Whatever was going on was simply just a load of stupidity with poor research or some strange plan to try and create some sort of perfect hybrid that could command the race they were partially from. Who knew what his plan was unless they asked and there was no way any of them was going to be able to do that anytime soon. “It’s a bit dumb to think the purpose of our race is only to fight! That’d make us no better than engineered robots or something”. Saiyans had more of a purpose to them than simply fighting things then moving on, that was all under poor guidance. Maybe if they wanted to be they could be great builders or something, or maybe if they wanted to stick to the whole fighting thing they could be protectors or adventurers moving from place to place and helping people. They could transform and turn into essentially world destroying monsters, sure, but they didn’t have to be and it was always something that could be avoided. Finishing up on his meal his brother had just a bit more left, near enough ready to get going in a few minutes. Looking to Kabocha when he decided he wanted to ask about them going up against the brothers Choi frowned, grunting when he was jabbed only to smirk back. “You kidding? She wouldn’t take me back for beating up her friends! Especially beating up Shu, she’d kill me for that”, he spoke quickly, shaking his head, “Besides, she’ll make her choice and I’d rather not force anything or else I’ll get in trouble…” -- Viral was still in a lot of pain and he didn’t know how much had been healed, but hearing Aito offer up the healing tank he simply glared at him and looked away. He was not taking the easy way out with this, plus he was hardly under good terms with the rebels to use their equipment. Growling lowly as he dropped his shirt back in place he slowly folded his arms, looking elsewhere as Aito started to prattle on about making it up to him. He didn’t know if he should believe him, it had been too many times already so his trust levels were pretty low, even if he was his creator. He had been absent for most of his life and completely absent from his memory because of his trust in others, it was easy to have little trust in him despite all these things. Not knowing what he was supposed to tell him he kept his arms folded, his gaze turned away from him before he finally sighed. “…You would have to prove you can do something and stick to it. I’m tired of being left behind and forgotten about by everyone”, he spoke, looking back to Aito, “All the mistakes that have been made are on you. I don’t have anymore room in my memories to be disappointed and left behind again…” -- T’charrl was a little worried that he might’ve influenced the change in his mother’s hobbies, he didn’t want her to be unable to do things because she had to have a child to continue the family line. It was always a worry with him, whether he was going to be seen as a disappointment or if he was completely unable to live up to the potential of a Prince. Gazing up at the painting he stared at it for a moment before looking back to his father, not really able to imagine what kind of paintings she would do. It was hard when he had never seen it and all the paintings in the palace were old treasures or commissioned. “Oh, I-I won’t! I won’t say that to her”, he spoke, looking down again, “Maybe if I…maybe see if I can paint too…” He wondered if painting would bring him closer to his mother or just make her mad at his father for telling him all these things behind her back. While it was certainly something to quiz over he was offered food, quickly nodding and heading on out with his father and Haku. Maybe they could find something that wasn’t going to make him feel too drained, he knew he needed a lot of energy to keep his power under control but he had been working on controlling that too. Once they were out he let out a sigh, looking up to the canopies before back to his father. “Uhhh, everything? I-I mean umm, I can eat anything! Anything and everything! Uhh, meat gives me the most energy, but I don’t know if that’s within their culture here either. It’s really gotten difficult for me…”