Choi folded his arms, raising an eyebrow slightly at Yumi’s words. Just because he didn’t do it anymore didn’t mean Takeshi didn’t used to before time and time again, he had done that plenty of times when they were working with him. Tilting his head the other way, he frowned a little at her excuse before he looked off in Viral’s direction, “Hmm really? I would had thought being unable to beat up a simpleton like Kabocha would had been bad enough”, he spoke calmly, looking back to Yumi. He could see why she wouldn’t had wanted to, but the worst was what probably happened and now even the Commander had stormed off. Raising his head a little at her instruction, he quickly turned to Vegeta when he spoke up instead, feeling oddly unprepared for him actually talking. It seemed like a reasonable idea, his eyes quickly turning back to Yumi once Vegeta had walked off, “Well, I guess that’s that problem solved! It’ll be fine, I’m sure…unless you’re into spying, that is”.

Viral hadn’t really managed to get too far, but far enough to get away from the house and find himself in amongst the trees. He had tried to believe everything would go back to normal once he had recovered physically, but obviously not and he had been reduced to the weakest of all of them. He had heard Choi and Yumi training, you would had to have been deaf to not and even Yumi could take down one of the twins. He hadn’t been able to defend himself, he couldn’t do everything they could and would be outmatched eventually; he was just an obsolete tool of war. Taking refuge in the forest, he sat quietly in contemplation, staring at his hands as everything continued to flash through his mind as even his very purpose was questioned. Just how he would be able to pick himself up out of the mud after this, everyone had witnessed just how weak he was and it wasn’t as if they could wipe that away all easily without completely lying about it.

Kai was already fed up with Kabocha just from that comment, however somebody could simply shrug off what happened like that was beyond him. Shaking his head a little, he waited for Kabocha to put up his side of the argument before he eventually let out a groaning sigh, “What are you talking about? He called you a thug and look at what you did; you forced him into hitting you just so you could call him weak”, he spoke, moving around him some more, “Doesn’t that remind you of a bully? What if you were in his boots? Wouldn’t you hate it if someone did that to you? I know I would…besides, isn’t this kind of…pointless? Wouldn’t your parents not want fighting to occur for the first time in their lives? Earth would give us the quiet we need after fighting in a war all our lives, don’t you want to have a break? Why would you want to come out of fighting just to go straight back into it again? Isn’t that kind of…brutish?”

Shu gave a quick nod to Takeshi, finding the idea of going on out and bringing back something special to be absolutely delightful, “Yeah! That would be nice, I’d like to do that…” he spoke, looking away for a second before quickly back to Takeshi, “I hope we don’t bring bad stuff, though…like things that would make them sick. That would be a bad idea, huh?” He seemed quite happy with that revelation; he would enjoy giving his friends something bad for being so hospitable and wanting to be his friend. Feeling a little confused at the girl comment, he simply tried to shrug it off until Takeshi suddenly jolted a little causing him to look up looking fairly confused. As they finally began to approach the building with their next alien, Shu coward only a little bit and stepped backwards when Takeshi let go of him, watching him go up to the gates. Tilting his head a little, he shrugged nervously at Takeshi’s question, only forcing himself to step forward when he pushed open the gate, “…Maybe there’s…nobody home…?” Shu questioned, but before he could go any further several Kaesstrians dropped out of the sky, pointing their weapons at the pair. They were dressed as security guards, seeing the pair as unwelcomed guests despite being the aliens under command of the general; they looked like the type who would let the mailman and family or friends in, but anyone else probably got jumped on.