Probably the worst part about all of this was he was not going to get to know how long it would take for him to feel the effects if any at all. He was wanting to know but couldn’t get the answer he needed because they had been in space for so long. A couple of weeks could mean anything depending when they all slept or how long days on that planet were. It made him feel pretty edgy, he didn’t know what he was supposed to feel right now and he was not feeling too well as he tried to think about it. The whole process was making his head hurt quite a lot in the stress. Maybe the medicine could help with that, maybe mellow him out and get him thinking clearly where he clearly struggled was the answer. “Over a year? I was under control for a lot of that time. I don’t see how that’s a fair measurement of time…” he mumbled, rubbing his head, “So long as he gets it right then…hmph, he has a chance of getting it wrong. I doubt my body’s going to like him trying to repair my genes. That’s what I worry about most…”

Viral figured it was going to be similar to what the Saiyans did only in reversal, instead trying to place genes back in instead of removing selected ones for processing. They always figured he’d repair the broken gene that they removed from selected cells, but now his body was self-creating holes when the process used to be self-repair. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think about it, but it definitely shouldn’t be assumed that everything will be so much better as he went through the treatment. The sound of food didn’t go over too well with him either, his mind unable to decide whether it was going to be a good thing to eat or not still. “How do you keep track of time, or are you only calculating it with your sleep cycles…” he spoke, feeling confused, “I can’t sleep so I can’t tell. There’s no sun to tell me when a new day begins, no darkness in this artificial light…what are the length of days we are calculating these weeks by? What am I doing with myself…”