Regardless of the negativity or skepticism Viral gave off Yumi refused to back down from her stance. Vegeta was going to solve this, and he was going to do it as quickly as he could. Their friend was a man who got results, it was why he was head of something like Capsule Corp in spite of so many others being capable of taking the job. She could vaguely recall all the board meetings Vegeta had gone through when they were a bit younger, all the older seats fussing over taking the company with Aito's passing. He'd managed to take the seat because he was smarter than them, and he was better at pretty much everything a company head would have to do. The work ethic wasn't always there, especially for the business side of things, but she had seen Vegeta plenty enough to know he was the only one to take over his father's company. If the fact a young kid could run a global corporation wasn't enough to convince Viral then nothing would be, no matter what Yumi said. Glancing over at Viral she made a face at him, sticking out her tongue a bit childishly before smirking, "I prefer 'dedicated', I'm not leaving and that's final. You'll just have to put up with me being stubborn like you always have." Speaking of stubborn, they should really check how Vegeta was getting on with his work. Hardly one for formalities with someone she knew so well Yumi walked right on inside, earning a look of slight annoyance from her friend as she entered. 

It wasn't terribly surprising, he supposed, that Viral and Yumi should come visit him. To the contrary Vegeta was surprised they hadn't come by more often for updates and the like. Hitting the nail on the head with his assumption he figured they had come for the Beastman's medicine, which was partially right. Going to the cabinets he sorted through the numerous pills and solutions they had, finding the plastic container labeled "Viral" and snatching it out, tossing it to Yumi for safe keeping. "You don't sound very happy to have the medicine. Should I retract the subscription?" Vegeta asked, smiling faintly at his dark-ish humor. He knew Viral needed it and would do no such thing, and perfectly understood why Viral was reluctant to take the medicine. Until things had been officially settled however this was a necessary intermediary. Arching an eyebrow at the second request he nodded his head, glancing over at his work on the monitor. "Well... I've managed to sort through your entire genome and isolate the problematic genes, so that's done. I've begun working on examining the protein make-up of those genes as well, and once those are sorted I can really begin my work. I've decided the first bit of your recovery would probably best be handled via a series of stem-cell injections. I can create the genes that you need, or that are damaged and insert them, the rest will be handled automatically. That process will be enough to stabilize you and make it easier to work with your powers."

"Were that the only step necessary I'd be doing it this moment. However, I'm not wholly convinced just gene therapy is going to solve this... While it's true the bulk of your problems are the result of a damaged genome there are other, smaller issues underlying that. Your body has taken extensive damage as a result of all the changing, and we'll need to undergo physical therapy for a short while after you've returned to normal. It should be quick if we do it on Kaesstra, that planet's high solar energy will boost your recovery several times over." In reality Vegeta only had just begun developing the stem cells, it would be a few days until even the first batch was completed. From there they could begin the gene therapy itself, which could take place over an untold number of days, or weeks even. The fact he was expediting the process could lead to complications, most of which he had accounted for. "To put it simply, I have your entire recovery mapped out, as well as the means of accomplishing it. The work behind that is still being done and it'll be a short while before we can put it in effect, but your condition is set to improve drastically within the coming weeks." And with his improvement came the viability of Viral being a real hard hitter in battles to come. That was what the Beastman wanted more than anything as of late, to be able to go out and fight alongside the others. Given that everything worked out as theorized he would have that opportunity again soon.

Getting to Vegeta and asking for help wasn't the problem, the guy was bound to agree. The issue here was Takeshi hadn't a damn clue what he was supposed to ask for. Maybe some kind of medicine, though he couldn't see how a pill was going to change T'charrl back. Some of that therapy stuff would do him some good, maybe, provided Vegeta even had time. Eh... He'd just wing it, go in and ask for some kind of help, surely his friend would know what to offer. Spotting the lab up ahead, and the door wide open the Saiyan cocked his head to the side confused, not sure why the lab would be open like that. Strolling up to it he poked his head inside, pausing right there when he spotted Yumi and Viral inside of the room. Probably a bad time, he knew how touchy Viral was about them hanging around him. Figuring he'd just duck out of the room Takeshi cringed when Vegeta spotted him, and Yumi did as well following his gaze. Cringing inwardly he put on a smile and walked into the room, chuckling awkwardly as he gave a small wave. "Hey guys, uh... Hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was just going to uh, talk to Vegeta... Who looks busy..." What was all that up on the board then? Looked like just a bunch of black streaks and numbers. Maybe it was like one of those ink splotch test things, he'd seen that done on a cartoon once. So was he stepping into some weird therapy session?