Kai stared at Takeshi, frowning a little at his comment. That was probably one of the things the King tried to obtain from Viral during his experimentation stages but probably couldn’t, but whether all that experimenting had worn out whatever the Beastman’s lifespan relied on was definitely something to be concerned about. Maybe it would be a pretty good thing to get him some scientific attention too now that they had equipment to do it. If anything, Kai was more afraid of the ex-Commander waking up and sporting brain damage, turning into a killer and using those freaky arms to rip them all apart.

Kai gave Takeshi’s food suggestion a quick nod, giving him a little wave as he moved to the door, “Sure, just don’t get food in the tank once we bring some down. Just hopefully your friend has gotten this ship flying because I’d hate to go to the food hall and find a bunch of Saiyans in there. They can’t party all the time, you know”, he spoke, looking to Kabocha, “If that happens, you’re taking the lead on getting rid of them. I ain’t going near no bunch of soldiers without my brother, okay?”

Walking on out after Kabocha, he gave one look back before letting out a sigh, moving along with Kabocha, “I bugsy telling Vegeta that we got him in the healing tank. You can tell Yumi”, he spoke quickly, raising his hand, “There’s no way I’m telling her what happened and I doubt Choi would either, seeing as how completely gaga he is over her…” It was a bit of a hit and miss when trying to figure out what he should say to Vegeta. He knew what to ask him, but to describe what happened to Viral was a little confusing to him. He couldn’t really describe what it was, whether it was a fit or a haemorrhage of some kind.

Choi snickered a little, scratching his cheek, “I know, right? Somehow I can’t say I pity him”, he chuckled a little, giving her a little nudge, “Don’t tell him I said that, though”. While it was funny talking about things like that, he couldn’t say it was giving him a good feeling knowing what Kabocha might do if he found out he was talking about his parents. Letting out a sigh, he lowered his head for a moment before peaking up again, bouncing on over to a sign on the wall, “Oh! This might help”, he spoke, giving a quick point to the sign and to various parts of the ship, “I guess it’s easier to say you can go left to get to the food and right to get to the beds”.

Choi was feeling pretty proud, being able to lead a bunch of people to where they needed to go so long as the ship was safe and moving. He wasn’t really good at reading, but recognising symbols was definitely something he could be proud with and feel happy about. Smiling, he soon ran off to the right before stopping again, nodding a little, “I hope nobody fights over where they’re sleeping…because that’d be really awkward when there are a lot of beds here. It’s a flying fortress! Neat, huh?” he nodded, smiling, “There’s rooms ranging from having about twelve beds all the way up to one where the Captain of the vessel would sleep, the bed quality getting better as it goes along but still comfy. Maybe the ones with the many beds would be better if we ever saved anyone and transported them…that’d be cool…saving people…instead of blowing them to bits…”