Viral did hope he’d end up getting there sooner rather than later just to go elsewhere again, maybe even run off before this guy could get anywhere near him. He wasn’t scared, but he was not going to let that man get too close to him if he could help it. The man was pretty unknown to him despite having worked on him, but his creation didn’t matter when it came to the now and not the past. He didn’t care if he had worked on creating him, he was not feeling good about seeing this man and he did not want to find help from him. He wasn’t paranoid; he just couldn’t be around others just now. Winding down the window a little bit, he took in a few breaths of fresh air before pressing his nose down again into his arm, just letting the wind brush his hair gently instead.

He wasn’t feeling too good and it wasn’t even a type of nausea, just a feeling of tension building up inside him. If he was feeling like this and he wasn’t even at the doctors then why did they think he would be able to withstand being there? It was just stupid and pointless, probably would only end up with him getting another panic attack and doing something stupid that he would regret forever doing. He didn’t want to care that much, but certain circumstances occurring all the time was making him feel nervous and very cautious about the future. If he was supposed to die then fine, but Yumi just wouldn’t let him without giving him grief about it. She was probably still mad at him for not thinking he could fight at their level anymore, but she was just mad because she couldn’t face the truth of the matter whether she liked it or not.

Staring out the window blankly, he grunted when Vegeta spoke to him again, briefly looking in his direction before resting on his arm again, grumbling away dismissively, “Hmph, the best…” He made it sound like he was getting fixed like a common house pet, just involving his mind rather than any other part of him. The doctor could look at him and decide that he required a memory wipe and Vegeta would be completely fine with it, at least it sounded like that from listening to him, “And what if I don’t want to talk at all? Or can’t talk at all? Who should dictate whether I should or shouldn’t? As if everything is easy to talk about, anyway…it’s not even worth listening to when it’s been heard all before”.