Vegeta would admit Viral had a fair point, changing probably wouldn't solve anything. Not that he expected it to, he'd merely been voicing an idea. Genetics was where his focus was going to be now, everything else was almost a whim until he saw that through. "Since I can't say with any certainty what would happen... Perhaps it's best we don't try that," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. "It won't do any good for the genes, and now that I hear the idea it's... Well borderline idiotic. Transforming now would only agitate the genes further and could cause more damage. Ideally the best course of action now is to keep you as you are, unfortunately. At least until I can stabilize your condition so you can change back safely." No use in causing further damage when the solution was at last on the horizon. Having to sit tight and be in constant discomfort wasn't going to be fun whatsoever, but unfortunately that was all Viral could do right now. Until they had the gene samples cultivated there was nothing more that could be done for him, other than administering medicine to stifle any pain. "At any rate... Do you want to return to your room after this, Viral? I've got enough material I can begin running tests, meaning you don't have to come back to the medical ward if you don't want to."

Hah, Choi was getting all miffed at him. Takeshi was aiming to irritate Choi to the point of making a mistake, and now he could see if that would pay off. Grinning as he backed away, the Prince thumbed his nose, taunting his friend all the while. It worked like a charm and in came Choi with a vengeance, darting straight ahead and looking properly miffed. Raising both of his arms to block the first punch he smiled amused, watching as his friend began moving around to throw more and more strikes. It was a bit tricky keeping up, Takeshi wasn't the most deft on his feet and had to pivot quickly to keep the punches from landing. He didn't think Choi was this quick, albeit he still wasn't fast as Shu. Even with the slower speed, blows got through. Nothing super serious, but enough to make him flinch as he was struck. This was getting them nowhere, the attacks weren't solid enough to beat him and it was just dragging on. Blocking another punch he smirked before jumping up, disappearing as he darted away. He landed then right in front of Choi, crouched down as he glanced up with a smile. Drawing back one arm he tried to land a punch right on the underside of his jaw, hoping to catch him off guard. 

Kabocha figured he could be a bit more direct, T'charrl certainly seemed to be handling himself well enough. Given he was no Shu when it came to raw speed, at least not sustained speed anyways. For one good burst though he could move pretty fast, using Ki to bolster his agility. Dashing right at the Kaesstrian he easily avoided the grabbing claws of his friend, landing a solid kick on one of the orbs on accident. It was shockingly hard, it felt like kicking a solid rock, only it didn't break. There was little time to be surprised however as he found a set of claws around his middle, he'd been caught. Gasping in surprise he had to hastily raise both hands, catching an incoming punch. Since he used both for that he had nothing for the second, taking a blow to the chin that made his head spin. Another to the chest, and another to the shoulder, he was taking all sorts of blows. At last he managed to block both fists, grabbing hold of them with a grunt as he forced T'charrl to stop. Swinging himself he got his feet on the Kaesstrian's chest, and with a lot of effort began pushing against, either trying to strain his arms into making T'charrl let go or just giving up and kicking him in the chest, whatever worked.