Shu couldn’t wait to play with everyone now that they could relax a lot better, feeling the edge come off his body immediately into something nice and calming. If T’charrl was going to be playing he hoped Takeshi was going to be tolerant with him and not end up freaking out over his fur again. He thought it was a little sad that T’charrl was so nervous about getting close to others when everyone but him was put off to his thick soft fur when all it did was keep him warm and probably free of dirt, even if he did drop a lot of dust sometimes when he was nervous. He was sure he was going to freak out again at some point but Shu knew what to do to help T’charrl if that did happen. Rubbing his head when Takeshi poked his forehead he soon gave it a quick shake, smiling happily at Takeshi. “Yay! I want to explore and see why people love the planet…even if big monsters…” Squeaking happily he bounced around and immediately headed towards the door after Takeshi not before suddenly running back to T’charrl, taking him by the arm and taking him out after Takeshi. “Friend T’charrl have lots of fun!”

Kiton didn’t understand who wouldn’t want to have everything they wanted if at the cost of having that kind of responsibility, but his perspective of royalty was what he knew to be what he had heard in stories. “I don’t know…sounds alright to me. Respect comes with it…” he sighed, shaking his head slowly, “I would call it famous, though. I mean…I don’t remember hearing anything about it being terrible when it’s not related to evil. You get told legends but you don’t hear about infamy”. He found it hard to understand what the problem was with the name and everything to do with it. If it was something personal to Vegeta then he could understand, but it wouldn’t hurt to find out more about it.

Kiton frowned when he was instead told off for the further actions he’d take against someone terrible, sighing and looking away in response. He saw it as no problem at all when the other person was clearly a jerk and would never understand what it would be like to be him. He didn’t see how it was the same as what his kind did in the past, but then again he wasn’t exactly the most sociable person in the galaxy and seeing it as a social hindrance was probably something Vegeta’d know more about. “I just-…I just can’t get them to change either…so what’s the point on trying”. Feeling a little lost for good thought he gasped when he noticed someone ahead, caught pretty off-guard by someone appearing up ahead. Staring at them for a moment he sighed, calming down again before looking up to Vegeta again. “Yeah…yeah, food. I haven’t had food in a very long time”, he sighed, feeling weak with hunger as if the feeling had just been waiting until he got close to food before coming at full force, “Many think my kind don’t need food because…well, anatomical reasons…but we need energy from somewhere”.

Viral didn’t want to have his mind picked at like this, he was already having a hard time keeping it together and having his mentality analysed was just going to make things worse for him. He was not able to see through the building rage everytime he had to think about the hows and whys he was feeling like this. He was angry nearly all the time and completely stressed out. Finding it hard to keep calm he tried to distract himself by scratching his scalp to the point he might as well end up bleeding out. Maybe saying why would help him feel somewhat better and get a load off his chest; however, as Aito started talking his stressed expression dropped. Moving a step back he removed his claws from his head. There he was with the quip about his strength, his own creator saying he wasn’t capable and how he only lucked out when killing him last time.

Stunned in an array of thoughts and feelings towards this man once again he gasped when the man vanished, appearing just a little further ahead. Staring at him he shook his head slowly, feeling stressed and displaying a mental struggle over his words. Taking a step back he gasped as he gave the order, raising his claws as if ready to follow through with the order; however, hearing Yumi’s voice he gasped, temporarily leaving his mindset and looking to her with worry and surprise. “Y-Yumi…? I-…but-…” he stuttered before growling angrily, raising his claws, “I can’t disobey!” With a snarl he immediately darted straight at Aito, throwing his claws down with as much strength as he could muster to try and prove the man wrong.