[IC] Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

[GambolMuse]

Takeshi really needed to learn to speak plainly when around his brother. By no means was he as... He didn't even know the word for it, but fancy talking as Vegeta was, but he knew more than Shu did. Every time they talked it was almost as if he had to explain half of what he'd just said. "If we don't have fruit we'll see if your friends can help you find some. You wanted to visit them anyways, right? I'd bet they wouldn't mind giving you some fruit for the road." Probably a safe guess that the rebels weren't stocked up on fruits, meaning they were going to have to go out of their way to get Shu what he wanted. Not terribly annoying, but a little inconvenient. T'charrl's arrival stopped them in their tracks, and he looked rather happy that the brothers had returned. Leaving him with Leto was most certainly a mistake, it was almost akin to torture doing that to somebody. "Nah, they beat it up pretty good, but it was still alive. All Shu and I did was blow it up though, they did all the hard work," Takeshi explained. He didn't want them being credited for killing the creature, they hardly did anything in that regard. There really wasn't any explanation that could be offered for Leto's behavior. You had to understand something to explain it, and nobody had a clue why the guy acted the way he did. Maybe he was just crazy, it would make sense seeing as he could be happy one moment and crying the next.

Takeshi didn't want to give the wrong impression about Korian and Sayomi. The latter he had no problem with, she hadn't done anything at all wrong and had even helped them. Korian on the other hand had definitely done them wrong, and hadn't done anything really to make amends. While it was nice of the guy to help with their ship the Saiyan was admittedly skeptical about his intentions, and a little cynical as well. "Did they? That's great T'charrl," he replied, turning and starting to walk to the door again. He didn't want his friend or Shu see the frown on his features, he wasn't liking that at all. To him Korian seemed to just be trying to buy good graces with them with all these favors, like he still expected him and Shu to rejoin the war with them. Stopping just at the door Takeshi looked back, forcing a smile as he motioned for the others to follow him. "Shu and I are going to wash up really quick, then we're going to get some food. If you want to come feel free, there's bound to be plenty of showers."

Vegeta just didn't think Yumi had it in her to single-handedly bring down a foe, certainly not one strong enough to topple Viral. She was strong, sure, but by comparison she was a bit behind everyone else. Sure, she could fight stronger enemies, but beating them seemed a bit of a stretch. What had him even more skeptical and confused than that claim was the idea she had been aggressive and angry towards Viral. That immediately drew Vegeta's attention and had him fairly confused. "Yumi was aggressive and angry... With you?" he repeated, frowning a bit. "When have you ever known her to act like that towards you Viral? That doesn't sound like her in the slightest..." She might get flustered, but rarely was she ever legitimately angry. Even with Takeshi she had always just been annoyed more than anything. With Kai, Choi and Kabocha she had been genuinely mad, and for good reason, but that kind of anger was actually exceptionally rare for her. Maybe it hadn't been to that extent, but the idea that she had been cross with Viral over something like "being useless" seemed off. "We'll take a look at your shoulder, I can fix that easily enough for you. Do you know where she went? I feel like I should talk to her too."

[Mogtaki]

Shu always had a hard time understanding the whole grown up talk thing when it came to Takeshi, even if it was a pretty simple language he was using. He just didn’t know much about the language except for the basics when it all came down to it, having not learned how to talk in a great level of detail in the few years he had been speaking the language now. Tilting his head a little at his brother, he smiled again and bounced, “Yeah! Yeah! But I don’t want to take all their food”, he spoke quickly, giving his head a shake, “I don’t want to steal…stealing is bad! I learned that before, that taking something someone doesn’t want you to take is a bad thing”. While he did like eating meat and anything else that might end up in front of him, fruit was still his most favourite and preferred out of everything else. He was pretty happy with that, but even more so with fruit.

T’charrl didn’t expect a creature like that to be greatly powerful, but when the natives considered it a god it must had been a little bit out of the ordinary when it came to overall strength. Smiling a little, he gave a quick nod, “That’s certainly…something”, he spoke, not quite sure what to make of having to blow it up as opposed to having it being dead, “Certainly so long as it’s dead it should be fine now for the citizens, but certainly hoping it doesn’t have anymore minions running around”. He was a little worried that they were missing out on taking out some more of those creatures, but hopefully with the big one gone all the others should disappear along with it considering the one they killed vanished too. Watching as Takeshi decided to go back to the ship, he watched as Shu followed along too until he was given the offer to come along as well. He could really use some food, he was pretty nervous still while a wash might be nice, “Oh uhhh, sure! I’ve been dusting a lot lately”, he spoke, giving a little nervous laugh as he moved after the pair, “I doubt these devices work with water…right? Or do they? I don’t want to end up breaking it just because I want to talk and understand everything”.

Despite the fact that Viral was sitting upright, he had no idea whether he could get out of the chair without his arm falling out or fainting now that his head was really swimming. He figured he had a cracked skull at most with torn muscles being the least worrying thing, injuries he would heal from eventually but a pain when he was not being fuelled by food and solar power to heal it up properly. He was worried about looking pathetic if he tried to stand up and end up falling down again on his face. Letting out a huff at his words, he shifted himself slightly away, “She’s done it before! She’s not fought with me since leaving Earth and probably picked up that attitude from other humans”, he spoke, looking elsewhere, “Maybe even picking something out from my genes. Hmph…what else have I ruined since being captured…” Feeling pretty angry, he let out a sigh and looked down at his arm, not all too fussed with Vegeta’s decision, “Whatever, you do that. She probably went to her room or to where ever that twin she likes is…I don’t care”.

[GambolMuse]

"Relax Shu, we're not stealing anything..." Takeshi said, waving a hand dismissively. "Besides, when have we ever stolen before? Uh... Aside from those soldiers on Kaesstra... When have we stolen? Never, so it's not like we've made a habit of it." Stealing was well below them. At any rate they had no reason to steal, these people would likely give them all they needed and more if they only just asked for it. Kind of a bonus that came with being helpful, and it didn't hurt that Shu was making friends either. Much as Takeshi would love to stand there and talk about fruit they really did need to clean up, he was beginning to smell himself at this point. Looked like T'charrl was coming along with them too, hopefully the showers here were large enough for someone his size. "The citizens are going to be fine guys, seriously. Even if there are more of those things do you really think they'll attack after we killed their... I don't know, parent? Whatever the hell that thing was..." He wasn't really sure what the beast was to the smaller ones. A parent, ruler? Scrunching his face a bit in thought he couldn't remember exactly what the natives had told them, shy of it being some god apparently. Well, that supposed god was now scattered across a valley and in a crater, so a lot of good it was.

Takeshi didn't think he really wanted to know what 'dusting' was. Taking a good look back at T'charrl though he could guess it was something like shedding or molting. He couldn't keep himself from cringing a bit, really not thrilled with the idea of being molted on. "They work in water, unless you totally submerge it of course..." he pointed out, looking back ahead as they walked. "And we really should get to teaching you how to speak, since you wanted to learn and all. Vegeta is probably the best person for that... He's smart and good at stuff like that." Unless they got back to Earth before they started teaching T'charrl, then they might even get an actual teacher. For that matter it might not be a bad idea to enroll Shu while they were at it... And himself. Compared to everyone else except perhaps the twins they were the least educated, and it showed occasionally. Not to say that T'charrl was dumb, but his knowledge was on Kaesstrian knowledge and nothing else. Even humans would have some kind of information on other races and people, however scarce it may be.

"So she hadn't changed in the whole time you've known her, and just abruptly turns sour towards you, the one person she's always been patient with?" Vegeta shook his head, not buying into it at all. If Yumi was indeed being crass with Viral then it was something new, that they hadn't seen before. He readily drew a connection between what had been done to her and her new behavior, albeit it was a very vague guess. He might know the general cause, but had no clue why in the world it happened. Perhaps another problem for the doctor to look at when they got back home. Rising out of his chair Vegeta moved to the Beastman's side, putting a hand on the back of his seat. "You haven't ruined anything, so stop blaming yourself. If anyone ruined things it's the Saiyans, not you. Now come on, let's get you patched up." Yumi could wait, assuming she was in better condition than Viral was. She walked off whereas he was still sitting here, so she was in a slightly better state at least. A quick cursory look over Viral told him they would need a sling and some bandages, plus the small matter of getting his arm back in its socket properly. All of ten minutes and he'd be good to go, albeit maybe sitting for a bit wouldn't hurt. "Can you walk or do you need a hand?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu was a little confused with what Takeshi meant, tilting his head a little at his words when he already mentioned that they stole before. While he had gone through most of his life relying on stealing to get his dinner so that he didn’t starve as did the rest of his clan, but when he was taken in by the older people he did get taught not to steal. He was willing to learn about how people managed to survive and how they didn’t steal to survive, but instead worked to get their food, “I don’t know about never”, he spoke, pressing his fingers together before giving a cheeky smile, “I’m not naughty, though! Sometimes, especially when I am with you”. He wasn’t going to talk about his past much, he felt he had spent enough time talking about it in the past even when that was for a little time only. Frowning a little when Takeshi dismissed the idea of there being more monsters, he let out a sigh and looked around as he walked, “But those monsters are scary and they could get really mad and attack them”, he spoke, frowning a little, “But if you think they won’t, then maybe it’s okay…?”

T’charrl looked to Shu, feeling about the same. He was worried that the monsters would get aggressive and kill the citizens outright. Trying to trust Takeshi’s word that they would just disappear, he frowned when he seemed a little disgusted by his odd habits. He didn’t mean to dust all over the place, it was just a reaction his kind got in new environments or was in danger. Wiping down his fur a little, he tapped the scouter a little as he thought about what they’d do if they came across a water world before he let out a sigh, “I guess good thing my kind float in water”, he spoke, but quickly looked to Takeshi again, “Uhhh, i-it’s the wings; otherwise, we’re pretty waterproof…” He was probably just confusing them at this point, especially considering he was going for a shower and saying he was waterproof. Letting out a sigh, he hunched a little more as he walked before giving a smile, “I can’t wait for the lessons, your language is pretty fascinating when I don’t have the scouter on…I’ll need to learn how to use my tongue for vocalising! It’s so fascinating…is that what yours are for? Tasting and talking? So strange…no wonder they’re short and flat…”

Viral was getting annoyed now, Vegeta did just not believe anything he was saying as most likely something normal, “She’s probably just at the end of her rope, not think about it that way?” he asked him only to groan, “Everyone’s fed up with me, I know you’re all fed up with me and I’m aware that you are all getting annoyed with me and my problems, but at least she expresses it unlike everyone else”. He didn’t understand why she was angry at him actually acknowledging he was of no use in battle anymore, she practically told him pretty plainly that he wasn’t useful when she shoved his arm back in hastily. He found it hard to see how he wasn’t the source of the problem Yumi was going through either, the fact that they had captured her with the intent to alter her into something like him. He could tell she feared it, making her feel depressed over everything to do with being a Beastman and while he told her otherwise, she could only accept it as reality. Feeling fed up, he looked to him slowly, “Patched up again and again and again, huh? Soon there will be nothing to patch up”, he spoke, pressing his feet against the ground and leaning forward a little as if trying to get up, “…It’s not that I can’t…or need a hand…it just might take a while…”

[GambolMuse]

Whether they had stolen before or not Takeshi hardly intended on making a habit of it. Even living on his own he tended not to steal, though he could think of a few cases where some food had been too tempting to pass up. Back home now they wouldn't have that problem thanks to the funds they had won from the tournament. For the life of him he couldn't remember how much it had been, or what they even had left. Hopefully enough for a nice big meal, he was really craving some Earth foods at this point. Shu could have a mountain of fruit and smoothies, and he'd have hamburgers, steaks, fish, whatever he could think of. Without realizing it there was a thin strain of drool seeping from his lips, and with a light blush Takeshi quickly wiped at his mouth, smiling bashfully. "If it'll help we can look around before we leave for more of those things. I don't know how we'll search the entire planet, but we'll just double check, okay?" Maybe they could even stick the task on the rebels and make them hang around a little longer. Not that he didn't want to help the natives, but getting home was awfully tantalizing. The longer they did things for other people the longer it would be until they went back to Earth. Speaking of Earth, that would probably be the best place to teach T'charrl their language. Being surrounded by it by that many people surely would help him pick things up.

"Yeah... I guess we do use our tongues for both of those things," Takeshi said thoughtfully, rubbing at his head. He'd never put much thought into it before, but silently mouthing a few words he definitely noticed his tongue moving with each word. It was different from the noises T'charrl made, with clicking and hissing being more throaty sounds. He wondered how the Kaesstrian would do with their sounds, seeing how different his tongue was. "Don't you use yours to taste too? I mean... Moths on our planet use it for eating, I think... Never actually watched one close enough to see if they do or not." Nor was he planning on it. Just the thought of a moth crawling around on him, or heaven forbid getting its tongue on him made his skin crawl. Rubbing at his arm then Takeshi stopped just shy of a doorway, the panel above it labelled "Washroom". Now that they were here he realized quite a big mistake, they didn't bring any spare clothing with them. Flushing slightly yet again he looked back at Shu and T'charrl, gesturing to the door. "Uh... I don't suppose either of you just happen to have extra clothes on you... Do you?"

"Viral... We're not fed up with you. Seriously, would I even bother helping if I was tired of doing it?" Vegeta shook his head, crossing his arms and looking down at his friend. "If I was sick of doing it I'd not bother, you know that. I don't put effort into something I don't give a damn about, and believe it or not that includes you. No one is angry with you, or annoyed. Maybe exasperated that we haven't been able to help, but no one is blaming you for this. None of it is your fault, so no one is putting the blame on you for it." Boy it would be awfully nice when the day came he wasn't so upset though. It was quite draining on everyone having his constant disconcerting tone and view on everything. While it may not be his fault, or even his intent his attitude certainly had effects on them. "Maybe she is... I don't know. I'll find out when I talk to her later though. But right now Yumi isn't my concern, it's you. So up and at 'em, let's get you checked out." Shame that Viral's healing wasn't in full effect yet. If it were then all he'd need was a sling to hold his arm and then to lie out in the sun, it would take care of itself then. More traditional methods were going to be needed in this case, seeing as his body wasn't coping quite well just yet. Nodding his head understandingly Vegeta held out a hand, keeping it just behind Viral's back in case he should fall. "There's only going to be nothing left if I do a lousy job of helping you, and I have no intentions on lousing this up," he replied, smiling sadly. "You've gotten better physically, you know you have. And with your healing slowly coming back it's a matter of time until you're back to your old self."

[Mogtaki]

Shu was fairly anticipating having some food, he would had just gone straight for the food and skipped washing up. He wasn’t too fussed about washing, but it was often pretty fun when he was with Takeshi. Washing was all fun with him, but eating was all about feeling full and not having that funny feeling in his stomach. Giving his stomach a rub as he walked along, he gave Takeshi a quick look, giving him a smile, “That will be nice!” he squeaked, pulling at his clothes, “I hope they’re going to be okay because I don’t want them to be eaten because that would be bad thoughts and I would be sad. I don’t want to feel sad…” He really didn’t know what he was supposed to feel right now, he could feel worried or he could feel glad that they were probably all gone now, but he was also feeling hungry and fair excited to be getting on with the future.

T’charrl felt like he was just embarrassing himself now, his cluelessness over other races and how species functioned made him probably look pretty stupid, especially when the races had certain characteristics about them that they mostly had in common with each other. Frowning a little, he glanced at Takeshi and nodded a little, “Yeah, we use ours for drinking as well as taste and, uhh…I-I guess that’s like your moths”, he spoke, letting out a sigh, “I really am just a big bug, huh…? Huh…” First his voice was a problem for others, now he was going to be well aware people probably saw him as a big bug. Giving his tongue a quick brush in a short burst of embarrassment over it, he stopped when Takeshi suddenly did and stared down at him, tilting his head before looking into the room, “Uhhh, I could make you some if there’s none? Or is that a little weird too…” he sighed, rubbing his hands together, “There should be some in there if they’re expecting lots of soldiers to use this place, right? I don’t even have clothes anymore”.

Viral didn’t fully believe it, but he definitely didn’t know if he was telling the truth. It was pretty hard to understand them, it was so easy for a human to lie. They surely wouldn’t want him to distrust them by telling him the truth, but then again it was already pretty difficult to do that when he already suspected that they were lying to him about how patient they were being with him. Keeping his eyes off Vegeta, he sighed a little, “I’m not sure how it is not my fault when I can’t even keep the damn voices out my head or ignore the memories of the past. And I wouldn’t think you’d be fed up with me when I’m more like a bloody project for you”. He was certainly not feeling the pep talk going on here, but that was just typical for him. He couldn’t even understand why he couldn’t take in the positivity, everything they said was just littered with a negative thought and memory behind it to boot. Feeling fed up with himself, he looked up at Vegeta before down again, slowly trying to get to his feet with Vegeta’s help, “Great…my old self. I can’t…wait…” he mumbled, feeling dizzy the moment he got on his feet. Shifting in his steps, he let out a groan as he nearly fell back into his chair if it wasn’t for Vegeta, “Ughhh…why do you let me do this to myself…”

[GambolMuse]

Takeshi was just going to leave the topic of monsters alone for now. He couldn't feasibly know if there were any left or not, unless of course he scoured the remaining surface of the planet. Considering that weird thing they did too it would be next to impossible to truly know if there were any left. Telling Shu that would only serve to really upset him, and much as he disliked keeping secrets that would be kept from the younger boy for the time being. "We'll worry about it after we clean up and get some food, alright? Worrying now won't help us any." At the door to the washroom Takeshi stopped, looking at the door for a moment before flushing slightly. It dawned on him then that in their hurry to get back here they'd neglected to grab a change of clothes. He certainly wouldn't put his dirty ones back on, and their room was a good ways away down the ship. T'charrl had a solution to their problem, albeit one the Saiyan had fair difficulty embracing. He didn't even want to consider how their friend would "make" clothing. He didn't seem like a weaver, and they definitely didn't have any sewing kits around. Smiling meekly he nodded his head, opening up the door and stepping on inside. "Good point, I didn't think of that T'charrl." Looking back at his friend the Saiyan blinked a few times, smiling bashfully and looking away. Yep, his friend definitely had lost what little clothes he'd had earlier.

"Not like we're going to need them a whole lot here, since we're getting clean," Takeshi continued, reaching down and grabbing hold of his shirt, lifting it up and off over his head. Tossing it into a nearby container he then lifted up one foot, hopping around slightly unbalanced as he wrestled off his boot, and then the other, putting both in the bin as well. Lastly he wrestled off his pants, being left standing in some fair long undershorts. In spite of wearing the clothes there were discernible patches of dirt on his person, as well as his side being red and slightly bloodied from the creature before. Ruffling his own hair to make sure it was free of chunks of dirt or even rocks Takeshi smiled at Shu, holding his hands out to offer to help undress him if need be. "Each person to a shower, try to get as clean as you can," he said, mostly for Shu's sake than T'charrl's. "And please... No eating anything you find in there Shu."

No amount of positive reinforcement was getting through to Viral, regardless of how they tried. Vegeta knew basically enough that someone in his friend's condition needed something better to think about, or some positive encouragement. Clearly he wasn't doing that properly, as the depressed thoughts continued. Making sure Viral didn't fall when he nearly slipped the Saiyan caught him, easing him into an upright standing position. "I could just cart you around in a wheelchair if you'd prefer," Vegeta replied, smiling sympathetically before shaking his head. "I do it because I want you to feel independent and capable. That won't happen if someone is constantly helping you around. You don't exactly seem to enjoy it after all." Figuring the Beastman did need a hand here however he eased Viral along, keeping his hand on his back to keep the man steady. Also placing his other hand on Viral's front as they stepped out of the ship Vegeta paused for a moment, looking around the hangar. He'd sort of hoped to spot Yumi still nearby, but there wasn't a sign of her anywhere. Sighing softly he focused back on Viral, giving him a careful look over yet again. "I don't want to sound condescending, but in your state it seems hard for you to walk. Do you want me to find something to help? Or I can sort of carry you."

[Mogtaki]

Shu stared at Takeshi a moment before giving a quick nod, bouncing slightly, “Okay! Clean and then food…clean and food!” he squeaked, pushing passed Takeshi as he moved on into the room. He was pretty happy to get washed now when food was now so close. He didn’t know if there was any spare clothes in the room, but he was fairly alright with going back in his old clothes. Watching as Takeshi got undressed to see how he managed, he looked down at himself before giving a smile, “I won’t! I won’t, since I’m going to get cleaned by the water…” he spoke, pulling at his clothes and trying to get them off in the same way only to get stuck halfway with his top, wriggling around a little before turning to Takeshi, “…I’m also stuck. Why is this so tight now?”

T’charrl was a little lost, giving a small smile at the banter Takeshi was giving Shu. It was all probably due to Takeshi freaking out over Shu eating little creatures, something he thought was pretty strange to bring up a fuss about. It certainly made him feel a little concerned, but he was probably just being paranoid. Since he didn’t have any clothing, he just moved on towards the showers. Giving them a good looking at, he did try and suss out how this worked, seeing the buttons. He figured out that the green was on and the red was off, but he didn’t really know what the cogs meant. Tilting his head a moment, he pressed the green button only to get blasted with water instantly from above as the showerhead, letting out a yelp in surprise. He didn’t expect it to come out instantly and at such a temperature, but it was certainly pleasing after a moment as he reached his head up and moved his snout closer to the source of the water.

Viral felt pretty light-headed, but of course being sat down for so long and in pain for so long it was only logical that his blood would move away from his injured head and towards the bigger source of pain which was his dead arm, making him feel pretty uncomfortable with standing. He needed to manage his balance, feeling pretty terrible and Vegeta sounding oddly far away, “Again…? I shouldn’t need one…at all”, he spoke, trying to resist the temptation to hold his head rather than hold his arm in place, “I haven’t felt capable since leaving the Saiyan’s control…” He was always either near paralysed or dying since being freed, even losing control of himself in the worst of ways. Slowly walking to the end of the ship, he kept his head low and his eyes almost closed the entire way as he just tried to figure out his way along. Coming to a stop at the end of the ship for a moment, he slowly eased his feet down onto the ground before letting out a sigh as Vegeta spoke. He didn’t want to agree with him, but he was definitely facing problems as his blood didn’t want to stay in his head; then again if it was going to his head, he’d probably have blood pouring into his brain, “…Well…I can’t see, how might you think that works out for me…right now…?”

[GambolMuse]

It felt very nice to be rid of the dirty clothes. A little awkward standing around in essentially his underpants, but already Takeshi felt a good deal cleaner. Before he could step into the shower it looked like Shu was having some fair difficulty undressing himself, getting the shirt stuck on his head. Smiling amused he walked over, grabbing hold of the fabric and easing it off, tossing it to the side. "The clothes shrink and expand, so when you took it off it shrunk on your head," he explained, ruffling Shu's hair teasingly. "Now come on, get your shoes and pants off and I'll show you how to use the shower. Shu might be having some difficulties, but T'charrl had gone right on inside and gotten to washing himself. Hearing the yelp of surprise Takeshi couldn't help but laugh, sending an amused grin in their friend's direction. "You might want to turn the water up a bit, make it warmer! The handle on the right will heat it up. Be careful though, it only takes a little bit to make it warmer." Gods forbid they had to go to the infirmary because someone turned the water up too high and got a burn.

"If you can't see then you need help..." Vegeta remarked, frowning concerned. Probably just a bit of blood loss, but definitely worth checking into. Looking around for anything he might use he spotted a wheeled table the workers had been using to move tools about. It was certainly big enough for Viral to lie on, and should more than hold his wait. Easing the Beastman against the wall of the ship he backed off slightly, "Wait right here, I'll be back in a second." A few rebels were still lingering by the cart, but seeing Vegeta approaching they quickly stepped aside. A few sounds of discontent were made when their tools were dumped on the floor, but they made due and scooped up their belongings as the table was wheeled away from them. Stopping just before Viral then the Saiyan left the table where it was, moving back to his friend and grabbing his good arm to guide him. "Just lay down on this, I'll take you right to the infirmary. If your vision is going we'll have to see about doing a blood transfusion." With a hand on Viral he tried to ease the Beastman into lying down, making sure to hold the cart steady with his free hand. "I know you don't need to be told this, but just talk to me. Is your vision blacking around the corners? And do you feel lightheaded?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu wriggled around in the top, wondering what was going on with his top and just why he couldn’t get it off his head. Letting out an odd squeal, he giggled away as he wriggled around all before Takeshi pulled it off his head, tossing it casually to the side as Shu turned to face him. Giving him a little smile, he tilted his head before looking off towards the shirt, “Why would it do that? It seems silly”, he spoke, giving his head a quick shake after Takeshi ruffled his hair up, “I don’t wear shoes!” Getting on the floor and pulling off his trousers, he immediately got back up and ran around for a bit before stopping to take a look at T’charrl in the shower. It looked pretty complicated to him as well, staring at all the buttons, “Oooohhh, getting all wet and hot and wet and cold…it’s so weird still! How does it do that…?”

T’charrl was just guessing as he went along, especially considering their form of shower was a lot less technologically advance. His kind didn’t need to wash often, the dirt usually fell off by itself. It was somewhat pleasant and relaxing, if a bit cold. Looking out from behind the shower of water, he looked back to Takeshi when he explained the handles, his eyes going to them immediately, “Oh, uhh…just a little bit?” Staring at them, he gave the handle a little turn only to jump back as it suddenly got a lot colder, “Ah! What, which way??” he gasped, grabbing hold of the handle and turning it again only to end up jumping right out of the shower, shaking his wings. It was certainly pretty complicated, especially going from extreme temperatures in an instant. Making one last reach out for the handle, he flicked it lightly with his claw, being taken aback a bit for a moment before slowly going back into the water. That was a little better, maybe it was best to not alter it too much when he barely knew the difference between left and right with those things.

Viral just wanted to know where he was and who was around him, feeling awfully anxious when he couldn’t see the blurry images in front of him. For the time he was up and standing, he was certainly not enjoying being left on his own once Vegeta decided to go elsewhere. He could almost hear the mocking voices from the shadows of his enemies, just waiting for the moment where he’d keel over and end up being ‘accidentally’ kicked and stepped on by them. Growling a little, he tried to open his bruised eyes before he was suddenly grabbed by an unknown source, letting out a growl before knowing it was Vegeta. Walking along with him after a brief stumble, he slowly laid down before realising what Vegeta told him, “What…? A blood transfusion? With who??” he spoke up, still feeling pretty confused by his surroundings, “Who said I wanted to talk…ughhh, my vision…? Fine except for…blackness…and dizziness…I guess I have those…”

[GambolMuse]

Takeshi rolled his eyes dramatically as Shu questioned him, smirking when he yanked the shirt free and tossed it aside. "So one size fits all. It's easier for them to make clothes if it fits everybody after all," he explained, watching as Shu began to run about the place. Oh sure, he definitely needed food because he didn't have enough energy as it was. His head had gotten better at least, it was obvious by this point. Good, so he had recovered just in time for Viral and Yumi to be injured. It was always something with this group, it seemed. Chuckling under his breath the older boy walked to his brother, grabbing him by the arm to lead him away from T'charrl. "The water is heated and cooled down before it gets here, those knobs tell it how to make the water for you." The actual technical aspects of it were above him, it was yet another thing he only had the gist of in terms of understanding. Since they were the only three in here they had the luxury of taking any shower they wanted, but Takeshi opted for the one directly beside T'charrl. Opening the glass door that closed off the stall he went to step in, making sure there was enough room for both him and Shu. The little guy was definitely going to need help getting clean, and his brother wanted to make sure he didn't get into anything he shouldn't be. Hearing T'charrl exclaim in surprise Takeshi laughed a bit, smiling amused as he looked in their friend's direction. "The one on the right, closest to us, is the warm water. You only have to turn it a little like I said. And if it gets too warm use the one on the left to cool it down."

Thank goodness getting Viral to cooperate was proving to be easy right now. It may have something to do with the fact he was barely keeping himself up, he looked nigh ready to pass out where he stood. Once laid down Vegeta made certain his friend wouldn't slip off, going to the rear of the cart to push it along. The infirmary had been stocked with medicines and even some new tools, courtesy of the rebels, so he more than had the means to treat both of his friends. With a small shove they were on their way, wheeling past the last few workers who were on their way out, most of which gave curious looks at the wounded Beastman as he moved along. "Er... Good point, sorry. Just standard procedure for blood loss, I got stuck in habit," Vegeta remarked, smiling apologetically. They really should bag some of Viral's blood when he was healthy, just for cases like this when he might need some. Making a mental note to have it done as soon as possible he moved the cart right out into the hallway, taking the left towards the infirmary. "That's normal if you took a hit to the head. Once your blood count gets back up it'll return to normal." Or it should. Goodness knows there had been complications with Viral in the past. "I don't suppose there's a chance of getting you to eat...? Food will help it quicken."

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t know what he was supposed to do about this showing deal, at least not without Takeshi’s help and that was going to probably take a while to get used to in a shower like this. He really didn’t know how any of it worked and to see T’charrl having trouble with it, but if Takeshi knew then maybe it will be okay and he’d be able to get the deep clean he needed. He didn’t know what the big deal was, he thought everyone got bugs in their hair at some point and this was just making Takeshi look a little paranoid about them. No matter, he would be able to get all nice and clean and get some food in the end. Staring at the shower for a moment, he let out a squeak when Takeshi came around, looking to him curiously before walking off towards the stall and going inside once Takeshi had given it a good check. This should be nice, he just hoped it wasn’t going to be too hot or cold, “I’m going to smell bad because I have a lot of hair and I smell when I’m wet”.

T’charrl really didn’t like that the flips were so sensitive, he just wanted to wash and to have them change so dramatically. Letting out a sigh, he very gently moved the right one, feeling the warmth shower over him somewhat dramatically in a relieving flow of calming water. It was certainly something he needed for himself and was quite happy to be getting a wash. He wasn’t a bug, if he was a bug he wouldn’t like getting water on him. Kaesstria had bugs, but when comparing his people to them they were very much different. They were more like parasites, so it wouldn’t be surprising if they had a few in their hair from his planet. His kind had evolved to be resistant to most of them, what with their thicker fur and harder skin. Letting out a sigh, he shook himself under the shower, feeling a lot calmer compared to before, “Hmmm this feels a lot better…” he sighed, unravelling the silken hold in his hair and rubbing it all down straight, “I do hope the others are okay, I mean…I haven’t heard anything from them yet”.

Viral was just fed up with himself and wanted it all over and done with, feeling completely drained and in constant pain. He was losing more blood than he was recovering all the time, it was just becoming sickening how weak he was and now he was completely broken. He probably could do with a blood transfusion, but with him being completely different to everyone else then it made everything a whole lot harder when it came to simple tasks involving health, “Standard procedure…and yet I can’t do it”, he spoke, sounding fed up, “Especially when this feels like…a regular thing…” He really needed to talk to Vegeta about this whole fighting thing, seeing as how he was completely useless at it. He would agree with him that it was a stupid idea, considering he was constantly needing to fix him up, “I’ve lost a lot of blood lately…just, why do you let me do this to myself…” Not feeling all too sure about his future, the moment Vegeta brought up eating just made him groan in return, especially when that part of his future wasn’t something he was looking forward to, “…Yumi asked if I should eat…and I’m still not sure how I’ll manage it…” he muttered, rolling his head slightly, “I’m such a coward, can’t even handle a little bit of food…”

[GambolMuse]

While showering together was a little peculiar Takeshi sincerely doubted Shu would get all that clean on his own. Considering that chances were they'd end up in the same bed per usual he didn't want to have any Shu-crawlies sneaking onto him in the middle of the night. Following his sibling into the stall he shut the door behind them, closing the latch and looking around for shampoo and soap. Finding two little bottles tucked in the corner he set them both on a nearby shelf, moving then to turn the water on. "Your hair is only going to smell bad if we don't clean it, and we're definitely doing that," Takeshi remarked, turning the shower head on and letting the water run. The initial spurt was fairly chilly, but with a quick turn of the knobs it was quickly changed to a warm, soothing temperature. Grabbing the shampoo bottle he grabbed hold of Shu's shoulder, flipping the cap open with his thumb and smiling. "Alright, I'm putting this in your hair, it'll clean it. You might want to close your eyes while I'm doing it though, it could sting." That was the only forewarning Shu got as Takeshi turned the bottle over, dumping a good sized glob into his hair just to be sure it would come clean. Setting the bottle back down he then went about busily making suds to wash as thoroughly as he could.

In the next stall over T'charrl was wondering where the others had gone to, and it was a fair question. They hadn't been welcomed upon getting back to the ship, not that it had been expected of them. With everything going on they were likely busy with something else, or avoiding any awkward confrontations with the rebels. "Everyone's fine I'm sure dude. Yumi and Viral are getting taken care of and the rest are probably just sitting around waiting for something to happen." They'd know for sure once meal time came around, as not a damn person on this ship would skip out on a meal. Besides Viral, of course.

If Viral had lost a fair deal of blood already at least he wasn't losing it now. Check as he might Vegeta couldn't find any fresh blood seeping out, the only sign he'd bled at all being the crusted bit on his head. Bleeding from the head was certainly by no means a small matter, they were going to have to be extra careful to make sure there was no serious damage done. Just what a guy with depression needed, head trauma. "Would you prefer if I kept you locked up so you couldn't risk hurting yourself?" Vegeta asked rhetorically. "I let you do it because it's what you want to do. I know you, and you'd hate to be denied a chance to fight, no matter what the circumstances may be. Though admittedly letting you go out if you were in a condition like this would be a very bad idea..." Pushing the cart and himself to the side as a group of rebels walked on by the pair continued on, the infirmary still a little ways away down the corridor. "I bet if we found the right food you'd be able to eat it," Vegeta responded, smiling hopefully down at Viral. "Since red meats are off the table have you considered seafood? We got a fair load of food from the rebels that will more than last us until we reach Earth, and there was fish amongst it. Think you'd be able to stomach that?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t like how small the space was, it was making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Takeshi knew his aversion over small spaces and this was definitely a little tight. Frowning a little as he stared upwards, he squeaked when the water suddenly flowed and shook his head quickly, “Ah! All wet!” he squeaked, not liking the sudden spark of cold that carried through with the water, “I’ll probably still smell bad!” Giving himself another shake, he gasped when Takeshi decided to take a hold of him, holding up a bottle of smelly liquid. Sniffling a little as water ran down his nose, he gave a quick nod and shut his eyes tight, “Okay, I won’t open my eyes! I don’t want it to sting me”, he squeaked before it was all but in his hair, the feeling of the goop almost like silky mud, “Ewwww it feels funny…”

T’charrl probably shouldn’t be spending so long in the shower unless he wanted his wings to be pretty waterlogged, making it difficult to fly. He was finding it pretty soothing, though, considering it was making him pretty relaxed compared to how he was feeling earlier. Trying to get the water right down to his skin, he tilted his head slightly when Takeshi spoke of the others, “’Dude’? Huh, you certainly seem sure, so I’ll trust you with that”, he spoke, turning slightly to wash down his side, “Just the whole killing a god thing being a big deal, thought they might had been hurt pretty badly since you needed the carrier too. I guess there’s always asking what it was like fighting a god at dinner time, I don’t even know if this is normal for you people to go out and fight gods”.

Viral certainly hated this experience, knowing there was probably a bunch of people staring at him whenever he moved by them. He could only guess what they were thinking, but he knew it would had been negative considering the trial was probably still fresh in their memories. Just wanting to get fixed up as soon as possible, he got annoyed at Vegeta’s words pretty easily when all of the pressure made him pretty irritable, “I may want to do it…but that doesn’t make it the right thing to do!” he grunted, “I would just end up in a condition like this…over and over again…the only time getting anywhere being when I was fighting humans and civilian-aliens! That damn King…he managed to improve me…yet, why am I failing so much now…?” He was certainly going far out of his way to keep feeling active, especially since every quiet moment made him feel like he was slipping away. Letting out a fairly deep sigh, he frowned at the thought of eating again, especially when the question was being repeated to him time and time again, “Stop it with the fish…everyone wants me to eat fish…is this some sort of stereotype with you people…? Even if it is…technically true…”

[GambolMuse]

Washing Shu was going to be no easy feat, especially not if he squirmed around the entire time. The water had been a bit chilly when it first came out, and if nothing else it certainly woke them up. Once the shower had heated to a comfortable temperature Takeshi went right to work, putting shampoo in his brother's hair and beginning to lather it up. It wouldn't likely help with the knots, but at least all the grime and maybe little critters would be washed away. "You're not going to smell bad, honest. This stuff makes you smell good." Provided it was even going to carry that strong of a scent. It was slightly fruity in aroma, but probably not enough to mask Shu's... Musk. It could do the trick if they washed all of the grime off of him, and seeing distinct trails of dirt washing down it was clear the young boy definitely needed a good scrubbing. Once all the shampoo was completely lathered in Takeshi gently turned Shu around, positioning him directly under the stream of warm water before beginning to rinse out the shampoo. "It probably feels funny because you never do it, but I promise it's going to be nice when you're all clean."

"Ooooh.... Fighting a god is hardly normal. And I mean they were kinda hurt, Viral had a cut and his arm was dislocated, and Yumi seemed really out of it. But... As far as our track record is concerned everyone is pretty okay." Nothing that even a single evening of care and medical attention couldn't fix most likely. Given that Viral's healing may be starting up again it could potentially only be a few hours even until he was healed once more. Getting the last of the rinse out of Shu's hair Takeshi made certain that he was washed clean of the suds before rinsing his own hands off, taking a step back. "See, doesn't that feel better? Now your hair shouldn't be all matted and... Well... Full of stuff." Reaching for the second bottle then he popped open the cap, peering inside to see what it was. They didn't need conditioner, that was a girl's thing. Putting the bottle back he grabbed instead the bar of soap, offering it to Shu. "Just rub it where there's dirt and you'll get clean. And please... Don't try eating it?"

"You really think the king improved you...?" Vegeta remarked, frowning as he looked down at Viral. Sighing softly he shook his head, stopping the cart when they finally came upon the infirmary. Since the room was locked unlike most other rooms he had to go to the lock pad, putting in a combination to undo the sealed door. "He unlocked power that otherwise would have emerged naturally, I'm certain of that now. It only makes sense that when you were put into sleep your powers were... Rewound, in a sense. They were beginning to come back already before your capture, so I'd wager you'd have the same abilities now without the Saiyans interfering." It definitely wasn't that dastard king's doing, he hadn't made anyone stronger for what he'd done. Letting the door open up Vegeta carefully shifted the cart, swiveling it around before pushing Viral right on inside. With new hospital-styled beds it was now properly set up to work on people, and thus Viral was brought over to one. He'd be allowed to move onto the bed under his own power as the Saiyan went about gathering what he would need to do his work.

"You're failing because you've been given too much too soon, and it's hard to control. There's no shame in that, no one wouldn't be in the same position you are given the circumstances. It's not a shortcoming on your part." Much as he liked to think them all capable there was a very good chance that a lot of power could make them mad. In terms of actual strength Viral hadn't really changed, but his access to abilities had certainly expanded. Grabbing a sterile cloth and some alcohol Vegeta doused the cloth, walking over to the bed with a small smile. "I've heard you say you can't handle the blood, and fish doesn't exactly bleed when eaten, so I figured it was a safe alternative. Besides, you always did like fish, so if it's something you enjoy it might be easier to consume." Brushing Viral's hair up to expose the cut he examined it for a moment, relieved to find it was a modest gash, but hardly anything that was going to cause serious damage. "This might sting a bit, but we should clean this," Vegeta said before gently going about wiping away blood and dirt from the wound, being careful not to put a ton of pressure on it. "Is there anything other than your head and arm that's injured?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t know when he would be able to open his eyes, but he definitely didn’t want to end up with his eyes stinging and smelling of the nasty stuff. He was fine with getting washed with water, but using something strange to wash his hair was like using mud during washing under water already. Squeaking as Takeshi rubbed the liquid into his hair, smiling a little as the foam built up into a relaxing lather, all of that was suddenly washed away when he was turned around and blasted with water. Raising his arms up in surprise, he shook his head quickly before letting out a sneeze. He wasn’t used to the foam at all and it tickled when it ran down his nose, “Do I have to do this a lot…?” he asked out, not entirely sure he would be able to do it himself, “I have a lot of hair…” Feeling a little confused, he let the water run down his face before opening his eyes again, hoping it was okay. He didn’t know if he was okay with that, his hair was just pretty flat now and whether it still had stuff in it was definitely questionable. Staring at Takeshi, he watched as he shifted between bottles before giving him soap instead. Staring at him for a moment, he soon took hold of the soap but it went flying up into the air, Shu trying to grab it multiple times but it continued to fly up through his grip.

T’charrl wasn’t entirely sure how he should feel about their injuries, not knowing whether he should feel bad that he didn’t have the energy to heal them up. The others knew he could, yet they were purposely avoiding the subject probably because he was terrible at doing it and sapped all their energy away just to heal a few injuries. Letting out a sigh, he dropped his head a little and raised his arms to get the water underneath them, “Well uhh, I-I hope they’ll be okay”, he spoke, turning around again, “I’d hate to have a dislocated arm…I mean, having two sets of arms compared to your species, having one dislocated means the other paired with it hurts just as much”. He didn’t want to mention it if they weren’t going to, it was their decision whether they wanted to spare the energy for him to use and right now they all needed the energy. Letting out a sigh, he turned slightly as if trying to guess what was happening in the other cubicle, “Is everything okay in there…?”

Viral didn’t think Vegeta would understand what he meant; he was the one who was responsible for keeping him functioning but he couldn’t possibly know what he was supposed to be able to do before he was sealed. There was probably a lot that had been implanted into him that was yet to emerge, but what he could do couldn’t possibly had come from his parents or whatever knowledge that Red Ribbon man knew, “So you’re practically saying…I’m reverting back into a killing machine, right?” he spoke, frowning a little, “Unlocking it or emerging by itself…just what’s the difference? All he did was reveal what was hidden within me…and I was regarded as an Elite for that, the only artificial creation to ever be given such a title!”

Viral could only feel just that little spark of confusion that could only rise from being unable to comprehend just where his abilities were coming from. He could create things that no one else could and warp his body to gain different and new techniques, but surely all those things were something that Vegeta’s parents never intended for him to have. Following the shadow with his eyes that was Vegeta, he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, nearly drifting away, “…Then, how am I supposed to find that control…” he grumbled, opening his eyes again, “I am supposed to be a capable fighter…of capable mind! And yet I’m not; I’ve completely lost my mind”. He could smell the alcohol on the cloth as Vegeta prepared his treatment, only frowning a moment when the urge to have a drink to forget all his problems immediately came to mind. He wouldn’t be allowed to do that, they’d probably worry that he’d develop an obsessive habit, seeing as how he was a pretty obsessive person already. Closing his eyes a moment as Vegeta gave his cut a look, he flinched when Vegeta touched it, even if it was gentle, “Damnit…I don’t know! I was punched by a giant rocky fist…what do you think will happen after that…”

[GambolMuse]

"Just once in a while, not every time you wash. Just enough so your hair isn't super dirty. Doesn't your head itch when there's a ton of sand and other things in it?" Takeshi's own head was fair itchy right now, the grains and specks of dirt poking at his scalp. Soon as he was through with Shu he intended on washing his own hair, hence his urgency to get his brother's done. After thoroughly lathering the shampoo he rinsed it out, smiling approvingly at how clean Shu's hair looked now. It was awfully flat, as he was quick to point out, but only because it was clean and wet. "Once you dry off it'll poof back up, don't worry. Our hair doesn't change just because you wash it." It would probably even do the kid some good to really wash once in a while, he'd definitely feel cleaner then. Now that he was aware of Shu's being a walking bug nest they were going to have to wash their sheets too, or at the very least get a new one. Handing off a bar of soap Takeshi grabbed the shampoo and poured a bit onto his own head, stepping under the water as he began to lather and rinse it out. It felt nice to get clean, even if they hadn't exactly been dirty for all that long. Even so he could feel bits of random junk falling out as he scrubbed, making sure he thoroughly cleaned his entire nest of hair.

"Really...? Huh... That's weird," Takeshi commented, tilting his head back to let the dirty water fall down his back. "If our arm breaks or something the other one is still fine. So does that mean yours are connected even though they're different?" Weird, he couldn't imagine his arms being interconnected like that. How terribly inconvenient too, to have one go and the other become useless as well. What good was four arms then if only breaking one made two useless? As the last of the shampoo was cleaned out Takeshi frowned, not sure why T'charrl was asking them if everything was alright. "'Course everything is okay, why wouldn't it be?" Not a second after he'd asked that did he step on a bar of soap, having no clue that it was on the floor. Teetering slightly he then fell forward, smacking his forehead on the tiled walls and cracking one before subsequently dropping onto his backside. Eyes squeezed shut he covered the soon-to-be bump on his forehead, wincing and looking up in Shu's direction. "Ow ow ow... Don't drop the soap Shu!"

Vegeta didn't reply immediately, not wanting to say anything else that might make things sound worse than they really were. "Viral... You're not inherently a killer, at least not of good people. Your abilities had nothing to do with my parent's deaths, it was the Red Ribbon Army's interference that made it happen. Why would my father give you a power if it had a chance of killing him? It's not your fault that your abilities made you kill someone. Like it was with my parents, that Elite you killed wasn't because you intended on it. Instead of the RRA this time though it was the king, someone else did enough damage to you to make you do something you otherwise wouldn't. You can't blame yourself because someone forced your hand." He knew Viral well enough that even though he was certainly an aggressive person devouring something was far from the norm for him. In fact, as far as he could remember he didn't ever eat a person prior to that. And in most cases he did kill someone in combat, but often in ways that were actually quite quick and clean. Gruesome or unsightly deaths only happened at his hand when someone else was making the calls. "Your abilities were sent out of control by other people in both cases, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it, and we all know that. It's why no one blames you or thinks of you as a monster for it."

Being gentle as could be Vegeta went about cleaning the cut, wanting to make certain it was going to be easy for it to heal. The lesser the wound the faster it ought to mend, that was obvious. If this gash did in fact close up with Viral's healing abilities then they'd know for certain whether or not they were working again. Having cleaned the wound Vegeta grabbed a portion of gauze and medial tape, and after affixing the gauze over the wound he carefully applied the tape over it, giving some pressure to make it a snug fit. "Again, you're not in a right mind because of someone else. People did things to you that caused this, and it's nothing that's your fault. And you'll get it back in due time, we're working towards that, right?" Satisfied with his handiwork on the head wound the Saiyan turned his focus onto the arm. Minding not to move it too much he tore open the already tattered shirt, exposing the injured shoulder for him to inspect. "I've never been hit by a giant rocky fist. Next time I see a golem I'll get hit and let you know," he joked lightly, smiling as he gingerly prodded where the bone had been placed back with a fingertip. "So are the muscles pinched? Can you flex your fingers at all?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu couldn’t keep a hold of it, it slipping through his fingers and Shu struggling to dig his nails into the soap to get a grip on it. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to be doing with it, only that it was slipping everywhere because he and it was all wet. Squealing momentarily, the moment it fell on the floor he raised his hands to make a jump forward only for Takeshi to stand on the soap instead and immediately fall to the floor with a bang. Jumping up suddenly, Shu fell onto his backside as the soap smacked him in the forehead when he made one last grab for the soap. Feeling disorientated, he wiped at his forehead before actively chasing after the soap, “I just want to wash my tail! I want to wash the rest of my fur!” he squeaked, only to end up jumping on the soap and trying to rub against it instead.

T’charrl frowned a little, “Uhhh no, more the nerves hurt”, he spoke, hearing the thump not too long after Takeshi’s concerns. That sounded like it hurt, he could even feel the vibration through the floor when Takeshi’s head smacked down on the floor. That sounded like it hurt and even Shu sounded a little panicked over it with all sorts of noise to follow and a very strange accusation from Takeshi. Almost feeling the urge to look in and see what was happening, he slowly moved his claw over to the red button, feeling concerned before halting just before it was pressed, “Do you…need any help or should I not even look?”

Viral just couldn’t understand the argument against that fact, especially when he had been made using animals that have a natural killing instinct with abilities that were destructive. He had yet to find an ability that made him not look like he was out to kill, the others had abilities that didn’t make them killers, “I just want to know…just why do I exist? There’s always going to be a protector of Earth…and yet, I was still made as if on a bet”, he mumbled, finding the alcohol a little too strong for his eyes which were already bruised, “The whole experience with the King, the way they talked to me and pushed me to my limits…I felt like nothing more than a resource, an accessory. They wanted my strength and they dragged it out and used it, they wanted my genetic makeup for experimentation and they managed to do that successfully. I have fulfilled my duty to you by raising you…yet, how could that had been the intention…”

Feeling the discomfort from the gauze being wrapped around his head, he hoped it wasn’t going to squeeze his skull too much when it was pretty fragile there, then what was he supposed to do if he ended up brain damaged again. Grunting as it was tightened and taped up, he watched Vegeta before letting out a sigh, rolling his head away from facing him, “They may had done things to me…but who says I wouldn’t had eventually turned out that way by myself?” he spoke, only looking back when his shirt was torn open. In truth, he didn’t really want him touching his arm while he was awake. Staring at Vegeta, he growled when he poked at his joint, just wanting to slap him for touching there, “No! I can’t…” he snapped, only to sigh, “Everything was shoved in incorrectly then pulled out, then forced back in again…how might you think my muscles and nerves would be after that…”

[GambolMuse]

Takeshi gave his forehead a ginger rubbing, nursing at the small welt that had popped up since the little collision. Eying the soap accusingly for a moment he watched as Shu too fell down, landing on his backside though. Future notice, Shu and a bar of soap was a very dangerous combination, they'd use body wash from now on. Moving himself as his brother fidgeted around after the bar the Saiyan rolled his eyes in exasperation, stopping Shu from rubbing against the bar of soap like a cat. "Not how you do it, watch," Snagging the soap out from beneath Shu he went about rubbing it on himself, first his arms and then his chest. Each time he finished a spot he rinsed it off in the water, a fair layer of dirt coming with it. By the time he'd covered all of his exposed skin his tone was decidedly lighter, there had been more filth on him than he'd thought. Offering the bar over yet again Takeshi gave Shu a skeptical look, wary of what may happen next. "Just hold onto it and rub it in where there's dirt, and then wash it off. You don't need to juggle it, and you don't need to jump on it either." Or step on it, definitely not that. Sighing softly he then looked at the adjoining wall between their and T'charrl's stalls, flushing a faint pink. "No! No, everything is fine in here, honest!" Takeshi replied quickly, shaking his head. Putting a hand on the wall he pushed himself up to his feet, keeping a careful eye on Shu all the while. This shower was going to be the death of him, his brother had managed to turn soap into a weapon. "Just some trouble with the soap, that's all. If you finish before us there's towels in one of the lockers out there, and I guess there should be clothes too. Help yourself."

Thinking on Viral's question proved to be more difficult than he'd have liked. Vegeta really didn't have the answer, only guesses and speculations. Really the only person that knew the true answer to that would be his, or their father. "Everyone exists for something, even if you don't know what that something is..." he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess none of us know really why we're here, we've got to figure that out. And even if you did have a purpose originally who says it can't change?" In part Viral's issue was his inability to consider himself as anything more than a tool for others. Given his upbringing as more or less a babysitter and then a psuedo-parent Vegeta could understand why, he'd always had to do things that others wanted of him. No wonder then telling him to do his own thing left him so much in the dark and confused. "If you want a real answer we can always ask dad, whenever we talk to him again. Or Doctor Ikura might even have the answer when we see him. But really, the reason you exist should be your reason and yours alone. You're not an accessory, not someone else's tool. The brothers aren't that even though they were captured too, and neither is Yumi. You were made to do something, it can happen to anyone, and it doesn't mean you're limited by that either."

Securing the gauze and tape Vegeta moved on to examining the shoulder. Just from his tender touches he could definitely tell that the muscles were unusually taught, meaning there was strain on them. The only way unfortunately to fix this was going to be surgery, but at least it was simple surgery. Fairly invasive too if done right, and it would heal without a scar even. This meant putting Viral under for some time as Vegeta in good conscience had some great difficulty cutting into anyone awake. "You're right, dumb question, sorry. We'll have to operate on it, but it'd be a quick and easy surgery. I'd say you'll be fine come supper tonight if we do it right now, provided you're up for it." His blood would replenish on its own too, and that would solve the tunnel vision and lightheadedness. If by some miracle they finally got him to eat tonight his entire system should reboot and he would begin to heal in earnest. That was one hell of a milestone however, they'd have to reach that before the real recovery could begin. "Maybe you would have gotten there, maybe not..." Vegeta replied, shrugging again. "You can't know those kinds of things I guess. Considering both times it happened it was someone else's doing I doubt you would have though. It happened because of an instability, and think about it, do you really think dad would have made you unstable?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu had no idea how to hold soap at all, it was just too slippery and all he could do was try to subdue it on the ground to get all soapy like his brother wanted. Hoping he had it pinned down, he stopped when Takeshi told him off and snatched the soap right from under him. Sitting up again, he let the water run down on him as he watched Takeshi curiously, wondering how he was able to hold onto the soap without it flying all over the place, “Oooohhhh…but I wasn’t doing juggle…” he frowned, giving Takeshi a good staring at before he looked towards T’charrl’s stall. He hoped that T’charrl wasn’t getting any wrong ideas; he didn’t want him to think they were getting injured while washing up. Slowly scooting across the tiles, he shook his head a little before slowly taking the soap with his finger tips and trying to hold on. He didn’t know how he was supposed to keep a hold of it and use it to wash himself, but he could at least try. Slowly moving it towards himself, he pressed the soap up against his chest which just shot out of his grip and smacked him in the chin. Letting out a squeak, he shook his head quickly and looked around for the soap, “Ah! Slippy like frog! Can’t catch frog!”

T’charrl frowned a little, feeling a little curious to what was going on. He hoped they weren’t getting hurt or having any sort of trouble, that was the last thing they needed right now. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the controls of the shower and switched it off, giving himself a quick shake, “You know, it would be awkward if you hurt yourself in the shower”, he spoke, wiping down the loose water off his arms, “Because if you hurt yourself after leaving the ship and somebody noticed, then they’re going to ask about it”. Finding it pretty amusing, he looked around the cubicle before exiting, giving himself a quick shake again, “You know…that was pretty nice. I feel a lot better…”

Viral didn’t think much of his existence in his early years when he was raising Vegeta, he didn’t have the thought pattern for such a thing when he had a dedicated job and service; however, since those years were now over he had fulfilled his creator’s wishes and was left with essentially nothing. He had been created from what he could only assume was just to see if they could do it, they didn’t really give him much of a hint other than they created him after many failures. Looking to Vegeta, he didn’t have much of an answer either if anything at all for him. Frowning, he let out a sigh, “You know why you’re here, everyone who was born either knows or eventually figure out why they’re alive”, he grumbled, “I want to know why I was created and not just because they wanted to see if they could! It’s different for artificial beings; we’re created for a specific reason…and not knowing what that is, it’s even worse than being abandoned…creates evil intentions”.

Feeling a little put off by the thought of talking to his creator again, he narrowed his gaze before frowning at the mention of the Doctor, not knowing whether the news would be good or horribly bad. If it turned out he was created to be a weapon, then he was going to have to fulfil that duty if he was to ever feel whole again; however, if he was created to be a guardian of the Earth, then he was going to forever feel obsolete with so many resident super-beings with powers greater than his. He had all sorts of strange abilities, even ones he hadn’t unlocked yet, so it was going to end up being one or the other since he didn’t exactly grow flowers and help businesses flourish. Feeling like Vegeta was never going to understand what it was like, he looked away slightly as he went back to analysing his shoulder. Frowning at the thought of operating on him again, he turned to look back at him, “Do whatever you want; you’re the expert…” he grumbled hardly a stranger to having to go through surgery by now. Sighing lightly, he gave Vegeta a tired look, “He could have, considering I was the first success…don’t you think?” he spoke lightly, “A first time success can’t always be a complete success…and maybe you’re left to fix the faults that is me in my current state…”