Viral could had gone on all day without this hassle, but that was going to be impossible for him no matter what. He wasn’t sure whether he would ever catch a break at this point and was simply waiting for everything to get better now through medical means. He hated having to rely on something other than his own abilities to get through the day and today was definitely one of those times where everything could go wrong. He really didn’t want to have to be carried by Yumi nor did he want to be taken out of this environment, but he was going to have to if he was going to make Yumi happy and give her something else to change into while he was getting checked up on. Frowning when she decided to approach him he was somewhat dreading being taken into the air by her, not exactly expecting her to end up carrying him like a damsel. Grunting when he was lifted off the ground he looked down to the ground as if regretting his decision to let her carry him, letting out a groan. “Just-…just don’t drop me, okay?” he grunted, his eyes remaining fairly fixed on the ground before she decided to take off, going pretty fast once she was able to. He really wasn’t used to this flying thing and really hated to not be in control at all, already finding it pretty difficult to not panic about her possibly dropping him accidentally.
 
The other people here seemed to be fairly okay with their sudden drop in, a glance only being made because they were not Kaesstrians. It wouldn’t be such a big deal to move if they had to, they had containers keeping their food together so it was fine if they had to go somewhere else. Opening his container, Kai gave a glance over at Choi who was still staring out over the city, looking more like he was stuck in a little plan that involved taking a building and calling it home. It was a little silly to think that big when they were hardly anywhere near rich enough to even think about settling anywhere on an alien world. Going to eat the strange food that looked like some weird fruit dish he soon stopped when Vegeta asked a fairly honest question, raising his eyebrows momentarily. “Oh, I exchanged it”, he said calmly, giving a nod, “They really seemed to love the currency because they had no clue what it was. Told them it was Saiyan currency and they went and gave us what’s practically a mountain of cash to these people. Maybe you should exchange that weird Earth money of yours and see what you get…”
 
T’charrl felt pretty exhausted just from changing back, finding the whole ordeal to be too much for him on top of how much stress he went through to get to that point. The hardest part was always going to be changing back and forth against his will if this was going to be a continuous thing that happened despite thinking he had gained self-control. Looking fairly out of it he stared into nothingness for a few moments, his eyes slowly looking up to Takeshi when he gave his shoulder a brief pat. The Prince was slowly coming into view, his noodly Saiyan form gradually not looking so squiggly anymore in time. Maybe it was the shock from the wound that was making it particularly hard to focus again, especially when any wound like that was going to hurt an awful lot and bleed just as much as any small wound. Hearing Takeshi’s suggestion made him feel not too sure about him having a look, especially when he remembered what Takeshi acted like around him even in his dazed condition. “You…hate my hair…”