T’charrl was feeling pretty bad, even when Shu tried to cheer him up. He didn’t want to unintentionally hurt his friends by being different all the time so changing back was typically the only way to make his friends feel better, it seemed. He probably should keep trying even if he was tired, seeing how people were uncomfortable with how different he looked all the time. “Umm…no rush. I’m still going to try and do it as fast as I can. Everyone is counting on me”. Well, probably not everyone, but everyone who considered him a friend was. He didn’t know how many that was when they practically picked him up to get him back to normal for his mother so whether they thought much of him after how long it was taking he didn’t really know. He was worried that he was just making them annoyed that he had now spent so long trying and not got anywhere fast. “Yeah…I-I mean, I do want to see her again and she wants me to be normal, so…I should keep working”. He really wanted a break, but this whole thing was getting pretty tight and he was becoming scared that he might never find his true form again. If he couldn’t then his friends probably won’t like him anymore because he made his mother angry. “Uhh, okay I’ll try again. I think I’m ready to try again…okay?”

Viral didn’t much care for medicine at this point, feeling that he was already too far gone for them to even try and yet there they were still trying. The moment his forms surfaced like this that was it in his eyes. He had no feeling to make them go away so they felt like they were stuck there, unable to make them go away. He didn’t know when this damage first started happening or whether the King did this on purpose so that he’d stick with him for help, maybe acting as an ultimatum for his return. It was worrying to say the least, his mind barely able to get passed the fact that it was happening to him. It was the same as his immune system breaking down, only this was his genes starting to crash. He didn’t know how to accept this kind of death, especially when the pain was constant and making him wonder if ending it all was best. “I know. I’m prepared for the worst. I would rather he told me straight rather than hide it from me”. It was just a matter of knowing now rather than wondering, but if Vegeta knew nothing more then he wasn’t going to demand he worked harder. “Hmph, you can ask but I don’t know about cheering up. I’m still not enjoying this: my tail gets stuck sometimes, my horns are too heavy and my arms itch! Half the time I want to scratch things like the wall…or someone’s face…”