Shu had faith in Takeshi’s words, he always did even when they got separated. He always believed he’d be back for him and he was so that was all the more reason to believe his word. He was happy that Takeshi could give him reassurances when he had many doubts. “That makes me happy. I’m glad you believe he will”, he spoke calmly, nodding happily before lowering his head again, “I just hope he eats and sleeps again. I mean…does he sleep anymore? I never see him eat either apart from the bad times when he thought he was a big kitty. I would be all funny if I was hungry and tired all the time…” Sighing heavily he rested his head on his arms, trying to think away from it all so he might feel better. Hopefully everything would work, he wasn’t feeling too good about everything just now and was relying on Takeshi’s word.

Looking to Takeshi he gave him a smile, slowly moving his arm around and giving his neck a rub. “Big world! Yeah! Maybe nice purple and pink and yellow places…maybe colourful places! It was a nice world, I thought”. He really wondered if they would get to see the other places on that planet while they could find peace there. He wondered if there was a really nice place they could go and maybe help people too, but if they didn’t have time for that then maybe that was going to be okay too. Staring at the table he squeaked when Takeshi suddenly lifted him away causing Shu to stumble to his feet. Shaking his fists around for a moment he quickly turned to Takeshi again, bouncing on his feet. “What if maybe there be people living on here we don’t know? That feels really weird if it is a thing”, he spoke quickly, rubbing his arms. “Would be really nice to have more people, but not sneaky people. Or maybe need sneaky people, but sneaky on our side. Friend all being sneaky and get things for us without getting into trouble…ooh! Like food!”

Kiton couldn’t understand it, whether there was a whole bunch of people called Vegeta or there was something he was not understanding fully. “Uhh, in name? Was it a popular name…? I don’t know much about how long Saiyans live but a ‘great’ grandfather sounds like a long time ago”, he spoke, trying to think about it but only managing to make his head hurt. He probably shouldn’t try and think about a lot if he was supposed to be taking it easy, especially on matters regarding history; besides, maybe it was a sensitive subject and probably shouldn’t be talked about all that much. It could be a private matter.

Hearing Vegeta hint at his name being bad but not wanting to outright say that made him feel rather confused, but what he said had him wondering the meaning behind it. He didn’t really think like that regarding his name, only that it sounded rather alright for him other than what he might be called if he found his true name. It didn’t really matter to him what he was called but if he put it that way then maybe it was more important than he thought. “You think so…? I can’t imagine people remembering my name for it to reflect badly on me. I’m sure you can imagine what they look to first before the name”. He figured it was the same for Saiyans, but his was much easier to spot. Staring at him as he spoke about his beast friend he moved his head slightly to look, his eyes soon going back to Vegeta as he frowned. “Your friends sound weird…well, except that Takeshi guy. Sounds like a typical soldier to me”, he spoke, lowering his head, “I don’t know why I’m commenting. I’ve never had friends before, anyway. How do you pick the people you take on your ship…? Just pick them up and go? Is this some sort of oddball sanctuary…?”

Viral already had enough of this guy, just wanting his medicine at this point. He was fed up with hearing his voice all because it hurt his head whenever he tried to think about it, effectively making things worse for himself. If he was going to get any sort of treatment done he wouldn’t mind some medicine instead of having to talk. Talking wasn’t his strong suit anyway and everybody knew that, especially when he was looking like this. He didn’t know why the library was the place to be for this junk but if it would make Aito not have to smell like the medical bay. He just couldn’t relax around the guy like this, even though he knew perfectly well that they were going to bring him back.

Looking up at Aito when he spoke up he let out a low growl before looking to the floor again. He didn’t feel too sure about what he was supposed to expect out of him knowing anything they had been doing all of this time. He could had at least glanced at them or asked to see what was happening when everything that happened up to this point was crucial to how he was supposed to help him recover. “You…don’t need to hear anything about that from me…” he mumbled, sounding like he was trying to refrain from talking to him. He would have to sooner or later, but knowing Aito he might just try and turn what he was saying into something a little less savoury for his tastes. It could easily turn into him belittling him again, but hopefully it wouldn’t regarding how hard he was having to try to keep his mind together. Flinching at his next question he let out a huff with a sharp turn of his head away from his direction, finding it rather hard to believe they had been ignoring him for a few years. So much for the dead always watching over the ones they cared about, making it sound as if he had been up to some rather suspicious things that they couldn’t bear to watch. “Did you even care? Did you simply stop watching just because you figured everything was fine or was it just boring?? Hmph! Privacy….like you even expected to come back…” he growled, giving his arm a quick scratch before he sighed, “Apart from nearly dying over and over again? I’ve been…forbidden freedom, ignored, nearly sold, stolen away, tortured, enslaved, nearly died several times…and that was before this happened! Quite convenient you missed all of that, isn’t it…”