“Well…they kept calling me that when I was locked away, so I asked Mister Viral. I don’t think I am a mutant though…even if I don’t look like the other Saiyans”, Shu spoke as he pressed his fingers together before he sighed, trying to get his mind off it, “Hopefully no monster we might get will be poisonous! I don’t want to get sick. I am happy being nice and healthy thank you. We need food for going so maybe they be nice, but who knows! Maybe rebels give us food”. He was sure they weren’t going to leave them struggling with food after doing what could only be described as heroic deeds for others, but he wasn’t going to make them give food to them. Maybe the rebels could help, otherwise they would have to go on the hunt and try and find all the food they can get.

T’charrl hoped he wasn’t going to be a pain to others when he was supposed to be able to hang out with them without any problem, but from the sounds of it they really wanted to go and get some fish and fight some fishy monsters too. He couldn’t handle that and knew if he got too wet he’d end up in a lot of trouble. He would get waterlogged very quickly and the pressure would be too much for him to handle when he would be under stress. His planet had very little water on the surface luckily for him and water underground could be sensed. He felt like he was hurting his chances to be part of the gang by being such a coward around dangerous environments when they were the ones who were fearless no matter the environment. “Uhhh you can still go to the water to find monsters if you want to do that. You don’t need to change your plans for me. I can get on by myself so you can have fun”.

Kiton was a little upset that he was being told he was wrong about the stories, the feeling akin to being told you were wrong to believe in better outcomes when most stories had good outcomes. He wasn’t a child for believing in such things, even if he was young. “I know, I won’t…I mean, I’m not like that. I’m not an idiot…”He was just making a fool of himself by talking about such things. He was supposed to be an awful outlaw Frost Demon, not some wimpy kid who believed in stories. This guy probably saw him as stupid and unable to see through false stories, being naïve beyond words.

Hearing Vegeta’s tone really made him feel as if he was an idiot, his expression dropping as he turned fully to the counter. Even if he was small he was still able to reach it comfortably, his legs in a lot of pain but still managing to keep him up. “It’s great that you don’t, I suppose…” he sighed, looking towards him a little, “I’m just worried, I guess. I don’t know any of you people and…healing? Why am I not getting healed by him or are you still holding that ‘criminal’ stuff against me? I can’t tell how anybody feels about me and having to put up with this pain while being helped just…confuses me. I’ve never received such hospitality before”. The food was already starting to smell delicious, his anticipation for a good meal being high the entire time he found out he was going to have to eat. He didn’t actually think he was going to get quality food given his status on the ship. Looking over to Vegeta he sighed as he was corrected, his eyes soon going to the pill bottle in his hand. “It’s just hard to believe. In this situation, prison food has been the norm. The fact I don’t even have any bonds makes me feel out of place. I don’t think you’d understand, though”.

Viral just wanted to see Aito defeated by him, but then again he didn’t really know what he wanted. He was full of anger and losing his mind all too quickly and Aito was doing nothing to help make him calm down and think clearly. He was trying to strike him with everything he had and by the time he swiped Aito had vanished and reappeared, his eyes only focusing back on him when he came back. Seeing his expression he let out an angry snarl, pushing a foot forward to make another leap straight for him but soon his neck was bound by Aito’s hand and a hard knock against his legs forced him to the ground with a hard thump. Wincing, Viral tried to lash out yet again but Aito instead sat on him, his arms being pinned to the floor and his horns grabbed the moment he tried to sit up.

Roaring angrily, Viral tried desperately to get up, his feet kicking up angrily and his tail trying to slap Aito away. He couldn’t reach him with this frame and with the built up pressure he was just furious without any way to relieve the stress. With his head pressed against the floor he couldn’t move it, even as Yumi leaned down before him and rested her forehead on his. Finding it incredibly difficult to move he could only stare with stress and anger in his eyes, Yumi’s words only managing to find their way to him as the pressure on his chest made it hard to make angry noises. Twitching an ear he continued to stare up, but soon his angered and confused glare turned into a drained stare, his feral state gradually being replaced by a defeated, exhausted form.