There wasn't much that could be done to halt Viral's nosebleed right now, just apply pressure and let it sort itself out. Something like this was hardly going to be fatal, just a minor inconvenience during this crucial phase in the Beastman's recovery. Watching as blood leaked onto his hand unphased, Aito smiled sympathetically as Viral finally found his voice, certainly sounding drained from the whole ordeal. "Your body is reeling from the energy expended from your transformation, think of it almost as coming down from an adrenaline high. It's going to be rough initially, but once we get a bit of food in you then you'll feel better." He knew that Viral had an aversion to eating, but they had to give it a try; if the Beastman wouldn't eat solid foods then all of his nutrients would have to come intravenously. Pulling away the soiled clump of gauze Aito changed it out for a new one, first cleaning up Viral's nose as best he could before reapplying pressure. "I know it's a little hard right now Viral, but you need to tell me if there's anything else that doesn't feel right. It'll help me focus on what we need to fix."

Takeshi really didn't want to have Kabocha butting in like this, but if Shu wanted two teachers then so be it. Sure, he had none of the fancy instruction that a noble Saiyan did even if he was a Prince, but then he didn't need it; a handful of teachers and some self-instruction had taught him all he needed to know. Figuring he'd let their friend take the first shot at it he stepped back, frowning as he folded his arms and watched Shu. If he knew so much better then the little guy should be able to get it on the first try, using that oh-so-excellent instruction of Kabocha's. The task assigned was simple enough, but then in knowing his sibling he'd find some way to add difficulty to it. Watching Shu fly up, Takeshi's eyes widened in alarm, moving quickly but missing to catch the younger boy as he plummeted back to the floor. Thank goodness he was durable, though it was extremely worrisome to watch as it was eerily familiar to their first time flying. Letting out a sigh of exasperation he rubbed at his head, narrowing his eyes then at Kabocha to see how he wanted to go about that.

"Too excited? You used way too much energy for such a simple thing," Kabocha responded, placing his hands on his hips before shaking his head, "Don't you have any control? It's not enough to know how to do it, you have to regulate how much you use. I can see we've got a ton of work to do..." Hmph, he was starting to wonder if Takeshi had even tried teaching Shu how to regulate his Ki, or if he just showed him the moves and then let him loose. Considering how erratic and excessive the young Prince's attacks usually looked it was probably the latter, which while perhaps fine if they were out in the open was an awful thing inside an enclosed ship. "Okay, change of plans. Since you seem to want to smash into the ceiling I'm thinking we won't go that high, not just yet. Instead of flying all the way up..." Kabocha began, rising into the air just a few meters off the ground, "Just come up to me. And I don't mean overshoot me then come back down, I mean come right up to where I am. Take it slow if you have to." 

Haku just sort of shrugged his shoulders at his choice, not really knowing what more he could do. Rice in of itself was tricky enough, how was he going to request anything else? Plus, where it looked like the twins were going to have to help cook his meal he didn't want to be too greedy and annoy them, as if he wasn't already. Watching and listening intently as Kai gave his explanation, the Saiyan nodded a few times before shuffling through the cabinets to find the rice grains, taking out the box to pour some in. "So put the rice in, then hot water, got it..." Haku mumbled, taking the words literally as he poured a fairly large serving of rice into the pan before smothering it with steaming water. Once he had put the pot back onto the burner he glanced into the pot curiously, having trouble figuring out how doing this made those crispy grains look like poofy rice. "Advanced...? You mean you can do more with it?" he asked, earnestly confused as he looked at Kai, "But there's nothing in it. Or are we going to add stuff?"

Yumi sincerely hoped Viral was going to be okay, as he hadn't looked terribly well when she left. Just looking like himself again wasn't enough to be healthy, there was still tons of work that had to be done for that to happen. For the time being it was a start, but she would have to spend even more time with her friend in case he should need anything. It was all she did, it seemed, spend time with Viral now, almost as if she was just a sort of nurse waiting on him. Well, if that was all she did then she would do her best at it, as getting Viral healthy again was near everyone's priority now. Nodding to herself confidently she smiled as she looked up at the doors to the kitchen, determined to find something for her friend to help him get his energy back. Before she had even opened the doors, Yumi picked up on the smell of cooking food, eyebrows raising before she entered the mess hall and glanced around curiously, "Hello? Who's in here?"