"And you do realize the rebels value the cooperation of my son and his friends? I'm sure if we put our word in to transfer you they would do as we asked, unless they want to risk losing our cooperation. And given everything I've heard that these children have done so far they're owed this, if not more." Krom would be treated better in their custody more likely than not as well, they had somewhat more ethics than Saiyans did; Korian could argue he stood against the Saiyans all he wanted, but ultimately he was one of them, simply with a different idea of how things should be run. And yes he was a Saiyan himself, but then he was raised on Earth and valued things that most Saiyans seemed to hold no regard for. Furrowing his brow at Viral's absence the doctor sighed when Krom pointed out what he'd done earlier, looking at the Elite indifferently. "He knew the risk of doing what he did, so it's not logical for me to feel bad for his decision," Aito explained, sighing however as he rubbed at his head, "That being said... I'll check on him when he returns, assuming Yumi can bring him back. I'm sure he knows I hadn't intended to strike him, I have no ill will towards him."

Now was not the time for Viral to run off somewhere, he could be hurt from that attack by Aito. It wasn't terribly hard to track him down after a moment of walking, between his scent and that of his blood it only took a couple of seconds. Stepping through the woods she managed to find him sat up against a tree, smiling yet concerned as she approached. "Hey... You didn't have to go running off, they're done butting heads," she said as she stopped before him, kneeling down and looking at his hands. He was shaking, was that for any reason in particular? Reaching out and taking both of his hands in her own she closed her eyes, trying to convey a more relaxed sensation as she settled her own breath down. "We're going to go help people who were part of that project, people like me. And I think you and I are going to help them a lot," Yumi explained, opening her eyes and smiling kindly to her friend, "We're going to go and help a lot of people, isn't that great? And no one else will have to go through it anymore."

"Excellent, then as soon as we have time I'll go and set that up for you. You may need to wait a little while though, I have to get the music together before you can listen to anything." Not to state the obvious but their selection on the ship was likely limited, depending on what was brought from Earth. He didn't think anyone was terribly vested in music in their group, chances were they only had a handful of tracks if that. Music seemed to do a good deal for Shu, but what of everything else? How had his mood been in the last few days? "Did he now? Well that was nice of him," Vegeta remarked with a glance to the older brother, surprised he'd actually gone out of his way to do something, "And Shu, differences aside you are still a Saiyan, and you're still your brother's younger sibling. Being different doesn't diminish any of what you are, and those differences are not all necessarily bad. At any rate we're working to help you cope with some of them, particularly how you transform, and we're getting close to a solution. In fact I think today has given me a very easy yet effective fix to our little problem."