"Because children or not they have some sway over the course of events, or was there another reason they were taken and conscripted?" Aito asked with a frown, folding his arms as he questioned Krom, "And I'm certain your judgment of me is very unfavorable given today's events, but I can handle being your charge if need be, unless you'd prefer to answer to someone younger than either of us. Regardless of their ages they are children as I said, they still have a lot to experience before they can ever be considered mature." Some more than others, Shu perhaps had the furthest to go before he could be recognized as an adult. Sighing to himself the doctor glanced to the house briefly, a hand raising to itch at his cheek as he pondered how the youngest boy was getting on. He seemed happier before, perhaps they had finally found a means of making him content. Now they might have a better chance of handling his PTSD, given they had a coping method. "I'm positive he's furious with me right now, both for not apologizing and for acting as I did. That being said I also know he doesn't want me to coddle him or to make every problem larger than it needs to be," Aito explained, "I'll seek him out later and do my best to make amends, but right now I'm better off not bothering him. I certainly don't need a lecture on my own child from a Saiyan warrior."

Yumi found Viral, she just wished she found him in a better state. Sat up against a tree, shaking and dried blood at his nose and lip, clearly not in a very good way right now. Kneeling down before him she hoped she could offer something in the way of comfort as she took his hands, mistaking the shaking for being unnerved. Perhaps bringing up what he and she might be doing would help improve his mood? It didn't appear to, and hearing his response was fairly disheartening. Nodding when asked to be let go Yumi released her grip, sitting down before him and giving her friend a sad smile. "Well you never know, we might not have to fight. If Krom comes with us maybe we can make them stand down instead? Or... If it does come to a fight then we'll be okay. And you'll definitely be helping with freeing everyone, I'll be right there at your side to make sure you do, and you don't get hurt." Shifting herself she moved to the side of Viral and sat next to him, leaning over as her arm laid up against his. "Listen... We should go back and you need to be looked at, just in case. How about we go find June and she can help, okay? And later Aito can apologize for being an idiot."

"And what is a good Saiyan then?" Vegeta asked rhetorically, holding up a finger to keep Shu from answering, "Father and I are Saiyans, and yet we're also scientists. Are we good Saiyans because we're scientists, or are we good Saiyans because we're decent people? If we're good Saiyans because we're decent people, then that makes you a good Saiyan too. Our people aren't just all about fighting and power, contrary to what your father and his men might have you believe. It takes more than that to be a good Saiyan, or a good Beastman, or Kaesstrian. It all depends on how you are as an individual, not what others are like." Honestly who was Shu even using as a metric to measure himself against? The Saiyans in their group, while some idiotic, were good people and arguably a good Saiyan for it. If the King and his men were what Shu was comparing himself to then it was foolish, that was like comparing apples and lemons. "Big differences? Yumi is a girl, you are a boy, those are huge differences, but are they bad? Differences are not negative Shu, it's a fact of life, and everyone is different from one another. It's imperative that you understand we don't think anything less of people for being different, that's just not how we operate. As for the problem..." Vegeta paused, frowning as he debated on how best to tackle the touchy subject, "When you become angry you transform, that's the only thing we need to work on. And we will, I think we have a solution to it in fact."