"A collective signal... To the what...?" Takeshi asked, sounding earnestly confused as he furrowed his brow. "What the hell are billboards? Can we do that?" Kiton was telling the wrong person this, like hell he had any idea how to do... Whatever it was. Far as he figured they would let the rebels spread the word, and with their forces all over the place it should be as easy as making a simple call. Sure, maybe word of mouth wasn't the quickest of ways, but then if they didn't want the Saiyans learning all of this then it was better they do it this way. On a change of topic the Saiyan smiled slightly, gesturing to himself with his thumb as he did so, "I'm done watching people get dragged off and disappearing, okay? Just because it's the rebels and not the Saiyans wanting to do it doesn't make it right, so they're shit out of luck. If they want to talk to you then they come find us, we're not sending anyone off anywhere, got it?" Realistically Kiton would probably be fine, but where Korian and Sayomi may be more sticklers for international law or whatever it was probably a bad idea they send him over. 

"What? I am very confident that the treatments are going to succeed! Well... Approximately 99.9998% sure at least, if I crunched the numbers correctly," Aito explained, trailing off a bit at the end as he rubbed his chin, "And there is of course the factor of your own participation, something I cannot account for. Then there's what the therapy itself may induce, if anything, and of course how capable you are in terms of the physical therapy... So perhaps more like 98.9999% certain. In any case it [i]will[/i] work, I'll see to it that it does." Between himself and Vegeta this process was guaranteed to work, that was never in doubt. The only thing Aito did not have solid details on were the period of time needed to do everything and just how well Viral would take to their therapy. Obviously there would be difficulties, that much was a given, but he hoped that it wouldn't be quite as difficult as previously feared. Smiling apologetically at using a perhaps off-phrase, Aito got ready to move along, offering out an arm for Viral to use as support.

"I fail to see how a coma would solve anything," Aito responded, giving Viral a confused look as he pretty much forced the Beastman to take his arm for help, "You're unhappy with your lack of mobility now and yet you wish to have none whatsoever, I fail to see the reasoning behind that." No one would get anything out of a coma, in fact all that would do would completely set back everything they were working on. If he thought Viral was being serious and it wasn't his depression talking then he might very well give an order then and there to not go into a coma, as absurd as such an order might be. Leading Viral out of the bridge they made a straight shot for the nearest exit, which was conveniently just down the corridor from where they had started. Having to wait just a second longer for the ship to depressurize and acclimate to Uuonoe, Aito finally undid the hatch and pushed the door open, shielding his eyes briefly as the natural light flooded into the ship. As the stairs descended for their access he took the lead again, making sure to keep the pace slow and reasonable as he helped Viral along.

Haku would have to be careful not to upset T'charrl here, as if he did then chances were he was on his own again. It was bad enough they were on a world he'd never been to before, if left to his own devices he may just as well come back to the ship and sit here, he'd get just about as much done. Smiling sheepishly at having given a compliment he nodded his head, turning briefly to watch as Aito and Viral left the ship ahead of everyone else. "Well yeah... You're pretty cool. I mean... After how we met and now you're talking to me, willing to give me a chance... That's cool. Plus you're a Prince and all, how many people can say they know a Prince?" Or that they were friends with one? Maybe saying they were friends was a bit of a stretch, but if he played his cards right it was possible. Wanting to get moving as well Haku started for the door, relieved to find that T'charrl was following alongside him. "Nectar, huh...? That's right, I forgot you eat that," he replied, "I don't know, alien food is usually pretty good though. I've only ever gotten sick once, but I think they fed me some rotten stuff that one time. I bet we can find some flowers though, shouldn't be too hard..."

If they let Shu keep bouncing here on the spot he was liable to put a hole in the floor, probably best to get a move on. With a hand on their backs Takeshi pushed both his brother and Kiton along, smiling amused as the younger Saiyan was getting all giddy. Might as well throw the cherry on the sundae as it were, as if Shu needed more reason to be hyper. "No way, that thing was a pain to kill. Besides, we're not trying to feed the whole damn city again, you know?" he said, grinning as he stopped pushing the other boys, ruffling his brother's hair, "We'll see what's around, maybe try something different this time! It might not be a bad idea to ask a local what's good though, don't wanna waste time hunting something gross."