Shu was well aware that he had to learn how to protect himself and learn how to keep himself safe, especially when there was always so many people after him for whatever reason. He was just a little Saiyan and even though he was strong he still didn’t know how to use that strength. He wasn’t frail or mentally weak, he just needed help along the way. The Saiyans had managed to cause his confidence to drop significantly and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t recover from it, just he didn’t feel confident that he could do better than the others around him. They were all so much better than he was at everything he could do already and he just accepted it, but if he was to ever be by himself then he would certainly try his best. “I know you won’t…but I’m not that good at things! I’m not a leader…I grew up as a follower”. Takeshi probably wouldn’t understand it but it wasn’t a big deal. There wasn’t many people who understood him and he was okay with that.

T’charrl didn’t know what this King was like so he thought he’d be best asking the more respectable questions, ones that won’t land him in too much trouble. He didn’t want to end up making the King uncomfortable if he made an inappropriate comment or accidentally offer something, but luckily the musician knew whether the King had children. With antennae twitching he tilted his head slightly, finding it odd that he would have so many. Maybe they wanted that many or maybe it was something else completely. It was more often the case that higher class Kaesstrian only had one child, but maybe it was just a completely innocent reason instead. “Uhh, one my age? Huh...maybe Shu’ll like to play with young children. Haven’t seen him do that before”. Giving Takeshi and Shu a glance when Shu decided to call out his deepest desire he slowly scratched his head, not willing to speak up about his own hunger. It was very difficult to keep under control and he knew he’d get in trouble if he vocalised it, especially when it wasn’t long since food was eaten. He was just too used to being a lot larger with the appetite of a Saiyan except his came from burning energy too fast.

Giving sideways glances to the guards he narrowed his gaze when they could only show aggression to them, even when they were with someone who was probably known for being pretty harmless. They weren’t surrounding the musician in any way and there was nothing to say they were holding him prisoner and using him as a meat shield to get to the King. In his eyes it looked more as if the guards didn’t like the musician. Frowning at their reasoning for their grumpy behaviour he sighed and looked away, rubbing his claws together. None of them were going to cause trouble, but what was worse was he was a Prince and was being treated as if he was a commoner the musician picked up after a drunken night. Watching the guards slowly open the doors he slowly hobbled away into the palace, only looking around for a brief moment before sighing. “I thought your King was hospitable. Is it not enough that I’m a Prince? Does trouble commonly come the King’s way in the form of royalty?”