"Of course I haven't considered using your energy, I was simply explaining that it wasn't even remotely viable. Don't be absurd, I'd never use your energy, certainly not for something like that." Vegeta had looked into Viral's energy as an energy source, but merely out of curiosity, a whim really. He had never once truly considered it, that would be absurd. The Beastman was a living thing, not some battery. When a battery ran out of energy you could recharge it, or simply discard it and get a new one. When a being used every ounce of their energy they had this peculiar tendency to fall over dead. Not something he was keen on making Viral do. His work was striving for quite the opposite, doing something like that would be contrary to his efforts. Leading his friend to one of the beds, Vegeta carefully got Viral settled onto one, positioning him as comfortably as could be on the slightly too small platform. "Half the things I've thought of concerning you would probably make you sick. I'd never do any of it, but the mind has a tendency to consider all sorts of possibilities, good and bad. You can't say you've never thought of doing something that was so obviously wrong, yet it came to mind anyways."

To try and quell some of Viral's concerns, Vegeta opened up a little. Sharing how he was doing all of this work for Viral's sake, and how he only wanted to help, he hoped it might put some tensions to rest. Instead his words were pretty much disregarded in their entirety, leaving him looking like a fool. Sighing under his breath he wheeled the bed close to the desk where his work was still sitting, leaving it just at the side. Though they were supposed to be getting to work he couldn't help but bring up food, feeling a bit hungry himself. It was a bit of a rude suggestion to make however considering Viral's state, and how food effected him in the past. "You're right, I apologize. That was my stomach talking, not me," Vegeta joked lightly, moving around to his chair. "And no, I can wait a bit longer to eat. As I said, my priority is helping you. If in doing so I put off a meal by an extra hour then so be it, I can certainly handle at least that much." Now, the first approach to their testing, what should it be? Not particularly fond of anything involving surgery, and not having the drive for genetic mapping just yet, Vegeta figured they'd begin with a therapeutic approach. Settling in his seat he leaned back in his chair a little, folding his arms over his chest casually. "I know you said it was hazy before, but I need you to try and recall what happened when you changed. Does anything at all come to mind?"

"Eh... It doesn't matter how often it happens. When it does happen it's bad. All the more reason to figure it out and help you get better sooner, right?" Takeshi asked, smiling, "Besides, you worry about it a ton, don't you? I've heard you talk in your sleep before, apologizing for hurting people and being afraid of something. I'd be willing to bet you worry about turning into that Oozaru of yours, even in your dreams." Shu was just too nice a person to hurt someone, or potentially kill them. That had to be what really scared him above all else, the fact he had it in him to do that kind of damage. For his older brother it wasn't as big an issue, though he did try to avoid killing people now. Slinging an arm around Shu's shoulder, minding his injured hand, Takeshi grinned down at his sibling. "Tell you what. I'll ask for advice from Yumi and Vegeta, and I'll even find some books. Since they're busy I'll be the one to help you. Yumi can still help when she's got time, but we're always together. Might as well do something helpful, you know?" And really, who knew Shu better than him? They spent more time with one another than anyone else, they could nearly do what Kai and Choi did, that telepathy business, without even thinking or speaking. They just knew one another, so it was fitting that he be the one to help the little guy out.

Shu wasn't the only person that Takeshi felt like lending a hand. He had this peculiar desire to aid Haku as well, help the kid find his place in their group too. By his logic he and the new boy were similar, both had or were having a tough time getting along with people. Neither wanted anything to do with others and felt that those around them reciprocated those feelings. If he was wrong then he'd eat his boot, but Takeshi was pretty damn certain he wasn't off the mark. "How's he going to buy you food? And where? We're on a ship in the middle of space silly," Takeshi said, rolling his eyes. "And back then, I bought the food because I was curious about you. I wanted to know how some little squirt had managed to beat me. I do it now because I like to, but back then I didn't really care about you honestly. And I'm kind of thinking that Haku will be the same way if we give him a chance." It was the least they could do, they dragged him here. "Yeah, we'll go to T'charrl after if we don't find him. Though I'm going to guess Haku is in his room where he always is. Call it a hunch."