T’charrl didn’t know how to take his mother’s words, he was fair confused and couldn’t take in whether he should see her words as supportive or just hiding her true feelings. He didn’t know how he was supposed to deal with his parents knowing, they were probably going to check in some more or possibly stop him from wandering completely just incase he showed off his powers somehow. Nodding a little as she spoke, he scratched his claws slowly through his fur as he tried to work out whether he should be worried about the future or hold onto his mother for support right up until he was supposed to take over. Now that was the thing; he’d probably lose that as well when he is sure enough destined to be in the public eye of everyone around the world. He wanted to ask his mother about that, but after all that was said and shown he’d probably be better kicking her in the shin than asking something like that.

Shu could remember what Goku looked like if it was only for the fact that he thought about him a lot when he was locked up and how he might handle such a situation, but with just a few details missing. If he was to describe Goku he would probably screw it up, he didn’t know how he would get it across and definitely needed Takeshi’s help. Looking to him for some sort of hint to what they could do, he smiled a little before Takeshi managed to come up with something. Tilting his head curiously at what Takeshi was asking, he slowly moved closer to him when he received something from the General and proceeded to make markings on it. Smiling a little, he watched in fascination before looking to T’charrl, trying to see if this ritual meant anything.

T’charrl had to do a second take when Takeshi approached him, looking to him curiously before down at the piece of paper. He didn’t really understand at first, but having a second take helped a little to try and understand what his plight was. Reaching out to the sketch curiously, he held the side of it gently before withdrawing his hand, looking away, “Umm, maybe…another Saiyan…?” he questioned, giving a little nod, “I could, but…I-I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t have enough of my own energy to do such things. I’m weak, I need to recover a little more before I can do that…it’s often hard to do such a thing if I don’t know them or if they’re not still on this plain; I-I’m sorry…”