Viral couldn’t take it anymore, his mind feeling ready to explode into violence if it wasn’t appeased soon. The only way to relieve his pain was to fight and to do that he would need to go right to the source to finally claim solace. He couldn’t take it, he needed to find a way out of it, away from all this pain. “Nobody like me has ever fought a Saiyan! He knows I can defeat him, otherwise he never would had tried to suppress me and my power! He wanted me to never figure that out…” He couldn’t help but think that, he was in a lot of pain just trying to get through that thought process. Everything he had been told up to that point with this intense anger had him going over all the things that was said to him throughout every moment that made him hate his captors. He couldn’t take it, it was all too much for him. All those things he was called during his ordeal were all coming back to him pretty loudly, all in a way Yumi would never be able to hear as it called through his head. Struggling to find peace he held his head, trying to control the angry voices and the pain that came with it; however, as if out of the stormy night Yumi reached out to him, her voice breaking through the intense negativity briefly. “…How? Like what? There is nothing else...being called a person is nothing…”

T’charrl didn’t know how a lot of these fruits functioned and kind of hoped that Takeshi would teach him how to eat these when they weren’t very clear. The fruits on his home planet were sometimes tricky but were essentially straight forward too, the possibility that one would come across a difficult fruit being pretty slim. There were plenty of trees on his planet, even with the rise in surface cities as trees essentially grew everywhere so plants weren’t too worried about their soft fruit being stolen and taken elsewhere by animals. Giving Takeshi the pomegranate he smiled at him, feeling pretty calm with all this small talk. “It must be nice to have family like that. If I had friends maybe I could had something like that when I was growing up, but uhh…I-I’m sure you can understand why I didn’t have any”. It was very rare that a Kaesstrian of high class had siblings while some other families had many, always making him wonder why none of those many children never wanted to be friends with him even if he sometimes looked like he was talking to himself. Watching Takeshi split the fruit he stared at its strange bobbily innards, taking one half from him, smiling as he looked to the bin, “Thank you. What strange fruit…” Giving it a little poke at first he soon just stuck his tongue in amongst the strange innards, somewhat enjoying this little break even with Takeshi getting all excited over his friend. Looking up at him he gave a little smile, nodding. “That sounds interesting. I wonder if I have a rival”, he spoke, looking down at his half, “I did wonder about those parts he has now, I mean…I don’t remember him having that. Hits like a truck…? Uhh, is that hard? I wonder how he battles. I see he has a sword, but I haven’t seen him fight yet. Do you want to learn how to use a sword because of him? Because you like him a lot like rivalry?”