Shu was quite annoyed and wasn’t having any of Takeshi’s fuss, especially when it was over essentially nothing. These people were nice and Takeshi was just taking bites out of their food and passing it onto him as if he didn’t appreciate what they had to give as thanks. “Ooh! I want food! Not used food! That a bad thing when it a gift! Like if Shu gave old clothes that are all ripped”, he spoke quickly, shaking his head, “They all trying to be nice, but complaining about food? Why to complain when it is nice of them to be giving us stuff?” He didn’t understand why he was even complaining in the first place. It was nice that they were giving them so much food and even treating their injuries, but Takeshi was finding something to complain about despite all that. “Ooohhh…Miss Yumi would be mad if she heard you were complaining so much. Want to be happy but hard when you no being very nice…”

Viral stared at Yumi as she made him lie back again, telling him that there was no longer a threat and that they were safe. It was starting to come back to him again, but he didn’t know if he was unconscious when another attack occurred. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious for either, he was unaware of a lot of things all while Yumi was throwing too much information out at him. She was talking way too fast as if she had been waiting to tell him everything as if she was running on a script she had been rehearsing in her head. “I…could had ended up killing myself…and accomplished nothing…” he spoke lowly, closing his eyes, “The pain is everywhere…I just…can’t move. How do I get to the ship…how do I fight if we get attacked again…” He didn’t know if they had done the job and saved this planet from whatever those creatures were trying to do, there could easily be other areas that were targeted and they only managed to get rid of one.

T’charrl knew he was scary and that nobody wanted him to transform, he knew nobody wanted that from him and that it was always a worry when it came to taking him anywhere. It was probably why he was always ignored and not taken anywhere. He was definitely the most unstable and unpredictable of them all, easily having the least popularity among the whole group. This popularity he was experiencing with the natives was mostly because they didn’t know any better, they just saw him as someone who managed to hold open a portal to help free them. It was rather refreshing, he was seen as not as a weirdo or monster but as someone who deserved their thanks. It wasn’t only him who had managed to help them either, Vegeta and Haku were the ones who had given him energy so they deserved the praise too. “I wouldn’t had been able to keep the portal up at all for that long, though…” Looking up from his plate he noticed a couple of natives had approached them, giving each of them some sort of cloth as a gift. Staring at it for a moment he smiled happily, holding it close to his chest. “Thank you, I don’t know where I’m going to put all of these when I get back...” he sighed, raising his shoulders, “I wonder what these gifts mean to these people, I mean…how important were these to them? I’ve never had so much positive attention in my life…”