T’charrl felt like he had accomplished something with the girl and had managed to successfully interact with a child that was probably of the same speech pattern as he was. He’ll have speech down soon enough, he’ll know how to talk to people and finally be able to interact with them with little problem; however, first he needed practice and to find that practice he either needed Vegeta or a child, it seemed. Not too fussed with trying to learn as much as he could be right now, his attention was quick to go onto the sweets that were being dished out to everyone in the form of something soft-looking. He could smell the sugar in it which definitely made him excited for it. Upon eating it he was taken into a moment of thought as memories of his home came to him, even if he hadn’t been away that long from it.

Shu had never had cake before so this was a whole new experience for him, his lack of understanding to how he was supposed to eat it made him look pretty awkward eating it but he was definitely enjoying himself. Any bit he dropped he would soon pick up and eat again with little disregard to where it dropped. He didn’t understand why Takeshi was taking his time eating the cake, especially when it seemed perfectly tasty to eat so he thought he would enjoy it as much as he was enjoying his food. He had never eaten cake before so he did wonder why he hadn’t been given any throughout the time he was with Takeshi, but he wouldn’t hold that against him anytime soon. Feeling pretty satisfied, he ended up as one of the people who had two slices of cake and was quick to wonder if he’ll ever get some more, “Takeshiiiii I’d really like some more again sometime, I really liked it…” he spoke, almost pouting, “It was yummy and tasty! Cake all yummy! It was so good. When you think I am able to have more…? For my birthday? How is this made…?”

Viral didn’t mind sweet food and marble cake was probably the best for him when he was trying to get into eating again. Despite having had some of the food earlier, he didn’t feel unsettled enough to not try the cake that had been made especially for him. After the cake there was the gifts and some of them had been more surprising than curious as to why they had been chosen to be given to him in the first place. It would probably be a bad idea if he was to ever get into boxing considering all his strength was in his arms so he’d decimate everyone who went up against him. With all these gifts being interesting and curious to him, he gave thanks for the sweets before moving onto the next gift, seeing Yumi quite willing to get hers in after probably getting all excited to give it to him. Giving her a quick look, he took the box from her and opened it up, finding the set of familiar clothes within, “How did you get these?” he asked her, pulling them out and looking at them curiously before he quickly received a hug from her. Freezing for a moment, he looked towards her before down at the clothes again. It felt so odd receiving clothes he often wore as a gift rather than giving it to him as a uniform, “…Thank you. Hopefully I don’t destroy them as much as I destroyed my last set…” It was hard to show how grateful he was over receiving clothes he had previously worn, but with Yumi being as happy as she was that’s all that was needed.

The cake had been okay, though Takeshi barely finished his single piece. Shu was munching away at his second once presents were announced, the little guy could probably eat the entire thing if he was allowed to. Throwing out the disposable plate and utensils he'd used the Saiyan turned to watch Viral open his gifts, smiling faintly as he watched on. The Beastman seemed to be enjoying himself, or at the very least not hating the party. Good, maybe he'd be happy later on, which considering his gift and request Takeshi sure hoped the guy would be. "We'll get you cake another time, okay?" he replied, not looking at Shu initially. When he glanced over and saw the pout he groaned inwardly, placing a hand on his face and sighing. "Don't pout like that... Sheesh, how am i supposed to say no to my little brother like that?" Chuckling Takeshi nodded his head, reaching over and ruffling his sibling's hair. "I'll get one made for your birthday, when we get back again. I'll get you whatever kind of cake you want." Their party would be much smaller, if it could be helped. Really it would be fine by him if it were just himself and Shu, though the latter probably wanted their friends in attendance as well. "No clue how to make one really. I'd just buy a cake," he added, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.

Yumi waited with baited breath after she handed her gift over, nervous that Viral may somehow dislike the gift. Giving him a hug she nodded as an urge for him to open up the box, smiling hopefully. When he finally did open them and he asked she was more than ready to explain, she was quite excited. "Well... I had no idea what to get you, so I figured some clothes. But you don't wear a lot, and I decided it would have to be something you'd use often. I saw a picture of us and that outfit and remembered how much you liked it, and how it was ruined. So... I shopped around a bit and managed to pick up pieces that are nearly identical to the original!" The first had been custom made, and these would have been too had they more than a day to plan in advance. Ah well, he liked them, so that was a plus! With a playful wink she folded her hands behind her back, shifting her weight on her feet idly. "You're very welcome Viral. I hope not, but we can always get them fixed if they do get ripped. I'm just glad you like them." Heh, and to think she had managed to slip all of those in the bags they had been lugging around yesterday. She'd bought a piece here and there to keep the Beastman from noticing, and apparently it had worked.

There were still a few presents left, and now Ikura was going to have his turn at it. Grabbing his own gift from the stack he stood before Viral, looking at the Beastman quite happily as he offered over the box. "It's rather simplistic, I'll admit, but I hope you can get some use out of it," he said kindly. Like Yumi he had to rush order this item, and there had just by chance been someone in the city who sold it. Inside the container Viral would find a small, coarse rock, oils and cloths and a voucher. "That's to repair and sharpen your cleaver with, if you ever need," the doctor explained, referring to the first few items. "The latter is for a blacksmith that can help refine your blade even further. Admittedly it's not the highest quality, I'm surprised it's lasted as long as it has. Bringing it to someone to get it tempered and refitted could do wonders for you." Now it was his turn to hug the Beastman, doing so casually and with no trepidation. Releasing Viral from his grip Ikura chuckled, ruffling his hair once more with a kind look. "I'm so proud of how you've turned out, Viral. You've exceeded both mine and Aito's dreams as a man, and I know you'll only go up from here."

Shu continued to give Takeshi a good staring at, a big frown on his face before he tilted his head, keeping his eyes on Takeshi, “I’m not pouting…what is pouting? I wouldn’t do that”, he spoke before giggling when Takeshi ruffled his hair up. Waving his hands around quickly to get Takeshi away, he looked up and smiled at him again, slowly scooting over closer on his chair as he stared up at him, “Really…? I’d like that very much! My bornday will be great! Umm, I mean birthday”. He was trying with Takeshi’s language, but there were some things he forgot easily and that did make him feel a little behind the times with his way of speaking. He did want to fit in despite how odd and different he looked compared to his brother. Shu didn’t know what kind of cake he’d want, he only had that one cake and it was delicious so he wouldn’t mind trying some other types of cake, “Buy a cake…? Maybe Miss Yumi knows? When is your birthday…?”

Viral gave Yumi a pretty strong stare, as if a little insulted by what she said and wanted her to rephrase it. Making it sound as if he wore very little was probably not the best wording, but he’d forgive her for that. Pulling the clothes towards himself before placing them to the side, he patted them down gently, “That would be handy; I’m sick of wearing generic Saiyan gear and worn down clothes…” he muttered before looking back up at her, giving her a nod, “This is very kind of you; now, here’s hoping I can hold onto it just as well”. He was a little worried about abruptly changing and wrecking his clothes or getting them ripped during battle, especially when people had a habit of stabbing and slashing him with nasty weapons.

Viral would have to put the clothes to the side along with the rest of his gifts aside as he still had to get through the few that were left. By the looks of it, it was Ikura’s turn to give a gift over and was immediately putting it down the moment he handed it over. He didn’t care if it was simplistic, it was still a gift for him and he never got anything until today. Opening it up, he stared at the contents for a second before lifting up the rock and an oil bottle from the contents. He knew what they were when he put them all together, but he didn’t know what the voucher was for. Reading the name on the voucher, he gasped a little when Ikura gave him a hug, looking to him when he pulled away before receiving a ruffling to his hair. Placing down the items and fixing his hair, he narrowed his gaze before frowning a little, letting out a sigh as he turned back to his gift, “It’s just a question of what direction upwards I’ll be going, huh”, he spoke calmly, closing the box and placing it to the side carefully, “Thank you. My weapon has been looking pretty pitiful lately, especially after all the…uhh, battling”.

"It's like frowning, but it's sadder. Eh... Just please don't do it." There was always going to be that innate soft spot for Shu that was going to make Takeshi give into his brother. It was nice giving him what he wanted, but it became all the more important when the little guy was upset. Really it was just easier to give him what he wanted rather than have to deal with him being upset. Smirking as his hand was swatted away Takeshi turned his focus back onto Viral, watching as he and Yumi talked over his clothes. From here he couldn't really hear what they were discussing exactly or see what was in there, but Yumi was awfully happy about it. Shu's party wouldn't be quite this good, he mused, but they'd make it work. Though if Vegeta was going to be in attendance maybe they could borrow a little money, or a lot. "Yumi probably does know something, you can ask her. She can probably even show you how to make one." Girls liked baking after all, right? Scratching at his nose he gave a passive 'Huh', looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I... Don't know when my birthday is. Never celebrated it before."

Ikura smiled warmly as Yumi moved on, taking his turn to present a gift. It wasn't perhaps as sentimental or precious as a recreation of an old outfit, but handy nonetheless. Handing over his own gift the doctor watched as the Beastman looked through the contents, taking a turn as well to give him a hug. Pulling away with a chuckle he folded his hands behind his back, giving a shake of his head. "It'll be positive, knowing you. I can already say I can see improvements, and it'll only continue from here. You will get better, I know it." How much of a hand he'd actually have in that he couldn't say, it could be significant or minor. So long as Viral was happy again he didn't mind being only a small part of that happiness, all that mattered was he got there. Nodding his head Ikura smiled again, "It was my pleasure, Viral. And I suppose it's a good thing I thought of that, hm?" Well, admittedly he'd gotten the idea from Vegeta who was looking after the weapon, he had something else in mind for a gift. Seeing the use out of this however he was plenty pleased with the decision, he knew a good weapon could well save Viral's life someday.

Now that Yumi and Ikura had given their gifts over, and Vegeta wasn't ready for his, it fell to Takeshi and Shu. Or mostly the former, Shu hadn't known about all of this until the last minute, probably wouldn't have known what to get anyways. Takeshi was scarcely confident in his own selection, it being kind of a whim purchase and shot in the dark as far as presents went. Getting up from his chair he grinned nervously, going to the pile and grabbing up his crudely wrapped gift. Handing it over he rubbed at his neck, looking away embarrassed. "So uh... There's what Shu and I got you. Hope you like it." To him it was a pretty light package, but inside were a set of training weights, moderately hefty at that. Roshi had happened to have them at his home and after some polishing up they looked like new. Used, but in good condition, hopefully Viral didn't mind. They could help him train after all, he liked to do that right? "Also... I do kind of have a request for you. I know it's your birthday and all, but I just figured I'd ask again... Uh..." Takeshi paused, looking back at Viral again with a light blush. "Teach me how to use my sword? Please...?"

Shu thought it might be pretty nice to have a little celebration for himself since he was still alive and kicking too, finding it pretty pleasant that there was such a thing to celebrate. If Viral could have one then they all could have one, but he didn’t know when they all should be celebrated or what. He would be fine with just his friends to feel happy around when it came to his age, especially when he wasn’t entirely sure to what his age was or what his day of birth was; he didn’t even know how to count a year, but it still made him curious. If birthdays were anything like this one, he would be quite happy to receive presents from others so long as it wasn’t forced. He did like receiving gifts, but he wanted to be able to give back eventually too. Tilting his head a little, he bounced happily on his chair, “Ooh! No know? But I thought you knew how to count days…” he spoke, giving it a think over before smiling again, “Maybe you could choose? You know how to count, but you do! You could choose yours easily!”

Viral didn’t know what to think of this, feeling as if he should be showing a little more appreciation for what he was being given. It was all just too strange for him still and showing appreciation for free things was proving difficult, especially when he hadn’t done anything to earn them. Shifting in his seat a little, he looked to Ikura before slowly down at the gifts again, “Indeed, now all I need to know is how you made my weapon, but probably another time”. He didn’t want to talk about personal stuff around all these people and it was bad enough that this was all probably because he had been having it hard adjusting. With there being older people and a kid around, he wasn’t really willing to pull out his weapon and show it off while sparking up questions about it. He knew his weapon was connected to him, he could feel it in his gut, but he was willing to hold off on the questions until he was alone.

With Ikura all done and still a few to go apparently, Viral was soon forced to shift himself into Takeshi’s direction rather than Vegeta who decided to present his gift as well. He didn’t think Takeshi had anything for him, not like he had been expecting anything at all today, but it was still a surprise. Watching him curiously, he directed himself down to the wrapped gift and pulled at it gently, “Thanks…you sure Shu had anything to do with it?” he asked him, seeing as how the kid was as clueless to the surprise party as he was. Pulling at the wrapping and flicking it lightly, he looked inside at the training weights, finding them pretty curious before his eyes went back to Takeshi, “Weights, huh? Are you calling me weak?” Smirking at Takeshi in amusement over his own joke, it faded as quickly as it came when Takeshi continued on with a request instead. Staring at him, he frowned slightly at the request before slowly folding his arms, “So, you’ve figured you can’t do it alone, huh?” he sighed before shrugging, looking down at his gifts, “I suppose I could…if you treat it with respect. I’m not going to if you treat your sword as some sort of toy, got it?”

Takeshi didn't exactly know how old he was, not to the day anyways. He had figured out his age at one point, and from counting thereon he knew he was seventeen now. Shu was... Eh, maybe fifteen? He didn't seem that much younger, though it was hard to tell what with him being so naive about things. Huffing indignantly at being questioned his cheeks reddened faintly as he crossed his arms. "I know how old I am... Sort of. I'm seventeen, pretty sure that's right. So you're probably... fourteen or fifteen... Maybe." Egh, really the only way either of them would find out is if they asked their mother, or father. Even if the former was long gone that was still easier than the alternative. Unlike Viral who had plenty of people who knew him both he and Shu were pretty much non-existent until just a year ago, so they had no one to ask. Smiling slightly amused he let his hands drop back at his sides, hefting his shoulders in a slight shrug. "You can't really just choose your age, it doesn't work like that. You're an actual age and all, and you can act a certain age, so I guess that's different." Pausing he smirked, looking at Shu teasingly. "You act like you're six, little baby Shu. Bet that was adorable."

Waiting patiently for their turn Takeshi was prompted to bring up his and Shu's gift to Viral, doing so a bit sheepishly. This whole being generous thing, it was nice, but it felt weird. Eh, if Viral was happy with it at least then it was worthwhile he supposed. "Well Shu was with me in spirit while I picked it out, we'll put it that way," he answered, a bit taken aback that he was joking around with the Beastman. He never did that, ever, and the guy even smiled. It didn't last terribly long however as the Saiyan asked his question, almost figuring he was going to get shot down. Still a light red from just asking his flush deepened slightly at the jest, sighing and shaking his head. "I'm no good at it... I... Need help..." he replied, lowering his voice a little. Looking at Viral hopefully as he agreed Takeshi nodded his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Of course! I've been taking good care of it, honest. I polished the metal and it's sitting in a proper sheath now. I'll treat it like royalty if that's what I've got to do to learn how to use it!" Oh now this was exciting, he had been dying to get some training. The battle with those weird smoke creatures had been a reminder of how useless he was with that thing, and he really wanted to be able to carry it into combat.

"Your sword training can wait a bit, there's still more for Viral today." Vegeta interjected, waving Takeshi back. Looking at the now empty spot that had been the pile of gifts he smiled, glancing back to the Beastman. "Well... I suppose that's the bulk of the party. People will probably still hang around for a little while, if they want to," he added, speaking loudly enough for the guests before lowering his voice. "If you want your gift from me now then we need to go to your bedroom, or somewhere private. It's personal, and I'd rather give it to you without a crowd." This also meant T'charrl was needed, to which end Vegeta looked up and motioned for the Kaesstrian to come over with them. "Want to go now, or feel like talking with some more people? Your call Viral."

Shu was pretty confused at this point but he was willing to follow along with Takeshi and see if he knew what he was talking about, whether his guesses were correct. He had no idea how he was supposed to guess all of this, but it certainly seemed as if he knew how to and trusted him on his word. His age was definitely a curiosity and it certainly seemed as if Takeshi’s was too, but hopefully soon they’ll be able to find out and he would be all the better for it whether it came from their mother or villainous father. He wouldn’t mind knowing more about his life, especially when he was completely clueless to what life was supposed to be about after knowing his life was not what he was supposed to be living. He had been out in the wilderness missing everything he was supposed to learn about and only just learning about it all now. Giving Takeshi a good staring at, he smiled away before bouncing on his chair, squeaking a little, “Ooh! Oooh, I don’t know what age to act like! I’ve never even seen someone of a certain age many times so I don’t know how to act”, he spoke, tilting his head a little before giggling, “Six?? Baby Shu? I was adorable…? Ooh! I must have been adorable! Ooh! I’m so happy knowing I was adorable! Maybe my clan did love me…”

Viral was noticing Shu’s excitability beside Takeshi, all bouncing around and getting a little distracting. He didn’t care much, the kid was full of sugar now and it just seemed to be in his nature; however, it was difficult keeping up the façade when the kid was jumping and bouncing around everywhere. Sighing a little, he looked back to Takeshi and gave him a good long stare as he tried to make his claim. The kid certainly seemed desperate for this and was looking quite ashamed of himself for not knowing how to handle his blade, especially when he tried to act all proud and cocky with it before. Staring at him, he slowly straightened himself up and gave him a stern look, “…You need help, huh? Hmm, I suppose I could teach you”, he spoke calmly, slowly standing up and leaning on the table, “You better learn to treat that weapon like royalty because even the weakest of materials can become the strongest of weapons, shredding through the strongest of foes as if they were wet tissue. Got it…?”

As Vegeta quickly interjected and decided to take a lead in the conversation, Viral gave him a good staring at before looking to his opened gifts. He didn’t know what else there would be today, he had done everything he thought a party consisted of or at least what he was told it consisted of. Looking a little concerned, he stared at Vegeta before letting out a groan, “To my den?” he questioned him, trying to understand what he was getting at before letting out a sigh, “Alright, fine. I don’t want anybody touching my gifts; I don’t want them going missing or losing parts when they’re my first I’ve ever had”. He didn’t know what this was supposed to be or why he had to go somewhere else, especially to his den of all places. There was nowhere else that was private like his room was, especially when nobody dared to go in there. Glancing over at T’charrl who decided to come over to, he began to grow a little paranoid considering that meant it was going to mostly be the main group for this; he didn’t want it to end up being another surprise, he didn’t know if he could cope with that again for today.

Takeshi couldn't exactly tell Shu how to act either, he didn't really know how old the little guy was himself. He was definitely acting younger than he was, no doubt about that, but that was because he was so naive about things. Once he learned more maybe he'd calm down a bit. Or... Maybe not. "Your clan did love you. I mean... They raised you didn't they? So they had to have loved you." Then again he'd been raised by Master Xing, and it was pretty evident he had only been a tool to that man. Okay, so maybe you could be raised by someone who actually didn't care for you, albeit it was hard to believe anyone, save their father, could willingly hate the young Saiyan. Returning his gaze back unto Viral Takeshi listened carefully to what had to be said, rather keen on getting his training secured. "I'll take extra care of it, I promise Viral, you've got my word," he said, nodding with a smile. "And we can start whenever you're ready to teach me... Of course, the sooner the better, but whenever you're ready to begin is good too!" Well that had been relatively easy, he was still surprised the Beastman had agreed to willingly. Just as they had reached their agreement Vegeta had come over to take their friend away, for something private apparently. Eh, it was none of their business.

"No one is going to touch your gifts," Vegeta reassured, looking at Shu and Takeshi as he spoke, "These two are on guard duty until we get back, got it? Unless Yumi wants to touch no one else comes near them. I doubt anyone would take anything, but if Viral wants them kept safe then we'll give him that." Security detail aside they needed to get somewhere private to do this, and what better place than his room. For this gift T'charrl would be needed, and once the Kaesstrian joined them Vegeta led the pair out, down the hall and towards the back of the building. Since their extraterrestrial friend was a tad big they had to take the stairs instead of the elevator, and on the second floor his bedroom was towards the rear of the compound. Once to the room Vegeta ushered the pair inside, shutting the door and smiling knowingly at Viral. "My gift may take a while to give, but I'm hoping it'll be worth it. I brought T'charrl along because we need his help for this." he explained, looking to the alien in question. "Need my energy to do this?"

Viral was definitely pretty suspicious over Takeshi asking for this from him, especially when it meant he was probably getting annoyed at being unable to use his blade properly. It wasn’t just a Takeshi thing to do that, anybody was capable of having such manipulating thoughts to get what they wanted when they were having trouble with it. If this boy was willing to come up to him and ask about training, then maybe there was a chance that he would be able to treat his weapon with the respect it deserved and not just as an item. For now, he was going to see if Takeshi could give his weapon the respect it deserved, but if he failed then he would just have to learn how to use it himself. For now, the whole thought of having to go elsewhere for Vegeta’s gift made him a little concerned, especially when it meant having the alien along for it too. He didn’t know what Vegeta was playing at, but if it had to be anywhere then he’d rather it was somewhere people didn’t go.

Giving Vegeta a stern look, he sighed and looked back to Takeshi and Shu, feeling unsure to whether he should trust them or take the gifts to his room instead. Shu would probably break something and Takeshi would probably take something, break it and then pretend it was Shu that did it. It was a loss-loss situation regarding that, but with an annoyed sigh he shook his head, looking back to Vegeta, “You sure know how to pick your guards…” he sighed before following along with Vegeta, not particularly wanting to have people in his room; it wasn’t as if it was dirty, but it still felt like an invasion of territory, “Don’t touch anything in my room either, not like I have my room…”

Shu simply watched the exchange silently, curious to what was going on before they made their leave bar Takeshi for guarding. Looking up at Takeshi, he did think a little about what he said, but during the time talking he was soon having a lot of doubts about Takeshi’s concept of love and his clan’s concept. Staring up at him for a moment, he sighed a little and lowered his head again, “I don’t know if it was love, really”, he spoke, waving his tail around, “I mean, I don’t fully understand that either, so maybe it was…? But love must be tough, though, because it was hard sometimes. But more in clan, stronger it be!”

T’charrl followed along quickly, the balloon since left at the party and a more serious expression on his face. He needed to mentally prepare and while it was nice to chill out for a while he still needed to get ready and make sure nothing was going to go wrong. Looking all around as they passed through the facility, he found himself pretty interested in the architecture right up until they came to Viral’s bedroom. It was pretty curious how tidy yet empty the place was with only a bed and what he guessed was a place for clothes to go. Looking around for a suitable place, he looked to Vegeta before giving a brief nod, “If you give me it just before we finish, otherwise I should be okay”, he spoke calmly, moving to the middle of the room, “I’ve just got to…uhhh…” Clasping his claws together, conjuring a blue blame before placing it down on the ground, the flames extending high in the room as he tried to do exactly what Vegeta wanted him to do before.

Viral's gift was one that, with any luck, he would rather enjoy. Goodness knows it had been difficult to set up in only a day's notice, a helping hand from Dende had assisted him in that regard. Now though it fell to T'charrl to see to the rest, Vegeta's involvement being rather minimal at this point. Once inside Viral's bedroom he closed the door to allow some privacy, checking first and foremost if the Kaesstrian needed energy. "Afterwards...? Alright, I'll be right here when you need it then," he said, nodding for T'charrl to begin. This whole process was utterly alien even as he watched it. Being of scientific mind he couldn't understand how such a thing were possible, thinking it went well beyond the powers of Ki, or whatever energy their friend possessed. Yet sure enough T'charrl had done it, and after the flames reached the ceiling they spread out, creating a moderately large screen of sorts. For a moment it was a hazy white, though gradually a picture began to bleed through. At last when it did they were greeted by the sight of a smiling King Kai. "Great, you're here already, did you get them?"

When was that boy supposed to be calling? Sheesh, he had been asked to hang around today in order to accept a call and so far there hadn't been anything. What time was it on Earth anyways? Roughly 6 in the evening where they were, how much longer was he intending to wait? Tapping his foot impatiently he watched as a few new students sparred on his lawn, a little bored with them. They were so serious and didn't like his jokes, but he'd agreed to train them because, well, more or less everyone there was above his helping. Feeling his antennae twitch at the sensation of an incoming energy he smiled, turning in the direction of it. A small flicker of flame sparked before him, a familiar sign of what was coming. Standing carefully so he'd be in view he waited until a small portal appeared and an image was displayed, seeing Viral along with T'charrl and Vegeta. Waving to the trio he chuckled happily, nodding his head. "Of course I did, I'll go get them now! Just wait right here!" With a spin he ran off screen, running into his home to fetch a few people. When he returned a moment later he looked at Viral knowingly, stepping to the side and waving someone on off screen. "Here's Vegeta's present to you Viral! We hope you like it!"

Aito was the first one to step into view, smiling rather happily as he looked at Viral on the other side. "There he is... Our birthday man..." he said, chuckling as he placed his hands on his hips. "Wow... 25 years old... Now I feel like an old man!" They were actually really close in age now, which was odd considering he was basically the Beastman's father. Shaking his head in disbelief he placed a hand on his wife's back as she joined him, looking at Viral kindly.

"I'm so glad you made it home, Viral. I hope you're having a good day," June added, giving him a doting look as she folded her hands behind her back. "You seem to be doing better, that's good. And you too Vegeta." Laughing lightheartedly she stepped a bit closer to the portal, pausing for a moment as she placed her fingers on it to see what would happen. It was kind of like touching glass, it was cool and solid, shame. Her smile saddened slightly as she drew her hand back, giving a small wave. "Your father and I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, we're sorry we never did it before darling."

T’charrl had an idea to where he was supposed to aim when trying to get a hold of somebody on the other line, knowing he was supposed to find a certain someone first before he could open any sort of portal. Everything had been on short notice and having it after the feast definitely helped him find energy, but he’d definitely need some after if he was going to keep himself together. Rubbing his claws together was just the start of it to prepare himself and then pulling out his spirit was the next, luckily it wouldn’t damage the room either as it blasted up into life and finally form into a gateway. It definitely took a lot out of him everytime, not that he meant for it to or nothing like that. He couldn’t control the energy output since it required his entire soul to work, the reason he didn’t do it much at all. Watching as it formed he took a step back and sat down, letting out a sigh as he focused to keep it running.

Viral wasn’t sure what was happening or why this needed to be private, but T’charrl doing what he did before becoming alerted to what was happening. He didn’t know how this was appropriate to do or why he was able to do it so fast, but he was immediately nervous and worried about what he might see. Backing off slightly, he searched the portal as a figure soon appeared. It was King Kai, but this wasn’t anything interesting considering he barely knew the guy. Looking to Vegeta quickly before back, he stared at the man before immediately having to pay attention again at the mention of a present, “What? How did-…” He had no idea how this guy knew about this or what he was giving him, but when Aito first appeared in view he suddenly got really embarrassed.

He didn’t know how Vegeta managed to get a hold of his parents again after so long, especially through King Kai. Frowning a little, he looked down himself at the mention of his age before up aain, seeing June there too. He didn’t know how to take seeing them again, especially with everything they were saying to him. Frowning a little, he scratched his chest as he stared up at the pair, sighing when June tried to go through the portal, “You don’t need to apologise, considering I grew up too fast for it to matter. This is all so strange to me”. He didn’t know what to say to them, especially when everything he thought of just made him feel embarrassed. They were on the other side and dead while he was supposed to be celebrating the day he was first given life. Sighing, he shook his head, looking back up at them, “Maybe instead of worrying about the past, maybe while you’re here you can give me advice about the future and what I’m supposed to do after today is over. Give me some of that…’creator’s advice with what I’m supposed to look forward to in the future. What plans did you have for me? Is that why you never wish me a happy birthday so I wouldn’t feel confused?”

This was set to be a far more pleasant meeting than their last. The context in which they were meeting was far more cheerful, and both June and Aito were in high spirits. The same, unfortunately, couldn't quite be said for Viral. While there was certainly an improvement he was still upset, that much was evident. They must have found Ikura to help, but it was going to take some time until he was truly better. "It does matter, and it should have mattered then, we're sorry Viral," June said earnestly, offering a sad smile. "We never thought to throw you one before because... Well I suppose we didn't think you'd want one. You were never big on celebrations, so we would just try to make up for it during the year. Now I really wish we had thrown you parties, maybe it would have helped some..." Ah, and they couldn't be there to celebrate his first. Then again, they sort of were now, weren't they?

"We would have wished you a happy birthday, had we thought you'd wanted it," Aito admitted, looking at Viral apologetically. "You never seemed very enthusiastic during Vegeta or Yumi's, so we thought they weren't for you. We tended to do something special when it did come around, but no real party." He wasn't going to bring up the fact they had technically missed the Beastman's birthday by almost two weeks, he didn't want to be the killjoy on this one. Smiling kindly he looked at Viral carefully for a moment, nodding his head. "I guess I kind of didn't help very much last time, did I?" Chuckling as he rubbed at his head Aito looked at June for a moment before the Beastman again. "As far as plans went, we hoped you would help raise Vegeta and Yumi, which you did. You did that amazingly from what I've seen, and you taught them to fight as well. Frankly I couldn't be happier with how you turned out Viral. As for the future..."

What could he say that would make Viral happy? Sure, Aito had things in mind, but he didn't want to dictate the Beastman's life. He'd done that for years already, there was no reason to do it any longer. If a small push in the right direction would help however then he could at least offer that. "Advice for the future... You always loved training them, and watching over them. You were every bit as diligent as we could have hoped, and you were excellent and what you did. So I suppose my advice would be why not do that?" Safest bet was to stick to something you knew, and Viral knew how to instruct young warriors. Had Aito any idea that Ikura had suggested the very same thing he would push for that much more, but since not he was a little hesitant. "If you desire to do that, of course. It's a lot of responsibility, training people. Above all else Viral, whatever anyone tells you to do you should only do what makes you happy. Not in a selfish sense, but put yourself before anyone else. You deserve to be happy like everyone else does, and you shouldn't put aside your own wants and needs for others."

Viral let out a groan, shrugging slightly, “It’s not like it would had mattered; I wouldn’t had remembered any of it, anyway”, he sighed, but soon enough he was feeling pretty bummed out about that. He didn’t remember these two and they were wishing they did things with him while he would have never remembered any of it for it to matter. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he let out a sigh and shook his head, “It doesn’t matter. You’re here right now doing it and that’s that, right?” He didn’t want to make them feel bad because of his comments, it was already pretty hard trying to keep the negativity down and he didn’t need to continue to bring everyone down around him, “I’m fine, anyway”.

Feeling pretty bad, he kept his eyes off them for a few moments before giving a quick look back in Vegeta’s direction, sharpening his gaze on the pair as he looked back. He needed to get all these bad thoughts off his mind somehow, his balance going right off, “Vegeta and Yumi had others who knew how birthdays worked, plus I was just the servant. I still barely know what’s going on”. He really didn’t know how to feel about birthdays or even his own for that matter so they shouldn’t had been worrying so much, especially considering they were dead. Finding it a little difficult to get into the right mindset, he rolled his eyes before shaking his head, “Ehh no big deal. Anybody could had done that. You would have if you were still alive”. It was all because Vegeta had found him in his container and released him, so really it was Vegeta’s doing that he was able to do all that. They were giving him way too much credit and he definitely didn’t deserve it.

It was certainly a change that they were here, but the questions he wanted to ask didn’t sound as if they were going to be answered by them either. Anticipating their answer, he frowned a little when it turned into complimenting him for whatever reason, folding his arms in response. From the sounds of it, they were all hinting towards teaching others how to fight, but he problem was he didn’t like strangers and definitely didn’t like humans so it should had been stupid to suggest such things to him. He would have to do some searching himself from the sounds of it, already feeling uneasy about that, “Great, okay…my own wants”, he spoke lowly, shrugging a little, “You know what? I’m not some sort of robot who is only good for training people so…with that thought…nothing else comes to mind? You wanted to make life and you did, but why like this? Would it not have been easier to make a human? You must have had a reason and a purpose; you must have an idea, right? Sure, I’m happy to see you, but these questions are important to me”.

There was some sad truth to that, unfortunately. The only way Viral would even have known he had birthday parties before was if they somehow restored his memory. Aito could probably figure out how to achieve that, he had a basic enough understanding of neurology. Between himself, Ikura and the other scientists it should be a small matter to achieve. There was the slight issue of being dead, that certainly complicated things a tad. "Here in spirit... Pardon the pun," Aito remarked, smiling slightly. "But it's not the same. Had I known you'd wanted one I would have thrown you a party that instant. I feel like our being here like this is very little condolence, and I'm sorry for that Viral." They couldn't do anything from where they were. Gifts, playing party games, even just hugging their 'son' was out of the question. The depressing nature of that thought made the Saiyan slouch slightly, rubbing at his face as if tired before sighing. "Someday... Perhaps..."

June, sensing the mood dipping a bit decided to try and pep things up a little. "You're right Viral, what matters is we're here now," she reaffirmed, smiling sweetly as she nodded her head. "And we wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now other than speaking to you." The conversation had reluctantly slipped out of her grasp as the finer details of Viral's being were brought into question. She had a gist of understanding in terms of how he worked, but all of that was solely what Aito had told her. She wasn't a scientist, much more of a fighter than anything. Maybe if she couldn't explain his inner workings however perhaps she could appease to Viral more as a fighter to fighter. Letting the men speak for a moment she looked at the Beastman kindly, clearing her throat to speak.

"Viral, the reason you were made that way was to fight. You were made to take on any kind of enemy," Vegeta interjected, cutting off his mother. "Since imbuing Ki wasn't a route they wanted to take they did what they could to make up for it, and by that they used multiple creatures." Smiling faintly he stepped into view of the screen, looking at his parents for a moment before to the Beastman. "You've got a total of four forms, three if you only count when you really change. There's that machine, Enki, that you can use. Then you have your aquatic form, your flight form, and your land form. We've seen the aquatic and land form so far, we haven't seen flight. My reason for bringing this up is you're maybe not the most powerful of us right now, but you're the most versatile. And each form gives you power to near match all of ours, or even beat it. So you are still a fighter, you just need to learn to use your forms at will. And if you can do that..."

"You'll be fighting with them in no time," June finished, smiling. "Viral, I can't tell you what your purpose was before, and I think you fulfilled it. But we can give you one now, Aito and I, and we know you'll be able to do it." Looking up at her husband cheerfully she hugged his arm, resting her head on Aito's shoulder as she pointed at Viral through the screen. "Train with Vegeta, learn your forms. That's an order from me and your father, understand? And then once you've mastered them help your brother fight and keep Earth safe. And... When you can," she paused, winking, "Wish us back, will you?"

"Er... June? I don't know if we should be wished back... It's been so long."

"So? I want to see my boys, and I'm bored here. If we can be brought back then let's be brought back!" June smiled cheerfully, looking at the screen at Viral. Letting go of Aito she walked closer, leaning over and putting her hands on her hips so she appeared face level with the Beastman. "And once we do come back I want to see what you can do. I used to be a fighter myself, you know. It's time you get a real opponent," she teased, winking again. "How's that for orders?"

Viral didn’t know if he was supposed to feel bad about having nothing done for him previously, especially when he wasn’t familiar with any of the concepts and had trouble adjusting to new things. This was definitely something new and he was still having a hard time thinking it through properly, even if he knew there were such things as parties. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh at Aito’s comment, finding it hard to follow, “It’s been pretty much forever and within a week’s time I’ve spoken to you both twice now and you’re apologising? I don’t know if I wanted one and I’m still curious as to whether this is for me, but at most I got some free stuff and food…even if it was a struggle to eat it for a variety of reasons…”

Feeling a little lost, he hung his head low as he tried to think it all through himself, his eyes going back to June when she spoke up instead. She was certainly trying to pick out all the cards that would make him feel better, but that would probably work a little bit more if he got the answers he was looking for. It was only they who could give him answers since it was their decision to create him so they knew what they were wanting to create and why they wanted to. He needed the correct answers before he went ahead and did the wrong thing out of frustration and he was very capable of that; Vegeta had seen plenty of that.

Staring at her, it sounded as if she was finally going to be giving it straight to him before Vegeta decided to interject instead, looking to him quickly with a low growl. That was quite the annoyance he had to go through right there and it didn’t help that he had the ability to tell him these things without needing to bring his creators into it. Huffing, he looked down at himself before slowly scratching his chest in thought, finding it awfully strange how Vegeta knew all of this and he was never told. With one form still hidden from him, he would have to find ways to use it; however, all of his forms were unstable even when properly used. He had to be near death to use them and to try drowning on purpose probably wouldn’t reveal anything to him either. The only way to learn how to use those forms was to force himself into life or death battles. Growling, he slowly shook his head before looking down at his paw, flexing his fingers slowly, “’At will’…you realise what you’re suggesting, right?” He could barely control them after the Saiyans tampered with him, they had grown stronger since and a lot more unstable. He was certainly worried, but soon June decided to speak up again, his attention turning to her.

Feeling confused, Viral looked between her and Aito before frowning, having a hard time following her at first. Giving him a purpose now seemed awfully convenient, but it sounded like a hard order to fill as well. To master his forms he would need a lot more strength and power himself, but how he was supposed to obtain those powers had him at a road block. Looking to Vegeta briefly, he groaned before nodding at June only to be met with more confusion at her last request. That kind of request wasn’t something the Dragonballs could fulfil, seeing as how they had a one year limit and it had been many years now. Staring at her with concern, he sharpened his gaze before huffing, blushing slightly, “How do you know if that is possible?? The rules of the Dragonballs…it has been too long since you both died. The dragon here can only move spirits around the Otherworld and not to the living world…how am I supposed to fulfil this order when it’s impossible?”

Aito wasn't sure where June was coming from with her idea, but it was a perfectly valid one. Mastering his combat forms would give Viral much more strength, and in turn confidence. The Beastman had been in the process of learning to control them before they were killed so unfortunately they would have to start over again. The fact he'd used two of them already was promising, it meant he was at least aware of them and hopefully the sensations they brought. "You can master them though, Viral. If my theory is correct you should be able to feel your own power almost as we do Ki. Each of your powers, the feline, the shark and the dragon all have their own specific energy signatures. If you can learn to focus on them you can draw them out at will, and doing so you'll retain your mindfulness. It's more or less identical to Ki in that regard actually. Saiyans and the like have to dig for their Ki and bring it forth, and your power works the same way. It'll just be a matter of coming to recognize them." Which Vegeta could hopefully do. Maybe a little instruction for his son would be a good idea, if nothing else. If Ikura was there then the man should definitely be able to enlighten their son, he only need ask. Then the training could begin in earnest.

"What about Namekian Dragonballs...?" Vegeta suggested hopefully. He rather liked the idea of his parents coming back, even if it might be odd after so long. "We're going back to space anyways, we can make a stop, I'm sure Korian won't mind. Well, either that or he's got no say in the matter. We could feasibly do it Viral, it wouldn't be that long of a journey in our new ship, a week maybe at most." Speaking of, that reminded him that they needed to restock the vessel before they shipped out again. Probably not a bad idea to get extra supplies too, it couldn't hurt to have excess. "From what I understand the Namekian dragon doesn't have the same rules as ours, so we should be able to make whatever wish we want to."

"Porunga could certainly do that, easily." Aito hadn't considered that, nor had he thought to ask their sons to travel all that way. He was nervous about returning, it would be odd considering he and June were now just barely their seniors. How nice it would be though to return home, and experience things again. Smiling thoughtfully he rubbed at his chin, looking lost in thought for a moment. "If you two were to do that... Hm... Yes. If I can return then Ikura and I can properly see to Viral. He's more of the theoretical and psychological side, I'm far more attuned to the actual physical nature of you, Viral. Between us you'd be as good as new in a day, two tops. This is of course assuming you can see this done." It was a journey to Namek after all, and they did have other matters to attend to. Aito couldn't say he totally hated the idea of returning home after so long however, King Kai's world and Otherworld in general still didn't feel quite homey to him.

June was rather enamored with this idea now, the notion of being home with her family thrilled her. "And while you're traveling there you two can work on mastering Viral's forms!" she added, smiling at Vegeta and Viral. "If you don't learn them by the time we come back then we can help, like Aito said. Oh, and we could do things as a family again!" Getting all starry eyed she looked at the boys quite happily, nearly bouncing about in her spot. Turns out their mother was quite excitable, albeit nowhere near as much as Shu was. Clasping her hands together she cleared her throat, blushing slightly realizing how goofy she was being. "That would be really nice, seeing you two again in person. I'd like that."

Viral was pretty confused, finding it difficult to see where June was coming from. She should had been able to recognise that he wasn’t himself compared to what she remembered him being like, he was incredibly out of practice and the attempted modifications by the Saiyans had made it difficult to recover. He really needed to get his head in check for all that to work out well, he still had a lot to lose and that couldn’t be an open option for him. He barely had control over his forms as it was, just his Enki since it had been discovered and drawn out by the Saiyans. Looking back to June, he let out a grumble and shook his head, “’Dragon’…tch! Is that how you describe it? It takes near death to draw it out!” That would certainly become a problem eventually from the sounds of it if he couldn’t draw it out without having to nearly die. He needed to have faith in himself and June’s words, but that was very difficult, “I’ll…try. I lose my mind everytime, though”, he spoke, letting out a groan, “I feel so…’confident’ in my abilities…”

He really wasn’t confident at all, especially when his feline form made him an actual feline until he was brought back to his senses. Who knew what would happen when he manages to transform into his shark form, especially considering the nature of sharks. It was going to be some journey if he could live long enough, nevermind learning how to control his abilities. Knowing about his monstrous form before the others was simply leftover memory after his incarceration, everything else was just new. Growling lowly, he rubbed his head to try and divert his thoughts away from it and went back to the subject of the Dragonballs, looking to Vegeta when he suggested Namekian ones. That was an idea, but New Namek had always been uncharted for a reason and going there for their own desires seemed a little selfish. If they were to lead the Saiyans there without meaning to then the planet was in trouble; of course, there was the other problem concerning if the Namekians had used the Dragonballs recently.

Feeling a little left out, he looked between Aito and June and growled lowly. It was an awfully huge request and they were treating it as if he was going out to get groceries instead. To get them living again it meant using one wish to take their spirits to the Namek check-in station, one wish to revive Aito and the last to revive June. It was an awfully big request to ask a bunch of strange aliens for. It would be for Vegeta mostly, he had memories of his parents and all Viral had was an instinct to follow their orders. Giving them a sharp look, he sighed and looked away, “…Okay, if that’s what you wish”, he spoke, looking back to them, “If that’s what you wish…”

It would definitely be Vegeta who would be the most excited about this, but he didn’t know how to feel. They were his creators, but the concept of parents and family was only something he had read about and rarely seen. It was a mysterious concept and one he was often fascinated by, but having his creators try to treat him like family brought some sort of strange conflict in him. Having his memory wiped made them feel as if they were buying him and becoming his new masters, leaving a really odd feeling in his gut. Feeling awkward, he looked to Vegeta before looking back to Aito and June, giving a little nod, “I’ll master them! It’s only been twenty…whatever years”, he spoke, frowning slightly at June’s excitement, “Thank you for your wishes…and requests. It’s been an interesting day so far and maybe I’ll have more to come, so long as you wish for it…”

"You've fallen out of practice, it can happen to anyone," June tried, hoping to reassure Viral at least a little. "You can do it, everyone knows you can. It's just time you start believing you can do it too." With Vegeta teaching him and Aito and her potentially coming back to help surely he'd get it in no time. Plus, Ikura was there, and even after all these years he was still trying to help. At least they had made one wise partner in who they had worked with. "When you learn to use them at will you won't have to be near death. You're made to do it by the sounds of things, so it's not impossible, it'll take some work, that's all." June was well aware it was a big order they were giving, traveling to another world and expecting to use their Dragonballs. There was no guarantee that they would even be available upon arrival, but they had to try. With everything going on as of late she was darn determined to be there to help her boys fight, and she had a feeling Aito was in the same boat as her. "I wish for you to be happy Viral, and maybe it's a bit conceited of me to think this, but our being there could help you."

Aito wasn't quite sure still how he felt about all of this. June looked to rather want it though, and he caught Vegeta smiling at the notion of their return as well. If they were going to come back then so be it, but only if it meant to help Viral. Then again... "Vegeta, I'm sure you're tired of running the company by now. I can always take it back when I return, if you'd like," he offered, smiling. "After all I still have a good understanding of how things work. I might have to be brought up to speed, but it's nothing I couldn't handle."

"Dad... I don't know. I mean it would be nice, but honestly I wouldn't know what to do with myself." As of now they were plenty preoccupied with this war going on, but once that was finished what was he to do? If Vegeta relinquished control of Capsule Corp to his father again then he was going to be with a lot of free time and not a ton of outlets. Though he supposed that would be an excuse to return to Kaesstra, help establish their space program finally. And he could always pay visits to other worlds and see how they were, maybe they had new technologies for him to discover. "I'll think on it, I don't know right now."

"Right, take as long as you need to decide. Just realize I'll be in the same boat as you if we come back. I'm not the kind to take being idle lightly, I wouldn't be able to handle it honestly." He was never really stopping when he was alive, Aito sure as hell wouldn't be when they returned. If not Capsule Corp then he would have to find another outlet for his time, and goodness knows what an alternative might be. "Viral, all i can ask of you really is to better yourself. Whatever that means to you, do it. At the same time... You really should try to master your forms. You've never really been put through a lot of training in that regard, I'm sorry we never got around to doing it. So much happened in those few years it just kept being pushed back... But I know you can master them, they're built as a means for you to adapt to situations, not as a last resort. Train with Vegeta and trust in yourself to be able to do this and I know you'll succeed."

Having a little struggle with his powers would had been better than full out trying to learn how to use them willingly when often they were reactions to near-death events. Viral didn’t have much confidence in all that when he barely knew how they worked. He wouldn’t know how to start with his training and all of them having so much confidence in him and his abilities; hell, he probably had a better chance at sprouting wings than learning how to control these forms. Being quick to learn wasn’t the same as trying to keep control of a form where control seemed to be an issue, especially when it was as if the forms themselves knew they were stronger than him and he was nothing more than a vessel. Feeling a little lost for words, he frowned as he stared at June, giving her a sharp look, “’Made to do it’…hmph, yeah you would know; you made me”, he spoke, folding his arms, “You do have more to come back for other than just thinking ‘why not’, right? Think of all the people who knew you’d died and how they must feel…”

This was an awful lot to try and take in, thinking he was going to be essentially their saviour and bringing them back from the grave. It was a pretty odd feeling, knowing there was going to be people still around who knew they were dead only to see them alive once more. Something about that made him feel uneasy, but he was going to excuse it for now while more important matters needed to be attended to. Looking to Vegeta momentarily, he groaned and looked away again as he scratched at his side. The subject of ownership wasn’t an easy one to take, especially when it meant ownership of himself too. It was like listening to a board meeting regarding people’s jobs and someone was going to get fired.

There was definitely a lot of concern building up in his mind, his entire future was completely uncertain with these new developments. Feeling lost and confused, he looked between the groups before to Aito as he spoke to him again. Growling lowly and held his head low, “It…wouldn’t had mattered whether you taught me or not. What I knew was simply leftovers from the forced transformation to kill you, the rest has been…recently developed”, he spoke calmly, “The rest of my combat skills are simply muscle memory. I’ll do what I can, but how I do it I am not fully sure…” If Vegeta had any idea then that was all good, he would be able to learn from him; however, the kid didn’t even know he had such forms until probably a week ago. Their training probably wouldn’t be able to take place on Earth, he still had his mental state to work on, meaning after they left they would have about a week’s worth of travelling to get the Dragonballs. Looking back up at Aito and June, he sighed and nodded slightly, “I will try and keep on top of my training and…I’ll try and get the Namekian Dragonballs. I do not wish to be weak anymore”.

"Then I suppose you've plenty of reason to trust what I say, don't you?" Aito mused, smirking. "It's your power so you can handle it, it's just a matter of re-attuning yourself is all. Give it some practice, work with Vegeta and you'll master them in no time. I have complete confidence in your ability Viral." Again he would draw the comparison to Ki, it was not unlike teaching Vegeta how to use his own strength as a child. He'd done training too of course, and could speak from experience that all it took was hard work and patience to draw out your power. "Of course we have more reason. There's so much left to do for both of us, and we can help with this war of yours too. And just think... If Ikura and I can work together again, with our combined knowledge we could do untold good for people. The process we used to make you could potentially lead to cures of so many illnesses, the possibilities are endless. So... Yes, long answer short there are other reasons," Aito chuckled, looking at Viral amused. "Least of all we want to see you again though, both of you. And we'd love to meet your friends for ourselves."

June had the utmost confidence in Viral's ability, he was the pride and joy of Aito after all. "You're not weak now Viral, and you never were. You can improve though, everyone can," she said, smiling kindly. "Just give it your best and let Vegeta help you, and you'll be there in no time!" And when they came home things would be good as new, hopefully. She didn't want to be too optimistic if she and Aito couldn't actually be wished back, but it was hard not to be excited about it. Now, much as she would have loved to continue talking she could see that alien in the background like before, recalling how he was the one who caused this. He seemed a bit tired, it wasn't fair to him to drag things out longer. "Remember boys, we love you both very much. And even if we're not brought back we'll always be here for you two. Good luck with everything, and be safe." Waving cheerfully to Vegeta and Viral she stepped back, looking up at Aito happily then the boys again. "We love you both very much, we hope to hear from you two soon."

After the final surprise of the evening the party had winded down rather quickly. Guests left after exchanging a few words with Viral, most wishing him well and good luck in the future, not that they know what the future entailed. Once everyone had left a sense of normalcy and calm had swept over Capsule Corp again as business went about as usual with no sign of a party other than the cleanup following. While Yumi remained behind everyone else went back home, with Takeshi taking both Shu and T'charrl to his house. It was already fairly late in the evening, so training was out of the question at this point. Since they had just eaten quite a bit no one was even hungry, and so the evening was spent rather absentmindedly skimming through the television Takeshi rarely ever used for something to watch. By the time the moon was well high in the sky everyone was asleep, with T'charrl taking the living room and Shu and his brother sharing the latter's bedroom. They had plans for tomorrow, best to get plenty of rest and be ready for some training.

Takeshi had suggested they split up for the morning, focus on different areas of training. Since T'charrl could fly with his wings the Saiyan figured he should focus on Ki blasts, whereas Shu had to learn to fly. Giving T'charrl the large swathe of land his home was on to practice Takeshi took his brother out further, to the familiar rocky hills a few kilometers away. It was a bit nostalgic being here again, albeit not in the best of ways. Last time they had been in this place was for the very same reason, yet hopefully this time it went a little smoother than the last. If goodness for bid the little Saiyan should crash again then at least they could get to T'charrl and have him healed up. Trying to find an open a space as possible the pair eventually settled down in a lightly grassed area, pale green clumps of plant life splotched all over the landscape. A few little trees and bushes were here and there, but overall it was barren. Just as well, this way Shu didn't have anything to fly into so long as he avoided hitting the ground this time around.

"Remember Shu, nice and slow, this isn't a race," Takeshi chided, smiling at Shu amused. "If anything happens I'll try to help you, but no promises. If you're going to learn to fly the right way then I can't be holding your hand all the time." Flying was definitely not his brother's strong suit, but even so he couldn't be completely led through it. Shu would come out all the better if he got it himself, Takeshi was only there to direct him in the proper direction should he need it. "It's like I said before, just ease Ki out of your feet to rise, then release it to stay balanced. Once you're balanced try moving around a bit."