Viral really hated the fact he got into this mess and was now dragging Yumi down with him, his inability to get her out of this predicament made him frustrated to high heavens. She shouldn’t need to be included in his problem. “Am I not already grounded anyway? The freedom I wanted has been forever restricted, after all!” It didn’t make a difference, all it meant was he still needed someone watching over him and he was now unable to leave Vegeta’s sight incase he sneaks off or changes again. Even if Vegeta was going to see him like this he wasn’t willing to tell Yumi how he managed to change back last time, but it probably wouldn’t matter anyway since he wouldn’t be able to relax like this. There was just pain everywhere and it was making him very angry, but not at Yumi or anyone else but himself. Groaning as he rubbed his ear, he gave Yumi a quick look before looking away again, letting out a groan when she decided to try and persuade him to ignore the voices. It wasn’t something he could just shut off, he wasn’t even sure if it was his own thoughts that were constantly speaking to him and he was just going mad. “I can’t make out what they’re saying anymore, not like before…” he mumbled, rubbing his head, “Getting used to it is a lot harder than normal when I have a constant sore head. Having nothing to do is already hurting me in more ways than one. I don’t think he realise this…”

T’charrl couldn’t say he would be able to control himself without the Spirit, even with his friends there. Back when he received the artificial energy he wasn’t entirely acquainted with them all so it would had been awfully difficult in its own rights. He really hoped when he got back and was able to change back into his normal state he’d be able to explore his people’s past a little more, maybe even find the Spirit’s name as well. The Spirit had yet to tell its name even in his dreams, maybe something it had forgotten along with his inability to recall his true form, “It might be better, just…you know, make things clearer to me than just something really quickly done”, he spoke, staring at one of the fruit he pulled out of the bag before munching on it. Takeshi probably did that really too quickly, so maybe if he tried again it’d be closer to what he meant. Eating away at his fruit he looked back to Takeshi when he began to question something rather odd, not exactly understanding what he meant, “Umm…I do?” he questioned him, frowning a little, “But you say it all the time, so it must be correct. You know your language better than I know your language, so I thought you know more correct ways to speak than, umm…me. You know? Have I been doing bad? I’ve been trying really hard to figure it all out and how I should act, you know…”