That was all that he was to these people, wasn’t it? Just a brute, swinging his arms with no thought or reason put behind his movements as he acted like a barbarian. It didn’t matter if she meant it with good intention to his strength, it still made him sound like a thug rather than a proud warrior. It always ticked him off, that way of thinking towards him, especially when his enemies only saw him as such. Just what was he supposed to do to not look like a brute in battle? He didn’t have any of those fancy attacks, all they saw was his big paws and immediately thought of clubs for fists. Just what would it be like for when he was supposed to train them? They would all be afraid of him, absolutely. They wouldn’t want to be hit by the brute and have their bones crushed, would they? That’s all that it meant, in the end; they were nervous around him because he was just a brute.

Looking down at his arm he gave it a rub around his shoulder, sighing under his breath before looking in Ricken’s direction. “You mean all of the recruits? Because that’s all that he’s doing: acting like a poser, like the rest of them”. People always seemed to get a big head and try to be the big man when they became something that is fighting for a cause or ‘rebelling’, they always acted big and made sure others knew they were the lesser creature. It was pathetic, none of them could act like a proud warrior, instead acting like a kid who won best in class.

Rolling his shoulders he gave them a rub, sighing through the relief before he looked to Sasha. Her trying to find encouragement through her little story certainly made him wonder: just what was she trying to say? Was he also being seen as a bully just because of what he was? He didn’t understand her reasoning behind giving this little story. It was understandable that people would see someone else as a bully for beating up others just because things were said, but he had issues with everyone looking at him and seeing him as some sort of wild animal. “Tch, of course I don’t want that. I’m not a brute or an abomination…”

Watching her head off to her brother he narrowed his gaze before moving to leave, only to be stopped by Vegeta approaching him. Glancing over to him he sighed, looking away as he rubbed his shoulder some more. “I nearly shattered her arm. I knew I could break her if I tried to train properly, so I was nothing more than a punching bag”, he spoke, not wanting to mention what she told him about Korian or what the others thought of him. He was too proud to be complaining about those things, just so long as he knew those problems existed in the first place. Keeping quiet, he stared at the rebels before looking to Vegeta as he asked a question, frowning momentarily before sighing a growl, looking back at the rebels. “I don’t know what I want anymore. They’re all afraid of me, that’s all anyone’s going to be of me”, he spoke calmly, not showing much emotion, “To train them in something they all would consider primitive, it would only reinforce their ideas of me. What do I want? I want something yet I have no clue. I don’t want to exist for nothing, with no purpose…”