Auber enjoyed this back and forth playful flirting between him and Kabocha, it made him feel as if he could truly be comfortable and relaxed with someone that isn't part of his group with the Kingdom. Although he had to wonder if that was truly a good thing. What would be Kabocha's reaction if she found out? Would she berate him for lying? Or for hiding the truth, at least?
He shook his head of such thoughts, that would be a bridge to cross for later. Focusing instead on her experience with the outer space community. "Vegeta is where most Saiyans come from. It's where I was born also." He then listened to Kabocha's state her lack of knowledge about magic, Ki, and other planets. It seemed she was quite sheltered.
Her query had him hum in thought for a few seconds before he took another sip of his coffee. "It's been a while since I've been there." was his simple answer, truth was, he didn't know how else to word it. He was still very much planning to go there, and visit her someday. But would it be today? Most likely not.
"Oh! What's it like?" Kabocha asks, a curiosity finding it's way into her mind. "I've had friends describe it, and- well... They say it's brutal, and it's a world where if you're not strong, you're thrown away. I've heard that Saiyans are bloodthirsty and prideful." She explains to Auber, though- there's definitely a sense that she's wanting to hope for something better from what auber might say. Feeling a pit in her gut that her birthright might be a throne of skulls and blood. She didn't want to think that her own kind, her family- even with the issues her and her parents had. She didn't want her, and her siblings to be trapped in a fate of being just like her parents. "...Do you think all Saiyans are like that? Even if we try to be kind, and humble?" She felt a bit- vulnerable. Even with her sharing her family information- this was deep even for her. Feelings and worries she considered natural to her- she wondered if she had to be.
Kabocha took another drink of her cappuccino, getting close to finishing it. Sharing how she felt with someone- it felt good. She couldn't share this with Garruk, or Dion, or Aurora. Sure, it was a saiyan worry, so Dion could fit- but... Someone as careful and eloquent like Auber might understand really, how she felt. It wasn't a simple good and evil question. She was scared. She was scared of not having a choice of who she was, even if she worked at it very hard.
Auber hummed in thought as he listened to Kabocha lay upon him the descriptions of her colleagues about how Vegeta was. "If I am being honest, they are not wrong. Vegeta's system is a meritocracy, the individual with the most merits rise." He took a sip of his own drink, pausing for a moment. "Saiyans are naturally proud people to be sure, but our kind is hardly comprised of only blood-thirsty barbarians." He stated, take him for example. Yes, he shared in the Saiyans' love for battle but Auber wasn't oppossed to diplomacy.
"Kabocha, there is nothing wrong with you trying to be different. In fact, I used to know someone that was just like you in that regard." An image of Nashua flashed in between Auber's thoughts and he exhaled softly. No point in dwelling in the past, it just served to show that even the strongest of warriors could be brought down. He took a smaller sip of his cappuccino.
"What else would you like to know about the galaxy?" He attempted to switch the topic to something lighter that might be on Kabocha's mind. Wanting to know more about her own kind was a natural thing for a sheltered Saiyan, and so Auber wasn't surprised when she did ask about Vegeta. It did howevers serve to fuel his grim reminder.