Just because Viral had been ill for a while didn’t mean he didn’t worry about him. He was supposed to be improving but everything was making him worse and turning him into a madman. He knew if Viral got too out of hand before he was cured he might end up in even bigger trouble and have to be killed off or shut away completely. It made him worried since he had been with them since the beginning of their journey involving the Dragonballs. “I just-…I-I’m just scared, is all. He doesn’t seem too happy with this guy either. If we lose him, we can’t use the Dragonballs to get him back…” He did have a lot of worries and definitely a lack of trust towards doctors, even if the person was perfectly nice themselves. He didn’t want to make Vegeta upset or anything, but doctors and people who focused on making life like Viral were pretty scary to him. Maybe Vegeta could do something about his problem now but then again he might be busy too and want to be with his parents more.

Sighing as he played around with his fingers he continued to press them together as Takeshi spoke to him, trying to ease his mind. Looking up to him he gave him a smile, nodding a little before looking away again. “Uunoue? I did like that place”, he spoke, sighing happily, “They had lots of fish there and made me all better. I don’t remember how we got there first, but it was nice once we did. Maybe friend would get even better if he got some fish and fresh air too. No think he would like being around people, though”. Feeling a little bit better about it he looked up to Takeshi, smiling back as he spoke. It would be nice if they got a break from Saiyans for now, maybe help others who might be having problems without worrying if Korian would summon them back. “It’s so empty on the ship. Lots of room but not many people. Could maybe walk anywhere and not find people! No fun like that”.

Kiton didn’t know how he was going to handle the food when he hadn’t had anything for so long, but it was a requirement so there was no denying him it once he finally got it. He couldn’t wait but also dreaded it, knowing he might end up embarrassing himself with his impulsive behaviour or run into somebody who really didn’t like him. Frowning at Vegeta’s answer he grunted as he was pulled to his feet, his head rather light after all that. “Agh…what? Even with a name like that you don’t?” he asked him, finding it rather odd before he looked down at the floor, moving his hand to help support himself as well. “I guess I shouldn’t question it. I don’t even know my true name but I can imagine it’d be something I wouldn’t want to relate to as well. I’m happy with my name, even if it is a bit silly…”

Viral found it hard to look at the man, even talking to him was proving difficult to accomplish. He didn’t know what might happen if he got into talking to him or if he’d twist certain things he said into something bad that would only get him angry. Scratching at his forearms he grumbled at his words, keeping his eyes off him as he looked elsewhere. Not really being one to try and start a conversation on that basis his eyes went to Vegeta quickly, letting out a grumble and shaking his head. He couldn’t find the courage to eat, even if saying such a thing made him sound like a coward. He was not ready for it in his state and who knew what would happen if he ate and suddenly got aggressive. Not feeling like he wanted to listen to Aito he still did, finding it hard to ignore the man completely. It was definitely horribly uneasy when he had been dead for so long, he didn’t even know what it was like before he was killed but it still felt familiar which only lead to further confusion.

Hearing Aito talk about catching up made him feel rather empty, especially when he didn’t know what they were catching up on. He didn’t know if he had been watching him from beyond the grave but it sure did make him feel uneasy just thinking about it. Letting out a low groan he glanced at him when he suggested going elsewhere, slowly standing up as if trying to get up on stilts. If he was to get any sort of comfortable with his own creator then he was probably best doing as he was told. He only vaguely knew where it was but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do when they got there. Managing to get settled on his legs he soon headed towards the door himself, walking with a slump.