Kai didn’t care that Shu and Takeshi were still in the room when he was changing, but he did think it was weird that Takeshi was making a fuss over it, “What? Are you worried you might see something?” he asked, looking over his shoulder before continuing to change, “Worried you might fall for me?” He didn’t have much of a care for it, especially when he often changed in front of others and it wasn’t like he was getting completely naked. Letting out a sigh as he pulled his tail through the hole in his trousers, fixing up his clothes before turning back to them, “Well, you can make a fruity steak…but you’d usually have it in a sauce or pick the type of fruit more carefully, maybe as a marinade. The problem is you’re not a cook and don’t know how to make these things”, he spoke, casually shrugging, “At least your brother likes it, so who cares; you did something good”. Heading over off back to Takeshi, he looked to Shu quickly to see if he was finished before back to Takeshi, “I guess we could spar, I mean…it’s you who is inviting me for this little excursion and I’ll be happy enough to do anything so long as it doesn’t make me sick. Choi is off having fun so…why…can’t I…”

Viral really wanted to hit something, give it a good whack and probably tear it apart in frustration. He was really questioning how he was supposed to control himself if this was going to be the pinnacle he could achieve while being aware of what was happening to him. Vegeta really needed to give him the answers to this, he had no idea otherwise and he was questioning why they were trying to control his forms. The Saiyans had left him in a mess and all these years of remaining locked up in the Capsule Corp without his creators meant it all seemed too late for him. Viral hoped this would all end soon, especially when he was feeling well embarrassed in his current form. Grumbling away to himself, he slowly shook his head before looking up to Vegeta, questioning his future motives to deal with this, “And how do you suppose you’ll do that…?” he asked calmly, sounding doubtful, “You realise that will be a while yet and my stability isn’t exactly getting better, right? It’s all going to end in brain surgery anyway…and you know it. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? Keep getting hit in the face and hope for the best??”