Shu was getting right back to his usual self, that was a huge relief. "I was kidding, there's no way that stomach could ever be filled," Takeshi joked, patting Shu's stomach. Come to think of it his biggest worry wasn't his brother getting full. What would happen if a little kid like him ingested all of that sugar though? He might go from timid and quiet to insatiable and loud in a few minutes, and goodness knows how long he'd be hyperactive for. The picture that gave him got a little chuckle, it was definitely amusing. Grinning at his brother's readiness Takeshi squatted down slightly, letting Shu hop up onto his back and linking his arms under the little boy's legs carefully. "There we go little man! Just be careful you don't smoosh the candy in your pocket, 'cuz I'm not sharing mine!" Playfully he stuck out his tongue before starting to head on out, mentally mapping out what he knew of the city. They shouldn't be too far away from this place, hopefully only a few minutes walk. "I was just thinking... If Katas can handle things after we pay Ka'shra a visit... Want to go say hi to you-know-who again? After we eat of course."

"Something about them has to be bothering you... And the fact that you don't know either is worrisome..." Vegeta sighed, slumping his posture a bit. He really wasn't cut out for this whole mental inspection deal, they needed a proper doctor for this. Giving Viral a sidelong glance when he told the Saiyan to scram the boy paused for a moment, shaking his head. "I'm going, I'm going, but you're coming too. If I came back empty handed and left you in the woods you know darn well how she'd react." Already he could hear the screams ringing in his ears, though thankfully he wasn't really ever struck like some of the others. While Vegeta may not think it bad letting the Beastman linger here their friend may think differently. Smiling slightly he motioned for Viral to follow, heading towards the house. "Go relax on the roof again or something, just come closer is all I ask. If Yumi tears me a new one for you slinking off then I'm passing it on to you, and neither of us want that."

Kabocha had to cover his mouth with both hands to stifle a bit of laughter. What they were seeing could just well be some friends making a meal, but his perverted way of thinking told him otherwise. They were going to end up a couple, and Kai... Well Kai would be the third wheel to his twin's relationship. He might be an only child and not have a girlfriend, but at least he wouldn't be playing tag-along with Choi. "Oh man... They're so going to date!" Kabocha teased, playfully punching Kai's shoulder. In the midst of the tease the Saiyan sniffed at the air, catching a wiff of something rather delicious. Licking his lips he put a finger to his lips, trying to tip-toe into the kitchen to get a peek of the food. Whatever they were cooking it smelled really tasty... And he wasn't going to get a look at it. In a slight lapse in judgment Kabocha knocked into a chair, his eyes darting to Yumi and yelping as he toppled back onto his backside in alarm as she spun around, paling and exhaling inaudibly when a knife was thrown his way, imbedding itself in the floor mere inches from some sensitive spots.

"Why are you sneaking around in the kitchen?" Yumi asked, frowning as she looked down at Kabocha. With a sigh she closed her eyes, giving a shake of her head and turning back around. "I swear you're such a weirdo..." Placing a few diced bits of fruit along a platter she sent a smile Choi's way before going to the oven, craking it open and grabbing a thick cloth. Carefully taking out a tray inside to reveal a large roast of sorts she carried it over to the platter, sliding it off and in between the slices of fruit. Once the meat was in place she then grabbed a small glass container filled with a orange-ish liquid. Humming happily she drizzled it over the top of the roast, using near all of it before setting the glass in the sink. With that out of the way Yumi turned back around to the two boys, giving Kai a curious look. "You can come in you know...? I'm not going to throw anything at you, if you're worried about that." Kabocha had since picked himself up off the floor and was now sitting at the table, the knife set a few centimeters away as he gave it a good staring at.