Shu giggled happily, pulling T’charrl alongside him as he moved closer to Takeshi. “I do remember! It was very tasty, everybody was happy! It was a nice and happy time”, he squeaked, still remembering why they had made a big feast out of it. He hoped the Uunoue people were happy again after getting that feast, hoping their homes had been rebuilt. It was a lot of damage they had sustained because of the rebels living there so he did hope they were still okay with what had happened and had forgiven the rebels. It was definitely nice that they had all gathered like that to feast on the big monster, all coming together no matter their background. “Maybe we go hunting! But only if the others are okay with that, I mean…don’t want to kill something that people love, yes? That would be bad!”

T’charrl felt a little lost but it was expected when he was already struggling to comprehend what they had been doing before they arrived on his planet. It all sounded quite nice to have a big feast, but involving a big monster made him wonder where their boundaries lied. “Uhh, you would eat a big monster fish thing…?” he asked before shaking his head, “At least you didn’t do that on my planet. I mean…they’re all vicious and deadly. If you thought I was strong, you should see some of the predators”. He wouldn’t want his friends getting hurt and the creatures on his planet were often large and powerful or quick and vicious with knife-like teeth. He would be worried over their safety when he knew exactly what kind of animals lived on his planet and they hadn’t even seen a fraction of what his planet had to offer.

 “Your father…? Head of a company? What kind of company?” Kiton felt he probably shouldn’t pry but he felt that he needed to know these people rather than having them appear like complete strangers. He was worried that he would just end up being the outcast even if he decided to join this group. “But…stories are important, at least to me. When you’re in space all alone, stories keep you going through the bad times, even if they’re tales of genocide! I-I don’t…think it’s…naïve to put your faith in stories…but, rather they act as a way to make you believe you can become something great too…”

He didn’t like how this guy was talking to him; just who did he think he is, anyway? It was in his right to believe stories told to others of greatness and fear. Just because his family was rich and he owned this massive spaceship didn’t mean he could tell him he was naïve for believing in what essentially could be made up bedtime stories. Feeling rather down on himself he sighed lightly, lowering his head. “Myself…? I just-…it’s hard to believe, okay? Maybe you’ve experienced it before what with all your money, but people will pretend to be your friend. Nothing’s stopping them from pretending they’re my friend…” The emergence of the others caused some fright in him, worried that they might stop to try and talk to him resulting in him feeling incredibly awkward when all he wanted to do was eat; luckily, they passed him and even gave a wave. 

Hearing the passing group talk about their past endeavours and planets made Kiton feel like he was missing out on some stories, but the feeling that he shouldn’t pry made him incredibly nervous too since it sounded like these people were killers and were well aware that they were very strong. If he got on the wrong side of them he was afraid that he would end up pretty dead, even if the stories might be exaggerated. Still not feeling completely settled with that he nearly stumbled over his feet when Vegeta stopped, watching as another group emerged from the mess hall. Staring at them he noticed that two of the Saiyans looked the same, watching the pair as one elbowed the other ending with both of them looking to him. Staring right back at them he moved when Vegeta decided to move again, watching the Saiyans as he headed in before looking to Vegeta. “Well…some believe we’re monsters that will suck the lifeforce right out of you or something, I mean…what people call us doesn’t play well to us not being monsters”, he spoke as he looked around the mess hall, feeling weak in the knees already, “Anything in mind…? You’re giving me a choice? Uhh! Uhh…fish? Fish…any fish. I won’t eat fast, or I’ll try not to”.

Viral couldn’t disobey a direct order like that and hearing it from Aito had him forcing himself into obeying it, his desire to show that he wasn’t weak overpowering his sense to see it was a stupid order to begin with. Throwing his arms at Aito in a vicious assault, he continued to try and push himself in order to damage Aito even before he realised he couldn’t get his arms to go any further as they were caught instead. Snarling angrily when he found he couldn’t attack he looked down at Aito, glaring at him as he spoke before he was pushed back. Stumbling on his feet he stared at Aito furiously, looking like he was finding it hard to comprehend he had been stopped with barely any effort. 

In this form he was stronger than he had ever been before, stronger than most could believe and yet Aito had stopped him like it was nothing. He didn’t know what he was talking about, he didn’t know how strong he had been when he was healthy when he paid no attention to him throughout the years. His memories of him being healthy was from practically twenty years ago. Snarling furiously at Aito he simply dropped down and tried to ram Aito with his horns with as much force as he could muster, his arms ready to swipe out with fury.