Transforming was a bad idea, Vegeta would openly admit that. "Heh... Perhaps I could use a little rest after all," he said, smiling sheepishly as he rubbed at his face. He was hardly at the top of his game when he was making faulty suggestions, it would be best for everyone if he went and took a nap after this. When had he last slept anyways? Soundly, that is. Last night had been a whole 3 hours, not much considering he'd been up for about 15 now. If he was going to go rest then Viral needed to find something else to do for the time being. Either retire to his room or go with Yumi, those were the only two that immediately came to mind. "Perhaps you could stay with Yumi? Unless you're tired I'm sure she won't mind spending time with you," he suggested, glancing over at her for confirmation. "It isn't as if the tests I'll be running need you present anyways. I'd hate to make you sit around any more than I already do."

"Yeah, I'm sure we could find something to do Viral," Yumi added, smiling kindly, "Whatever you're in the mood for I'm fine with, I don't feel like just going back to my room either." Training was likely off the table in his current state, as would any physical activity most likely. Well, there was always the library, though neither of them were exactly avid readers. One thing that really stunk about being onboard a ship was you couldn't go very far, so exploring or taking a nice walk outside was out of the question, unless they felt like suffocating. Tapping her chin thoughtfully with a finger she cocked her head to the side, humming lightly. "We coooould... Oh I don't know, maybe see if there's movies or anything in the recreation room? Or find some games or something, just something to pass the time." She was open to anything, so long as it wasn't detrimental to Viral's well being.

Vegeta figured he was about done with Viral for the day, Yumi was more than capable of taking things from here. It was a bit disheartening, thinking the Beastman needed what was essentially a caregiver. Well, not that he would need one for much longer. This genetic therapy would work out, it just had too. Viral had been suffering for much too long, it was owed to him by now that he get better. Whatever higher power there might be he'd get on his hands and knees and beg if that was what it took, he would go to that extreme to see Viral healthy again. "I'll let you two sort your plans out, I'm going to check on the food," Vegeta said, getting up from his seat, "If I do need you Viral I'll come get you. Likewise, if you need me then let someone know and I'll come to where you are." No sense in making the Beastman run around, those who were in better health could do that for him. Giving his friend a pat on the shoulder he went back to the kitchen, checking on the food to see how it was coming along.

Sure, using Ki as attacks was pretty much off limits, that was a given. But no one said anything about using it to bolster speed. Besides, Takeshi knew he was one of the slowest of the group, so really how bad was it giving himself a speed boost? Being pummeled by Choi was hardly his idea of a good time, so with a bit of a surge he jumped up and vanished, circling as he debated on what to do. Grinning at an idea he landed just before the other boy, cocking an arm back and throwing an uppercut. As he expected it missed by a wide margin, as he'd hoped it would. Moving as quick as he could with his little boost he vanished, Choi punching through an afterimage instead of the real thing. This time around Takeshi stopped by Choi's side, crouched low as he tried to sweep the Saiyan's legs out from under him. If that worked he'd grab hold of his friend and begin to spin, hoping to get a bit of momentum before sending him flying.

So, being grabbed and pummeled on by a giant insect alien kind of sucked. Quite a bit actually, Kabocha wasn't having fun at all. T'charrl's grip was surprisingly solid as were his strikes, he was clearly not someone who was a pushover. Not that he had underestimated the Kaesstrian after seeing him fight before, but he'd just not expected this level of power. Having to break out of this hold somehow he pressed his feet against his comrade's chest, pushing with his legs to try and get free. When that did no good he instead gave a good hard kick, accidentally smacking the orb on T'charrl's chest. Wincing as he was released he moved away, worried what striking those repeatedly might do. Or worse still if he broke one, what would that cause? He was really going to need to be more mindful of where he hit. "I'm not stopping just because that hurt!" Kabocha said, dashing back in for another attack. He tried to come at T'charrl with just a flurry of punches, trying his damnedest not to strike any of the several orbs again.