Vegeta did wish he could offer a concrete answer to Viral, but anything he said otherwise would be a lie. The technology he was using for his invention was new, it had never been tested until now. As with any new work there were bound to be initial kinks and unexpected variables, that was a given. The fact that it had drained Viral's energy even was a success, regardless of the fact it had taken a bit too much. Some adjustments here and there should solve that dilemma, albeit he hoped they would never need it again after this. "With all due respect, Viral, the engines we have output more power than you ever could," he replied, "Just not the same kind. It would be a moot point, stealing your energy for such a purpose. And before you get offended, none of us could remotely power it, even together. The technology running this ship of ours is really something else. Sub-atomic fusion creating nuclear reactions... Fission, cold fusion, whatever you want to think of it as. A compact, highly dense battery of sorts making near limitless, steady power. It's really something of a wonder." Ah, but there he was rambling on about technology, again. He really ought to learn to put a clamp on himself. Admonishing Viral with a glance, Vegeta broke into a small smirk, stopping them as they got to the medical bay. "You won't blow up, I'm more concerned with something else blowing up, that's all."

Vegeta led Viral inside of the medical ward and directly to the nearest bed. Gingerly getting his friend onto the bed, he used his foot to undo the latches on the wheels, moving the platform freely. "Listen, whatever notion you've got of me using you as a lab rat, get rid of it now," he said, starting to wheel Viral towards the desk in the room. "I don't enjoy using something untested, let alone on a friend like you. And I certainly don't revel in seeing you in such a state. Believe me when I say I do this out of necessity, not desire. I would gain nothing from doing this for myself, this is all to help you, understand?" Everything he had been doing for quite a while now was for Viral's sake. His own guilt at being unable to help coupled with the pressure from his parents had Vegeta working around the clock trying to get the Beastman back to his old self. If Viral were to take a good look now he might just see how exhausted the Saiyan was, from the bags and rings under his eyes to his slightly paler complexion. Nonetheless he smiled as he stopped the bed, setting it just beside the desk before sitting down on top, running a hand through his hair. "Anyways... Enough of my preaching. Before we get into this, do you need anything? Water? Food? Because we could be at it a while, best to get you some kind of nutrition now."

Takeshi was fair determined to help T'charrl, even if he didn't know how. Both he and Shu shared that sentiment, and damn it all they were going to solve this thing. There was that weird ghost that had spoken to them before, T'charrl's ancestor or something like that. It had mentioned their friend having to become stronger for him to get back to normal, which seemed straightforward enough. Yet the Kaesstrian had certainly improved and still wasn't back to his regular self. Just how much more work was he going to need to put in? T'charrl and Viral weren't the only ones that needed a helping hand; Shu's anger problems were a real pressing matter. "Yumi's already helping you, yeah? And I'm going to try helping as well, whatever I can do. Hell, even if it means I gotta be at your side all the time to stop you then that's what I'll do."

With everyone else getting help Takeshi couldn't help but feel like they were leaving someone out. Haku was still being neglected and essentially shunned, treated like any other Saiyan enemy. The only issue with that was he wasn't the same as an Elite, or even a regular soldier. He was just some kid, following orders and being cast out for being deemed a failure. In some ways, Takeshi realized, they were alike. It had been through others that he eventually changed and had become nice... Or less of a jerk, anyways. If it worked for him then it could well work for Haku as well. "Hey, I thought you were pretty funny looking at first too, you know," Takeshi said, smiling amused, "Don't remember the things I used to say? I teased you all the time, like he does. But look at us now, yeah?" He could change, anyone could with enough effort. Since the other boy was with them now it made more sense to make him an ally than keep him at arm's length as an enemy too, that was just a waste of manpower. Preaching and being all soft was never quite his thing, and par for the course he got a bit worried someone would hear, unreasonably concerned. Pinching Shu's nose he threatened his brother in the lightest way possible, smiling when he agreed not to tell. "Good. We'll try with Haku, alright? If he won't come around then fine, we'll leave him alone. But I think we should at least try."