Kiton didn’t know how much of Takeshi he could trust regarding this hunting stuff, seeing how the guy didn’t look or sound like the hunting type. The kid was probably a better hunter than this guy, but he didn’t know until he saw them hunt. The city would hopefully still have places open for food and they would not have to go through this nonsense. Staring at Takeshi as he tried to explain his tactic he narrowed his eyes, getting a feeling that this guy probably didn’t know what he was doing after all. Looking between Takeshi and the creature he gasped when Takeshi suddenly bolted out at it, the creature immediately retaliating and trying to escape. Watching as Takeshi tried desperately to keep it down he sighed heavily. “Would you cut it out if you were going to be killed?” he shouted, raising a finger, “I wouldn’t just roll over!” Stretching out his arm with a wince he pointed at the creature, aiming for its head before firing a death beam to try and kill it.

“Provide for me?? You didn’t know what to do with me, is what you mean! There was plenty you could had done for me…instead of trying to pass responsibility onto someone else…” he growled before letting out a huff, looking away, “Whatever. You were incompetent, thinking you can just pass me around when I had no use in the company…” Vegeta didn’t want to send him out for combat like he was intended so it was no wonder he had all this bitterness built up, but what was worse was they were trying to find excuses for it. He wasn’t being used for his true function and it frustrated him, that frustration building up the longer he was told to remain in the facility and wait for the days to pass while all these offers for purchase were made. He didn’t know anything of the outside world other than what he had seen out the windows and on the television, adding to his bitterness over the Human race. Listening to Vegeta spill the truth he didn’t know if it was the actual truth when remembering how he handled the situation. “Hmph! I could tell you were contemplating my existence when you found me, instead, you handed me out to two Saiyans just because they were with Yumi. I didn’t get to see Shenron after all that, but I don’t need to anymore, anyway…”

T’charrl wondered if he was being too ready to decline help with all of this fussing he was giving, but it wasn’t a mind-set he could immediately change. He had always been nervous about asking for help, finding it a lot easier to follow orders and try to do things himself over that even if it made his mother mad at him for being too rash. “T-They are! I mean, I don’t doubt them or anything, just…I-I don’t know. Kiton is injured, he doesn’t change like me….” He spoke before letting out a groan, dropping into a squat, “I’m a pretty bad example of a friend, though. All I want is help and not giving anything in return…and I’m not taking advice! Embracing my power is the only thing I’ve wanted to take in because it’s going to happen anyway…a-and now I feel like I’m just-…” Pausing, he held his head with one set of claws and wrapped his secondary arms around himself, trying to calm down before he might end up changing out from his own anxiety.