"Hey, the last big monster we found we ate, remember? That stupid fish thing!" Takeshi said, grinning as he rubbed his stomach, "That was delicious, I hope we find another one. Or maybe a giant pig... Ooooh, giant strips of bacon!" They had only just eaten and yet Takeshi was hungry again, as only a Saiyan could be. The unusual notion of giant farm animals seemed like a fantasy come true to him, and it could just be that some planet out there had exactly that. Or the alien counterparts to farm animals, he really doubted there were space cows. Really it didn't matter much what they found, only that it was edible. Shu could have his fruits and leaves or whatever, Takeshi would be damned if he had to stick to those for every meal. Humming to himself as they left the mess hall he wondered where they should head to play, losing his train of thought when he saw Vegeta and Kiton up ahead. Smirking he gave the pair a wave, wondering what they were doing down here.

"You can gain respect without having to take on that kind of duty. My father commands that kind of respect and he's only head of a company, not some ruler." Though with Capsule Corporations influence perhaps Aito was a ruler, just not in the traditional sense of the word. "Legends are told by the victors, you hardly ever hear the stories from the defeated party," Vegeta pointed out, frowning as he shook his head, "Stories can obscure what happened, especially if its a story from the winning side. Someone who is dubbed a hero by some is a villain to everyone else, a deed that was called pure and just in one tale could be genocide for all we know. Unless you know the full story behind something it's best not to put your entire faith into it, that's just naive." It was like how his father had tried to tell him what a great man Vegeta had been, only for his grandfather, Trunks, to share the real information. Two different accounts of the same thing, both shedding a completely different light on an individual. So yeah, you didn't tend to hear legends about how awful people were, but then that was usually because no one was left to tell them.

Convincing Kiton that the others could be befriended wasn't easy, but then this was hardly Vegeta's area of expertise. Someone like Yumi would be far better suited for this conversation, or even Shu despite his manner of speaking being a bit odd. Furrowing his brow as he mulled over what was said he finally shook his head, looking over at the Frost Demon, "You don't know that unless you do try. They have made friends out of plenty of people already, there's nothing to say you won't be among them. The only thing holding you back from doing such a thing is yourself." It may not be easy, and it may in fact not happen, but Kiton needed to at least give it an effort to have a definitive answer. Curious as to why the alien had gasped he looked ahead, wondering where those four might be off to. Only giving them a nod as the two groups passed he paused at the door, watching as Kabocha, Kai and Choi all left as well. 

"You're a living creature, it's absurd to think you don't need food," Vegeta said plainly as he went into the mess hall, "You'll have to eat lightly though, we don't want to make you sick. If there's anything you've got in mind I'll see about making it for you." What did a Frost Demon generally eat anyways? His information on Kiton's kind was grossly lacking, he couldn't even pretend to have knowledge of them. Given it had been some days since his last meal he figured Kiton would eat whatever he was given, but it just seemed a courtesy to ask before shoving food at him.

Was provoking Viral a foolish idea? Most certainly. June would likely be throwing a fit if she knew what he was doing, which was precisely why he'd not told her any of his plans. Insane as this might appear to Yumi he knew precisely what he was doing, he would be in control during this entire process. It was a little surprising that the Beastman so readily took the order despite his concerns about attacking just seconds earlier; the ability to command Viral was still there, perhaps stronger than ever. Standing motionlessly in the middle of the corridor he did his best to make Viral attack, hoping Yumi's interference had no bearing on this. Her words would fall on deaf ears, and with a vicious snarl the Beastman went on the attack, darting right ahead with claws poised to strike. It would be easy enough to dodge this attack, but then that wasn't the point of this exercise. Viral had to be shown how fruitless his concerns were, how there wasn't any reason to fear potentially attacking Aito. Smiling right up to the point of impact the Saiyan raised his hands, and without budging even a centimeter caught both of Viral's arms, halting him in place.

"If you were healthy like before I doubt I could halt you so easily, but in your current state it's hardly any kind of effort," Aito said, looking up at Viral, "I suppose you still won't believe me though, that maybe this is a fluke. So then, try it again!" With a push he tried to force the Beastman back a bit, taking a small step backwards as well and motioning for Yumi to do the same. Glancing back at her curiously he frowned seeing how pale she was, clearly not enjoying this demonstration at all. A shame, but it was necessary for Viral's sake, she would just have to suck it up. "Come on then, Viral. Surely you can manage more power than that, what with that frame of yours? How do you expect to kill me if you can't even move me?"