The stuff the alien was discussing sounded similar to something he feared might happen on his own planet if he wasn’t careful, his family and people possibly being in more trouble than before. There probably wasn’t that much difference in what his people had been doing and what these stray soldiers were doing now, only it sounded like the other way around where the rich wanted to stay rich; his people just wanted to survive and that was the most basic necessity, but these guys wanted to keep their power which they didn’t need. Maybe it would all be better if they realised the Saiyans were evil, but then again he didn’t really know himself and probably wouldn’t sound the least bit convincing. He was certainly confused; he had been told so little but was expected to hate them automatically. It was probably something he shouldn’t think about too much about, especially when it could spell doubt and everyone might get mad at him.

Nodding a little at what Servas was saying, he looked between him and Takeshi after a moment just to feel included. He was already fascinated by the fact he was sitting in front of an alien, but he was supposed to be concentrating more on their discussion and trying to understand it. He was certainly concerned when he wasn’t certain sticking them in a cell would help them any, probably because it meant when they got back out their attitudes wouldn’t change and they would cause trouble once more as rebels. It was an odd problem they were in and he didn’t know how to sort it other than try to talk it out, but that was none of his business. He would just be messing with alien affairs if that was the case, probably not the best of ideas when he was so vulnerable to possible attack. Frowning, he slowly stood up again, feeling a little worried about it sounding so far away while this storm was going on.

Shu didn’t really know what they were talking about, just that fighting was going to happen and he was going to need to do some with his brother and friend. The thought of people being nasty did make him want to fight them and teach them a lesson if only because they were acting bad in his eyes. Trying to get all prepared and up to fighting, he looked up to Takeshi quickly before back down at his feet, trying to get them feeling better before standing, “Uh huh! Get bad people!” he squeaked, rubbing his foot against his leg, “Will we get fruit after this?? I really love fruit”. Feeling all happy, he stared up at Takeshi curiously, tilting his head when he moved around and took him by the legs. Letting out a squeal with his arms raised, his tail wrapping around Takeshi when he was bounced, “No more of the walking?” he repeated, smiling a little, “Okay! My feet do hurt…I’ll hang on!” He did wonder whether T’charrl was okay, especially since he was awfully quiet; then again, it wasn’t as if he could be carried around with ease either if he was hurting. Lowering his head a little, he held onto Takeshi tight, “Bye, Friend! We won’t be too long!”