Viral was angry at Vegeta, there was no doubt about that. He was angry that he would give up so quickly and blame himself for something so important for so long only for it to not appear to work. If he didn’t have any of Vegeta’s work then there would be nothing left for him to hope for and he was just throwing that all away like it was nothing. “You think I would still be living if you didn’t work on this?? The hope that you would be able to find me a cure to my problem was all that mattered to me and all of that helped me hang on when everything else seemed useless! You think I have the willpower to fight off this pain…this sickness for that long?? I would be dead!” There was little reason to remain alive and fighting if he couldn’t win the battle by himself, it would’ve been a wasted effort. Even with his tenacity and honourable mentality he wouldn’t be able to keep together long enough before he completely lost it. Glaring down at him he soon narrowed his eyes and looked away, letting out a deep sigh. He saw no reason for that to be something to brag over or get angry, only something to feel rather solemn yet embarrassed about it. “I just…wanted to protect. Nobody was hurting that thing and you were all struggling! I couldn’t let anybody die because I was too sick to do anything…”

T’charrl was struggling to find sense or balance after all that, his senses overwhelmed by the stench and his mind still foggy after changing. He had much more advanced senses than the others and much more complicated too, but with his antennae being the primary source of his senses he struggled to keep it together and focus on walking straight. He just needed to get to the water, despite how scared he was of it. Slowly moving along he tried to look in front of him at the path he was taking, not seeing much other than an array of colours. “I-I…didn’t want people to…see me like that…” he mumbled, his speech slurred, “Nobody…nobody should see me f-for what I am…” Getting a fright when he felt a sudden wash of wet and cold against his claws he looked down, not too sure whether he had just stepped in really muddy grass or the water really was green. Groaning he slowly moved further in, eventually dropping off his feet and paws and sitting on the water. He was dizzy and not feeling good at all, his skin burning and feeling uncomfortable.

Shu was in a bit of a panic, not feeling too sure whether he should try and be nice to these people or show that he had some sort of authority when he truly didn’t. He would be living a lie at that point and that would never be good. Looking quickly to Takeshi he frowned, eventually turning around with a squeaky huff. “You stay! No move! No!” he spoke quickly, “Like I said, yes! I can do this by myself…” If Takeshi went against his word he would be rather angry at him. Takeshi shouldn’t be the one who had to see to everything. Waiting for the Namekians to arrive he got a little anxious, shuffling his feet as he waited for them to approach, his eyes going to the biggest guy immediately. Now that guy was a scary looking man, the aliens looking strong and imposing. Lowering his head a little he gasped when one turned to him, immediately grabbing his tail. “U-Uhh…me? We? Or me?” he spoke quickly, getting confused, “I-I’m friend…I’m friend! We came asking for help and find crashed ship! Bad ship was bad with monsters, so we kill them…umm, i-is that okay…?”