"Wow... Viral really did try helping you then huh...? And those bas- Jerks hit you guys? Man what I wouldn't give to get my hands on those creeps..." That had been one of the worst parts on Takeshi's end, he'd seen and even had the displeasure of meeting some of the people who worked in the labs for their father. Sure, a few were unwilling and genuinely apologetic for what they were doing, but most of the scientists and Saiyans took some sort of sick pride in their work. How in the hell anyone could take pride in torturing someone like Shu was beyond him, or for that matter Viral; How did any warrior with an ounce of self respect let themselves torture someone else like that? Hell he wasn't big on honor but even he wasn't going to stoop to that low, it was just wrong. "Well that stuff is never gonna happen again. You're safe now, all of our friends are here and Viral is going to get better soon, so things are looking up, you know? T'charrl will probably get help and you will too, everyone's going to be fine." It was a bit disheartening to admit that he didn't fully believe that himself, but Takeshi would say as much for Shu's sake if not his own. Giving his little brother a smile he got back to his feet, glancing over towards their bedroom door before gesturing for him to get up and offering a hand. "I think that's enough talking for now, don't you? Let's go grab something to eat, then maybe we can see if anyone wants to play, how's that?"

"Oh, us aliens are strange? I hate to break it to you T'charrl but you're an alien to me. Heck, this whole ship is filled with aliens!" Yumi said, smirking as she held up a finger, "But you know what? Aliens are my best friends in the world and I wouldn't have it any other way. If you told me I'd be traveling in space and meeting new races of people a few years ago I'd have probably laughed at you and smacked you for being an idiot. Now? I wouldn't trade it for anything." With the exception of some obvious ones a lot of the people she had met in her travels had been great, and she hoped that as they went on things would only get better. The Namekians were supposed to be friends of Earth, so with any luck they would find someone there to befriend as well. The chances of bringing someone along as they had T'charrl may be slim, but it would be nice all the same to make a friend. Having the conversation drift back to the spirit brought Yumi's mind to a curious place, one where she was somehow making logic of the afterlife on Kaesstra, or she thought she was. If there were spirits elsewhere on the planet then surely they knew the spirit in T'charrl, and it was a simple matter then of asking the spirits where it belonged. "I know how we can find out, you ask them! Someone is bound to know something," Yumi said confidently, smiling as she clenched her hands into fists, "Next time we go back you and me, we'll go talk to as many spirits as it takes. And if they don't answer I'll give them a hard time until they do! Though..." she paused, frowning as she scratched at one of her ears, "I would imagine I can't really threaten a ghost, can I?"

When had Viral woken up anyways? Not five minutes ago Vegeta had been running his bio signs and the Beastman had been asleep, but now he was wide awake and looking fair confused. That was to be expected he supposed, he had sort of knocked out Viral and placed him in the healing tank. Even if it was for his own good no doubt his friend was a little annoyed, so it was only fair he let him out now. Checking to see his condition first Vegeta wasn't overly convinced with what he was being told, but given no other course of action and feeling guilty he decided he would allow Viral to come out. "Alright, if you're certain. Just hold on one second, I'll have you out in no time." Using the controls beside the tank he first went ahead and shut down the filters to recycle the healing liquids, next opening up the drains to allow the tank to empty. Watching as the liquid slowly began to pour into the floor he went on ahead and turned off the oxygen, signaling that the mask could be removed and then finally unlatching the door. With all that said and done he went to a drawer just by the tanks and grabbed a robe and a towel out of it; Viral's clothes were drenched, someone was probably going to have to bring him a new set. Opening up the door Vegeta stood close in case the Beastman needed a helping hand, looking up at him as he offered over the towel. "Well good morning then Viral, if it is indeed morning. I don't imagine you're feeling any better then?"