Shu didn’t know what was bothering Takeshi so much, it was fun not having clothes on and not having to worry about the itching sometimes, so he couldn’t understand what was bothering him so much. Running along with him pretty happily and bouncing, he looked to Takeshi curiously when he asked him further questions, making him smile a little, “Huhhhh? Why would I always have clothes?” he asked up, giving him a smile, bouncing a few times, “Nobody wore clothes in the wild! All naked and it was nice and never too hot”. He did get a little too hot sometimes wearing clothes, but he knew the people generally didn’t like it so he avoided doing anything without clothes just to please them. Looking around quickly, he bounced a little upon realising there was nobody around, “Where do you wanna go? Where are we gonna go? What is there on the ship…? Do you really need more clothes to explore?”

Having Yumi mess around with his cleaver was fairly annoying to him, she could at least learn how to hold it and where it should be held. Given his mind-set right now, he wasn’t below backhanding someone if they gave him or anything of his any cheek. Growling lowly, he turned back towards her, stomping back towards her before shoving his belt in her face, pointing at it to try and tell her to use it instead of what she was doing now; there was a reason there was a sheathe on his belt and if she was any smart, she would carry it in that and not stupidly over her shoulder while waving it around. It wasn’t a toy and would never be regarded as one, proving to be all too important to him for her to drop and smack against things with.

When Vegeta came over and decided on a plan, he groaned and slowly looked around, hardly happy himself to be in here and yet not exactly confident about getting out as well, his appearance telling himself that he was indeed not normal and being like this he was probably not going to be well received by the others. His was a giant furry monster to all the other aliens on board; it wasn’t as if they had anything like him on their planets most likely either. Grumbling, he looked away from Vegeta for a moment before snorting, giving a brief nod. Maybe the way towards the medical bay would be quiet if everyone was going off to get prepared for food; he’d be quite alright remaining away from the others while they ate. Walking towards the door, he looked back at Yumi, growling lowly as a warning to take care of his stuff properly.