T’charrl didn’t know if he should be happy to be praised like this, simply knowing there was people that believed in him was enough to lift his spirits. He didn’t know how anybody could come to the conclusion that he was getting better after looking at him but if they thought he was then he was going to let them keep thinking that. He just didn’t know if he was going to be hit by some horrible side effect from all of this energy he was holding onto inside him. He was scared of what he might become if he continued the way he was going now, simply unable to understand what route his body was going in and why it was struggling to stay the same shape even if he had all this energy apparently under control.

Looking to the children as they played around near them he let out a sigh, finding it quite strange that there was such a carefree air already when apparently they had been struggling to survive because of the monsters. Word must spread fast that the monsters were gone and they could now play around as much as they wanted with no worries at all. It must be nice to have no worries like that, sighing lightly before he looked back to Takeshi. “I doubt myself because I’m the one experiencing it. It’s hard to have faith in yourself when you struggle to contain such great power. I feel sorry for the Spirit too…having to constantly keep me in check so it can survive…” Lowering his head he scratched at his face, giving Takeshi a little smile when he enjoyed the compliment. He didn’t think strength came in how hard you could hit something, but instead from character. “I certainly don’t want to be kicked. It’s okay though, I don’t think I could compare to you. I mean…you only have two arms. How can it be possible to compare me to you?”

“Your people are still prosperous and there is some good there too. Mine are just…endangered…and hunted”. Kiton had been told what the rebels do and why they were asking for him on their side, but he still didn’t know the full reason as to why the King was so dangerous if he hadn’t heard of him much before. He was confused by everything that was happening in the universe while he was apparently completely oblivious or just not paying enough attention to see that there was a problem; then again, he wasn’t technically a citizen so he couldn’t say he was able to take much notice. Frowning, Kiton looked to Haku as he spoke with some logic, but that kind of logic would be easily lost on someone else who would just see him as a troublemaker and as a demon like the name his race had earned. “I don’t think they will see me as innocent even if I do feel sorrowful for what happened. I tried hard to kill those things, but my ship was failing and-…there’s no point. I might as well take the punishment. Maybe it will make me feel less guilty if I just take what they want to give me…”

Shu didn’t like how little his friend had faith in himself, especially when he was the most muscular of them all most times. He was sure he was just feeling a little down because he had to take a bath and would probably feel better once he changed back. He hoped his friend would believe in himself in the future, especially when his power was unique and helpful to all of them when he could make it work correctly. Giving him a hopeful smile he squeaked when he heard someone approach them, looking up to see who it was. It was a Namekian, one that was quick to introduce himself and offer up his services as a healer. Squeaking happily he stood up, pointing to his brother and friend. “Ooh! New friend! Friend Eri, my brother and friend are hurt…but I’m fine!”

Viral didn’t want to be here at all, especially when he could barely sit down properly. It was not comfortable at all and there were too many hazards he was trying to prevent. Feeling like he would be better lying down on the floor he moved around on the cushion, his tail swinging awkwardly as he tried to move his arms in a better position.  This was just terrible for him and rather uncomfortable, but the least he could do was try and act like a normal person. While it wasn’t enough for him to feel awkward, the Namekians were soon bringing in food for the others to eat even when Namekians didn’t need to eat themselves unless for pleasure or to get their water another way. Immediately closing his eyes he covered his face with his large paws, trying to mask the smell and hide from the sight of the fish.

The Elder hoped they were reasonable people, but by their body language and how quick they were to answer the summons they certainly seemed like the kind to make up less demands than his own. He knew what they were after too, it was obvious from the start when they appeared so willing; however, he wasn’t going to go ahead and assume that’s what they wanted. Listening to Sasha he gave a nod, not really convinced that it was a good reason for them to come here especially when Namek had been off the map for longer than she had probably been alive for. He had seen so much happen and been through so much that wars just didn’t come anywhere close to Namek. 

Looking to Vegeta instead his eyes soon moved towards his friend who had been struggling at first but was now looking like he was trying to hide from something; what a strange creature, he thought. “The Dragonballs…so, you’re from Earth”, he spoke, his eyes going back to Vegeta, “Only a few knew we still existed and that the Dragonballs belonged to us. It doesn’t feel that long ago since we were stranded on your planet while this one was discovered for us. That terrible Demon Frieza destroyed our home…we did not need another monster destroying this one. How do you think the Dragonballs will help your friend recover from…what he has wrong with him? How do you wish to use the Dragonballs to fulfil this desire? You see, many of my people perished because of those monsters and we need to use them to fulfil our wish to bring them back…of course, that only requires one of the three wishes…and if your desire requires three…”