Vegeta wasn't implying he didn't care about the Saiyans having data, because he did. The fact someone else had his father's work infuriated him to no end. But marching over to the Saiyan home world, probably by themselves just to retrieve data wasn't a good idea. Like it or not that would have to wait until the invasion, and that wouldn't come until the rebels notified them. Their hands were effectively tied until that happened. "We don't have the resources to attack them right now," he began, voicing his thoughts, "And do you honestly believe we could slip through unnoticed? They'll be on guard because of the attacks, and if we're caught it's not guaranteed we'll have back up, the results could be disastrous for us. That's why I'm saying no." They would get the information back, eventually. Now they should focus more on fixing themselves rather than external problems. "I will scan you soon enough if it will help settle you, alright? Let me do this first," Vegeta added, frowning as he tried focusing on his work. "Pills? Counter along the far wall, third drawer from the left. Just take two, but you knew that already." Maybe this would afford him the moment of silence he needed to really concentrate.

Takeshi had just barely managed to catch Shu's tail, having to block at an awkward angle. That was one thing that made fighting the little guy so fun, the way he wrestled was so irregular. No one else either had a tail or used their tail like he did, it made things interesting. How Shu could suppose that he'd be able to squeeze his older brother into submission was a mystery, considering he could scarcely reach all the way around. Some tickling would easily pry him off, and maybe he'd wet himself into giving up. Wishful thinking, but nope. "Give up and I'll stop tickling!" Takeshi laughed, pressing on. It became nigh impossible to continue when Shu began thrashing, making his older sibling have to distance himself a bit. Laughing all the same he watched Shu try to break free, quickly being silenced when he got a boop to the nose, and then another to a lower, quite sensitive spot. Squeaking indignantly Takeshi dropped his brother altogether, his hands going down as he wobbled a bit in his spot. "Y-You... Ooooow...." he whined, his face contorting into one of discomfort. "Don't hit me there Shu! It hurts!"