T’charrl didn’t think it was anything to brag about, especially with what he had to go through to beat that thing. He was not happy with how he had to kill it and he would never want to do it again. If Takeshi had to go through what he did then he wouldn’t want to wish he killed that thing either. “I still had to go through a lot to kill it…I mean, I was filthy. Do I still smell?” Looking down at himself as his antennae moved around he let out a sigh, not catching any smell but still was concerned that he might still stink to some people. Still bothered by the fight he tried to take his mind off it, but doing so meant he was placing his thoughts somewhere else, namely where he could only question if he was doing the right thing by trying to get stronger. Just because he had found his true form again and managed to have a name placed on what his ability was it didn’t mean he had control over it. He still had the spirit within him and was holding off any further mutations for now, but there was no telling when he’d become so monstrous that he had to be put down before he became something greater. “Confidence is control and if I have none of that…I don’t know, it’s hard to say whether I truly have the control I think I have”, he spoke, looking at his claws. He already looked like a monster to his people so technically he was, but a personality change would definitely be worrying. If his power grew too much then what was the limit and what was the point where he would need to draw the line. “I just wonder…what is my limit and the point where I still have control? My body changed a lot in the short space I was with you guys because I couldn’t control my power. And things happened to me…scary things…” he spoke before he sighed, lowering his head a little before smiling at Takeshi. “I don’t think I could be as strong as you. I may have a lot of power, but power doesn’t make you strong. Regarding true strength, you are still stronger than I could ever be”.

Kiton probably could use some protection against that guy if he was to go with them, whether they would want to heal him here or not. He didn’t know what their plans were with him because of what he did, but whatever they were they weren’t going to let him be free until they took him to their leader. Who knew how they would contain him or just keep him with his injuries so he couldn’t move much without having to go through terrible pain. Staring at Haku he frowned as he spoke, already doubting they would go easy on him compared to how they appeared to treat this guy. “Only one other has shown kindness to me…but she sounds more like a recruiter than anything…” Hearing how Haku met the others he couldn’t see this guy killing the others that were part of this crew, thinking someone just sent him on a pointless chase for whatever reason. “You’re a Saiyan, right? Of course you’ll be forgiven after they see what you’re truly like. My kind are evil by default to others. Besides…I actually killed people. Innocent people. You don’t look like the type to have a lot of blood on your hands despite being a Saiyan…”

Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to feel around this Elder, feeling all too suspicious over the guy. Who knew whether he would accept him into his home if he was by himself because of how he looked, the guy looking more like he had been told a docile monster would be entering his home given how calm he appeared to be. Staring at him suspiciously he slowly turned his attention towards the cushions, not looking too confident with sitting down on them things. Frowning, he watched how Vegeta and Yumi sat down, not really being given a good clue to how he was supposed to sit down himself. Looking at his legs he lifted a foot up and analysed it, grumbling when he figured he wasn’t going to be able to sit down properly no matter what way he tried. Frowning, he looked to Yumi as she suggested a seat for him, slowly approaching the cushion as he tried to figure out how to sit down. Moving his feet in front of the cushion he tried to sit down on it but stumbled back, falling onto it carelessly and nearly falling onto his back. Growling in frustration he slowly moved his feet along the ground towards the cushion, sitting like an animal with his paws in front while trying to keep his fins from slapping Yumi and Vegeta. He really didn’t look comfortable but was still trying, definitely not looking like he’d remain there for a good length of time.

The Elder waited for everyone to get seated and by that he more waited for Viral to get seated. He didn’t know how the creature managed to sit down normally if it was this much of a struggle to get seated. Being fair patient he soon moved to one of the cushions himself, slowly sitting down with his legs crossed. “…Now. I trust you are all…comfortable”, he spoke, giving a glance to Viral who was still trying to stay on the cushion, “I heard you are the group who defended my people from the alien. How lucky we are to have been visited by your people…but, you’re not here for praise, are you? We’ll heal your fighters, but there’s also a few questions I want to ask: how did that creature find its way to our planet? How did that ship find its way here and more importantly…what brought you here in time to save us?” Just as he finished a few Namekians arrived in the room carrying large stone carved plates with fresh roasted fish, placing them on the table while another Namekian went around with a sort of tea, giving the Elder his first before filling up stone cups for the guests. “Here we are. Just because us Namekians only need to consume water doesn’t mean we have to give our guests only water or tea. I hope it’s suitable”.