"He's got an anger problem, I won't deny that," Kabocha said with a nod. For that reason he was sort of glad Shu had him so restrained, since their old leader had been known to snap pretty suddenly and violently at them. If he had to use one word to describe Takeshi it would have to be immature. Goodness knows he'd never say that to his face, lest he want to be blown to smithereens. He'd definitely not been brought up to behave, that was for damn sure. Narrowing his eyes slightly at Choi he sniffed unamused, turning his nose up and away. "Please... I might be arrogant sometimes, I'll admit, but I don't do what he does. I was raised better than that." Having someone to smack or chastise him for acting out of place had taught him to behave moderately well, as well as a Saiyan might hope to anyways. Comparatively speaking, Kabocha noted too that Takeshi really wasn't that bad by Saiyan standards. Normally he had always seemed brooding and distant, but mild mannered enough to get along with. Shu changed that almost completely, further breaking him from the mold. As the group stopped outside of the general's office the Saiyan smiled eagerly; he couldn't wait to give this general a piece of his mind.

Junsei had been busily working on some paperwork for the general, as he always was nowadays. He was an aide, but he used to deliver orders, help sort out communications and once in a while even handle the weapons. As a bookworm in essence it wasn't as though he got a lot of real excitement at the job, so that had all been nice. The past few days though had just been "sign this" and "read over these", some of which papers were sealed, only the authorization sheet stapled to the top of the folder they were in. With his boss out at the moment he had taken the brief chance to get a novel out, slinking into the comfortable armchair to read to himself. Not a second after he'd settled however a knock came at the door, and fearing the worst he quickly gathered up the papers again, hiding the book under the desk. "I'm coming!" he called, hurrying over to open the door. Expecting General Yusef on the other side he was perplexed to see a grunt before him, and said surprise turned into shock when he saw who was beyond him. Startled a fair bit he took refuge in the office, doing the only thing he really could and taking cover behind the desk. Oh no, the enemy was here, and he was utterly defenseless. Were these men turncoats? And those aliens... They were Saiyans? He was dead, several times over.

By some good grace there was no attack made on him. Instead the Prince started shouting at him, rather angrily at that. The wiry Kaesstrian stood up from behind the desk, acting as defiantly as his timid state would allow. "Y-You're not seeing him! And his business is private, you filthy p-prince! I wouldn't tell you!" What a stuck up brat, marching in here like he owned the place. But... This was an ample opportunity to be rid of him once and for all. Already behind the desk the aide slowly reached towards a drawer, sliding it open and reaching for an alarm inside. "The general is a busy m-man, and he's got better things to d-do than play with you!" Grasping at the button to signal the base to the intrusion Junsei found only air, blinking confused and glancing down in the drawer. "W-Wha....? Empty? Why is it empty?!" he whined, pulling the entire drawer out. A soft chuckling made him look back towards the prince, spotting one of the Saiyans holding the button in his hand. "Give that back! Y-you've no right to be taking it!"

"What? This little thing?" Kabocha asked, smiling innocently. Giving the small black box a look over he scratched his head, shrugging before looking at Junsei indifferently. "Fine, you can have it..." On 'accident' he wrapped his fingers around the device, and with a little effort crushed it into a mess of plastic and wires. "Oops..." So much for whatever that did, guess they'd never find out. Besides, who was going to attack them? The whole base knew they were here, and they really didn't feel threatened by anyone on this planet, at least as far as the Saiyans were concerned. Dropping the scraps onto the floor Kabocha stepped over them, standing at the desk and putting his hands flush across the surface, staring down at Junsei. "Now listen here little guy, here's how we're going to do this. You tell us where the general went, and we'll walk on out of here, won't hurt so much as a fly." There was a brief pause as the young Saiyan smirked, leaning across the desk and making the aide shirk back. "Or... You refuse to tell us and I make you the first Kaesstrian to go into space with a kick to the ass. How's that sound?"

Junsei was almost shaking at the glowering Saiyan, his small stature seeming to shrink under scrutiny. As defiant as he wanted to be the reality of it was he was fairly useless, even against one of the grunts. Simply put he wasn't a fighter, no matter how much bravado he wanted to show. "Oh... Oh this is bad..." he whined, stepping back again and rubbing at his forehead. "The general is going to kill me for this... He's going to be so mad..." There didn't look to be a whole lot of choice in the matter. It was either be killed by Yusef later, or the Saiyan now. Though as self preservation kicked in he had a treasonous thought... That if the general were to fall he'd be spared? It was a slimy move, but why should he be punished? "F-Fine, I'll tell you! But you've got to promise to l-leave me alone after that." The Saiyan looked to think it over, and for a moment Junsei seriously worried he'd just done himself in. Finally the boy agreed, sealing their sneaky little deal. Sighing to himself the aide removed his spectacles, cleaning them on his shirt tediously. "Very well... If we're a-agreed..." he began, placing his spectacles back on. "General Yusef went to a b-building in the N-North sector of the city. It's a l-lab that Mr. Katas used to use but was d-decommissioned. He's been looking i-into reinstating it, and w-went there to have a look around. T-that's all I know, I swear!"