Viral had little interest in what Vegeta had to say about the humans, especially considering he was barely ever involved in the public anyway. He couldn’t say it to his face, but he had a pretty difficult time trying to believe what Vegeta said in regards to the humans and how they might feel about criminals; Vegeta would disregard a destroyed lab and call it nothing despite a load of people having to come in to fix it with some people ending up injured. He’d like to see how Vegeta reacted if people trashed his room and he had to clean it up instead, “Tch, afraid of you? You don’t even look like a Saiyan”, he grunted, shaking his head, “It’s not fear when it’s jealousy. They want money and power and everything like that! Education regarding Saiyans taught them to be afraid of the kid with his tail. I wouldn’t be surprised if they eventually try to chop off his tail out of fear…”

Humans were barbarians most of the time and even some of Yumi’s actions made her a little wild, his doubts over the humans being civilised not exactly letting him down. They were always scared of new things, throughout their entire history they had been scared, even by food; not that his fear over food was unusual, his had to do with fearing over a transformation. It had happened as well, eating had turned him into a feline and even the sushi in the car made him a little light-headed with urges to grab it all with greedy paws. Looking to Yumi, he let out a grunt in response, turning his head, “First you try to say you are a Beastman and then you deny it. Your confusion is annoying”, he spoke, looking to her again quickly, “You better not do that eavesdropping to me! I don’t want you listening into my conversations…”

These two were just as annoying as he remembered them being when they were on Earth. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the room before away again, feeling annoyed that he had to wait around for this man. If he was going to be waiting a while, he would probably end up leaving. Scratching at his side, he glanced to Vegeta with little regard to what he said, shrugging, “You staying because of me is confusing to me”, he spoke, giving his chest a scratch, “What is that supposed to tell me about you? That you’re not willing to let me go?”