Shu looked up at Takeshi when he spoke, frowning before looking away with a shrug. “But long time matters and now he’s worse. It makes me feel sad…” he sighed, leaning on the table, “Ooh, I guess I just wanted Mister Viral to feel happy with his parents, but he didn’t seem happy at all”. It was a little of a sad scene they had to witness when they finally made their wishes, especially considering their friend was under such high stress that he looked like he was going to try and kill his creator. Shu was happy for food and all that but it was not going to distract him so easily from what was happening now. He didn’t have a clue to where they were going and that made him worried as well, knowing he might never know where they’re going until they finally arrive. He hoped they weren’t going to end up travelling to their own father without being told because that would be very bad.

Looking to Kabocha when he immediately spoke up he frowned at him, shifting in his seat. It wasn’t Vegeta’s fault that Viral was in the state he was, he had tried to help him as much as he could. “Using Dragonballs isn’t weird! We used them before to bring back lots of dead people already”, he spoke quickly, lowering his head as he played around with his fingers, “I hope we stop somewhere for longer than a little bit like that, though. I mean…it was fun and all fighting that thing, but I want to stay somewhere for long time and train and get better, not while in a funny room. I want nice smelling air! Metal hurts feel lots…” Maybe the food hadn’t kicked in quite yet but he was feeling rather drained still, his mind not quite with it as he tried to think around the upsetting things in his life right now. Sighing, Shu scratched his chest, looking to Takeshi. “We have many friends now, yes? Do you think we get more friends soon too? I really like many friends. Maybe more people out there that need our help from Father…”

Viral didn’t feel it was right to call them his parents, especially when he didn’t do anything to earn them as such other than being made by them because they ‘felt like it’. He didn’t know what they were thinking when they made him but he knew they made the decision to have a son after he was created. If he was accidentally given a personality then he was their secret and one he probably won’t find out if it’s true yet. “I don’t know what I want anymore. You need to know where you belong before you can fit in”. He could barely remember his own name anymore as his condition advanced, his mind slowly crumbling with very little to hold on to other than his own tame self. Looking to Vegeta he sighed at his decision, not finding it the easiest thing to do. He needed to know many things but he found it hard to trust him. Watching Vegeta get up he grumbled when he patted his shoulder, watching him go and see to the Frost Demon and effectively swapping places with Aito. Staring at him he soon grumbled, looking away when he was addressed. He didn’t want to say anything that might end up being used against him, even if it was a greeting.

Kiton stared at Aito for a moment before looking over to Vegeta, finding it odd that it would be him who would be willing to take him around. He couldn’t move very well and was already hurting a lot to look to him considering how he had to do it to turn his head. His horns were a rather large inconvenience when he was injured. He was very excited about food regardless of his condition and who he might find there so that was helping with his mood, at least. “Find something I like…? But that’s not going to help my case with these people”, he spoke lowly, Trying to move again,”M-Maybe…I might have some freedom after all…” Watching Aito leave him he gasped a little when Vegeta approached him, staring at him before raising his hand slightly, “Vegeta, huh…? Is that a common name for your people?”