Viral felt so empty, finding it hard to find any sense of belonging as he was told all of this. He didn’t want to feel like this, but with Aito forcing it onto him he couldn’t stop wondering who he might had been if they never conducted the experiment. He probably wouldn’t exist at all but there was no telling what would had become of him. He was not able to understand what any of this meant for himself and was just left confused and questioning his purpose even more, his condition not helping any when getting stressed. “’So old’?? I don’t age…I can’t age! I have plenty of time…it’s Vegeta who doesn’t…” he growled, still holding his head in confusion and frustration, “All I did was ruin it for him by being so…easy to control…”

He really was a pathetic creature. He couldn’t make up for what he’d done and was doomed to a life of guilt. To take the life of another even before he was born just made him confused about his true place in life and whether he really had one in the first place. He didn’t know if artificial creatures could ever belong, he had never felt he had belonged so it must’ve been true for ones created from stolen life too. He didn’t know how much stress he caused June because of her involvement with his creation, even if she volunteered for it. It didn’t matter what Aito said or what he thought of him, he was still always going to be seen as an experiment first which is exactly what the Saiyans saw him as too. They used his genetic make-up for their own experiments, tossed him around like a ragdoll and didn’t give him the same treatment they gave Shu when they experimented on him, being left to feel all the pain and anguish the experiments caused him rather than give him any rights as a living creature.

He was angry with the knowledge that he had been granted about his past and how much attention he had been given, but knowing that he was sure that was what he remembered the most after being released from his frozen state. The bitterness of the lack of attention he received probably carried on over, but it wasn’t only him who was affected in that fashion. Vegeta probably picked up his lack of attention and willing to bury himself in work from Aito because he had done the same when he was little. Vegeta didn’t spend much time with him once he was old enough to look after himself and when Yumi left he had nothing, just left to watch the television and forbidden from going outside the building once they were done paying attention to him. The most he had been allowed to do was go hunting with the pair, but other than that he wasn’t allowed to go near populated areas.

“I probably didn’t know anything about the world…and I certainly didn’t when I came out of that tube! I didn’t know anything apart from the instinct to kill. I was confused, I didn’t know what I was or why Vegeta released me…I had no other instincts to prepare myself for the outside world except natural ones. Maybe I wouldn’t had been so afraid when I learned I could manipulate my energy and change into a monster-…I just…couldn’t…” He remembered the first time he changed into the lizard creature after being unfrozen, how the scientists found him and locked him away into isolation for a month to assess whether he was dangerous or not. He remembered that well and how Vegeta was made to believe he had gone to de-stress, even if he returned looking drained after lack of sunlight to rejuvenate his energy levels.

Letting out a groan he slowly leaned towards his legs, groaning before his eyes went to Aito as he gave him a pretty straight forward answer. While it was getting into ‘too much information’ territory it was still essential for him to understand how he came to be, but knowing that didn’t ease his confusion. So that technically made him part Saiyan too, but that didn’t make him feel any better. He couldn’t do anything a Saiyan could so that part was probably extremely diluted or removed altogether when they reworked his genes. “I would had been normal if you didn’t pull me out of June, is that it? Did you remove the Saiyan that would had come with your genes too?”

Feeling fairly defeated he lowered his head, releasing it from his grasp. He didn’t know if he even wanted a normal life since he didn’t know what it felt like, his instincts also keeping him from the desire; however, it was more June he wondered about. He didn’t know if Vegeta was an apology to her for not getting a real son, a show of love that they were capable of having a child that wasn’t given a pre-birth purpose. When Aito began to talk about why he had been created he didn’t know if it was supposed to be seen as an honour or if he was a tool to fulfil this purpose. So he was just a weapon, designed to destroy those who would do wrong to the Earth. He had failed that task when he was captured, everyone else proving to be stronger than him and continuing to grow in strength as he rested at the bottom of the pool.

He didn’t know how to feel, his head hurting pretty bad and his mind confused beyond true thought. He couldn’t compete with a Saiyan, he was on the lower end of the chain regarding power. Whatever purpose had been given to him he had long since lost it, making him feel even more defeated and unable to see a way to climb back up to the top. With his eyes to the floor as he tried to think through the negativity he eventually sighed, slowly standing up looking like he was ready to leave. “I was the first to be defeated by the Saiyans when they came to Earth. I was the first to be captured”, he spoke, leaning towards him, “You failed in creating the perfect weapon. I failed in upholding that purpose. It doesn’t matter what way you look at it. Making me healthy will make no difference in how I feel or alter my position in this group. What use is a protector that can’t even protect himself? Besides, Vegeta’s stronger than me, anyway…”