Yumi sure did wish she could give Shu all the answers, yet what was bothering him was way beyond her. At best she could try offering some emotional support, the actual treatment was going to fall to those with far more expertise than she had. Until someone else more properly equipped came along to sort out her young friend's problems she'd keep him company, especially in the absence of Takeshi. "Hey... Maybe I can't fix it, but I can still listen," she answered, smiling kindly at Shu, "Sometimes just talking and getting it out helps take some of the pain away, so if you ever have something to say don't hesitate, okay? I'm sure someone's bound to find out what it is that's bothering you, and knowing Vegeta and his dad it'll be soon. Don't give up hope just yet, there's plenty of time." The best she could do for Shu right this instant was get him out and let him relax, or maybe soothe his worries by visiting their friends. Giving him the chance to decide where to head first she smiled when T'charrl immediately came up, giving a small nod of her head as she made for the door. "Of course, we'll go see T'charrl. And I haven't had a chance to stop by yet, but there wasn't a bit panic or anything near his room, so guessing he's not seriously hurt. I bet he'll be happy to see you." Maybe once Shu had a chance to see everyone was alive and well then he'd stop thinking he was so bad, maybe even crack a smile like he was more inclined to. Yumi hoped so anyways, there was nothing like being down on yourself to make recovery even harder.

Vegeta smirked slightly and gave a dismissive wave of his hand, signaling he didn't much mind how he looked. "Public appearances are often false anyways, I couldn't give a damn how they think of me to be utterly honest," he replied, shrugging as he looked up through the glass ceiling, "Well... Most of the time. I guess right now we should try keeping our friendly face and all, so we'll shoot for that." Things would be fine though, Viral showed no signs of potentially going on a rampage, even resisting the urge to attack Takeshi quite well earlier. That in of itself was indicative that the Beastman was in control of his own actions, and so long as nothing unduly provoked him it would remain that way. On their way out of the building he posed the question of what they might do, whether Viral had something in mind or just wanted to look around. "Hm... I give you the choice and you want me to make it? I see..." Vegeta mumbled, letting out a sigh as he rubbed at his head, "Okay then, well you're not wrong in knowing what you'll be capable of. Theoretically anyways. You can likely handle some heavy work, but if we rush into that then you'll tire and we won't get much done. So... I think the best course is to ease our way into things, starting with..."

Hm, what was a simple task? Just across the way there were those people replanting some trees, and it seemed up and down the street there were others doing similar things. Okay, so gardening wasn't exactly a task that typically befit a warrior, but baby steps. Waving Viral along, Vegeta led him a bit further down the road where a palette of plants and saplings had just been unloaded. A handful of Uuonians and other peoples were preparing to work with them, several of whom looked to be up there in age. Seemed like an ideal spot for them to step in, helping out the elderly and all that good stuff. "Excuse me? Do you need a hand with this?" Vegeta asked, putting on a polite smile as he gestured to the plants.

A clearly older Uuonian, going by their wrinkled purple skin and poor posture, looked up at Vegeta and Viral through thick spectacles before smiling. "Ah, you're two of those boys with the rebels, aren't you! I recognize you two!" the alien remarked, in a decidedly female voice, "We couldn't possibly ask the two of you to do something as simple as this. I'm afraid it would be a waste of your time..."

"No no, not at all. In fact we're happy to help," Vegeta replied, putting up his hands with a smile still on his face, "Please, allow us. We'll do the work, just show us where to set these, okay?" Glancing back at Viral he then went to the palette, grabbing a sapling in each hand and following after one of the workers to a small grassy plot just along the road. In the meantime a younger Uuonian came over to Viral with several small flowers in pots, smiling up at him excitably. 

"Mister, can you help me? I need to get these and some trees planted for grammy!" the young boy said, pointing further down the road at a vacant lot, turned brown and littered with debris from the fighting, "We're gonna make this street real pretty again! We'll make them all look nice!"