Choi was pretty excited for his food, he was fair hungry with the food they had to be careful about how much they ate when away. This food was cheap but it was good and he certainly liked it a whole lot, something to be inspired by. Maybe one of these days they could cook up a barbeque and have everyone over, cooking good food and having a generally good time together. His little dreams and fantasies was probably seen as childish and pathetic for Saiyan standards, but that was hardly his fault when he grew up with a sense of comradery with the other cooks and kept in slave-like conditions for most of his life. While fighting was still in his blood and all that he still liked to have fun and have friends. The whole freedom aspect is what got to him and at least his brother supported the idea too, even though Kai was a bit more reserved. Sitting here with his brother and Kabocha was pretty close to enjoying himself with friends, even though they had been together for over a year with very little moments like this. It was waiting to see if Kabocha was at least liking his food and not going to hate it that Choi was waiting for, holding a drumstick as he watched him pick at his food. It was almost in anticipation that he was waiting to see if he’d eat it and sure enough he eventually tried some, Choi smiling a little when the results were positive. “Oh great! You see? I said you wouldn’t be repulsed by it!” he laughed, eating his food finally, “This planet’s great for food…” -- Viral moved to rest his head on his paw, looking away from June. “I’m not hungry. Just concentrate on feeding Yumi and the rest of them…” he muttered, staring out the window. He didn’t much care to explain the reason why he wasn’t hungry, but he hadn’t been eating right for a while now anyway. Groaning when his suspicions were confirmed he slowly sat up. “As usual, I suppose. No point in assuming otherwise…” He hadn’t seen Aito for a while now, at least not for fair lengths of time like everybody else seemed to be receiving from him. He was starting to believe he was beginning to be forgotten about again, now that his own genetic breakdown had been solved. Like father, like son with Vegeta and Aito with probably the rest of Aito’s time being with his prodigy of a son and helping him with all his work. Continuing his staring out the window he was caught off-guard by June sitting right near him, staring at her cautiously as she took hold of his paw. Just as he thought, she was trying to nosey in on his condition that she had picked apart from his body language. Feeling pretty annoyed already he narrowed his gaze, groaning when she told him off before he could even talk. He couldn’t lie, but he also didn’t want her to try anything when there was obviously nothing she could do. “There’s nothing you can do meaning it doesn’t matter. I’d rather not talk to you about where it’s hurting either”, he spoke, knowing it was futile to even tell her about it, “I’m probably going to be fine tomorrow, so who cares”. -- T’charrl gave a little nod, sighing slightly. “It has been a long time in history…I mean, not many know about it so I guess I am kind of very scary just now”. He didn’t know how long it was going to take for people to get used to him either, especially when he was just on the scene as somebody who actually existed. Even his own people probably forgot they had a Prince, but that was his own fault for being such an outcast when he was young. Smiling when his father seemed pleased with the idea he gave a quick nod, knowing not to give away too many of his things. “Yes! I mean, umm, I would need somewhere to keep my stuff and maybe that would be a good place”, he nodded, feeling confident he was going to be able to find enough for the possibility of a museum. Rubbing his claws together in half anxiety and excitement he looked to Haku when he spoke up, nodding quickly. “Yeah! That would be good! Ohhh, it would also be good to get stuff from other planets and not just there…maybe we’ll all be able to go exploring and fighting and umm…well, maybe not fighting, but maybe also fighting if they need fights fought for them…oh, I hope I’m good at fighting by then…I mean, I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that stuff, but there’s a lot of conflict still out in the universe…”