Shu stared at Takeshi, not exactly too sure what he meant by that “Voted? Ooohhh, sounds complicated”, he sighed, looking around as they finally got a little more room to breathe without worrying over being eavesdropped upon. They would have to look through this pretty thoroughly, maybe they would eventually have to leave the house and find somewhere else to live just so they weren’t under the guilt trip that the General would probably bring up if they were to start doing their own things. That guy couldn’t have been the head of the planet, there was a royal family on the other side after all. Bouncing a little around Takeshi as he looked around for clues, his mind was gradually beginning to wander to the thought of the other Saiyans before Takeshi spoke again, his head tilting into his direction, “Really? And they won’t get suspicious? Okay! We can talk to people! I like normal people more than people with swords and other pointy things…maybe we can look for some food too?”

Viral looked back to Yumi before he let out a sigh, giving his head a little shake, “Not unless I just throw it up again, then I’ll just be put off fruit for good as well”, he spoke, scratching his stomach, “You wouldn’t want to have to deal with that, I’m sure”. He didn’t know what else to do about that, he just had to wait until he would stop feeling so sick when it came to food and hope that it would pass if he was to ever enjoy eating again. He could eat as much as a Saiyan any day and not gain weight, but the most he had eaten in a month or so was a fish steak that he wasn’t too fanciful on eating anyway when it belonged to the rebels, the last thing he had tried eating being an Elite. He had gotten used to the hunger, but the very thought that his hunger nearly had him eating his opponent disgusted him to the point of feeling sick.

Viral didn’t want to think about it, everything was just making things worse for everyone else the longer he talked and groaned about it. He didn’t want to talk and groan about it, however, it was everyone else who wanted him to and that was just making everyone upset with him or springing up memories he wanted to avoid. Hearing Yumi refusing to go and do her own investigation work just made him feel just that little bit annoyed, but the suggestion that she’d cook instead confused him a little, “What? Help you cook even after I said I don’t want to go near food?” he questioned her, but found it hard to put down that suggestion. Groaning as he slowly reached out for her hand, he pulled himself up before looking to the kitchen only to feel a little bitter, “Tch, sure…to feed them…sure, I’ll help you stuff their faces with food I can barely look at. It’s just the thing I need to do”.