It just didn't feel right excluding T'charrl from hunting, not when he was always coming along with them. If he genuinely didn't want to go then they weren't going to force him but to Takeshi it sounded more like he was just trying to be polite. There was plenty of animal life to hunt on Uuonoe, and not all of it was in the water. Sure, that fish had been pretty darn tasty, but who was to say they couldn't find something even better elsewhere? Trying to reassure their friend with a pat on the shoulder Takeshi quickly regretted his decision, becoming acutely aware of all of the little hairs prodding at his palm. Reflexively pulling back from it he knew he was going to be questioned for that, trying to come up with a half-assed explanation for his reaction. "I know it's always been that way, but maybe it's a bit long?" Takeshi offered lamely, smiling slightly as he shifted about, "Uh... T-That's not true either! It's not that I don't like touching you, it's just... Uh... I mean you've got a lot of hair, more than any of us do. I'm just not used to it, that's all. I don't [i]hate[/i] it."

Okay, this was most certainly not working as Vegeta had hoped. What he figured to be a way of making Kiton think more realistically was only serving to upset him, not his intention whatsoever. Maybe he was just tired and not up to the task of trying to help someone right now, he was certainly being more critical than he might normally be. "I suppose... Though I just took stories at that, as stories. I modeled myself after what I could see, what I had concrete proof of. I like to know what I'm doing, not haplessly follow something and hope it works. Though that didn't stop me with Viral..." He'd gone into the Beastman's treatment essentially blind, going off of only notes and papers that he'd collected during his time on Earth. By his own logic he shouldn't have done that, work with those, as it was the equivalent of putting all his faith in a story. Ugh... He really needed some food. "You say that as though we're bounty hunters, but we're not. We don't turn people in for money, we're more for getting people freedom than taking it away." 

"I'm not saying you have to stay with us, but for when they come asking that's what we'll tell them. Think of it as almost a diplomatic immunity, you'd be exempt from their persecution. Once they stop calling then you're welcome to do as you please, which we've been saying since this started," Vegeta responded, checking the food once more and smiling satisfied that the fish was nearly finished cooking. Pulling the potatoes and vegetables from the heat he grabbed a cooling plate and laid the skillet on top of it, turning off the respective burner before turning back to Kiton. "Well... We don't go out looking for fights, for one. They intentionally go to worlds where the Saiyans have control, we just happen to find them on occasion. We're also not actively fighting the King, not right now anyways. I suppose we're also different in that we don't try to recruit whoever we can find, it's more of an optional thing," he mused, reaching up and scratching at his cheek. "Actually, I know we don't have corpses, I've done an extensive inventory of what's on this ship and how many rooms we have, both living quarters, maintenance, storage and other, so I know there's no bodies. The reason it's so empty is because... Well we sort of stole it from the original crew," Vegeta admitted with a smile, "The Saiyans owned it, we are kind of borrowing it indefinitely from them. The crew who had it was much larger than we are, so that's why it seems so empty."

"It was a big leap, I know exactly what we need to address first now, where as before I wasn't wholly certain. I'd say that's some major progress," Aito explained, glancing over at Viral, "And you're right, I could. I could kill you myself if I wanted. I could eject you out into space, or force you to do it yourself, but I won't. Get this notion that I'll take your life out of your head Viral, that's one thing I will never grant you. I can help you and I will, simply taking your life and trying to repeat my success isn't good enough. I don't want another Beastman, I want you, and I'll be damned if I'm denied that." He hadn't come back from the dead to just fail on his first task, nor was he going to give up on Viral so easily. They hadn't even begun to work and already he was getting somewhere, if anything that was more encouraging than not. Having at last reached the library, Aito waited for Yumi to get the door for them, smiling gratefully as he led Viral right on inside. It was a surprisingly spacious room, more so than he'd have expected on a ship built for Saiyans. Just as he'd hoped too it was brightly lit, with relatively soft colors and plenty of comfortable furniture for their use. Making a beeline for the nearest sofa he stood beside it, looking at Viral and nodding to the furniture. "Sit however is most comfortable for you and we can start."