Kiton didn’t know how he felt about that fruit or whether he’d be happy enough to eat it, watching as Shu simply shoved his face into it and starting eating it that way. He didn’t like getting sticky or covered in juice like that, feeling a little sickly just watching the kid chomp into it. Frowning, he looked to Takeshi who proceeded to get some fruit himself, chowing into it all the same if struggling a little with its juiciness. He would probably prefer the thought of a corpse over chowing into that. Taking a step back when it was offered to him he shook his head, looking away as he rubbed his stomach. “I’m sure it’s perfectly fine for a Saiyan, but I prefer staying clean when I eat and that is rather messy”, he spoke, shaking his head, “I’m sure it tastes nice, but my kind don’t exactly like getting sticky…”

Viral didn’t think Aito having a say in any of this mattered when it was all in the past and one he didn’t really have much interest in watching over when he was growing up. Maybe he was bitter, but he had a perfectly good reason to be bitter when it was his existence that had been messed with and his entire future too. “What would it matter? Someone else will pick up on me once you’re gone…again. The RRA would be the first to want me. They already know my weakness and managed to pass it onto the Saiyans too. They will have control of me, one generation or the other. I am partly their property”. Viral was just starting to accept what happened to him when Aito was ready to bring up a fuss about it, not simply accepting the fact that he just wasn’t a real son and wouldn’t consider himself as one. Vegeta could have had so much more than what he had now and yet Aito continued to focus on trying to hide that fact despite it being absolutely obvious that it wouldn’t had happened if he didn’t exist. “Hmph, yeah, forget it happened. Focus on whatever future…except I can’t see what that is. I can’t see what I was like before and I can’t see if I have a future”.

T’charrl did wonder if Haku truly was fine with talking to him like this, but it wasn’t as if he ever had anyone to talk to regarding his abilities and problems he faced with them. He never really had someone who could talk to about them without feeling he was going to end up scaring them and making them feel absolutely awful. He felt awful about his powers but it wasn’t as if he was going to be able to talk about it with others properly, especially with how they tend to react regarding it. Frowning at Haku’s idea he quickly shook his head, looking around himself quickly. “I can’t do that anywhere I want! Especially in the ship…” he spoke before sighing, scratching his cheek, “It does decrease again after a while, but sometimes it takes forever. It doesn’t make me any stronger either to hold it in anyway, just more unstable. Firing it off means it might hurt someone somewhere else or blow a hole in the ship. I can’t do that…” He would feel too much guilt if that ever happened and would probably end up feeling even worse about himself. Feeling a little stressed out he gasped when Haku patted him on the back, looking to him curiously as he spoke. “Block it out…? I don’t know how to do that. That’s my problem because I don’t even know I’m taking it in until I start to feel it. It can hurt sometimes or make me feel ill and then before long I…can’t do much about it anymore. I guess I’m not so scared about it as I am scared of hurting others because I can’t control it”.