Viral wanted to feel better about himself in any way possible but he was completely stricken down and unable to see through what could’ve been and what might happen after this whole treatment was over. He didn’t know if he was only going to be treated for this genetic problem of his with everything else that was wrong with him put to the side, but if it was going to be he’d felt the best option was to not talk about it at all and forget it ever existed as a problem. The Saiyans did a lot to him all because they didn’t know how he functioned or what could kill him, but the trauma for that felt like it would never go away and would be best never touched upon. His problem was genetic, that was it and he was going to be treated for that first and foremost. Recovery time for both his mentality and physical body was going to take twice as long and nobody had time to wait through that.

Briefly coughing when the gauze was removed from his nose he sighed, slowly reaching up to his face before simply giving up, moving his hand down as he stared at it calmly. He just had to be strong now and not this weakling he appeared to be. Nobody should have to stress about him and his petty problems when he had all these genetic problems they had to fix too. Slowly raising a paw to his head he only gave Vegeta a glance, sighing a groan. “It’s never easy. Everything has been tough…” he muttered, lowering his paw and looking away, “I feel like I can’t care anymore…I just have to move forward with the treatment. There’s no reason…something like this…should take so long. I’m supposed to be strong, or so you said…as everyone says. If I can just…move…”

Shu was definitely trying hard and hoped he wasn’t going to let Takeshi down with his constant fumbling around, his only hope that he was going to be able to pull off something like this resting on his ability to learn. He didn’t know how good he was at learning Ki when he was instructed like this, especially when many other things was much easier to learn and yet he still couldn’t do those. Wobbling around in the air he was happy with what he had managed to accomplish, smiling at Takeshi “Yeah! Ah! Little wobbles…” he spoke quickly, holding his hands out briefly to try and keep balanced. Just when he thought he might have it he heart Kabocha call him out on his Ki release, looking to his feet curiously. He was wobbling a lot so maybe that was a problem, but whether he could do it little by little was another question entirely. He had to be careful or he’d be blasting everywhere. Trying to keep levelled he was very careful with his Ki release, staring at his feet as he watched the energy until they stopped wobbling around. “Ah! How’s that? Is that okay? W-What do I do now??”

Kai never liked looking to the past when it involved him but at least he wasn’t going to stay on the subject for too long either. It wasn’t exactly something that would make either of them happy to recall. “You were an apprentice, even Kabocha would’ve gone through that until they found his potential as an Elite in the future”, he spoke calmly, flipping the steaks over again before placing another in the pan, “Maybe you just never wanted to learn. You probably wanted to do something different…or maybe you were lazy, I don’t know”. Getting the rest of the sandwich ready for his brother and himself he placed the bread under the grill before checking on the rice, giving it a stir with a wooden spoon. Hearing Haku’s desire for a medium rare he looked to him quickly as he gave thanks, staring at him for a moment before shrugging. “Ehh, it’s enough to make you feel comfortable, at least”, he spoke calmly, heading off to get a couple of plates, “Just remember your eyes and nose are your most important senses. If something smells great it’ll taste great and always look for whatever might be rotten”.

Choi nodded at Yumi, feeling all sorts of creative with this request. “Yeah! It’s in one of your cookbooks! So many new recipes, but so many that are similar to what we served the King too”. Feeling all giddy over the hug he certainly managed to savour it, leaning into Yumi as it happened. He was going to make something great for a patient like Yumi’s friend, his hope that it’d be perfect being his goal. He would be able to feed Yumi too by the sounds of her agreement and seeing how hungry she was it’d certainly help. “It’s no problem! I know if I was ill and needing to eat, I’d feel better eating with someone else”, he smiled happily before turning around to head back into the kitchen, seeing Kai getting their sandwiches ready, “You’re free to come in as well. Plenty of room in here, plus it won’t take long to do this”.