thing to answer, especially considering how torn she felt on the subject. After a few moments of deliberating she let out a long winded sigh, folding her hands in her lap and frowning. "It's hard to say if I want to go back to normal or not, honestly. I mean it's weird being like this, but there's things that I get from it too. I can do all sorts of things better now, and really there's nothing that's bad about it," she explained, glancing over at Vegeta and getting a disparaging look. "Okay, aside from apparently having lapses in my memories there's nothing bad. Maybe that will go away though? It could just be a temporary thing."

"I hate to say it, but I very much doubt that. Memory problems don't just 'go away', they get worse," Vegeta explained, "I don't know what's causing it, nor can I say why it happens when it does, but it's something we seriously have to look into. I've not done any real examination since you came back, so there's no way of knowing every detail of what happened. I'd like to think you're stable in your current condition, but if I have to be brutally honest I'm skeptical. They were working with something they were unfamiliar with, and applied that in a short amount of time. If I had to put a number to it I would say there's an 85% chance that something is amiss, and that is being generous in your favor." This was not a conversation that Yumi wanted to be having, he could discern as much by her crestfallen look. He had to be straight with her and let her know what the deal was, lying to someone who was ill was just wrong. Still, she was a friend and he really did not enjoy sharing this with her, no matter if he thought she should know. Reaching out he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small pat before smiling. "Look... I'm going to get working on it as soon as I can, and we'll have my father back to help soon enough. If you decide to keep this then we can do that, and he'll be able to make sure nothing goes wrong. So don't worry, alright? It will work out."