"Humans would and do keep trying, I've seen it dozens of times. Do you think humanity's history is free from failure or mistakes?" Aito asked, "Our entire race, humans and Saiyans alike, have had hardships and difficulties throughout generations, but they never stopped trying. Being alive means facing those hardships and persevering through them, defeating your demons so to speak. For some its easier than others, but that doesn't mean you should stop trying. Hell... I failed countless times before I ever succeeded in creating you Viral, more than I can remember. I figured that through all the difficulties though I was bound to learn something, and next attempt would be better. Your own creation is a testament to not giving in to a struggle, and so too will your recovery." Nothing really was ever easy in regards to the Beastman, but then that probably came with his being what he was. From birth until now it had been nothing but an uphill battle, and he'd really not had the support he needed. Perhaps now, with both Aito and June back from Otherworld, not to mention the almost dozen others around them, maybe Viral could get that support. "It will be temporary, but only in that it'll be used until I develop a true solution. And besides, I should be able to make it last a fair amount of time, even if its temporary. I'll aim for a few days between each dosage, but we'll see what I get."

Just how long might this serum last, Aito wondered. Without preliminary tests there was no absolute certain estimate, but he had made the dosage fairly moderate, hoping to at the very least give Viral three days reprieve. If they got more out of it then he'd leave it as it stood, and if not he'd increase the dose by small increments until they got the desired results. Realistically this serum would not be the real cure and he knew that, but something similar may well prove to do the trick down the road. For now however temporary relief was their primary concern, something just so Viral could be at ease with himself. Watching as the centrifuge continued to whirl about he let out a sigh, leaning against the counter and running a hand along his face tiredly. Since they had come back he'd done very little sleeping, or eating for that matter, which was really nothing new for him. It wasn't so much the deprivation that made him weary, but more the pressure of the work they had on their hands. Before it was always working with a stranger, and while he wished the best for them their meetings were brief, almost impersonal. Viral was in every sense his son, so there was far more personal desire and pressure to sort this out.

"Come on now, old man, don't tell me you need a break," Vegeta teased lightly, smirking as he continued tinkering with his latest invention. Per request of Aito he was developing an auto-injector, one that with a simple button press would administer the serum designed to stabilize Viral. In practice and actuality it was a very simple device, essentially just a syringe with a trigger that would administer the drug for the patient. Due to the nature of Viral and his transformations however they were being particularly careful with regards to durability, and also ease of use. On the side he was working on a small firearm as well, one specifically designed to fire off one of the vials if need be. That was only if it was too dangerous to get close to the Beastman, though with a quick enough administration of the serum they shouldn't need it. Snapping the final piece of the injector in place, Vegeta smiled confidently, pulling up the goggles he'd been wearing to meld the bits of metal together. "There... It's a little heavier and bulkier than your typical injector, but it'll work for us just fine," he explained, glancing over at Viral and holding it up to show, "I don't suppose you've got anything you can carry this in, do you? If not I'm sure we could find something."

Takeshi was feeling pretty lousy after their play time, what with T'charrl having been upset the whole time. It was tough to enjoy yourself when someone in the group wasn't up to it, especially not when you were the reason why. The Kaesstrian had left even before they finished playing, and when Haku wandered off to go get food it was yet again just himself and Shu. It sure did work out this way a lot, just him and his brother, and it was getting a little old. Not that he didn't adore the little guy to death, but when he was practically being followed like a puppy searching for food it made things a little tiresome. He was all Shu had for family though, so even if it was a bit tiring he'd never tell the kid. Smiling over at Shu he reached out and playfully plucked at his nose, folding his arms over his chest after and glancing around the room. "So now what, squirt? Do we keep playing...?" he asked, giving his brother a curious look and tilting his head, "Oh, I know what we could do!" he added, smacking his hand into his palm, "We've gotta train you in Ki still don't we? I mean everyone else can use it pretty well, you know? Ought to get started on you then, if you're up for it!"

Bah, what a pair of jerks, refusing to feed him. Kabocha had gone and trained with Kai and Choi for the whole hour and expected some food out of it, but instead they were adamant about taking him along. Something about him eating too much, which was stupid because they were all pretty gluttonous, being Saiyans and all. Not being let along to the kitchen posed another problem for him as well; now that he wasn't spending time with the twins what the hell was he to do? Kabocha didn't particularly spend time with anyone else, though neither did the twins as everyone seemed to be running off doing their own thing a lot. He could head back to his room, but of course if he did that then he ran the risk of running into his parents, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted now. "What am I supposed to do then, huh? It's not like there's a ton of stuff on this ship!" he grumbled, smacking the wall annoyed before letting out a huff, "There should be people finding things for me to do, instead I'm wandering around like an idiot. This is so annoying." If they were on Kortal he'd not have this issue, there would be a servant finding him something to entertain himself with. Instead he was left to his own devices, and frankly Kabocha hadn't the slightest idea what to do.

Playing with the Princes and T'charrl had been fun and all, but Haku still couldn't help but feel out of place. Maybe it had been T'charrl feeling off the whole time, or just himself being a bit tired, but play time hadn't been as good as he'd hoped it would be. When the games had ended and T'charrl was long gone he saw no point in hanging around any longer, feeling that he didn't much have a place with the Princes right now. Since there was little else to do really, and Kiton and T'charrl were both unavailable, the only thing he could figure to do was eat. He wasn't very handy himself when it came to preparing food, but maybe there was some leftovers or something easy to put together, like a sandwich. He'd eaten loads of those back on Earth, and if they had the stuff on the ship for it he'd probably end up living off of them again. On his way to the kitchens he hadn't expected to run across anyone, so to his surprise he spotted Kai and Choi not far off, both of them heading to the same place he was. Smiling nervously he lowered his gaze a bit as he drew closer, partially hoping they just wouldn't say anything as he really didn't know how to talk to them.