“But…that would be dishonest…” Choi muttered, hardly impressed with the thought of taking, “What I want, I don’t know if Kai also wants but, what I want is a place out in the countryside surrounded by forests and a little river nearby! A village or something, and I’ll be a chef who owns a little place where the whole village spends their nights! All local ingredients! Maybe a little farm on the side too…” Giving Kai a quick glance he soon sighed, rubbing his hands together as he daydreamed briefly on his ideal place. “A small family business in a little village surrounded by people who love you, defending it from monsters…man, that’ll be the most ideal outcome when we’re older…then that’s when I would like kids!” While they were both pure-blooded Saiyans they didn’t have the same killer instinct Kabocha had, they were just low class Saiyans who never had that warrior’s start in life. “Uhh I mean…yeah it’s true he’s sterile…and I guess maybe she’ll end up ditching him when she wants kids…but, uhh…I don’t know. Maybe you ask her some time! Or maybe ask Takeshi whenever you see him, I mean, I don’t want to make Yumi mad at me and you have nothing to lose!” Kai let out a sigh, wondering why he was even bothering to pay attention to their little discussion. He understood where they were both coming from, but they were certainly going around in circles about it. Hearing Kabocha basically insult their cooking he folded his arms, letting out a sigh. “What’s wrong with cooking? What’s wrong with our cooking?” he questioned him, shaking his head, “We grew up as cooks so of course we’d develop some sort of feeling towards it. We’ve only been soldiers for a few years and it’s been filled with death, suffering and fear. Unless you can find us a new hobby I don’t think we can shake off our enjoyment for cooking very easily. But whatabout you? Got plans for the future? You also know you don’t need to order the sauce, right? It’s like you’ve never been to a place like this before…” -- Viral didn’t know what Yumi was asking for, he could do anything she wanted to whether it was stay with him or find someone else who might provide her with better company. He didn’t trust himself to make his own decisions and her asking him to make one had him doubting whether he would ever be able to make an action that wouldn’t cause trouble. Even him simply agreeing with her decisions had him in trouble it seemed as Yumi only appeared to grow annoyed at him. Stopping in his path he looked over his shoulder at her, frowning when she simply appeared to be unsatisfied with his decision to go with her own spontaneous decision. She really didn’t understand him if she expected him to come up with something for them to do, sounding more disappointed that he wouldn’t make one for them. Staring at her for a moment he soon folded his arms, looking away off in the direction he was moving in. “…Fine, I won’t pick a fight with him, but maybe you should try coming to an understanding yourself”, he spoke, sighing, “You should know better than to ask me what to do, though. I’ve not had a free day in my life and if I had when June and Aito were alive on Earth I don’t remember any of it. You keep forgetting: I’ve never had the freedom you or anyone else you know, so don’t get angry at me for something I can’t change”. -- T’charrl smiled a little, nodding before they would head towards the museum. It was going to be a lot of hard work and having a short time to try and relax certainly felt pretty essential, especially when he was supposed to try and find balance and control. He wasn’t going to find either of those if he was close to fainting just at the mere thought of training. Despite training a million times before, this training was going to be very different with a new person and under different circumstances. He wasn’t looking forward to it, almost as if he knew it was going to cause him great pain to experience. With his eyes looking for a distraction for his mind he gazed around at all the sights around him, humming a little to himself as he walked along before looking to his father once they finally arrived. “Huh? Oh uhh, a museum for our city? That would be nice…do we even have artefacts and preserved art?” It was certainly some idea but he had no idea what his people even had that was worth showing off. Once they were inside the large building T’charrl definitely began to doubt immediately whether they had such things to show off as this museum had loads of old goods and displays that would make a nation proud of their history. Staring at the initial collection he slowly started to follow after Haku, looking around slowly before gasping when he realised Haku had stopped to admire some of the fabrics, giving it a staring at before he let out a sigh, rubbing his claws together, “Oh. I do miss wearing clothes”, he spoke, looking down at himself, “I must look like such a bum…” Looking around again he soon spotted what looked like a most historic section of the museum, fluttering over briefly before landing in front of some of the weapons on display. They looked pretty ancient, sitting along with some old bits of pottery made from a mineral he didn’t recognise. Not really caring about the pottery he stared at the weapons, frowning a little in realisation. “These aren’t much different from what we used during the war…”