"Yeah... I guess I kind of did, didn't I?" Takeshi admitted, smiling sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. "And I already ate, that's why I'm out here. There's not really any reason for me to go back inside now."

As expected Viral didn't take to the first offer, immediately shooting it down. Yumi and Vegeta must have tried a dozen times respectively to get the Beastman to eat only to be met with the same response every time. Well, if nothing else Takeshi was stubborn, and his keenness to help out a bit more only added to his insistence. Maybe he was being overbearing in how he was approaching things, pushing it on Viral and all. If they were going to get the guy to eat any time soon he felt that it was the only way, that or somehow bribe him with something he couldn't well resist. Simple requests didn't do it, that much was apparent. And so the older boy came up with a brilliant idea; appeal to Viral's love of fighting. He hadn't been training all that much as far as Takeshi knew, and what better way to work your strength up then by sparring with someone? Now that he was healed the Beastman ought to be raring to go, he just needed a little push to get on the path again. All that would start with his friend finally having something to eat.

The bribe of training was proposed, and for a moment it looked like it was going to pay off. Viral took the fruit from Takeshi, studying it for a silent moment as he contemplated eating. Then just as soon as he had taken it the Beastman dropped it, wiping his hands off as if he'd just touched something dirty. That was definitely an unusual response, and went beyond not just having an appetite. He could kind of understand not being in the mood to eat, he had been an awful lot when Shu was in captivity. He'd been terribly depressed then, only doing anything because he was asked, or rather ordered to. Come to think of it that was a great deal like what Viral was right now. Whatever PTSD was it seemed awfully familiar to someone who had never had it before. Takeshi glanced down at the fruit on the ground a bit disappointed, picking it back up before giving it a shining on his sleeve, placing it back on the plate. He knew something was bothering Viral, maybe if he could find out what he could be of some use.

"Viral... I'm not going to abandon you." Takeshi said plainly, turning somber as he looked at the Beastman steadily. "I already made the mistake of not being around once, I'm not going to do that again, not to one of my friends. I messed up, and now I want to try and make amends. So no, sorry, but I'm not going to just walk away that easily."

Something in what Viral had said brought back not only the guilt of his injury, but the guilt of having forgotten the Beastman before. There was an awful lot of things he had to make good on, and now was as good a point as any to begin doing that. It could be too late, the damage done may well be beyond anything that Takeshi could help. He'd try at least, that's all he could really do. Then in the off chance they made some headway perhaps Viral could finally get on the road to recovery instead of being stuck in this rut. Sighing softly he put his hands in his lap for a moment, staring down at them before he finally spoke. 

"Will you tell me...? Why you're so averted to eating...? What's the reason you refuse to touch food? What about it makes you sick?"

None of what was being said helped anything out at all. Takeshi had changed, but apparently not enough to warrant notice. So then this was how he really was, and not the cold, calculating leader that they had while still a squad. Kabocha groaned in frustration as he pushed his plate to the side, laying his arms out on the table and resting his head on them. Somehow that was a total letdown from what he was expecting. The son's of the king, both total softies. In a way it was good, it meant they weren't liable to go berserk or become tyrants. But they were Saiyans, after all, and incredibly powerful in their own rights. The fact then that they behaved like that, so cheerful and non-violent, it seemed like they were limiting themselves in a way. It became apparent that he'd not get what he was looking for in an answer, or maybe what he had hoped for. Frankly at this point he wasn't too sure what he was trying to find out, probably just more curious about their former leader, as he'd never shared much about himself. Whatever the case he opted to let the conversation die there, not finding it worthwhile to pursue. Taking his head from the table he grabbed his plate again, beginning to eat hastily to get his mind off of things and back to the meal at hand.

Eslaria finished her food relatively quickly in spite of eating 'properly'. With a contented sigh she wiped her mouth clean with a cloth, setting it across her lap and glancing around the table. Everyone seemed to be happily eating still, her son included, so she may as well excuse herself. Now that she considered it she might as well send her husband and the captain in to have some food, take a turn at guarding the General herself. Dropping her napkin on the plate then she pushed herself back from the table, rising from her seat and smiling down at T'charrl.

"I'm going to let your father and Katas in T'charrl, alright? It's about time I take my turn at guard duty, and I know they must be hungry." Eslaria leaned down, not too much considering how tall the Prince now was, and placed a light kiss on his head, stroking his fur next. "Remember darling, he's your father, he's not going to think anything poorly of you regardless of how you look. And Katas adores you, he won't either. Be confident and you'll be fine." To the others she smiled politely, giving a small bow of her head. "The meal was delicious, thank you all for making it. I'll be outside." 

With that she went to the front door, right on out and to the side where the General was being kept. Though the men were dutifully maintaining their posts the look of eagerness on their face was clear as day when they spotted Eslaria coming. Smiling in amusement she waved them off, giving her husband a small kiss before she stood at the tree where Yusef was restrained. There was a plate at his side, empty now, as they had fed the man enough to keep him going. He looked to be asleep at the moment, his head hanging off to one side and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Just as well, she would have loathed having to speak to him at all. This only made her job easier, she could pay minimal attention and complete her shift with no issues at all. Pleased with that she moved over to the nearest adjacent tree, leaning her back up against it and training her gaze on the General carefully.

Garesh could already smell the food as soon as they were at the door, and it smelled absolutely incredible. Once inside the wafts of flavor made him reel back on his heels. This smell alone was easily comparable to something their royal chefs would prepare for them... Better even. The aliens had prepared this, with ingredients found on their own world? He had to hand it to them, it was astounding. Katas looked to be sharing the sentiment, standing in the doorway with his mouth half-hung open and near drooling on himself. With a chuckle Garesh smacked the shoulder of his partner, motioning to follow as the two men went to the kitchen. Turning into the room he was greeted by the sight of all of the Saiyans and their friends gathered around a large table. The table in of itself looked like the forest canopy, an arrangement of colors of various shades, every item looking incredible in of itself. And there was a large Kaesstrian, sitting on the other side of the table from Yumi...

"T'charrl...?" Garesh muttered, blinking in surprise as he looked at who he thought to be his son. It looked like the Prince, albeit different coloration... And the increase in size. Not to mention the orbs protruding from his body, that was definitely a change. Instantly forgetting about the food the General moved across the room, looking awfully puzzled as he stopped at his son's side. "What happened to you...?"