Shu was a little confused by Kiton’s dislike for getting a little bit of juice on him, but then again he did look like the kind of alien who was probably sophisticated when around his own kind. Shu likened the guy to a cat in manners if that was the case, knowing a lot of jungle cats he knew preferred to be nice and clean even when eating. It was the guy’s own preference but it might cause him to get awfully hungry before they managed to find something. Chomping down the rest of his fruit he squealed happily when Takeshi gave him his too. “Okay! Find for Kiton-friend! I can fly and snack! I think…” Flying up slowly but wobbly he soon managed to stabilise himself, getting all giggly again before heading along with Takeshi, eating the fruit along the way.

Kiton didn’t really know what to make of the little Saiyan, especially with all that hair. The thought of how sticky that hair must be made him feel pretty grossed out. The fact that the two Saiyans looked so different made him wonder just what happened with the genetics if they were brothers, but maybe he was too used to knowing his kind always shared the same colours as their ancestors. He definitely wanted something else after seeing the kid chow into the food and would be willing to take anything at this point that wasn’t slimy and gross. Sighing lightly, Kiton decided to levitate after Takeshi and Shu, not feeling up to walking as everything was just beginning to hurt again.

Viral didn’t know how to respond to Aito, seeing how he was completely out of patience for all this talk. It was all going to happen whether Aito wanted it to or not, Aito almost sounding as if he wanted to be the one in control of his life. He was supposed to be the one who didn’t want to control his life, not end up talking about he was going to take control of the situation so others wouldn’t get him. “Hmph, you almost sound like you want me all to yourself…”he muttered, shifting himself on the bed, “The King wouldn’t want the scraps of what’s left of a warrior. If he saw me now he would sooner put me down than take me in again”. He just didn’t see a future for himself anytime soon with all of this happening and even when it was all done, there just wasn’t anything he could do that everybody would disapprove of. He had been conditioned into a certain mindset and everyone already disapproved of it. Grumbling at Aito’s words with disbelief he simply scratched his side. Feeling pretty fed up he simply wondered if he could sleep at this point, looking away before gasping when Aito punched the wall, immediately turning his head to him and narrowing his eyes. “What do you mean ‘what were you thinking’? Just because he got his hands on me??”

T’charrl felt he needed to calm down first and foremost before trying to think about his abilities. If he was all anxious he risked changing back into his larger form and he didn’t think he should put Haku through that, especially when he just got over telling him his deepest concerns about his powers. It’d be a bit of a friendship wrecker if he just talked about it and then suddenly changed. Looking to Haku he gave a quick nod, going back to staring at the flowers, slowly rubbing his face. “I have been trying, but I’ve not done a very good job at it…” Lowering his head a touch he didn’t know how to react to Haku’s question, feeling more confused over it than anything. Energy was still energy and who knew if it would just add to the problem. “I don’t even know if it’s me relaxing that makes it go away or something else. It’s not lack of energy, I need energy to change back. I get awfully dizzy after. Ohhh, this problem just feels like it’s getting worse. I just don’t want to die from all this because I lose control. I wouldn’t mind knowing how to start, first of all! The hardest part is starting…”