Viral couldn’t have much faith in Vegeta when it seemed he was going to be selective with what he wanted to do with him, usually involving check-ups or experiments. There wasn’t many times when Vegeta just wanted to talk to him or do something other than medical stuff with him. There was little Vegeta wanted to do with him that didn’t involve science and that made him pretty frustrated. Yumi was the only one who wanted to do anything normal with him while he was like this and that probably caused him the most frustration. Coming up to the ship only made him a little depressed knowing he may have to rest up because of some stupid mistake that left him incapacitated. “Anything’s better than being locked up again…” As Yumi descended he watched the ground carefully, feeling relieved once his feet were finally on the ground even with his leg feeling particularly sore. He just needed to get it corrected was all, among having other problems sorted too. “That’s backpedalling on the agreement...I don’t want him knowing something went wrong! He can find out for himself later. I don’t need to continue to be his little experiment if I don’t want to be”.

Choi saw no reason why he shouldn’t question what Vegeta was thinking when he decided to never talk to the others. As far as Choi was concerned they were all in this together and even if Vegeta had quite a workload he could at least try to talk to them once in a while instead of being stuck in the most awkward place possible. He didn’t care that he could be found in his lab; it wasn’t as if people always had the confidence to go down there, after all. “The lab? Nobody wants to go in there incase you get all pissed off over being disturbed”, Choi spoke, shaking his head, “You would probably say you’re busy, anyway. Do you even eat? I see the Commander, ehh Viral, more than you and he hates company! Especially after those Narbu messed him up”.

Kai didn’t mind Choi and Vegeta talking so long as one of them didn’t start shouting; if one did then he might as well give one of them a slap. Vegeta should at least try and act like the more mature one, especially when he accepted their invitation in an attempt to socialise. If Vegeta decided to leave then Choi would win automatically. He doubted Vegeta wanted that but he wasn’t exactly being mature about this argument either. Looking to the pair for a second he slowly shifted his seat around, looking at the menu Kabocha had. “Hmm man, they sure do love fruit on this planet”, he sighed, scratching his cheek, “Not that I’m complaining. Sweet food is quite the luxury on some planets. Finally some steak that isn’t cooked by me, though. You know how sick you can get of food when you’re surrounded by it all the time? Even when you’re hungry, you make you wish you weren’t because you know it will taste bland”.

Shu was giving T’charrl plenty of space, hoping it would make him feel more comfortable if he did try to transform back to his former self. He should be able to now that he could physically see himself, even if it was a much better version of what Takeshi tried before. Taking the painting he slowly pulled it towards himself, staring down at it curiously before taking his eyes up to T’charrl. His friend appeared to be trying to change back once more, the energy glowing inbetween his paws. Smiling happily when he started to glow he ended up having to cover his eyes, squeaking in surprise before giving them a good rub. Not exactly sure what was happening he looked up again, but son his eyes went downwards when he realised T’charrl was down there, his body so much smaller than he had been. He was back to normal again, but he didn’t look very good. “Ah! Friend!” Crawling over to him he looked over him, frowning at how dizzy his friend appeared to be, “It’s okay, Friend! Friend Shu is here for Friend T’charrl”.

T’charrl didn’t have the energy to pick himself up after that, especially with this being a first time. He never had done such a thing like that in his life simply because he had no reason to, his largest form not being the same as doing that. Everything around him had gone quiet with some mumblings going on, but other than that it was taking a moment to come together. With eyes barely open he stared outwards, looking a little dead if it wasn’t for his slight movements. As the world slowly came back together he felt particularly numb all over, his chest recovering first as he realised how sore it was to fall over like that. As the cold liquid touched his body he gasped a little, closing his eyes tight before he groaned, his eyes opening slowly once more. “…I…feel so weird…” he spoke lowly, looking to the figures, “Home…? Oh, where’s my arms…”