"Oh... Well, a moth is a... Well its this bug that's on our planet." Takeshi explained, smiling awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's uh... Well... It's a bug that looks like you guys, only a lot smaller. Though there's some that are pretty big too. Of course not as big as you are, but pretty big. And they're not all that smart either, they don't live in cities like you do. In fact I really don't know where they live. They're kind of really stupid in that they fly into things all the time too, and they're really attracted to light. And... I'm rambling, so I'm just going to shut up now..." Chances were if T'charrl was traveling with them then he may well end up coming to Earth anyways, he could see what a moth was for himself.

Vegeta didn't quite what to know of what he was watching, hearing some of the kids bumbling over their words and the others just staring at him like mindless fools. Honestly, these were the next members of his and Kakarot's lineage? Well, his great-grandson or whatever was, the others he wasn't entirely certain of. There was one, young by the look of him, who seemed rather unruly even for a Saiyan child. He was hiding behind a curious woman, looking pitifully meek and nervous about things. The one who had tried to explain moths looked a touch more like a typical Saiyan, but he clearly had no relation to either Vegeta or his rival, Goku. The other three as well weren't anyone he recognized, which meant these three were most likely from the Saiyan home world, as were the other two, he assumed. Curious then that they were here with others and cooperating, rather than razing the cities and killing people. The new Saiyan empire definitely followed the old way of things, a way that was long since outdated and frowned upon. Even the Prince of Saiyans found himself disgusted with what his people were doing with themselves, it just wasn't right.

In spite of his faint disregard for everyone before him there was one individual that caught his attention, besides his relative that is. He wasn't quite certain what the man was, or who he was for that matter. A Beastman, if only going by the knowledge he had of races, that was as close as he could place it. Though this one seemed more human than anthro, which made him fairly curious. Whoever or whatever he was the man had some sort of reverence for Vegeta, and he rather liked that. When he knelt down and did a sort of salute the Saiyan smiled proudly, lifting up his chin a bit as he let the guy do his thing. It had been a long while since anyone had done that to him, he'd forgotten how nice it felt.

"Now there's someone who knows how to show some respect. You seem like a strong warrior, and you understand how to greet a superior, I'm impressed." Vegeta mused, chuckling throatily. "But don't give me that, as nice as it is. I'm dead, I have no use for honorifics or royalties any longer, they mean nothing here frankly. If you wish to honor my kin in the same way though I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Provided he's not as soft as my son is..."

Vegeta Jr smiled sheepishly at the idea of being royalty, itching at his nose. It wasn't a terribly off-putting idea, though he was definitely a little ways away from being in line for the throne. "Both Shu and Takeshi are Princes, T'charrl, and this man Vegeta is also a Prince." he explained, gesturing to each in turn. "Or he was the Prince of Saiyans, back when he was still alive. He's my great-grandfather, and he was one of the strongest warriors in the entire universe in his time. Heck, I bet he still is." Chuckling under his breath he rubbed his hands together, getting lost briefly in his own little world as he daydreamed about being a Prince. No work and he could do what he wanted for a change... He'd quite like that.

"Wait... Those boys are the two Princes?" Vegeta asked, blinking and looking between Shu and Takeshi in disbelief. That meant they were brothers, yet they looked absolutely nothing alike. Not for nothing, but they didn't seem terribly intimidating either. Then again... Appearances weren't everything. Smiling amused he leaned forward to come closer to the screen, scrutinizing each boy for a moment before shaking his head. "They don't carry themselves like Princes, and they certainly don't seem to have the air about them as one would. I may have been the Prince a while ago, but I'm sure the behavior hasn't changed. They act like commoners, or low class Saiyans even. So let me guess, you were borne by the king and a wife, but you weren't raised by him? Probably just as well... If I could get there I'd kill that man for bringing shame to the Saiyan name."

King Kai finally worked his way back into the frame, albeit he was standing behind Vegeta, too uneasy to try getting him out of the way. "They're actually fighting their father for that very reason Vegeta!" he exclaimed, lifting his hands to adjust his sunglasses meticulously. "Or... Maybe not the EXACT reason, but they're fighting against him. You should be commending these boys, they're fighting an uphill battle!"

"Tch... How many times have they died?" Vegeta asked, smiling as he leaned back again and stood upright. "I don't doubt what you're doing, but believe me, until you've been killed in action you don't know what a real struggle is like. And I've done that... Well, a few times. Not for nothing, but you children don't know real struggle until you've failed that badly."