“I think he just got inspired from the stories but forget the most powerful Saiyan that existed was a pure Saiyan”, Choi smirked, finding some level of amusement from it. He probably denied the fact that the greatest legend in Saiyan history was a pretty good guy who didn’t like guys like him or aggressive Saiyans in general, almost like he hated him. It was rather amusing in a way, he was just ignoring the past legends and trying to create his own while not tainting the Saiyan race just enough for them to survive with forced breeding included. Overall he was a little amused by the little strange superiority complex, it certainly made the King look even crazier in the eyes of the lesser class. Just about finished with his meal he let out a long sigh, feeling pretty satisfied. Giving a quick look to his brother he soon glanced to Kabocha, smirking a little. “Oh yeah? Then you do that and maybe challenge him then? I’d love to see how ‘naturally stronger’ you are compared to a guy who was engineered to fight. Can you even beat one of the Princes? Or maybe just Takeshi, I mean…Shu will probably trigger Takeshi so hard he’d blast you away!” -- Viral didn’t think he could be around Aito anymore, he sacrificed a lot to bring him back and yet once his life wasn’t in any danger Aito promptly forgot about him. It was just like what everyone else eventually did, it seemed to be contagious. Once he was out of sight it was as if people’s memories of him were shoved into a little box and put away carelessly, as if he was just a fleeting memory. Nobody should be forced to do things for him just because he wasn’t having a great time, he shouldn’t be relying on everyone remembering him so much anyway. Moving to head out he was stopped by Aito’s words, his gaze only briefly going to him before he slowly folded his arms and closed his eyes. His first thought was to whether Aito would even be able to remember the next day that thought of his, all he had to do was leave for a bit and then he was suddenly gone from everyone’s minds. Maybe that’s why Yumi kept following him around, probably to remind people his name. It certainly made him wonder whether it was because he was easily forgotten or if it was some sort of Human thing where Humans only recognise and remember their own species, whether they’re halfbreeds or not. Slowly looking over his shoulder he stared at him with a sharp gaze, not showing any trust for his words. He was still not trusting the man, who knew when he would end up forgetting once again after all. Letting out a sigh as he decided to list off some possible treatments he kept fairly quiet after that even after Aito stopped talking. Barely giving any other reaction he soon growled under his breath, eventually unfolding his arms as he slowly turned around, giving him a sharp staring at before speaking. “It’s funny how you have it all planned out in your head as if you knew what to do, but simply didn’t care enough to execute it. It’s certainly funny how easily forgotten something is when it’s not you who is considered ‘volatile…” he spoke lowly, looking down at himself for a moment before lifting up his shirt. His body was still majorly bandaged up, his showing it was a lot thinner than usual too without the looseness of his clothing to hide it. It didn’t look like he had any open wounds underneath the bandages, yet he was still well wrapped in them. “I faced two Elites days ago, almost had my body destroyed and I still haven’t healed completely. My organs were almost completely destroyed and you think exposing me to events like this and more would grant me any relief? Such a thought somehow amuses me…” -- T’charrl certainly loved his mother very much, but he didn’t know what path he was supposed to take to become the Prince she wanted him to be. He did try to study how she worked and how his father worked, but they were fair opposites which left him not knowing what path to take. He admired his mother very much and did want to have the level of respect she had, but his father was his role model and everything he did he wanted to aspire to do as well. He knew where he was supposed to go in life, but getting there was proving to be a little more difficult than he thought. He didn’t know what was going to change in the future either, his family had been at war for as long as he could remember and their hierarchy system never changed. Ultimately, T’charrl was afraid he was going to be left out in the cold unable to find any work and being a bloodsucker for the rest of his life because of rules regarding the royal family changing. “…Oh, mother likes to paint…? I didn’t have any influence in her not wanting to do poetry, right? I mean with you two wanting a kid…” he spoke, not knowing his mother to like that kind of thing. Looking to Haku when he inquired about the instrument some more he looked back to his father expecting an answer. Smiling a little when he mentioned knowing some people he sighed lightly, feeling a little less anxious knowing he didn’t have to go to a shop or something to find one. He had a lot of anxiety when it came to doing normal things because he wasn’t used to them, meaning he was definitely glad that he didn’t have to do any of that. Nodding quickly in response he thought about what kind he might want before the thought of food came up, his eyes quickly going to his father. “Okay! I’ve seen enough for now! I would really like some food now, thank you…”