T’charrl could only hope they understood him because he was really not comfortable sitting like this and quite frankly it was painful, his body hurting all over with certain points being worse than others. He wanted to get out of here and elsewhere, but quite frankly he could use someone to talk to even if the language barrier was present for now. He could keep his mind together better when he had company, but quite frankly he felt ashamed of himself and embarrassed. He wished he could talk with his mother about now, but he was in no state to and this was probably not the best time either. Frowning as he stared up at Yumi, he looked down at himself slowly, kicking his legs out a little and looking at them, “Y-Yesss…yeah…” he spoke, staring down at himself before looking up at Yumi with a frown, “Not sssure how to…how to walk…? Heavy and-…I-I’m sorrrry…” He could barely move and with his energy being pretty low he didn’t know where he might find the strength to get on his feet. He felt awkwardly shaped and a little too heavy, his wonder being directed towards the thought of how he was supposed to move this muscular frame. His other form appeared to be speed-based while this was pure raw strength, but the form that mattered to him most was his original form and that didn’t appear to be happening anytime soon. He felt like a monster right now, like a cave painting from the ruins of his kind’s old civilisation.

Shu bounced a little on his toes, getting a little excited now that he knew his friend was okay. He was really worried that something happened to him, but all that did happen was he got a little fatter, hairier and looked like he had been training a ton. He still felt a little sad about him, he wasn’t happy at all and appeared to be struggling; but no wonder, he looked heavy and he was very tired. Looking up at Takeshi, he giggled a little but when he was threatened with the removal of fruit he let out a squeal, making a grab for Takeshi’s shirt and pulling when he got a hold of it, “Nooooo!! Fruit is mine for me! You no the boss of me!” he squealed before letting out a giggle, “We need to train more! Or eat…then train! Noooo wait! We should get sweet stuff for Friend T’charrl first!”

Viral glanced at Vegeta, a little suspicious over what he was saying for a moment before looking away again. He didn’t see Vegeta taking much interest in his own experiences or what he did during his time under the King’s rule, but it wasn’t as if anybody really cared and just wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. That was the case for a lot of the stuff he did, but it was probably because they all cared for was getting another fighter out on the field again without him being so utterly useless. Getting angry at Vegeta, he frowned at his reasoning before letting out an angry huff, “Fine! I get it! Fine…” he snapped before letting out a sigh, shaking his head. Vegeta implying that he might steal drinks was a bit much, especially when he was supposed to have a sense of honour, “I am not a thief so I won’t be sneaking around like a coward. I’m not supposed to be a child either, so don’t think you’re my nanny or something. Just…get me some ice or something…a cup of ice…”