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”.