"That fish was awesome... So soft and flaky, and it tasted really buttery..." Takeshi said, reminiscing as he began to drool slightly, "Man... I hope there's another one of those things..." The Uuonians didn't seem to mind their killing the fist, so he could only guess it was probably either a monster or nothing special. If they could kill another they probably would, it'd just mean a big meal for them to enjoy. The only problem with that was, much as they could put down huge amounts of food, that fish was a little too much even for them. There was a solution to that though, another celebration! Takeshi didn't know what they might celebrate nor did he particularly care, he just wanted more delicious fish. "We'll only kill bad things buddy, and we'll only kill what we've gotta kill. No reason to go nuts and start hunting everything, you know? Gotta leave something for them to eat." On a planet like Kaesstra they could pretty much eat what they pleased seeing as the locals didn't much care for meats, but on Uuonoe it was the total opposite. 

Glancing back at T'charrl, the older boy grinned and nodded his head, gesturing to himself with a thumb to his chest. "Damn straight we did. Shu and I were kicking the crap out of it, then Vegeta came along and helped kill it off. And hey, it's not like we fight a ton of dangerous stuff already, you know? It's not any fun hunting something that can't fight back." Was it a bit twisted to say that it was fun? Takeshi supposed it wasn't really 'fun' persay, more exciting. If you needed to work for your food he'd rather enjoy it somewhat then just smack something once and be done with it; really tasty food like the giant fish was well worth the effort. "Tell ya what though, we won't go and pick fights with anything scary, okay? We'll keep it nice and simple... Maybe."

"I suppose its what you take from the stories that matters in the end. If you model yourself after tales of genocide then you'll only repeat the atrocities, and if you follow the tales of heroes then you're bound to try living up to that," Vegeta mused, "But as I said, there's no way to know the entire story unless you were there. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with having an idol or someone you look up to, but just bear in mind that sometimes the truth isn't what it seems." Sounded a little paranoid, he would admit, but that was just the reality of his situation. When you were told your parents had died in an accident, for example, only to learn your friend had been manipulated into killing them your outlook on things kind of changed a little. "He owns Capsule Corporation, its a very successful business on Earth. We specialize in medicine, technology and space exploration, and a few other things I suppose," Vegeta said, sounding almost bored as he recounted it, "It's a bit dull though, running it. I'd been doing it for the last few years, but I suppose dad will be taking it back soon."

In fact, Vegeta was more than okay with Aito taking the reigns back, he was counting on it. There were things he wanted to do for himself that he'd never been able to, so often tied down to his chair and desk. Back when Viral had gone on his hunt for the Dragonballs he had so desperately wished to join them, but responsibilities at Capsule Corporation kept him from going. Now that he was getting a taste of adventure he wanted to remain doing this; making his father go back to work may be a little selfish, but somehow he suspected Aito wouldn't mind that much. "But what reason would they have to pretend? By your logic they would be pretending to gain something from you, but as you said you lost near everything on the ship. No money, no personal belongings, they've nothing to gain from deceiving you. If someone here becomes your friend then its genuine, I can guarantee you that."

Now that they were in the kitchen Vegeta found it a touch difficult to think of much else other than food. The group before had been courteous enough to clean up after themselves, but the room still reeked of food which only served to agitate his hunger further. He wasn't even sure what he might have to eat, nor did he particularly care, he just wanted food. Pushing open the swinging doors to the kitchen he held them for Kiton, pausing at the counter as he questioned the Frost Demon as to what he wanted. "Well of course I'm letting you decide, its your meal," Vegeta responded, giving Kiton a funny look of confusion, "You don't have to be so nervous, we're only eating. And fish is easy enough to prepare, just give me a bit to prep it." Rolling up his sleeves he went and dug through the refrigerator, finding a sizable filet and placing it down on the counter with a cutting board. Hm... Maybe he'd just fry it in some light oil, make a bit of hand-cut potato chips and a side of vegetables with it. Could Kiton even eat this food though?

Aito knew his order was causing conflict, but then that was the point. What was more powerful; Viral's need to obey, or his self control? Could he keep himself collected even when given such a tough order, or was he going to lose himself to a frenzy? Despite all of the protests he was going ahead with his plan, nigh demanding that the Beastman do as he was told. Watching as the first attack came in he made no effort to dodge, simply reaching up and catching both of Viral's arms as though they were nothing. It wasn't that there was no power behind the swings, because there certainly was, but it wasn't enough to pose a threat. Smiling he pushed Viral back from him, giving his hands a slight shake before dropping them down at his sides.

"If you want your strength back then we have to treat you, but to do that you have to let me treat you. You can't kill me Viral, not again, and I'm going to prove it," Aito explained, smirking as he waved the Beastman to come after him, "So come on, let's see what you've got." Not much more invitation than that was needed as Viral came rushing in once again, this time looking like he was trying to skewer someone. Putting one leg behind himself Aito reached out and caught the two horns, sliding slightly this time as Viral's full weight proved a little tougher to halt. Watching as the arms began to swing too he pushed Viral's head up, swiftly deflecting the incoming strikes as he tried to keep the Beastman well away from Yumi. Would he be able to recognize what was he was trying to show in this display? Or was he far too gone in his mania to acknowledge it?