Hmph, of course Shu didn't want to hurt anyone... He was a Saiyan and all of his friends and family were warriors, but he didn't want to harm anyone. Jeez, so should they just completely remove him from fighting then? Of course if they did that then he'd probably feel bad he wasn't helping, so that wouldn't cut it either. Like he didn't have a clue how to help the little guy before, now he was [i]really[/i] stumped. Scratching at his head uncertainly, Takeshi wondered if perhaps they should get someone else to come in and help out. "We get angry, but it doesn't mean our Ki gets out of control, that's the difference," he explained, trying to word it as best, and simply, as he could. "You noticed that too, right? Whenever you and I get angry we get stronger, it's just how we operate. If we need to fix it..." There was only really one answer, and it was not something that was easy to do. If they lost control due to their emotions running rampant then there seemed to be only one route to take; remove all emotions during battle and not risk losing control. "But that wouldn't really work..." Takeshi mumbled, frowning as he glanced over at Shu, "You have to learn somehow how to not let your emotions get the better of you in a fight, because that's what makes you change, you know? I... I can't teach that, even I don't know how to do it. When we get training though, we'll see if we can find someone to help, that should work..."

"Not all humans compete for money though, what you're making is a gross generalization. Yes some do compete for it, and a certain... Level of wealth is needed for comfort, but it's not most people's sole reason for striving. If you look at people closely you'll see they can have any number of motivators, wishes or desires, just as you might." Some were happy only when extraordinarily wealthy, others could have next to nothing and still be content, so there was no true way to put a value on happiness, or to claim that every human wanted money. Perhaps it was only due to his being born into it that Vegeta could even think this way, but having seen wealth in work many a time over he had little use for it. It could be a tool to help him in a project, but aside from that he couldn't care less. There was no need for fancy vehicles, expensive clothing, or indulging in over-priced goods, whatever he got he was fine with, it mattered little the quality. 

That discussion aside, they had yet another job before them and should begin focusing on doing it. It was hardly a mentally taxing job, just lift up debris and throw it into the bed of the vehicle present. There was curiously no Uuonian here at the moment, likely it had been left here to prepare and they just hadn't gotten to it. That was excellent, it meant no possible threat to others for Viral, which in turn should ease some of his concerns. Nodding in agreement, Vegeta began clearing away the pieces one by one, tossing them aside idly despite their size and weight. It wasn't quite as easy as he made it look, yet it wasn't so bad that he had to strain either. Curiously enough however he did manage to catch a glimpse of Viral struggling somewhat, finally getting a general idea of his physical strength and how it had declined. No doubt due to loss of muscle mass and lack of training, something they could remedy easily enough. That would come at a later date however, for now they should be focusing on the simple, if tiring matter at hand. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk slightly at that, that this job might actually tire Viral out to the point of needing rest. It was slightly underhanded to purposely set him up like this, but if rest was what he needed then it was their best possible avenue of getting that.