Shu didn’t mind putting the talk about their mother on hold, but he was willing to talk about it more with Takeshi if he so felt like it. He just couldn’t explain it, he just didn’t get the same instinct that Takeshi did or desires to have one, but that was probably because he wasn’t used to having the thought of a parent in his life at any point. Right now his mind was on the thought of eating food, something he could find enjoyment in no matter what his situation was. Bouncing around Takeshi, he smiled up at him, “You know…prey! Like meat!” he squeaked happily, giving Takeshi a poke in the side, “Yeah fruit too! Mix fruit and meat?? Oooh! Maybe! That sounds exciting!” Bread wasn’t something he often liked, probably because whenever he ate it he got the hiccups, but he would still eat it with Takeshi and enjoy it with him. Giving him a smile, he looked back to the corridor, tilting his head a little at the sight of someone up ahead.

Choi hoped Yumi might be excited to learn this technique, however common it was for a pair of Saiyans to learn it and many other species capable of Ki control. It was often Saiyans who were in groups all the time that used it, so of course Choi and Kai used it to communicate with each other and to make fun of Kabocha from behind his back. Nodding quickly, he pointed to his head, “Yes! Anybody who has great Ki control can learn it and it’s super-useful too”. Smiling at her, he gasped a little when she pulled him close to her, staring down at her and raising his hands up, “Uhh no! Not about you, at least! I mean…it’s only me and Kai mostly and we use it mainly in battle…but then again, our telepathy between ourselves is miles stronger than a single being’s…we’ve been capable of using it since we were able to talk”. Giving her a smile, he put his hand on hers and tried to pull away from her grip, “Besides, after I teach you I can teach you how to explode something with it…just not their brains or anything like that, but like invisible Ki…”

T’charrl was trying hard to not scare the kid, especially when he was his last hope to get some food before he had to squeeze out into the corridor and get it himself, or at the very least hope someone would find him trying to get out of the door itself. Finding it difficult to not show off a fierce face, he kept his head covered, “F-Food…y-yesss! Please!” he spoke, finding his words easier to connect even if he was in constant instability. Looking up over his claws a little, he watched as the kid ran to the door and immediately closed it, shouting through it in reassurance. He just had to keep telling himself that he won’t try to eat the kid when he came back, especially considering he tried to attack his mother. If sweet food was brought back to him then he would go straight for that anyway. 

Slowly moving his claws away, T’charrl thought he had a moment where his mutation calmed down, but just as he tried to sit up there was a deep rumble that reverberated up his throat before exiting in a horrid snarl, his teeth showing off how long and sharp they were becoming as a mass of drool exited his mouth. The hunger was starting, his mind only questioning why the spirit allowed this to happen to which his thoughts were answered almost immediately. As his body began to expand with muscle again and the floor was slowly becoming farther away as his abdomen extended, he could only curse himself for absorbing the General’s energy and not expelling it before it could do this to his body.

Viral was definitely not having as much fun as Vegeta was and did wish the change would happen quicker than it was, but curse him and his determination to keep his mind together considering this was only his second time utilising this form. He was having a hard enough time keeping on the chair, especially when he had giant paws for hands with thumbs that had moved too far away from his thick stumpy fingers to allow him to hold onto it. Vegeta looked like he was having a field day with this one, trying to hit him with all sorts of extended terms for what he was experiencing. With large paws scraping off the floor, he didn’t expect Vegeta to try and make a break for the kitchen just because he was afraid he might eat him. Letting out a groan, he shook his head in disbelief before suddenly gasping as his legs jolted when Vegeta came back into the room, “God damnit! I’m trying to sit tight!” he shouted as his legs and feet decided now was a good time to change in shape, making it awfully difficult to sit on the chair before falling off.

Letting out a growl, he waved the drooping wires away from his face as he slowly stood up on his newly changed legs, taking deep breaths to try and keep his mind together, “I want…to smack you so hard across the face!” he groaned, his paw going to his head, “I don’t…want to lose the ability to talk…” He knew he shouldn’t be so hard on himself, but this was very stressful. His clothes were already feeling tight and tearing, already making him feel uncomfortable to be stared at. Turning back to Vegeta, he went to move towards him but had his head stopped by the wires still connected to him. He was feeling very flustered right now and confused, his mind switching between two states. Staring at his paws, he let out a groan as he tried to keep his mind together, “…Have you…at least thought about why this is…happening to me…?”