T’charrl was definitely wondering what had been going on in the universe beyond what he’s ever been told by the others, but there seemed to be a lot of races that were suffering because of one man. It was definitely worrying, but the Saiyan had completely skipped out of wanting his planet was definitely a positive. He knew there had been an alien who arrived on the planet before, but the most they left with was a collection of their language books and that was it; it wasn’t as if they could give them their technology or much in exchange when nothing but their translators worked on his planet, “My people have only just been granted peace, I hope yours are granted it too”, he spoke, giving a nod, “I don’t fight for the freedom of my own people right now, but for the freedom of everyone else”.

T’charrl hoped that it was going okay and that they didn’t see him as too strange or odd, giving the siblings a smile before tilting his head a little at Ricken’s words. They weren’t very friendly sounding, leaning back a little when he removed his hand and stared up at him. Tapping his claws together, he looked down at himself, giving a nervous smile before it dropped a little when his language and manner of speaking annoyed Ricken, “Um, I-I’m sorry”, he muttered, as if trying to not let his own language be heard, “I didn’t mean to be…annoying”. Looking up when Sasha told off her brother, he looked between them before he gently began to groom one of his antennae, brushing his claws through it before he looked elsewhere. He hadn’t been able to do anything for anyone quite yet other than fight off a couple of beasts and even then that wasn’t for these people. He wasn’t wanting to comment on the fact that he was a Prince just incase it was seen as trying to impress desperately, all he could do was watch as the man walked off, tilting his head at his words.

He didn’t understand what that meant or why it was said, but it did make him feel a little hurt and depressed over that. Looking elsewhere, his eyes quickly snapped to the girl again, giving her a little smile in return, “Umm, hopefully. I’m dedicated to becoming a warrior for the cause”, he spoke, letting out a sigh as she ran off. Frowning a little, he looked to Leto and shrugged, “I guess I can’t please everyone, huh?” he spoke, tilting his head soon after, “You don’t find my voice annoying, do you? You don’t need to lie to me, I appreciate honesty…”

Shu didn’t mean to make Takeshi upset, he was just being who he always was and now he was just feeling uncomfortable for saying something that Takeshi obviously didn’t appreciate. Pulling his feet up onto the chair, he clung onto the edge with his toes and pressed his fingers together, giving Takeshi a quick look when he apologised. He hoped he didn’t upset him too much, it wasn’t fair to do such a thing when he was just being himself, “I-It’s okay”, he squeaked, speaking lowly, “They like you, just…they know you can take a hit better than me, is all”. Rolling over a little in the chair, he watched the world pass by outside, pulling his tail closer, “I would feel lonely if you weren’t there with me. I like the others and all, just…they don’t hang out with me as much as you do, or play with me, or talk to me much”.

Viral wouldn’t mind laying down about now, just if his body would allow it. His arm would probably pop out again if he did such a thing without the proper support, even if Yumi had managed to pop it back in; the truth just was plain and simple when it came down to it, that his muscles had been torn and stretched, leaving his arm loose and his paw almost completely without feeling. Once he got back and got a sling with Vegeta repairing his muscles he’d be okay, but as of right now he was unable to heal properly. Looking to Yumi a little when she spoke, narrowed his gaze slightly, “You can talk to the others but me and Shu about your problems. I’m surprised that kid’s holding it together so well”, he spoke, looking away, “I just don’t think it’s wise to place more worries upon my shoulders quite just now”. He would had been better at taking other people’s concerns if he was able to keep his own in check and stop them from sending him to madness, he was already so close to that as it was. Sighing at the mention of the fish, the sickly feeling coming back momentarily, “…Maybe. If I don’t eat it, you eat it”, he spoke, giving her a quick glance, “I’m sure you would be hungry after that fight”.