The General wasn't thrilled with the other boy being here, but if Takeshi insisted his brother tag along then he could scarcely object. Keeping his eyes on the younger boy for a moment longer he looked back to the other as he spoke, frowning at what he was told. "An outpost...? So our intel was incorrect then..." he mumbled, lifting a hand to rub at his chin thoughtfully. All signs had shown to quite a bit of activity there, it should have been far more than a simple temporary base. It was disheartening news, but he supposed these things were unfortunately possible. "Very well... I'll have to have the recon group survey the area again then, see if we can find anything left inside."
He hadn't planned for that, and now Takeshi was stuck trying to find reason for another search never to happen, lest their lie be found out. "Actually... About that... I sort of blew the place up..." he mumbled, feigning uneasiness at the glare he got, actually finding it rather amusing. "Sorry! I figured they might go back to retrieve something, so whatever might be inside I destroyed." Stuffing his hands into his pockets he shrugged his shoulders, looking away with a sigh. "That's what you get for hiring a Saiyan though, you should have known better." He couldn't help it, pushing buttons was fun and seeing the angry look on the Generals face as rather satisfying. "I'm still available for more work, if you want me to do any that is. I'll not blow anything up this time."

"That would be for the best, I think..." the General replied, still strained in keeping his disappointment under control. So no Queen and nothing to show for the raid, how utterly pitiful. At least some of the enemy had fallen, he could take slight solace in that fact. The boy before him was certainly a rash one, he ought to have known that initially after all. Sighing to himself the General dismissed his attendant, waiting until she was gone before walking closer to the boys, hands folded behind his back. "May I just remind you that you are a guest on this world? You're here on peaceful terms, and I'll respect that, but do not take advantage of our hospitality. Another blunder like that and we'll have you leave, am I clear?"

Takeshi gave a nod of his head, doing his best not to smile in the process. "Of course sir, sorry," he replied, giving a bow for show, "It won't happen again." Not that it ever happened in the first place, but that's what made it oh so funny. After the brief exchange the General turned to make his leave, but Takeshi stopped him quickly. "Oh, General! Wait please, I've got a question." When the man turned around he hesitated again, trying to find the best words for this. He had to be tactful and not give anything away, and being sneaky wasn't quite his forte. "I was just wondering... This war has to be costly. I'm curious is all, having come from the Saiyan military myself, how do you fund war efforts?" It seemed like an innocent question enough, though as soon as it left his mouth he could certainly understand why it might seem loaded too. "I'm only wondering because I hardly see any campaigns to raise money, so I was hoping you might tell me, for curiosity's sake. Is it all state funded, or does the military do it all?"

"You Saiyans really make very little sense, don't you?" the General asked, smiling slightly. This time he got a little rise out of Takeshi, the boy's smile wavering just for a second in annoyance, but long enough for him to take notice. "I suppose there's no harm in indulging you. The military has very little funds of it's own to be honest, we rely on benefactors in the form of politicians and wealthy families to fund our operations. There really is no 'state' so to speak, our city is governed by the military and those who support it. We keep order, keep people safe and help expand for growth, and in turn the people are happy to abide by what rules we set. I hope that sates your curiosity. Now if you boys will excuse me..." Nodding to both boys in a bid farewell he turned and went back through the door he had come out, his assitant hurrying right behind him, throwing a curious glance at the boys over her shoulder before sealing the room.

Yumi eased her grip on Viral as not to be overbearing, but kept close incase she felt he needed comfort. She'd hoped to make some breakthrough perhaps a little too quickly, as seeing him still down on himself was a hard pill to swallow. Refusing to give up though she listened to whatever he had to say, carefully thinking over her replies. "Everyone loses Viral, no exception. You had a poor streak, and you were in bad health, no one thinks less of you or blames you for losing. In fact I think everyone holds you in high regards for trying even when you're not at one hundred percent. Right now you're weak, but you will get better and get stronger. You've never been one to just roll over, and you still aren't. All we need this time is to give you a push in the right direction." 

"That thing that attacked those men, it wasn't you," Yumi reassured, smiling sadly as she lowered her gaze a bit. "Just like we don't blame Shu for when he changes we don't blame you either. Besides... Who knows how many people those men had killed in their time. It wasn't like you did that to good people, right? You probably even saved more lives." It was hard to justify someone's death, but when it came to Saiyan soldiers it seemed a bit easier. When food was brought up the Beastman's eyes shined a bit, getting up from the couch quickly and heading towards the door. "I'll be right back!" Into the kitchen she went, finding the basket and delving into it, pulling out a familiar fruit before coming back to the family room. "Here, try this," Yumi urged, smiling as she sat back and offered over the fruit. "It's not meat, so it should be easier. It's delicious, I promise. Just one little bite, please? For me?" If they could get him eating again that should help with his healing, which would in turn benefit his healing and his mood.