Man, Viral's nose must be awfully sensitive to be agitated by his scarf. Just out of curiosity Takeshi grabbed the cloth, bringing it up to his own nose and giving it a sniff, putting it back with a shrug. It didn't smell like much other than sweat to him, not the most pleasant of smells. Maybe the guy's own body odor had knocked him out or something? This whole business just had him awfully confused, the guy was going from angry to calm to angry again and then he passed out. Scratching at his head he watched as the Beastman finally began to twitch after a little while, gradually coming to. As Shu hid around him Takeshi jumped as well, only because his brother placed his cold hands on his bare back. Yelping faintly at the chill he got the older boy squirmed around in his spot, watching Viral all the while warily. Whatever had happened to him it had left the guy pretty groggy, he definitely wasn't going to be getting up and attacking them any time soon. Breathing a bit easier he sat down on his backside, crossing his legs and folding his arms over his chest, scrunching up slightly to stay warm. Meh, he really needed something to wear. Turning slightly to look at Shu he eyed his brother's shirt for a moment, smiling a little. "Hey buddy... Can I have your shirt? It might fit me and I'm kind of... Well, almost naked right now."

Yumi was doing her best to ignore the banter going on beside her, more concerned with Viral right now. He was really out of it, somewhat amusingly looking as though he'd just woken up from a hard night of drinking. Smiling sympathetically she moved closer, reaching out and rubbing his neck and back to help keep him calm. Poor guy, there was just no winning for him right now. He didn't appear to really know what the deal was with his scarf and cleaver either yet, a shame since they'd gone through the trouble of trying. Maybe a little encouragement on that end would help. "Don't you remember these? They're yours, you always have them with you." Yumi pointed out, reaching over and grabbing the scarf. "You always wear this wherever you go, and you've had it as long as I can remember. Doesn't this remind you of anything?" It had seemed painful before when they showed it to him, hopefully that had passed. If these didn't work then there was probably no other choice but to put him in a room until they got home. Looking at the scarf in her hands Yumi ran her fingers over the fabric, giving the garment a curious stare, "You know... I don't even know where this came from..."

"Mom made it for him." It had been a long, long time ago it seemed, but Vegeta avidly recalled it being from their mother. He was rather young when it had been given, but he could still remember the scene. Viral had actually smiled upon receiving it, and not that cynical smile they had gotten so used to. The Beastman had been genuinely happy upon getting the item, not caring at all how simplistic a gift it was in reality. Reaching over he accepted the garment from Yumi, looking at himself with a reminiscing smile. "She stitched it for you on Christmas, a long time ago. It was one of the few gifts you got, and probably the only one you still have. I know you barely remember her, but she treated you like a son, and so did dad. And I guess that means I ought to start treating you like a brother." Sighing softly the Saiyan looked at Viral, reaching out slowly and with gentle motions fastened the scarf around his neck. "So come on then, brother. If you're in there you've got to change back, you can't stay like this."