Just because you were a Saiyan didn't mean being hit by mundane things like clipboards didn't smart, especially when someone struck you on the shin. Stupid doctor, if he didn't want to be laughed at he shouldn't look so ridiculous! Nursing his leg briefly Takeshi looked over at Shu, making a face at the fact his brother was amused at his misery. For a cheerful little guy he was awfully evil, always giggling and having a good time at his expense. Smiling tightly the older boy reached out and tried to tweak Shu's nose, certainly not amused by it himself. "Maybe you should stop bouncing before you slip or something," he warned, folding his arms again, "Didn't I tell you to stop bouncing earlier anyways? You're going to give yourself brain damage hopping around all the time, you squirt." Sooner or later Shu was going to have to stop, it was just silly. Maybe if he wasn't so sour right now over being smacked right now Takeshi wouldn't care, but Renthal had made him all moody and he was a bit snippy at the moment.

Renthal had absolutely no knowledge of how space worked, or what traveling through it might be like. Hearing it from someone who had been with the Prince and likely on quite a few journeys of their own put the matter into perspective, enough so that the doctor could even draw some comparisons. "Oh? Some handful of soldiers who were getting ill, going between the cities constantly day in and day out. The pressure difference was making them nauseous and their bodies were having trouble, so I offered some on a whim to see if it would help. Honestly the medicine started as something to help strengthen their body against the pressure, but I guess it worked as sort of a steroid... With side effects..." He couldn't be wholly at fault for that, it was an experimental drug after all. Truth be told as well it was work he was doing with some of Garesh's research, approved by Her Majesty and General Yusef for possible medicinal applications. Obviously they couldn't follow the formula to a tee as it was far too potent, and seemed to have a tendency to make the individual go berserk, but T'charrl wouldn't worry about that with such a low dosage. Seeing and hearing the uncertainty from the Prince, Renthal huffed and shook his head testily, "Never mind boy, it would be a shame to get you ill too. We'll just have to wait this out!"

"It is too a big deal. If it was nothing then you'd have no problem sharing it with me, or am I wrong?" Yumi asked, placing her hands on her hips sternly, "It's because something is wrong and you know it that you don't want to talk. Come on Viral, I might not be as smart as Vegeta but even I can tell something's eating at you." She wasn't being unreasonable in asking for an explanation here, especially not after being tackled like that. You didn't just randomly tackle someone unless you were Shu, it was normal for him to be weird like that. Raising an eyebrow as she awaited an answer the explanation she finally received was scarcely satisfying, if anything it was downright useless. Sighing to herself Yumi frowned, holding up a finger in Viral's face as she tapped a foot rhythmically. "Why did you pounce? There has to be a reason that you pounced. You don't usually do it just because, you're not random like Shu is. Were you having another one of those moments like before? I know it's not easy to talk about Viral, but we can't just ignore it when it happens. Unless you want to talk to Vegeta instead of me?"