Shu could remember everything from his past that mattered, mainly his family and playing. The environment was a plus too, but if he had to put it into one of those categories it would be under playing. The world was just one big playing field for him and he loved it, even those big stony jungles Takeshi seemed awfully fond of. The ship was one big playing field too, but it was a little more dangerous when there were buttons that could do something he didn’t want to happen and probably get into trouble for touching something. With his tail waving around, he stared at Takeshi curiously to see what he was going to tell him, hoping it was a good idea to ask him. Smiling when he decided to share, he slowly shuffled across the floor towards him, his legs crossed, “Ooooh? Really?” he tilted his head, giving him a smile, “Do you really mean me…? Ooh, ooh, ooh…” Smiling away, he moved closer to him, staring up at him, “Does that mean I’m super cheesy? You and friends make my life the best too; super cheesy! People like me and that’s such a strange thing for me too! Maybe once we see mother, she’ll like us too…”

T’charrl felt so strange and this pain just felt even stranger as if he was being squeezed, this change definitely feeling like one of these ‘metamorphosis’ things he was warned about. He was going to take a new form because he had increased in strength, but before he could tell whether he could use this power to change back into his normal self he didn’t know yet. This form he had now wouldn’t be lost, he knew what it was for and why he took it in the first place after transforming back from his monstrous form, but he still wanted to get closer to being able to return to his normal form. He was craving power so much as if he was starving and he couldn’t control his craving anymore, leading to this moment. With his insides making all sorts of nasty noises and his body creaking, he stared at Haku upon his refusal to leave, smirking slightly, “Really…? This isn’t-…this isn’t like…last…time…” he gasped, his body shaking.

T’charrl’s problem was because it was all a mutation given to him by the spirit it was not going to feel natural, leading him to envy his ancestors who were gifted with this power; all he knew was he was going to be a great leader and protector mastering all these abilities, but first he needed to experience them. With everything becoming too painful to bare, he slowly moved his arms as they appeared to be shrinking in length but was instead making up for it by thickening. It was the same with his body; he was becoming shorter than his tall form but his body was filling out with increasing mass. His body was becoming heavier with each straining moment, his legs soon struggling to hold his increasing frame before with a loud crack his old hardened skin split open as his upper body widened with increasing mass and a large mane of fur. As his old skin from where it split crumbled as his body became more muscular, his legs collapsed and even his arms were having trouble holding the frame up, at least until his lower arms bulged out with layers of muscle and a mass of fur, lengthening until they were used to hold up his frame. His upper arms instead began to point to the sky against his will, T’charrl’s pained eyes looking up at them before the shoulders of them exploded with muscle, and without warning large bony growths forced their way out around the orbs and formed into long sharp points, his hands underneath straining in pain. 

Looking distressed, T’charrl looked like he was struggling to move right up until his bent legs forced his body up with enlarging muscles, his legs moving further apart from each other as his lower abdomen swelled up with spikes forcing their way out at the end. This was a whole new transformation and he was in constant pain, his shortened yet muscular legs shaking as if in pain and fear over what he was becoming. A he pulled his head forward, he looked like he was struggling to keep his mind as his mouth widened all the way up to his cheeks, his face becoming covered in fur as his hair grew out wild and long, his antennae increasing in length all the way down his back. Gasping in pain, the strange Kaesstrian fell forward, his wings breaking out of his widened collarbone in a cloak-like shape. While he was shorter than what he used to be, he was wide and muscular with his upper arms resting on the long large spines that now stuck out of his forearms, sheathing away and allowing his hands to drop to the ground. His orbs swirled with a strange purple energy in amongst the blue, his cravings for power trying to force corruption into him. His large claws for feet scratched into the floor, his eyes wide and struggling to subdue it, “…I…c-c-c-ontrol…mysssselffff…!” he hissed, actually speaking in the universal language since his scouter had fallen onto the powder that was his old skin, “Help! Wordssss…pleassssse…”

Viral was very disorientated and a little mentally pounded, his awareness for anything was definitely gone and he was left trying to think basic thoughts. His stomach was definitely suffering, his muscles straining in the tried to overcome being winded. Nothing had happened during that entire session much to his disappointment, shifting up a little as he decided he had enough of that. Vegeta did not fight with honour, he lied to him with kind words and that really hurt. Slowly moving into an easier position, he slowly pushed himself up and gradually managed to get back to his feet, his hand on his stomach and his eyes closed in pain. He probably would had been knocked unconscious if he wasn’t strong enough to withstand that, much to his disappointment when it would had meant less pain. Letting out a groan, he slowly moved towards the shifted tables, “…Don’t insult me…” he mumbled, slowly beginning to move a table. He felt pretty terrible, not only with pain but he felt light-headed, his ears ringing with a high-pitched screech sounding every so often.