Viral was impatient, but he felt in his defence he had every right to be impatient. Nothing had happened for a few days now and he was forced to suffer through sleepless nights and no meals once more. He was just reverting to bad habits and it was making him incredibly testy. With Vegeta not finding any answers at all made him pretty angry, his mind unable to comprehend how hard it actually was to find something genetically wrong. Finding the idea of having to wait around for outsiders to call back made him angry as well, even though it shouldn’t really, “Saiyans are impossible…the rebels are impossible! If they just retreated and left the Saiyans to deal with whatever it is then we could move on!” Frustrated, Viral stood up again and let out an aggravated sigh, his tail even twitching in annoyance as he turned away. There had to be something missing, but if there was nothing in his blood then who knew where it was without taking some more extreme measures, “And you’ve not considered looking into my brain? Not even my spinal cord?? You have to have something in mind that doesn’t involve more of my damn blood!”

Shu didn’t mind putting it off for another day, maybe it could be looked at in the field instead of inside a ship with only one person to help him. He really had no desire to try and control his anger when he could instead play and train with his brother. He really needed to get back into practice, his hope to be useful again needing to be rekindled once more. Jumping at Takeshi’s arm and trying to wrestle it, hoping to get him up and playing with him too. Growling lightly as he twisted around and pulled at him, looking to him every so often before he finally decided to move. Letting out a squeal as Takeshi rolled onto him, Shu wriggled around to try and get out before kicking at Takeshi with rapid pushes, “No! I’ll win! I’ll be the strongest ever!” he squealed, throwing his tail out to try and whack Takeshi in the side so that he could instead leap at him.