Viral really didn’t like the sound of Vegeta’s voice when he showed a little bit of interest in artificial augmentation, or rather the possibility of it ever happening. He didn’t like that, especially when Vegeta did take a pause to think about it. Looking away momentarily, he sighed and shook his head as he still saw no way that could ever happen. “I don’t see how I can become immune to something that makes me feel completely weak and helpless while also tearing through my body like its butter. I am not a Saiyan, even if there are claims I have the genes somewhere in me. I cannot overcome weaknesses like that. Your father hasn’t seen me in a couple of decades, but you…weren’t you wanting to rethink your career path? You didn’t want to be stuck treating me forever, after all”. Feeling like he could prolong the whole not eating habit he did suggest to go somewhere else and much to his relief it sounded as if Vegeta was completely open to doing such a thing too. Sighing lightly he looked to the door quickly before following Vegeta out. “As far away from this place as possible would be fine for me”, he sighed, looking back briefly, “I just really don’t feel comfortable in such a wide open space like this, even if being outside is…hmm, well, food might not be such a good idea…”

Krom wasn’t really expecting Takeshi to make a change in his personality so quickly just because he had been told to, but he wasn’t going to let him carry on with this silly temper tantrum of his just because it was part of who he is. While his emotions were essential to bringing out his power, having them all over the place wasn’t going to help matters either. He would have to learn how to focus them into power before he could become stronger and to do that he needed to chill out a bit. Folding his arms when Takeshi seemed to finally take his advice he frowned slightly, eventually shrugging. “Hmm you know, I’m not the bad guy here so don’t go treating me like one. Just because I appear to be what you would see as a ‘bad guy’, just like these rebels are the ‘bad guys’ to me”, he spoke, moving his hands in front of him with his feet steady on the ground, “What I want you to do now is to focus your energy, focus your determination to beat me rather than…you know wanting to punch me in the face because you’re a big baby”. Just about to start with his focusing he looked to Aito when he addressed him, staring at him for a moment before chuckling. “Heh! Sure, whatever…”

Kiton was already trying to think through his own actions by the time Aito decided it was best to call out to him again, his head immediately turning around to look before he let out a groan and immediately turned away again. “Yes, yes, I get it! Please stop telling me this, already…” He knew he had to think it over, he wasn’t an idiot and end up forgetting he even existed. If he didn’t make a decision he was going to be stuck going nowhere and end up in a place where he might as well not exist. It was either get over his problem and make a decision or end up completely alone. He didn’t understand how they could take such a decision so lightly and hardly give him a reason as to why he should go with them other than they’ll be there. It was probably obvious that he should go with them, but being around people wasn’t something he was ever used to. Even having Sasha always watching him disturbed him greatly, he wasn’t even eating or sleeping right. There was so many worries going through his head that he could barely understand them, only making him frustrated and confused.

Shu was a little worried that this would go badly or that he wouldn’t understand what it was he was supposed to do. He was sure he was going to not understand what it was he was supposed to do fully even after being told, but he would try his best either way. Looking to Krom quickly when Aito gave him a prompt he frowned but was soon pushed on ahead, looking back at Aito before to the doors. He was sure Krom was going to make fun of him more for being so bad at being a Saiyan, but it wasn’t as if he could defend those thoughts he was throwing out in the first place. While it was a little saddening that he was being treated that way, but there wasn’t much he could do about it considering he was right. Looking back at Aito he stared at him, walking with a slight tilt backward. “Umm, this won’t hurt, right? Even if memory bad? Will I have bad memories to talk about while doing this?”