"No... Viral... I'm not annoyed with you, or angry," Yumi pouted, "I'm upset, yes. But it's because I'm worried about you. I'm not blaming you for anything and how I'm feeling isn't your fault either. I just... I just want you to feel better is all." If he had been like this since being freed then it may be impossible to undo the damage by now. That was a terrifying prospect, one she desperately hoped did not come to fruition. Things just didn't work like that, and maybe it was a little naive of her to think of it that way. They'd all reuinted after a year of separation and hardship though, if that could happen then Viral could certainly be happy again. Looking at him tentatively as he rose she did the same, biting her lip and averting her gaze for a moment. "Natural by whose standards...?" she whispered, not content with simply walking off to eat. Giving Viral a hopeful look she remained as she was, twisting her fingers nervously. "To humans it's unnatural, and there are plenty of other transformations that seem weird to one person, but it's normal to another... My point is that it is natural, to you. It's rare, that's all. Everything about you is natural, it just happens to be different. How can anything about you be unnatural when everything comes from nature? All the animals, the people, all of it makes up you."

Takeshi couldn't see a reason why T'charrl wouldn't contact Goku, if it was possible. Especially if it were to help his friends, that fact alone seemed like all the incentive the lonely prince might need to carry through with the request. Taking a pause to settle Shu down the Saiyan smiled amused, relaxing in his own seat now that he was finished. "You used to know all of it," Takeshi confirmed, giving a nod of his head. "And you'll learn it all again no problem. Know why? Because you're my little brother, and if you get anything from me it's my skill to learn techniques."

"Because he definitely doesn't have your ego."

Takeshi flushed a soft red at the comment, eyes narrowing as he looked over at Kabocha expectantly. Instead his squadmate had a smirk on his face, gesturing over to Vegeta who was looking mighty proud of himself. He'd been called out and what's worse had no real rebuttal besides a soft, "Shut up..." Wrinkling his nose as the others chuckled he focused on Shu, smiling a bit as he stacked their plates together to be cleaned. "It was yummy, yeah. And we can practice all of that as soon as everything is taken care of. I'm guessing we probably won't be leaving here today."

"Depends on the fallout of what you've done," Vegeta said, standing up from his seat. Grabbing all of the empty plates he carried them to the sink, setting them along the rim and turning on the water to begin washing them off. "Even given that everything you two did goes smoothly there'll be a lot of activity in the city, and elsewhere on the planet for that matter. If it gets too bad and we can't even relax then we're just as well to leave before things get bothersome." Gods only know what may happen when this war came to an end. It seemed strange to even call it a war, now that he thought it over. Since their arrival there'd been no conflict, at least none they'd seen. Strange that these people could be on the precipice and yet there hadn't been a single strike made on either group.