Shu really did want to be able to fight like Takeshi, or anyone for that matter. He knew it was important for him to get better at fighting and this was the only way to go about it that didn’t end with him beaten and battered on the floor. He needed to look strong and get strong in everyone’s eyes because right now he was always seen as vulnerable and unable to fight because of his problems. He didn’t even know what they would do to his father on the matter, just that they had to fight and beat him while claiming victory and remove him from his reign of terror. He still didn’t know what he had done to deserve to be removed from his position, especially when all he knew was he was really mean to him and his friends and he needed to be punished for it. Getting all excited, he stared up at Takeshi before tilting his head at his lack of enthusiasm, “It’s fun! All swing-swing-swing through the trees and finding fruit and eating it and having a happy tum-tum…what else is there to do for fun when you’re all growing up?” Tilting his head to the other side, he squeaked a little before grabbing hold of the weight from his tail, “Train me! Please yes please! I’m tired of being saved…I want to do the saving!”

Viral was definitely pretty pissed off, Vegeta had no right to turn his power into a laughing matter. No wonder he would do that, especially when he had just given him a good long soothing scratch that helped bring him back; however, in doing so he was actively humiliated and made to look like his pet. He wanted payback for that and to show he was capable of so much more; his power should have been nothing to laugh at in the first place. Watching Vegeta get clothes and head off to the door, he glared at him before huffing, “I’m not having food! You can have as much as you want without me!” When the door was finally closed he immediately made a grab for the clothes, pulling them on one by one. It had been any wonder that he had been given a form of overwhelming pride and power when all he was getting out of it was ‘everyone else can do that, so what’. He had no way to show off his power and feel as if he was a core part of the team if everyone else could do more if not better in their eyes. Feeling angry and irritated, he pulled on the last of his clothes before making a quick turn towards the door, emerging from his room looking none too happy, “You were even going easy on me in the mess hall, weren’t you??”

T’charrl was certain she was telling the truth, his antennae not picking up any aggressive signals from her or hidden agendas. There was some fear there, but of course there was when he was just a monster right now. Feeling more than a little nervous about her approach, he gave a slight glance towards her hand, tilting his head slightly away at first before trying to relax some more. He was completely stressed out and not feeling very well, so this kind of comfort was as close as he’d get to anything possible to give. Letting out a groaning hiss, he listened to Yumi words with only a little bit of reluctance, being told he’ll be fine not playing up to the reality of the situation; however, his mind could only find his mother’s touch in hers and he was soon finding comfort. He was supposed to be a Prince and making his mother proud, training to become a champion of his people and unlock the secrets of his race’s power, not succumb to the monster he appeared to be. Letting out a groan he slowly closed his eyes, gradually sliding down onto his chest as he slowly changed back into his bulkier yet thankfully smaller form.

Choi kept back from T’charrl, not willing to get close to those nasty looking protrusions. He had faith that Yumi would be able to do the right thing, but he still worried for her incase T’charrl moved suddenly and hurt her. Frowning when she touched his face with worry that he might try to bite her arm off, he let out a sigh when T’charrl instead collapsed and began to shrink back as if it was natural to do so, “Ohh phew, I wasn’t scared. Just saying…” Scratching his chest a little, he was a little confused when T’charrl didn’t return to his tall lanky form but instead to one that could be described as muscular, very hairy and kind of fat. Raising an eyebrow, he looked to Yumi before back to T’charrl, “Uhhh…’yay he’s back to normal’…?” he frowned, looking to his skinnier main arms before down to his large muscular ones, “Is this what happens when his kind gets fat?”