"You [i]couldn't[/i] smell all of that?" Yumi repeated, giving Shu a look of disbelief before sighing. "Lucky you, my stupid nose was picking up everything. I could do without this sense of smell sometimes." Turns out there were an awful lot of unpleasant odors that went unnoticed by her before that now were clear as day. Like body odor, for instance. One thing she really loathed about Gobo was the man sweated profusely, and absolutely reeked as a result. Every time they were in the same room she felt she might retch just at the stench. "I won't tell him, and I doubt your brother or Vegeta will too. He'd be so sick if we told him how much he ate, don't you think?" He had barely gone through a single filet of fish on his own at dinner, and that was before engorging himself on more at Mizuna's taunts. If he knew he'd eaten half a dozen whole fish and a few steaks in a single sitting he would turn a veritable shade of green... And they'd probably see all the food make a second appearance. Definitely not in their best interest to tell him about it. 

Seeing as she spent more time in Viral's room than her own Yumi knew exactly where to go for his. It was a ways beyond the cafe and around the other side of the ship, but just barely. It was pretty much the same as any other room on board, though there were bits of medical supplies strewn throughout the room here and there, as well as clothes. A particular garment, one she had left there unknowingly, caught her eye like a sore thumb. Flushing a deep red she hastily stuck it under the pillow on the bed, remembering to get it later on. Laughing nervously she patted down the bed, making it look like she was making it before turning to grab the cleaver. It was rested alongside the desk in the room, laid up between it and the wall. Because of its sheer weight she lifted it with two hands, just to be safe that it didn't swing anywhere. Yumi debated on letting Shu carry it for a moment before thinking better, figuring the weapon was about half his size. If he could actually hold it then that would be fairly comical, seeing the little Saiyan with a giant blade. But that was neither here or there, they had to get back and hope this worked. "Can you think of anything else of his that might help? A shirt? Gloves?"