"I suppose covering it up is preferable... To a degree. If it eases your pain then it's not bad, but it's not a solution either..." That was the real struggle, finding a solution. To find that much they needed the problem to begin with. Time and time again Vegeta had told himself this, and yet his efforts were fruitless. He hated hearing Viral say medicine was his only option. Whether that was the case or not it was disheartening to hear, it was the equivalent of being backed into a corner. All the more reason to work harder, all the more reason to figure this out. At this point he was exasperated, not with Viral but with himself. For all his intellect this eluded him, why? Why couldn't he solve this? Was his father's level of work so far above him that he couldn't grasp it well enough? He was just about to answer Viral's questions when something caught his eye on the display. Thinking it first just as a trick, having been staring for so long, Vegeta double checked to be certain. On his father's work, the original, there was a series of genes that looked to be intertwined almost. In Sayomi's early work they were disheveled, but still clumped together. And the most recent? One almost looked to be missing, and another smaller than before. Meaning that the genes had quite literally vanished or been deactivated. But how? What would have caused that?

Vegeta though it too good to be true, so he had to check once more. There it was, plain as day, an in-congruent set of genes. What they related to and how they had changed weren't clear just yet, but they were definitely different. "No way... Has it been this the whole time...?" Obviously not, the genetic mapping showed it was over time. Genetic deterioration... It could be the explanation to Viral's problems. Difficult to cause but not impossible, and it was a safe assumption that the Saiyan's could have unknowingly caused it. Okay, so now they had something to go off of, but this didn't tell them everything. Now came the hard part of deciphering precisely what these were, though he already had a safe guess. Considering the symptoms Viral was displaying it was likely they were tied to his energy, and somehow furthermore to his transformations as well. In theory then correcting these anomalies would make things right. But how was he supposed to do something like that? And what's more, there were still more genes to go over. This might not even be the whole issue, just a part of it. But it was a start, more than they have had up until now. "Viral... I think I might have found your problem."

All Takeshi felt like doing at that moment was lying down, maybe just put an ice pack there or something. If Shu had any idea how uncomfortable he was feeling the little guy probably wouldn't be hopping about like a rabbit. Shu didn't understand what his brother was getting at, surprise surprise, to which the older boy could only groan. "Family, kids," he said shortly, glancing over as his sibling came near. Seriously? As if his being sprawled out, groaning in pain wasn't explanation enough Shu still had to ask? "Because you knocked me in the groin you dope!" Takeshi retorted, sitting up abruptly as he did so. In rising he applied pressure, wincing before laying back down. "Ah... Gonna whiz red..." Dramatics aside the pain was already easing up, it was more the surprise of it all. Somehow the younger boy began to think something was inherently wrong with him now, despite not having been the one who was struck. Glancing up, Takeshi lifted his hand, prodding Shu in the forehead with two fingers. "No you're not boring, and I do like playing with you. I'm just... Lying down for a second. Why don't you decide what you want to do next?"