Viral was supposed to be pretty perfect in terms of being a synthetic being, but things were going downhill. Yumi was trying to be positive but that was certainly easy when it wasn’t happening to you. It was easy for Vegeta and Yumi to be confident in their ability to put up with something like this. Staring at Yumi questionably he slowly looked away, his eyes going back to the table, “I’d rather he didn’t. I am not worth losing sleep over…” he sighed, not entirely pleased with Vegeta’s eagerness to try and fix everything at once. He didn’t like all of this attention, even if he was sick, “I can’t handle having so much attention drawn to me...and now, I’m a walking joke”. If it wasn’t for the external differences he might had been a bit less depressed about this, but so far he couldn’t find any true use for these parts. Frowning just a bit he tilted his head as the doors suddenly swung open, Vegeta emerging with news about the food.

When it came to food Viral was no connoisseur, but Vegeta really went all out with this meal by the sounds of it. He didn’t need all that just because he hadn’t had food in a while, “Garlic…tch, you really want to feed me up when I don’t want to be…” he grumbled, not exactly too pleased with his choice of food. If he was supposed to be being careful with what he did and here Vegeta was trying to make him malfunction mentally. It was a very worrying time to be in and very similar to another problem he once had before, but with this one it brought him a step closer to madness. Feeling particularly moody and tired he did not appreciate Vegeta taking his arm without permission, giving him an angry glare before he looked away, “I’ve tried everything…” he sighed, “Guess the only thing I’ve not tried is transforming because…who the hell would want that noise…”

Choi was feeling pretty good about himself as he continued to fight on with hope that he was going to be able to show Takeshi a thing or two. He had been practicing a lot with his brother and Yumi when time allowed so it was exciting to see how much stronger he and his brother had become, even if they were fighting separately. It wouldn’t be fair to Takeshi if both of them fought him since he would be put at a clear number disadvantage. Throwing his fists around in an attempt to throw off Takeshi he moved around and was immediately forced to block a punch, feeling particularly proud for doing so. Going in once more, he threw a punch but was suddenly grabbed by Takeshi, giving his arm a pull before he was suddenly lifted and thrown into the floor. Gasping, he quickly tried to regain his composure until he noticed the position he was in, trying to pull out of it but there was definitely pain, “Hey c’mon! We don’t even do this in the field! If I was using Ki I would just blast you away!”

T’charrl was surprised how well he was able to hold up against Kabocha, but it was hard to tell whether the guy was meaning to go easy on him or accidentally giving him a chance to gain the advantage. It was pretty difficult to tell, especially when he wasn’t very good at reading different types of energy before he accidentally brought it all into those orbs of his. Throwing around the attacks were certainly helping, he was still able to use basic combat his father taught him in this form, but as he continued he had to watch how aggressive he was getting. With spines on his lower abdomen he had to watch that he didn’t accidentally pierce Kabocha with one or have the guy break them if he proved strong enough to. Feeling pleased with himself that his latest attack managed to bring Kabocha down to the ground, T’charrl moved in again but had to jump back when Kabocha kicked out, “Ah! Big, yes…but I am still Kaesstrian!” he spoke, feeling pretty energetic, “Do not go easy! Can show what Kaesstrian can do, even if like me!”