Sayomi had a lot to tell Vegeta to his face with communications being sparse and limited, but this was the kind of stuff she needed to tell in a confined environment incase others eavesdropped. The study she had been doing with T’charrl’s blood and DNA had found a lot that interest her, but also a lot that worried her, “They may not be the same species, but they’re very similar and seeing him today proved me right. This isn’t a mutation he’s gone through here…don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely a mutation going on in his system, but a transformation similar to what Frieza was capable of makes him a highly vulnerable target towards the King. If he so much as gets his hands on your friend he’s going to keep pumping him with energy and turn him into a war machine we cannot stop”. It was hard explaining this to Vegeta, especially when he didn’t appear to be making the connections, “Just…if you’re bringing him into this war, you must keep him out of the King’s hands at all costs or his people are done for. The venom he can produce is a natural occurrence in Kaesstrians and will only get stronger as he does, so keep on top of it because if he so much as drools on an open wound and you don’t have an anti-agent prepared, don’t say I didn’t warn you”.

While everything regarding an unstudied species was important, she still needed to give Vegeta a heads up on what was happening behind the lines. She was looking out for them as they were going in pretty blind and this discovery was something they would never had found themselves. Showing Vegeta the data, she watched him carefully before looking back down to the computer as he made his realisation, “Hmm. I believe they are doing the exact same”, she spoke lowly, glancing back at the door before to Vegeta, “You’ll have to remember: the King had your Beastman for a very long time and making him into an Elite meant he knew he was the superior Beastman…which means he wanted to make more, especially after the success he had with your friend. Either he’s managed to make brand new Beastmen, manufactured more like your friend or…he’s doing both…I believe we have a situation on our hands”.

Viral had no idea what Takeshi was thinking; especially when he knew putting those aliens in danger wouldn’t win any war. It wasn’t as if they could fight or knew how to combat the Saiyans, especially when they had themselves been taken over by them. Just what made him certain these people could fight against warriors they already lost to? This was madness and it made Viral furious, especially when it was not a suitable battle plan. Glaring down at the kid waiting for a suitable answer, he growled lowly before raising a claw, “I want to, but I don’t want others to do it for me! Especially aliens who have never won a battle against them!” he snapped back, definitely more than a little angry about it. He didn’t even care about other creatures that much, yet he was able to find some sort of passion in it to drive his temper. Looking to his shoulder when it was shoved, he glared back at Takeshi with an angry growl, raising his claws as if ready to take a swipe at him.

Fortunately for Takeshi, Yumi decided to finally step in and push them aside, giving her a glare in return. He had every right to rebel against Takeshi’s actions yet Yumi decided it was time to grant Takeshi mercy for his stupidity, “He started it!” Letting out an annoyed sign, he looked elsewhere and folded his arms. He couldn’t see the logic in any of this and was simply getting angry when they all thought it was a good solution to pick up weaker untrained aliens. Frowning, he looked to his shoulder before to Yumi, not finding too much logic in what she was saying either. Viral didn’t know how to stand up for his beliefs when everyone in the room was against him, causing him to feel cornered. Frowning, he looked down at Yumi in defeat, finding her proposal to be all too concerning. To make him a commander would be a big risk, especially considering his past experience with being one. Narrowing his gaze, he glanced to his shoulder before sighing, his eyes soon going to Korian. The guy couldn’t agree to this, surely? Frowning slightly, he narrowed his gaze when Korian actually agreed to that, his concern now going straight towards the idea of it. He knew it was a bribe to keep him from complaining, even if he knew it would work out. He was never going to get a say in any of this and he knew it, “…You’ll never let me get my way, will you? Fine…since I can’t win, anyway…”