Viral wasn’t fully set mentally for hearing any more bad news when it came to his condition, but he’d rather it was over and done with. He didn’t know what could be a positive breakthrough this early so it could only get worse from here on, especially when he was limited to barely being able to do anything at all. For his age Vegeta was intelligent and certainly carried the weight of determination with his work, but he didn’t fully believe he’d be able to fix anything that might be wrong with him on a genetic level. He didn’t help create him and obviously wasn’t there for the process, meaning he had to start from scratch to get this thing sorted. He didn’t know how the process was done or how to fix it, meaning he had to start from scratch and figure out passed his parent’s flaws when creating him and all those failed prototypes. He didn’t have much faith in Vegeta because of his lack of knowledge, even if he was a good person for trying. “The planet was hidden from the radars the first time we found it, so I don’t know what he’s thinking if he assumes we’ll find it again in the same planetary orbit. I don’t know what he aims to find there other than energy. Could’ve gone to any other mild planet…”

Viral was pretty annoyed at himself for once again disrupting all their plans and preparations all because he couldn’t control his own body. It was a nightmare to say the least and everybody who didn’t care for him were probably pretty pissed at them for sending them through space so much just to find a cure. The rebels were getting ready to fight the King while having to deal with their own strange problems, they were needing to get reinforcements and who knew how many on the ship were actually itching to get to the King themselves and finish it once and for all. He didn’t care for his own vengeance right now, it seemed like a wasted effort when he was practically shackled and pulled down with nowhere to go and nothing to hope for until someone brought him the key. The key to fixing everything seemed so far away or didn’t exist, making him feel pretty useless and hopeless. He just wanted to battle and be free, but all this tying down was just bringing terrible emotions and stress to the surface. “What if I started to insult you because of these frustrations, then would you leave? Whatabout that Saiyan twin, would you leave if he wanted to be with you? You can’t hang around me forever. I could stop talking and you wouldn’t be able to find a reason to listen, then you’ll leave, won’t you? If complaining doesn’t do your head in, I bet silence will as I mull over my very existence in this twisted form”.