"Last time I just "put food in your mouth" you looked like you were going to pass out," Takeshi retorted, referring of course to the wasabi. "But hey, if you're willing to give me another shot then I won't mess it up!" Or he would try not to, him cooking this way was like Shu trying to fly a few days ago, it was iffy at best. The spices he used, he knew they were tasty and figured they would go well on steak, so that was a safe bet. Fruit was good with things so that shouldn't really mess anything up. His biggest concern in that case would be whether or not he burned it to a crisp. Hm, probably best to more or less stare at it while it cooked just to be safe. "Yeah, it'll make the food really hot. It cooks a lot quicker than the fire, and it won't be pink in some places and black in others too, which I guess is nice." Though cooking over fire usually gave the meats a nice yummy, smoky flavor that an oven wouldn't. "I don't know why, I figured I'd take a shot in the dark and ask," Takeshi added, shrugging his shoulders before smiling at Shu. "Maybe we should try learning how to cook at some point. You know, just so we don't have to rely on others for it."

Alright, so that theory proved correct then. Giving Viral meat really brought out his more feral side and he lost more control when faced with a potential meal, noted. Unless he started complaining about being hungry then Vegeta would hold off on feeding him further. With the gusto that the Beastman devoured his food you'd almost think he was starving or something, it must take a lot to change into this form. Things took a turn for the interesting when the Beastman decided to get up on his hind legs and growled at the Saiyan. For a moment Vegeta though he might have to try and restrain his friend, no easy feat considering the sheer size of him right now. In almost a comical fashion he proceeded to knock over the chair he had been sitting in, the surprise of the event looking to rouse him from his little moment. Biting back a small laugh Vegeta folded his hands behind his back, smiling faintly all the while. "Food makes it harder for you to resist your urges, so we'll keep that away from you for the moment. You also seem to be just the slightest bit awkward with your own body. No surprises there though, this is only your second time changing after all. Now... How confident are you about leaving this room? The medical bay is far too controlled a space I think, we have to really put this to the test."

Haku supposed having his shirt eaten was the least of his worries, he was going to be rid of it either way. Though standing here now in just trousers and boots before a massive alien he did feel fair vulnerable. He couldn't help but worry that T'charrl might want more, the problem being what more could the Saiyan give before he himself became the snack? Only after robbing him of his shirt, and partially his dignity was Haku left alone as the alien collapsed on his front dismally. He didn't seem very happy about what he had just done, he couldn't blame the alien. He'd probably be pretty upset too if he ate someone's shirt. There was the whole changing into this odd creature too, that probably played a part of it. "So uh... Feel better...?" he asked, shifting uneasily before rubbing at his neck awkwardly. "Er... Dumb question... Am I done feeding you at least?"