Kai was confident he could get any girl he wanted and it was the entire reason he didn’t see any competition in trying to get Sasha, especially when he wasn’t interested. He didn’t know why Kabocha didn’t see the big problem with this either when her brother was a real jerk to Saiyans for whatever reason which would only make things much more harder as a result. He would most likely go for a Saiyan in the end if he was to ever find someone, that or maybe a human so he could have really strong kids. It wasn’t that he cared much about keeping the Saiyan gene pure, but Saiyan women were more likely to fight and eat as much as he would while any other race would probably lag behind and cause more problems than solutions for him. Sighing lightly as Kabocha tried to make it a competition again he simply shook his head, smirking. “You’re still an idiot. I’m better looking than you are and I have longer hair. Girls dig the long hair”, he spoke calmly, “I can also cook. She probably can’t even cook and gets her brother to do it all”. Looking back to Choi and Haku when Haku decided to yell about something he gave the box a quick look before shrugging, not seeing it as all that a big deal. There were plenty of cyborgs out there and seeing a robotic arm in a box wasn’t a big deal to him, even his brother Choi expressing it. Haku really did seem to be soft when it came to battle scars if he found that surprising.

Shu didn’t know what the arm was and did seem pretty surprised about it, but when the others dismissed it as something pretty normal he could only assume it was normal to see one. He really didn’t know what it was for but maybe that was for whoever owned it to care. T’charrl meanwhile was being fairly passive about it and didn’t much care for it, probably because if he lost a limb it would just grow back. He guessed theirs didn’t so a robotic one seemed fair enough to get. While Shu did notice T’charrl’s quietness he didn’t want to speak up and ask him about it, probably knowing it would make him a little nervous. Continuing his hauling of the box he smiled happily at Takeshi, finding the thought of food to be most pleasant. “Yes please! I would like food! I want some nice fruit!”

“Who knows if they ever fixed what made me kill my creators. I was…already damaged when I woke up again, but who knows if they fixed what caused that to happen…” Viral had a lot of worries when it came to seeing Aito again, but it all lead back to when everything in his life started falling apart in the first place. There was no doubt anymore that the RRA had worked on him as well and who knew what they put in him to trigger that attack on his creators, their desire to make a living weapon being the primary reason for his existence. He really wanted to know what was in his the real reason he was what he was and was getting mixed messages from both parties, his existence simply too confusing for him to have a positive outlook of his future. He probably shouldn’t think about his future too much, he was already struggling to survive and thinking about it just placed false hope in his mind. “I see images flying everywhere. Your voice remains higher than the rest. I can’t concentrate on independent thought…” he spoke slowly, rubbing his head. Yumi was certainly trying hard with the encouragement but he wouldn’t have it any other way, especially when he was deteriorating fast. He needed something to focus on and that was certainly enough focus to keep him sane for now. “I need a strong mind to have willpower…you know. If something does happen, just…hit me as hard as you can, will you? I don’t know what was done to make it happen last time, I don’t know if it is still there…I don’t know if it was ever fixed. There’s the mind of a living weapon in this shell of a damaged warrior and there’s no way of knowing when an attack will happen…got it?”