Shu didn’t think he was ever going to be tough in anybody’s eyes even if he was pretty strong, probably because he was so small and he knew it. He was always looking up at everyone while everyone looked down at him in return so it was easy to feel afraid of a lot of things that the others couldn’t possibly understand. To have everything staring down at you would easily make you scared of the world, something Takeshi probably would never understand. The world was always going to be a giant scary place, at least until he grew up. Staring at Takeshi as he tried to explain what it meant to be of a particular species Shu tilted his head slightly, not entirely understanding what was being said. “I guess…? I don’t feel I belong to the Saiyans or Humans. They don’t like me”. His clan didn’t really like him either but at least they accepted him for so many years without trying to kill him. He was very strong for his size and they knew that, but that was probably why they left him alone. Squirming on his chair slightly he smiled a little at Takeshi’s response, only feeling a little confused over the ‘job’ remark. “A job…? Ooh, I want to do a lot too. I don’t want to watch one thing all my life too, but I want to look after food too…but adventure!”

T’charrl knew his mother was probably scared of him when he first changed considering he tried to eat her, but he didn’t know if she was still scared. He didn’t like the thought of his parents being scared of his power just because it wasn’t something people were familiar with. Lowering his head he gave a nod at his mother’s admittance, stroking his antennae. “I really am trying to get better…but I don’t know why it’s so hard either. Ki was easy, but I still don’t know what’s happening to me to solve this problem. I’m not sure how else to fix it other than maybe finding a Master”. He was always going to be worried over his powers, but it probably wasn’t best to discuss them for too long if they were going to have a musician from another land here. Looking to his father he smiled a little, letting go of his antennae. “Well…I’m not completely healthy, but I am trying to get there”. Not entirely sure if it was an illness he had or not he looked to his father again as he decided to look for the musician, giving a brief nod. “Okay. Just be careful, okay? Maybe it’s because of Space, but strangers make me feel really paranoid now. I wish I sorted that out too…”

Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to think when it came to the Capsule Corp possibly wanting to use him in such a fashion, but then again was it any better when he was considered being used as a weapon in conflicts that didn’t interest him. It seemed everybody was concerned with using him as a weapon for their own personal use, never allowing him to make his own decisions. Sure, he enjoyed fighting, but that’s what he was made for. His creators were wrong when they told him he ‘could be whatever he wanted to be’ because he clearly couldn’t; he was a warrior through and through and would always crave combat, no matter what his situation was. It really made him wonder why he was created and what purpose that desire served, why he was made from these specific genes. If he was just going to betray everyone around him then there was no point in him staying with these people and if he ever got better then maybe it was best leaving them before he became too withdrawn into his own destructive desires. Sure, he would be alone for the rest of his life, but his path of destruction won’t include any of them. “I should expect such assumptions by now to be correct…after all, that’s all I’ve been used for. Who is to say you are not correct in this theory of yours given the evidence…” he spoke lowly, running his claws through his hair, “To let others run the company is no better than taking control of me. Just because it can’t walk…hmph, his father will soon be alive again to take over the company, anyway…but…the worst can still happen again. The one who did that to me is possibly still alive…and what of the media? They’ll catch wind that he’s alive again and then the RRA will find out. I’m confused…I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t know what to do. What is my purpose? Like you’d know…like anyone would know other than the dead! They’ll continue to hide it from me…”