Viral didn’t like humans all over again since returning to Earth, remembering why he didn’t like them before and even after seeing the many different races just in the tiniest fraction of the galaxy, he still wasn’t happy to see the humans again. Everything he had absorbed throughout the years had made him very bitter towards humans and he wasn’t exactly able to let that go all that easily. Looking to Yumi, he narrowed his gaze before looking elsewhere, “Hmph, oh yeah…the few sparkles in the mud…” he muttered, not looking entirely convinced by that. He hadn’t exactly met many humans who were kind and working for others for nothing in return, their fear over the unknown giving them a fairly bad light too. Maybe if they weren’t always so scared, hateful or paranoid over something new the human race would have been in space by now.

Despite Yumi’s attempt at guilt-tripping him, he stood confident with little regards to her attempts before his gaze went to Vegeta, grunting, “Tch, are you sure about that…” he muttered, turning away and leaning against the wall. Anybody could be listening to his conversations and trying to use information against him, it was impossible for there to not be anyone willing to indulge themselves in information and end up using it against him. He was definitely right to be paranoid over something like that. He didn’t even know why he had come to see this doctor or agree to doing so in the first place; he hadn’t seen the man in years and when he did he couldn’t remember when that was, so how exactly was he supposed to talk to him when he didn’t want to be listened to by strangers.

He was feeling pretty lost to what he was supposed to do and how to feel, his mind not coping very well with what he was going to have to go through and why he had to talk to this man. There was a lot of stress building up on him and he wasn’t able to express any of it as if a big mental block was crushing his mind. He didn’t want to do this; he wouldn’t even be able to talk to the man most likely. Keeping his head low, he tried to keep his nerves in check before a sudden noise alerted him, causing him to jump a little. Spinning around quickly, he backed off a little as he stared down the corridor, spying a man who had apparently fallen down. Letting out a grumble, he backed against the wall again, frowning.

It seemed this was the doctor he was supposed to see; strange, hospital floors weren’t supposed to be slippery. Staring at him as he got closed, sure enough he introduced himself without giving his name and instead talking to them all as if he was a friend. Looking between them all quickly, he backed off a little when the man approached him too, his eyes going straight to the man’s hand as he touched his shoulder. Feeling a little out of his comfort zone, he moved away into the room but away from the others, not exactly confident about this; sure, the man knew him, but it wasn’t as if he could too. Looking to Vegeta quickly, he was soon made to take his attention towards the man instead, frowning at his question. He didn’t want to answer something like that, he felt too embarrassed to not to mention it was humiliating enough to have such a problem, “…It’s nothing! It’s no big deal; they made me come here…they have the problem!”