While Kabocha was still having a hard time accepting the plan for moving to Earth it was quickly becoming obvious that he should go along with it. No other world would likely be suitable, even if Earth was a little odd, and truth be told he'd prefer to stay with his squad. Kai had a point too, it'd likely be the best place for his parents. There was a reason his father was a politician and not a warrior, and his mother essentially a secratary, neither could fight. It'd make more sense to leave them near the others who well could to ensure their safety. Still miffed over Viral and the overall feeling of debt to the others Kabocha was hardly in a pleasant mood though. "I don't know... Who knows how that guy will rule," he pointed out, sighing as he turned away from Kai. "I mean he can't be worse than Yamate, unless he kills a whole lot of people for working with the king. Then we might have to take another guy out of power..."

"Viral, I helped you heal because I had to, not because I wanted to." Frowning Vegeta let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. "That's not right... I wanted to help you of course, and I had to because I was the only one who could. That was necessary, this is a choice. And if you can't deal, why not get it off your mind? Let it out, it'll be better than keeping it bottled up." Not a moment ago Viral had confessed to speaking out to Yumi, and while it clearly didn't solve anything that was the first time he'd spoken openly. If he hoped to get better, Vegeta surmised, then he'd need to learn not to keep all of his concerns to himself. Forcing it wouldn't help anything though, Viral had to do it of his own volition. "Look... Everyone is worried about you. And not the kind of worry where you take pity on someone, just... Worried. Yeah, you're weak right now, I won't lie. But you're healing again, you'll be strong in no time. It's just up here," Vegeta paused, tapping his head, "That has us concerned. We're alone right now, so will you please open up and let me know what's going on?"

Takeshi wasn't very fond of this place, it was a little too fancy. It didn't look like S'uma tried to hide her wealth either, especially judging by the jewel encrusted water pitcher. It was excessive and beyond pointless, only serving to show off her money to people without it. Not that everyone in the city lived poorly, but this seemed a little much. While both S'uma and Shu took a drink he stood by and explained why they were here, trying not to grimace seeing the woman drinking in her alien ways. "Aw, really? Not even a little peek?" Takeshi asked. Feigning a pout he shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his back and replacing pouting with a smile. "Well I guess that's no surprise, bummer though. I can guess it's being put to good use though, seeing how the war is going." Darn, so no exact answer. Pushing for it would probably be too risky, though at least now they knew it wasn't going to supplies or resources. "Can I ask this then? How do you plan on making the others agree to your terms? I mean they've been pretty stubborn so far, haven't they? What more can you do?"