Yumi had to put stock in Vegeta, he was their best bet of getting Viral healthy again. One way or another it was going to work out, it just had to, they had no other real options. The fact that Vegeta could use his dad's work now too for coming up with a solution made it easier to rely on as well; Working with Aito's notes should tell him everything that would be needed for a cure. If she thought she could understand half the language used around the Beastman maybe she could offer a little help on the side. "To be fair... What's he going to test it on? There's you and just you, and I guess me, but I don't need the same kind of attention. I'd say he hasn't tested it because really how can he?" The best they could hope for was that Vegeta's work fixed at least something... Maybe not all, but enough so that Viral could be a bit happier with himself. Looking ahead to the ship off in the distance Yumi smiled, looking down at Viral and nodding her head. "I'd bet what Vegeta is working on will help solve that, so we just have to wait and see. Maybe after today we can go look into it and see how he's getting along?"

Hearing Choi speak of depression was rather annoying, especially in terms of Viral's problems. They scarcely knew one another and yet he had the nerve to laugh at it; Vegeta was hard pressed not to reach out and smack the boy for what he'd said. In addition to that he also had the nerve to sit there and tell him how he was missing the rest of the crew and their issues, Shu included. "I am well aware of Shu's problems, but he can wait. Viral takes priority at the moment, Shu has support in his brother and friends, something that Viral lacks." Or at least that was something Viral simply could not appreciate. The same resources were available to the Beastman as they were the young Saiyan, Viral simply didn't take advantage of them. Yumi was practically attached to their friend in a fitful attempt to improve his mood and yet very little seemed to have changed yet. "No one told me that, perhaps that's why I've not done anything about it? I can't do anything if I'm not informed, so don't talk to me as though I'm ignoring everyone. If you took just a moment out of your day to tell me this before I'd have done something about it by now."

So while Vegeta and Choi were bent on creating a scene Kabocha thought it best to order some food, and in the process of doing so hopefully keep them from being kicked out. A small roadblock appeared however in the form of not being able to read whatsoever as everything on the menu was written in the Kaesstrian language. To him it was a jumble of symbols and shapes, which he supposed the same could be said if one of these people tried reading Saiyan language. Ordering anything was going to be borderline impossible without T'charrl here as a translator, and they couldn't exactly call him up and ask him what it said. Following where Kai had pointed Kabocha smiled and nodded, reaching over and snagging a few coins from the bag. With money in hand he approached the server as the man was setting a table, tapping him on the shoulder with a smirk. "Hey there! My friends and I are hoping to buy some food, I was wondering if you could tell us what's on these menus though," he explained, showing the coins off. Aha, there was the little glimmer in the waiter's eye, he loved when money talked. In no short order a few select items were explain, mostly the ones containing meats before Kabocha returned to the table. Placing the menu down he showed the now circled items, grinning at Kai. "And you said I've got no patience for people. Check it out, he told me what all of these are!"

It was beginning to look like T'charrl was feeling better, and goodness knows it had taken long enough. All he really needed it seemed was a bit of encouragement, something that seemed painfully simple in hindsight; the painting helped too, probably. Letting the guy suss it out for a moment Takeshi smiled and nodded his head, giving a thumbs up. "Hey, that guy is going to become a hero to his entire people pretty soon, I can't think of anyone else you'd want to be," he said, "I say give it a shot buddy, you can do it." With their being so close to getting back to the city T'charrl sort of had to, but no one was going to say that for obvious reasons. A lot was riding on whether or not their friend could help himself, it would be the difference between going to see the Queen or spending their time here in the ship.

L'esta was quite happy with how things were turning out, and eager to see T'charrl work his way through this. Regardless of how he looked or how strong he had become he was still their Prince, nothing would change that. Even if he was now more powerful than even his father that still didn't change the fact that he was a member of the royal family, or that the Captain had once been his mentor. "Take pride in where you were before, T'charrl. It's what has led you to this point, and what's going to lead you to your future," L'esta added, smiling encouragingly, "You are always welcome back here, no matter where your journeys might take you. I'm sure your parents would feel the same way as well."