Resorting to the pills was never a good thing. Vegeta still loathed the idea of using them at all, but was reluctant to admit they did work. Viral was certainly easier to work with while using the medicine, albeit it was hard to appreciate that with all the negatives too. Just another reason to help the Beastman get better, no more of that blasted medicine. He know Doctor Ikura was only trying to help by prescribing it, and some therapeutic talk was supposed to coincide the prescription. Vegeta wouldn't try pretending he was a therapist, his knowledge of that was miniscule compared to a professional's. "Would it be bad of me to say I wouldn't mind you running out?" he asked, smiling faintly, "I just loathe the idea of being dependent on medicine. That's not solving the problem, it's just covering it up. Don't take that the wrong way, I'm for your using it if it helps, but I don't want to keep you on it much longer." Another reason he couldn't help with therapy, he was much too attached to Viral. Regardless of what the Beastman believed, Vegeta was nothing but sympathetic towards his friend. It was impossible for him then to be utterly objective without letting his personal feelings get in the way. 

Takeshi might ask what Shu was doing, why he was thrashing about like... Well like a monkey. He might have asked if he could form a remotely coherent sentence right now. The only noise escaping his lips were groans and winces, his hands defensively lingering over his nether regions. Shu didn't just hit him there, that was near a proper kick. Sheesh did it hurt something fierce too. And the little guy was celebrating all while he was hunched over in pain! What a little twerp. Watching his sibling's display as he fell onto his butt, Takeshi followed suit, sitting down much more gingerly than Shu had. "Ah.... I didn't make you do nothing..." he groaned, leaning forward and hanging his head. "Sheesh... Well for starters say goodbye to your nieces and nephews you just crushed..." It would subside soon enough, but until then it was just pure discomfort. Leaning back he sprawled out on his back, his legs pulled up and pressed together almost defensively. Staring up at the high ceiling he ran a hand over his face, sighing softly. "I don't know... You pick again... I'll do whatever."