Takeshi grimaced, feeling his stomach do flips as he watched the 'food' writhe about. Nerve response, alive, some freaky alien food, whatever it was he wanted nothing to do with it. Kiton ordering it then made him do a double take, silently pleading with the owner to not sell it.

"Edible? Of course it is! It's a food stall after all!" Beaming, the owner grabbed a stick and skewered the writhing mass. "And to answer your question, it's seafood! Taken from the bottom of the lake, fresh! Go on, give it a try!" Takeshi stepped well away as the food was passed, covering his mouth and stifling the urge to vomit. When he turned down an offer to try, the stall owner laughed. "I thought Saiyans ate anything! Seems like that's not true."

He'd eat any [i]food[/i], and whatever that mess was, it wasn't food. Looking back at the display and squeamishly pointing out another dish, Takeshi gladly accepted the plate of orange-sauce beef, or what he assumed was some kind of beef. It definitely tasted like it, and had a certain grainy texture like a steak. "You like the Garu fruit? Most people can't handle the heat!" Heat? Takeshi hadn't noticed until the stall vendor mentioned it, but there was definitely a bite to the fruit, a heat that was steadily growing. He opened his mouth to try and speak, coughing and gasping as it spiked, like a wildfire catching blaze. "Strange, I figured the sauce would dull the heat!"

Sputtering and gagging, Takeshi gasped and grabbed another piece out of the display, munching away. Eyes watering and face red, he gasped as the heat finally subsided, at least for the most part. "You should really warn people, that coulda killed me!" An outstretched hand cut off any further rambling. Indignant, Takeshi fished out the appropriate funds and slapped them into the vendor's hand, abashed by how unapologetic the man was. Sighing, he stepped away from the stall, glancing at Kiton with a baffled expression. "How can you eat that stuff...?"