Vegeta was trying to have a little fun with the situation if only to help lighten the mood. It didn't work per usual and Viral just seemed to get even grumpier, not appreciating it whatsoever. Letting out a soft sigh he glanced at his friend, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry, I'll quit poking fun at you," he replied, "I was only kidding, you know. Disregard who my predecessors might have been, there's not an evil bone in my body." He could certainly get angry, but that was something he attributed to being part Saiyan, certainly not from being evil. He never thought he'd done anything to give cause to worry, perhaps he had if Viral was voicing the idea. If that were the case then he'd reexamine himself at some point and change, simple as that. It probably had something to do with Capsule Corporation. If it weren't for that place being his family's legacy then he'd have been done with it long ago. "What? You think I'll just abandon you for the next big thing?" Vegeta asked, frowning as he crossed his arms, "Viral, as far as I'm concerned you are the pinnacle of my father's achievement. But you are also someone, something that I don't want to recreate. For that reason rather than moving on, or mirroring my father's work, I want to stay with you and help you get as close to perfection as I possibly can. That all aside, you're my friend and a comrade. I'd never abandon you simply for another project, I wouldn't do that."

"I was joking about the master quip, by the way," Vegeta said, smiling slightly, "You know I loathe being referred to as that." Being called 'boss' or 'sir' at work was one thing, they were formalities that came with his position. But those didn't necessarily imply indentured service like being called 'master' did. To him it felt like being called that word symbolized taking away someone's free will and the ability to make their own decisions, and that was wrong on so many levels. It was why the collar program the King had developed was so appalling, he was turning people into mindless drones, made to obey a master they had no business being with. Probably a bit of bias there considering his friends had been effected, but still he hated it. Since Viral's memory was shot they needed to move onto the next step, biological testing. Firstly however, Vegeta wanted to get Viral some energy back. There would be no better time than now in the trial run to see if his invention worked as it should, and with luck it would be a quick replenishment of energy. "If anything the energy will just escape outward, rather than channel back into you," Vegeta remarked, "Blowing up isn't a factor, I made doubly sure that wouldn't happen. It's one of the few certainties of this device." Placing his hand on the top of the small machine he grabbed hold of it, giving it a twist. With a sharp "whoosh" sound the cords retracted, sliding back into the central piece quickly. It then began to glow, and as it did it eased energy out gradually through nodes on the bottom, the same way it had extracted energy. "Can you feel anything? Anything at all?"

Poor Shu, all worked up over his changes. He wasn't in a position like Takeshi where he could just lose his tail either, that would be the quickest if not most crude way to solve things. They could get along just fine without having the Oozaru as a fallback, but eliminating it entirely just wasn't an option for the younger boy. "It's a figure of speech, I don't have any bananas for you," he said, sounding exasperated at having to explain. He hadn't considered this being their father's doing, sort of how they made Viral's transformations happen more frequently as well. But they couldn't do the same thing to Shu, could they? "If father did do this to you, then we can always beat the answer out of him or his men," Takeshi said, grinning as he knocked a fist into his palm, wincing immediately after and giving his hands a shake. Dammit, he had to remember he was hurt. "Ah, shoot! Heh... Well whether it was father or not we're going to fix this. It's obviously worrying you, and I don't want to see you worry, and neither do the others. Just hang in there a little longer buddy, we'll help you just like they're helping Viral."

Convincing Shu that Haku was able to change wasn't going to be easy, he could see that. Couldn't well blame the little guy either, the kid had been a pretty big jerk their first meeting. Since then he had been reclusive, not giving a whole lot of reason for anyone to like him. If there was a chance to get Haku to be friendly then Takeshi would go for it, goodness knows they could use another ally in the fighting. Having a meal with him might help, get some light talk going to ease the tension. Or maybe not, "Well... Maybe he can sit somewhere else, but near us, yeah? So you don't have to be close to him?" Oh, how was he supposed to balance Shu's nerves and Haku being a jerk? It already wasn't the most enjoyable thing in the world, everything in Takeshi told him to hate the kid because he was mean to his little brother, but he couldn't. The other boy's room was nearby, but he stopped in his tracks when Shu began to voice his nerves again, not sounding at all confident. Looking down and smiling sadly, Takeshi leaned over, putting one hand behind his brother's head and touching their foreheads together. "Listen... You are strong, and you are brave. I've seen you fight and do all sorts of brave things, you don't give yourself enough credit. And size has nothing to do with if you can stand up for yourself or not." Letting go of Shu he stood upright again, giving his brother's chest a light poke. "You've got heart, you can stand up for yourself if you think you can. Have some confidence buddy, you're one of the strongest people I know, whether you realize it or not."