Viral didn’t see any other way around it, especially considering he was practically losing his mind everytime he went into a transformation. He might as well be killed off because of that, something that couldn’t be fixed should be dumped. If he could find some form of hope in all of this it would have to be given to him by Vegeta, but the guy barely seemed to be caring and wanted to get it over with. Letting out a pretty audible groan he slowly rubbed his head, “I can’t relax…could you relax? Hmm actually you are always acting relaxed…” he mumbled, not seeing it as all that possible to get back to eating and training. He probably could sleep just now, but he would probably end up waking up asking for more pills because his nightmares would be overwhelming with no way to wake up from them. Not exactly happy to hear the possibility of it all taking a week, “What do you intend to feed me with…? Food, probably…wouldn’t think…anything else…but what? It’ll get worse before getting better, or something…hmph, just because you think you can beat me…”

Shu really did feel confused, not exactly sure how he was supposed to understand how scouters worked if he was going to question where ears were on an alien. He should try and groom T’charrl and find out just what was under all that fur, whether he had traditional ears or just little holes. There were so many questions out there but all of them seemed too rude to ask for an answer directly. Scratching his head quickly he slowly looked up towards Takeshi, tilting his head, “I don’t think he’ll hate us being there…unless he’s a big bug again. Maybe he’ll get mad if you teach him something bad? Best not to teach him bad things because you know a lot of bad words, I think!” he nodded in acknowledgement, “I don’t think I’d like swords coming out of me…but I guess my nails sort of be like that when I change…ooh, I don’t like it. I only like having little nails…not big nails. Mister Viral has big nails…and Miss Yumi…but not that big…all scritchy-scratchy! They’re scary…like lots of little swords…”