"Sweet and spicy it is then! That shouldn't be too hard." Fruit and... Well what was spicy? Cayenne was spicy, so was chili powder. Maybe a little bit of both mixed with some fruit? Yeah, that would go nicely on some of these steaks. And the fish... Maybe a bit of oranges and something hot... "There's nothing to this cooking stuff, I've done it once and I'm already a pro!" Takeshi grinned as he unwrapped several of the meats, grabbing a pan and some foil before preparing the dish for the foods. Not having any idea how much spice to put on each slice he shook a fair amount on each, setting the small containers aside afterwards. Last thing they would need was the fruit, he should probably slice that up and put it on top. In the drawer then he found a sharp knife, and in the cabinet below a cutting board. "Want anything else? I'm on fire right now, I can make anything we want." he mused, setting the sliced fruits on top of the seasoned meats. Now came the puzzling part, the oven. Hm... How high should he make the heat? "Three hundred and fifty... Sounds good to me!" he said with a smile, turning it up before placing the dishes inside. "Now how long do they usually cook for...?"

Viral was certainly struggling, but it wasn't a moot effort. He was retaining control and if they fought a bit more he could assert it even better. "I don't doubt you feel strange. I'd feel off too if my entire being just changed in a matter of moments," Vegeta retorted with a small smirk. Backing off slightly to give the Beastman some room he grabbed another steak, slowly searing it in the palm of his hand. "You're doing well though, much better than the last time we saw you like this. If you can improve in a week's time with minimal effort then mastering this should be an easy feat." Placing the steak then on the ground before his friend Vegeta looked down at his sticky hands, frowning as he looked around for a sink to use to wash. There wasn't much, but a small sanitation station would do the trick. Running his hands through the hot water he glanced over his shoulder when addressed, hefting his shoulders in a shrug. "You can apparently think straight if we're conversing, it's just difficult. As for whether that is control or not, yes, yes it is. You're resisting the urges this form brings forth, and in doing so you're mastering it. Try to suppress what you're feeling, that's the entire goal oft this, to make sure you remain in control."

With his back against the wall and two massive trunk like arms at either side Haku was pretty much stuck. This was hardly pleasant, in fact he was almost certain he was about to ruin his new pair of trousers if this kept up. That tongue was really unsettling, the way it swished about and tried to lick him. Much as he pressed against the wall to try and get away in reality he wasn't helping himself any. His eyes caught one of T'charrl's arms as he lifted it into the air, gasping audibly before squeezing his eyes shut, expecting the pain of a gash on his torso. Instead when all he heard was the tearing of fabric the Saiyan opened his eyes nervously, baffled as to what happened. It wasn't until he noticed the cool air on his torso that he thought to look down, astonished to find his shirt missing. Spotting then a strand of the fabric hanging out of T'charrl's mouth Haku stared like a deer in the headlights, sinking slowly to his backside against the wall. "Y-You just wanted m-my shirt...?" he asked, drooping his head with a sigh. "Unbelievable... Y-You could have just a-asked..."