Viral couldn’t shake off the confusion all of this had left him with whether Aito meant for him to be dragged down to that level or not. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be, whether he was in the same league as a human or something more like he had always believed. He would’ve been born a normal human if they never did modify his body, confusing him to what he truly wanted to be. Humans had always been rotten to the core in his eyes through all the actions they claimed to be for the good of their kind, how he had judged them from a distance and how much he saw they were willing to destroy to see their own selfish desires triumph. Their fights over money and territory made them nothing more than animals, but hearing Aito confess about his origins made him uncomfortable and question his own animalistic tendencies. He didn’t know what to feel anymore and Aito questioning his feelings didn’t help matters, the questions only feeling as if they were rubbing it in that he was nothing more than a mutant.

“And if I went through life not knowing…how would that make matters better?” he questioned Aito, narrowing his gaze, “Keeping me in the dark…how does that help? Would you keep Vegeta in the dark if he was adopted? What if his real father was the man behind my killing of you? You would never keep that a secret from him, would you…” He knew when it came to his own origins he had more than just Aito and June to thank for that, but the origins of the man behind his manipulation made him question what allegiance he was intended to be a part of, whether he was made to be part of the RRA. They wouldn’t had just given Aito and June the help if they didn’t have a say in what he was supposed to be, even if Aito told him he was to protect Earth. The RRA imprint would be in his DNA somewhere, who knew if he would turn on them again.

Questioning Vegeta about his past actions was something he had to do now, especially now he had him in a position where he couldn’t walk away. He was ever going to be able to fully understand what drove humans to commit such acts against creatures that wasn’t one of their own kind, but he didn’t know if Vegeta was guilty of such a primitive habit or if he genuinely saw him as another lab creation before, an asset of his company. Staring at Vegeta as he spoke he narrowed his gaze, letting out a sigh as he looked away. “I don’t know what you could do for me. I’m sure that’s something you should think about yourself…”

Aito’s sudden exclamation caught him a little off-guard, turning to him as Aito decided to do a little light reading by the looks of it. Not seeing it as something he had to get up for he simply groaned, looking off to the side with the desire to sit down again as Aito made him uncomfortable speaking about him. Still listening to Aito despite making him feel uncomfortable, he frowned and looked back, only wondering what he was thinking with that idea. While it sounded like a plausible idea, he didn’t know how such a thing was supposed to work on a planet like that. “Into the woods…is one way to destroy all that equipment…” he muttered, letting out a groan, “And whatabout wild animals? Are you just going to kill them if they trespass? Last time we were there the two half-Saiyans brought a giant sea monster back to the city. We don’t know what’s out there, I don’t even know what your plans for me are while out there…”

Shu didn’t know if he wanted to stop because of Kabocha or because he didn’t believe he could manage, seeing how he had ‘all that power and couldn’t use it’. Probably them watching him practice made them hate what he had and in turn end up hating him. It made him feel discouraged and not wanting to do this if he was going to cause dislike among his peers. Moving around slightly in the air before stopping he lost all belief that he might be able to pull it off, feeling discouraged before Takeshi suddenly shouted out, giving him a fright. Raising his hands to his chest he held them close, staring at Takeshi before looking down at his feet. “Huh? But…I just kind of…” he started before moving forward and back again, his eyes on his feet, “I am moving? But it’s not good enough. I should be able to do more than that, right?” He felt confused to what was expected of him, whether that really was a big deal or Takeshi was exaggerating to make him feel better. “I should be doing all flying without feeling like falling over…”

Kai didn’t mine Yumi being in the kitchen but he did wonder if his brother was just getting all hyped up over helping her because he still had feelings for her. She didn’t appear to have many feelings for him, at least not right now as she waited for him to make up some stuff for her. It was all nice and good for him to do that, but he really needed to chill out if he was going to get over any sort of relationship break up. “Remember your sandwich or it’s going to get cold”, he spoke to Choi, placing the fried eggs on top of their sandwiches before finishing off with the bread on top. Picking up his sandwich he went to take a bite out of it before hearing Haku speak up, looking to him. “Well…we were going to sit down with them, but we’re just going to eat them here”, he spoke before pointing to a cupboard, “You should eat here too. If there’s anything missing from your steak and rice then you can find some sauces and what not in there. Just don’t use too much of it for taste testing. It helps for when you make it again and end up liking something”.

Choi would get his sandwich right after he got the salad prepared, knowing not to touch it with greasy hands. He didn’t want to ruin someone’s food just because he wanted to eat, especially if it was for Yumi. “Heh! I don’t know. We never really speak to each other and I know for sure he didn’t know us when he was part of the army. I don’t mind, though”. Feeling confident his salad looked fairly tasty he added some carrot as well, giving it a good wash along with the rest of the salad and chopping it up. Colour always made salad look more delightful and carrots were definitely very colourful. The steak was cooking fairly well but he would need to keep it on for longer if the steak was to be any appealing to the Beastman, seeing how even medium rare steak looked too much like raw meat. “Hey, don’t worry about it! I mean, food is food. If he eats the food then success, but I’m sure someone else will eat what he left over. It’s just the salad that can’t be stored”.