So the Saiyans were just mindless idiots, smacking around anything and everything for their amusement; Takeshi hardly counted himself and Shu among them, maybe it was that half-human side of them that made them less prone to violence. This was, of course, barring his own anger issues of course, something that certainly belonged to a Saiyan. Not thinking about that whatsoever though Takeshi was instead debating on how best to perk Shu back up, this whole conversation and his botched attempt at helping only serving to upset the little guy. There were a handful of ideas he had, a few of which were more or less guaranteed to work. If nothing else could bring a smile to Shu's face fruit was always a safe bet. "I'm sure everyone's looking for some way to relax, so I doubt they'll mind," the older boy said, chuckling as he watched Shu bounce to his feet in his usual energetic way, "Who knows, maybe Vegeta even will want to play, just to get his mind off of things, you know? Everyone's got to let loose now and again, otherwise you'll go nuts." Who might want to play though? Yumi probably, and if they weren't busy and were over their little fright from before the twins may well join them too. Kabocha probably wouldn't, Haku would if he was told to, that pretty much left T'charrl, Viral and Vegeta. Now what could their entire group play... "Oh! I got it!" Takeshi said, beaming as he stopped at the door, "We'll play ball! We can go to the hangar, it's huge and mostly empty, and we'll set up nets! I bet you'll love that game buddy, it's a ton of fun. I'll teach you how to play." Not that he really knew himself, he'd only seen it now and again being played by other kids. Kicking the ball across the ground and into nets, that sounded like an alright time to him.

"No, it doesn't matter if you're one of 'my people', it's just... Oh never mind, it's not that important," Yumi replied, smiling as she waved a hand dismissively. Glancing at T'charrl she gave him a curious look, relieving another itch on her ear idly, "I heard the Saiyans came to your world, weird that they would just leave. I mean it's good, but they're usually really nasty to whatever place they go. I wonder why it is they just left." Kaesstrians might not be all that powerful compared to some other races but they sure could fight still, evident in almost killing the boys and Viral. It struck her somewhat odd that the Saiyans then didn't try to conscript anyone, but then they may not have been aware at all of what they could do. Certainly for the best, with everyone who has been afflicted by those creeps it was nice to find a world left alone by them. "Well the war is technically over, isn't it? I mean aside from some jerks here and there no one's fighting anymore, so maybe the spirits will be happy about that? And you did technically end the fighting, so maybe they'll be happy to help you?" It was sweet in a way, how T'charrl was trying to help out the spirit. He was the one afflicted with all of these kinds of problems and yet he was more concerned in helping out what was in him, that was really a kind move on his part. Sure, in doing such a thing T'charrl was helping himself, but just from the way he spoke Yumi could tell he wanted to help too. With that conversation out of the way she smiled at her friend, reaching out abruptly and grabbing his hand before giving him a small tug towards the door. "Alright, let's get out of this dark room and go do something, hm? We're still technically on vacation so let's have some fun!" Pushing the door open she hurried on out, not even giving T'charrl a chance to rebuke and stopping fair quick when she saw Shu and Takeshi coming out of their room nearby. "Oh, hi boys!"

Right away Vegeta could see Viral's condition hadn't improved, or if it did it was marginal at best. Shame considering he'd spent the better part of a day inside of a healing tank, though it did help to shed some light on the Beastman's problems; Any exterior injury or major internal injury would have been healed, so the fact that Viral was still ill meant it was certainly still a genetics issue, or potentially an issue with his energy even. Gene therapy at best probably would only prevent physical deterioration, as for actually sorting out his powers that was something Vegeta just couldn't tackle yet. Now that Namek was within their sights, feasibly anyways, maybe he wasn't going to have to. Handing the Beastman a towel he stepped back from the door, letting Viral get out on his own accord before offering over the robe. "Cold...? Can you elaborate at all? What do you mean by cold?" Far as descriptions went just saying 'cold' was awfully vague. Was it internal? External? Was it a case perhaps of his blood feeling cold and constricted, or could it be some other unforeseen condition entirely? Surely it wasn't the gene therapy causing it, there was nothing in the notes to suggest such a possible side effect. Once the robe had been taken Vegeta glanced up at the clock in the room, letting out a sigh as he placed a hand on his hip. "I suppose it's good that you're awake, we can go and discuss with the others what we'll be doing once we reach Namek. We have Sasha and Ricken coming to bring us coordinates for the planet, and I suppose they'll be assisting us in collecting the Dragonballs. Just think... Another few hours and you'll be cured."