"You're right..." Takeshi mumbled, smiling sadly as he lowered his gaze. "Sorry, bad idea. Well... Crap..." Shu didn't seem keen on going through with what they were doing, nor did he seem enthusiastic about... Well anything else. Given he was starting to feel worn down quite a bit too, having been essentially going nonstop for quite some time now. Any breaks they'd had as of late were brief and few inbetween. Sighing dismally Takeshi scratched at his head before scuffing his boot against the street, looking at Shu apologetically. "I don't want to place you in any more stress than you already are in. And I don't think you're being lazy by not wanting to do this. Hell, I really don't want to do it either. But... We started it, and we should see it through, at least if we want to help that Prince." He supposed it was feasible that they could just leave, after all they had the identities of the people running the show, or close enough to it. The Queen could go after them herself and they wouldn't need to dirty their hands. Granted if they did that then their welcome back should they return would likely be less than warm. "We can head back to the house...?" Takeshi tried, taking a shot in the dark. "Go see our friends before we keep going maybe, tell them what's going on."

Kabocha had hoped for some helpful input from Viral, and in a way he got some. The Beastman wasn't keen with having visitors on his home world, though it seemed like Kabocha was the only one in particular he minded. Watching the former Commander leap down and approach him the Saiyan smiled faintly, holding his ground despite feeling a bit unnerved. "Unstable...? Why, because I have an attitude?" he quipped, sneering as he crossed his arms. "I might be a Saiyan, but I'm not a mindless killer. Yeah I like fighting, but I know right from wrong. So don't treat me like I'm just another of the king's mindless drones." Seriously, him a menace? What in the hell had he possibly done that the twins hadn't to earn him that? As far as Viral knew they'd all been part of the same operations, so if he was a menace then so should they. Being called bloodthirsty really ticked him off, and Kabocha stepped forward until he was nearly breathing down Viral's neck, glaring at him. "The only blood I want to see is that damn king's. Whatever preconceived notion you've got about us Saiyans, you're wrong. Not all of us are manic killers. I love fighting, but I hate killing. Until you get over yourself and your prejudices I don't expect you to realize that though."