As if Takeshi weren't feeling bad enough about his aversion now T'charrl was listing off why he needed the hair too. Things were just fine between them until this stuff came up, he always felt like crap for making his friend upset. Looking at the Kaesstrian apologetically he frowned at the mention of Yumi, having no idea she had spoken to him about it. So she was telling him they didn't like him then? No, that didn't sound like her, but she'd said something to that effect. Great, now he was going to have to argue against her word too! Sighing to himself he looked over to Shu, even further upset hearing the little guy expressing his concerns. "I don't know buddy... Maybe Vegeta or his dad can help us with that now though," he offered hopefully, smiling slightly as he looked back at T'charrl. He couldn't well let the guy keep going on thinking he didn't like him or something, but how was he supposed to fix it anyways? There was one way he figured might work, yet doing so was going to take an awful lot of courage on his part. 

"I don't hate being near you, honest. I mean I'm near you right now, aren't I?" Takeshi asked lamely, shifting his weight around a bit, "Here, I'll even prove it to you." He was probably going to go in a fit over doing this, but he'd rather have everyone in a decent mood for playing than be all mopey and sad. Stepping in he abruptly placed his arms around T'charrl, hugging his friend as he seemed to pale considerably. Despite himself he went ahead and kept on hugging, arms wrapped around the Kaesstrian for a good solid few seconds before he finally stepped back. His mouth twitched slightly with anxiousness and he was squirming a little, but for the most part Takeshi looked to be keeping it together. "S-See...? Baby steps, that's all. I'm g-getting better at it!" Ooooh, it was all over him wasn't it? Those flakes, what were they even? It was quite the effort not to start brushing himself down, because boy did he want to.

"Right... Let me show you my concern for that potential event," Vegeta responded, turning and resuming preparing the meal. As his father had decided Kiton was not inherently a bad person, and he wasn't going to do what he had just said. Might he end up leaving them once he was able? Perhaps, but he scarcely felt like his life was on the line here. "Which is why I would suggest you consider coming along with us. We wouldn't send you off with nothing, but we can't put you up and provide for you if you leave either. Even if its only temporary that you travel with us, that's fine. We're not ones to turn someone away, regardless of who they are or what their past might look like. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet, I know I certainly do." Hell, he probably had enough to fill a graveyard at this point, yet the others didn't scrutinize him for that. Nor was he labelled by those mistakes, which was nice seeing as he had made plenty. The one person who he actually worried about though was Viral, as his handling of the Beastman had been anything but satisfactory over the years. From friend to something of a nuisance and back, Vegeta didn't know if the damage done could be reversed.

Gathering together the plates and utensils they would need, Vegeta sent Kiton on ahead to pick out a table. The Frost Demon could barely walk on his own but he was going to, what with his helper's hands all full of food. Following close behind he watched as Kiton unevenly moved about, wincing as he nearly fell over the table. "We have a personal history with the King, and a poor one at that," he explained simply, setting down plates on the table before beginning to portion out the food, "Shu and Takeshi are his sons, both of them were forced to work under him for a little over a year. The way Viral is now? That's because of the King too, as is why Yumi looks different than a normal human would. He's made our lives fairly difficult, so we've got a score to settle I suppose." Setting out the last of the meal, Vegeta piled up the empty plates before taking his spot beside Kiton, wasting no time in beginning to help himself to the meal. 

"With all due respect Viral, you're hardly a well-concealed assassin in your current state, so I think I would know if you were coming. That being said I suppose you're right, I can't always be prepared. But think about it... Before you were erratic, none of your attacks would have killed me outright. If you did attack me it would be when you're not yourself, and therefore your strikes would be both predictable and far from the single, lethal blow you'd need. Short and sweet, the only time you'll attack is if you lose your mind again, and I can handle you like that." So it seemed that his method hadn't fully alleviated that worry, but at least Viral was now looking at things differently. If his only concern was that he might go rampant and attack then it was easily handled, he just had to be mindful not to spark anything. This session of theirs was also doubling as a conditioning, getting the Beastman used to being around Aito again. Once that became a non-issue then the real work could begin. 

"Let me share something with you Viral, if you will. It'll be quick, I promise," Aito said, smiling as he leaned forward in his seat, arms folded across his legs. "I had managed to attain Super Saiyan strength early in my life, and I spent a great deal of my childhood and young adult years unopposed by anyone. Father and grandfather aside there was hardly anyone who could fight me and come out victorious, so I may have been a bit arrogant before. It wasn't until I met someone and began training with them that I finally met my match, on more than one occasion. If I remember right we had fifteen sparring matches in all, and I won eight of them, the other person won seven. Every single one was close too, it wasn't as if either side ever had a gross advantage over the other. I would love to fight with them again when I get the chance, to see if I can put another win under my name, or if he'll manage to tie things between us. Tell me... Any guess who that person might have been?" He didn't say it outright, but the way that Aito was staring at Viral, smiling amused, his expression might as well be saying it. Giving it only a few seconds of silence he let out a chuckle, reaching one hand up and rubbing at his head, "You're sick, it's natural your strength has waned. But you can get to that level again, to someone who I could barely beat. I know what your best is, and I know we can reach it again. All I ask of you is to trust what I say and do as I ask."