"To say I'm completely relaxed would be a lie. But I'm trying to remain as calm as possible to figure this out," Vegeta replied, glancing over at Viral. A small smile spread across his lips as he stood up from his desk, "Truth be told, I'm rather excited. We've been looking for the source of this for so long and may finally have found it. The fact we might be able to finally get you the help you need has me elated. But I'll celebrate when everything is said and done, not now." It would be a long process, gene therapy. The quickest bit would be making the culture of genes, everything from thereon out was simply a matter of waiting. Lots and lots of waiting. To the question of food the Saiyan merely shrugged his shoulders, placing one hand on the desk as he leaned lazily. "Anything you'd want. It would be a light meal, just something to keep you going for now. It's either that or we give you nutrition intravenously, and I know what a fan you are of that method." Solid food had more going for it anyways, IVs were sort of moot when you could eat an actual meal instead. "What do you mean beat you?" Vegeta repeated, frowning in confusion, "I'm not trying to beat anyone here, only help."

Takeshi didn't know the science behind scouters and he wasn't about to pretend to. All he knew was they picked up sound, could interpret it and pass it through your ear as if you heard it like that. That was how their translators worked, as explained by Vegeta before. If T'charrl really didn't have ears though then that did beg the question of how he heard. Did bugs have ears? Or did they use antennae or something like that? He didn't know, and whatever the case was it was likely unique to Kaesstrians. Since they were visiting their friend anyways they could just ask him, assuming T'charrl didn't mind. "I don't know that many bad words!" Takeshi said, pausing immediately after for a moment, "Okay... Maybe I know a few, but I don't use them that much. Plus no one makes me stop, so why wouldn't I use them?" They were just words as far as he was concerned, he didn't see the big deal. There were way worse things you could teach someone other than words, like how to steal for instance. "Little swords, huh?" Takeshi mumbled, glancing down at his own hands. "No idea what that's like. And Yumi's aren't that big I don't think. Or are they? I don't know, I never really look."