Viral was fair annoyed until Vegeta finally decided to join him again with his quest to not feel observed all the time. He didn’t want him watching over him while he did all this. Sighing as he went back to trying hard with this push-up stuff again he stared down at the floor, wondering just when his mind might cave in after eating. He was only stable because of that medicine he got and even then that wasn’t exactly making a massive difference to his overall health. There was always the change that the medicine would fail, but that would be due to his own body resisting the medicine’s effects or his genes not accepting the temporary fix. Being given the option for a selective meal he groaned, finding the question to give him more confusion than he thought. “Hmmm…I don’t know what the food is like here. I only ever had that fish from here”, he mumbled, disliking the confusion he was feeling over simply choices. He should’ve been able to figure something as simple as food out. “Anything that used to be moving. I don’t care what it is…”

Kiton stared at Leto as he blabbed on as if reading from some sort of weird text, somewhat disliking how much emphasis he was putting into his words and what he was trying to convey with it. The question wasn’t even one he was supposed to focus on so much. Letting out a groan he turned away, staring down at the lake before sitting down on the cliff edge. “You certainly have a lot of faith in your own interpretations…” Disliking how much pressure the man was putting on him he did try to ignore the man a little, just not enjoying how he was being spoken down to like the entire weight of his kind’s history was now on his shoulders. It was too overwhelming and the way Leto was speaking didn’t give him much confidence. “Do you have any idea on what you’re telling me to do? I can’t do that…it’s way too much! Besides, I want to become powerful and unlock my true self and that usually involves fighting a lot…” He figured he would rather fight and defeat a lot of enemies over throwing flowers and being nice to people, it was more natural for him. “Hm what, you mean like those guys who picked me up? They certainly appear happier forgetting I exist. I doubt they know I’m being held against my will”.

“Heh! Afraid? If I had to fight him I would be proud to know I am doing it in the name of the Saiyan race! I would be proud to fight for my people!” There was no use in being afraid over a man who at worse would kill him and he didn’t exactly fear death. Going in after Takeshi he copied the way he would fight, throwing his fists around carelessly and not particularly looking like he had much focus other than fighting in a street brawl. Making sure to watch what Takeshi was doing as well he grinned when Takeshi was managing to avoid his attacks, watching as Takeshi decided to take the offensive manner too. While he wasn’t in a position to say he couldn’t hit away Takeshi’s attack he did not, seeing how he was copying Takeshi. Getting hit by his fist he stumbled back, smirking. “See how easy that was? You have no defences!” he spoke before getting ready again, “You see the mistakes you can make?” Going in once more he threw his fists down again, looking like he was trying to get all close and personal just like Takeshi would when he was frustrated.

Shu didn’t know if he was in trouble for what he was saying, but with how Aito was talking to him it was easy to feel confused. He was a little nervous around the man, but he was unfamiliar with him and whether he was actually angry at him for mentioning this stuff as a problem. Groaning lightly he stared down, feeling worried that he was saying stuff he probably shouldn’t without his brother listening. “I don’t know if it can be helped. I’m just a bad monkey…” Looking to Aito when he was told to sit down he slowly moved closer before he sat on the ground, crossing his legs close to himself. He didn’t know where to start with this talking stuff, he wasn’t particularly used to talking it over with a man who was still a stranger. Staring at the toothpick as Aito stuck it in his mouth his attention soon went back to his speaking, frowning as he nodded and looked down again. “I don’t know what you can help me with”, he sighed, feeling unsure about this, “I just-…I just end up being bad when I fight. I do things I shouldn’t…l-like I bite and scratch sometimes, but don’t mean to. I used to be good, but…but I’m not good anymore. I get scared and bad things happen…”