"Viral... You really don't remember much, do you? That's just how Aito is," June answered with a small smile, "I'm sure he doesn't mean what he said, he was probably testing something. He used to do it all the time with you, since you didn't always want to share your feelings. He'd push you so you spoke up, it was the only way really." Yes, even when Viral was healthy and 'happy' he was hardly one to have any kind of conversation. She could vividly remember her husband trying to speak with the Beastman on numerous occasions, only to get the cold shoulder in return. Maybe prodding the beast so to speak wasn't the safest way to make someone talk but it sure did work; June wasn't sure if anyone else had caught it but when Viral was snapping there was the slightest smile on Aito's work. Whatever he had been after he'd gotten, and she hoped that would lead them to helping the Beastman recover. She would do what she could in terms of support, but the medical business was well out of her reach.

"He's going to help you Viral, why would he say something like that then if he didn't have a reason for it?" Yumi offered, "Like June said he might have been testing you, that's all. Don't take it to heart, do you really think he thinks any less than the best of you?" Viral was, after all, Aito's only successful creation. Well that was if you didn't count Vegeta as a "creation", even if he technically was. Though in regards to their friend it was both the parents who had done that, so technically Viral was Aito's only creation that [i]he[/i] had worked on. But then he'd had those other two men helping him, and probably tons of assistants... Alright, enough of that, she was running in circles in her own head. Now she had to focus on getting Viral into the shuttle, a task that would by no means be an easy one. Her friend was still a bit bulky, and with T'charrl having changed as well she couldn't see everyone fitting, at least not easily. June must have had the same thought as both women stopped before the doors, exchanging a puzzled look and each looking up at Viral perplexed.

"Wonderful. Hopefully once all of this fighting as ended we might see you and your people on other worlds too," Vegeta added, smiling as he gave a parting wave before moving towards the shuttle. The rebels should honor the Namekians' wishes and not involve them, and he was hopeful that they would. Even so he couldn't help but send a glance in the way of Sasha and Ricken, somewhat wary as to what might happen from hereon out. With the Dragonballs used he couldn't see anyone coming to Namek for those, and with their numbers so small chances were trying to enlist them was out of the question. Much like Kaesstra he couldn't fathom a reason why anyone might come here now, seeing their making wishes as a sort of blessing in disguise in that regard. Smiling to himself he looked to the shuttle, a little confused when he saw his mother, Yumi and Viral all just standing there. What, was something wrong with the ship? Getting closer he noticed that they were trying to figure out a way to fit the Beastman it seemed, rolling his eyes before stopping behind them.

"There is the cargo bay in the rear of the shuttle, or did you forget that Yumi?" Vegeta asked, smiling amused.

Yumi turned around to look at Vegeta and frowned, shaking her head before nodding it in Viral's direction, "No way are we putting him back there, that seems mean. Besides will he fit right now?"

"I never said Viral was the one going back there," Vegeta retorted, letting out a sigh as he smacked his forehead, "It's for us, or anyone else who can't fit in the main compartment. We'll let T'charrl and Viral in first, get everyone in around them and whoever is left goes in back. It's not as though the trip back is that long anyways."

It came as no surprise to Takeshi that Shu wanted some fruit, smirking as he gave a thumbs up. They should really celebrate everything that happened anyways so chances were everyone was heading to the kitchen once they got back. Well maybe the showers first, just to get changed out of their nasty clothes and wash away dried blood and grime, but after that it was chow time! Unfortunately it didn't look like Viral would be joining them for the meal, and he doubted Vegeta's dad would be either, or Vegeta for that matter. And what if the twins and Kabocha wanted to be filled in when they showed up? They would have to spend even more time explaining what had gone on which meant less time to chow down and wash up.

"Eh...? I mean yeah, we can get you in the shuttle if you knock out, but what if we help that from happening?" Takeshi asked, smiling a bit as he reached out and put his hand on one of T'charrl's shoulders. Ignoring the chill that ran through his body at grasping the tufts of hair he closed his eyes, trying to focus on what little bit of Ki he had remaining. So their friend could absorb their energy, right? He didn't have much to go around but he had enough to spare, however little it might be. Though he was still tired Takeshi managed to bring out a bit, having to quickly sever it however after just a few seconds of sharing. Dropping his hand to his side he let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing at his forehead before smiling at the Kaesstrian. There, now he should at least be able to walk to the ship, maybe. That wasn't very much Ki at all but it should at least get him to the doors, then dragging him in would be no problem!

"You would have died. Judging by how everyone else looks whatever you were fighting was fairly strong, and given it hurt so many others it would have easily killed you on your own," Aito said plainly, "And I don't know that you've killed people or not, or what the situation here is even for that matter. All I know is that you're injured, I'm a doctor, and doctors usually help the injured. So please, do stop trying to deter me? I'm only doing my job." This was either a brave front the Frost Demon was putting on or an attempt to avoid what he perceived to be punishment. He'd be sorry to say that Kiton was to be disappointed, all he'd be receiving from Aito was medical attention. Honestly, was this kid not used to any kind of kindness, at all? He was being given a gift in essence and he was vehemently denying it, as if he was too skeptical to believe it could be true. A product of hate and exclusion, Aito supposed, what a sorry thing to see.

"Aito. My name is Aito, I'd like to not be thought of a dead man anymore," Aito replied, smiling amused as he chuckled, "And I assume you're a bloodthirsty killer, raping women, killing children, burning down worlds just for your own amusement? Or no... That was Frieza wasn't it? And his forefathers, not you. The way I see you is you're a good person caught in a bad situation. Stigmas, biases, sterotypes, all this negativity people have about Frost Demons has forced you and your kind to resort to lives of criminals, as you can't survive otherwise. Good people can do bad things when forced to, but it doesn't necessarily make them a bad person." He was a product of his environment, yet Aito could see he wasn't truly evil. Evil people didn't get saved by people like his son, and evil people didn't try to vilify themselves either, they were too busy bragging to do that. Since the closer side of the ship was currently being blocked up he took Kiton around to the other side, pausing at the door as he looked down at the young alien.

"Listen... You are not your forefathers, their crimes don't define you. If people want to label you as some kind of monster and you behave like this then you're only supporting what they think, you're becoming the very thing you hate. If you truly don't want to be seen like this then change, start working for the better and make people recognize that your kind are not all power-hungry or cold killers. It's not easy, changing how people view you, but it's not impossible either," Aito explained, smiling as he eased Kiton into the shuttle, "After I heal you we'll discuss this a bit more, if you'd like. Instead of labeling yourself as a criminal maybe one day you can label yourself as a hero, and others will too."