The only thing Yumi could do right now was avoid Viral and try to think of a way to help him. Pretty difficult to think things through when something was trying to maul your face off, this might take a moment. Striking her friend would only make things worse even if she had this reflex to do so while being attacked, instead she would have to keep moving around. Jumping over the Beastman she have him a kick in the rear, just attempting to keep space between them for her own safety. Setting her feet back on the floor she looked over her shoulder and was made to jump away yet again, Viral was giving her no breathing room. As if dodging just his physical self wasn't bad enough that erratic energy sprouting off of him was probably dangerous too. If it was like his regular energy then it would be quite hot, being hit by that would obviously be bad. "Viral, you have to stop! I don't want to fight you!" Yumi said, gasping as she was nearly cleaved down her front by a set of claws. Not sure what to do whatsoever she kept moving away from Viral, desperately trying to find a way to stop him. Restraining him would be best but that meant getting in close, and burned in the process. Worst case she'd do that, but only if nothing else worked. "Please Viral, stop fighting!"

Dishes wasn't normally something Takeshi did, unless he was at home, they usually managed to stick that fun job on someone else. Doing it now wasn't all bad though, it meant he and Shu could get away from the others, and with luck the latter would perk up a bit. Plus they should give T'charrl a bit more time, seeing how nervous he was before. Last thing they should do is walk in on him while he was trying to have some alone time and make him feel bad or uncomfortable. Gathering up the plates and serving dishes he delegated Shu to cleaning up the silverware and glasses, an easy enough job. For anyone but the little Saiyan anyways, most people would stack the cups and stick the silverware inside of it. In his infinite wisdom however Shu just clumped it all together in his arms, making quite the scene of cleaning up as he jumped off then off of the table. Seeing the twins' reaction, Takeshi chuckled slightly, being a bit embarrassed by his brother's antics. "He's enthusiastic... That's good right...?" Probably best to get in the kitchen, make sure Shu wasn't shoving utensils down the garbage disposal. Kicking in his seat with his foot Takeshi hurried after his brother, relieved to find the little guy just standing there idly. "Set it on the counter next to the sink, I'll clean it," he said, placing the plates down just to the side of the sink. Looking around and poking through the cabinets he found a sponge and some soap, rolling up his sleeves and turning on the water to get started.

He didn't have to cook and he didn't have to clean, it was almost like being home again. Though the bed back home was certainly nicer, and he had more than just this armor and odd Earth clothing to wear. Waving off Takeshi and Shu, Kabocha started for the door, set on finding his folks and making sure they were behaving themselves. His father was more or less a spineless slug since leaving Kortal, and his mother was even more crazy than usual. He couldn't help but imagine walking in to find his mother beating up his old man, or yelling her head off over something silly. That was pretty normal for his family, yet those two stayed together and were supposedly happy. Whatever, love was confusing. "Har har, very funny," Kabocha said, glancing back at Choi before smirking, "Speaking of eating... I wonder what Shu would do if I told him you were hiding fruit from him?" He'd let that sink in, it would be a nice little card to play if he ever felt like getting back at that trickster Choi. Waving to the twins again he left the mess hall behind and strolled out into the corridor, humming to himself as he began the walk back to his room.