Shu didn’t think he’d ever manage to find his answers when he was so foreign to everyone, nobody having any clue to what he was supposed to be. He wasn’t brave enough to be a Saiyan and he didn’t fit into Human society, making him feel stuck between two worlds. He felt rather alone for the most part and with Takeshi not around he was really starting to feel properly alone, even with Yumi. She wasn’t a Saiyan like him, she was closer to Viral if anything. Sighing lightly he rubbed his head against Yumi, feeling like he was going through an identity crisis. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I mean…I-I just don’t know how to! Bad things happen and what say? I don’t know what say about bad…”, he squeaked before groaning, “I’m a bad little monkey…” Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to visit T’charrl, seeing how he was the one who put him in this place. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but he’d still feel guilty for what happened and of course he had no solution. “Friend T’charrl not badly hurt? That a good thing…but really hope not that bad too. Would be bad…”

T’charrl had it pretty rough but he was going to survive, even if a building did fall on him. He had transformed at the time so his power and durability had prevented the building from crushing him, but that didn’t mean it didn’t damage him that much. He had been burned by Shu’s attack, but the building did the most damage which resulted in a lot of breaks and bruising. His breaks weren’t severe, they were fair artificial as he was healing fair quickly compared to how he might without his powers. He was asleep for now with a jar of what looked like honey beside his bed, his head and body wrapped up in bandages.

Viral didn’t know how this might work but he was still trying to see what may be his only chance to feel normal for a change, seeing how he hadn’t been given a chance in so long. Vegeta may be onto something, but if Aito disagreed then there may be some need to find a new solution to his problem. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do out on the field and was more than content to let Vegeta choose for him, seeing how he probably would end up choosing the worst option for his health. “Don’t give me that…I know nothing of community service…” he mumbled, looking away. To start on the easier stuff was something Vegeta was going to have to decide for him.

Walking with him he half looked back, still not feeling entirely sure with what he was doing. This whole trip could be a wasted effort, but then again they were coming right up to a bunch of natives trying to plant some trees and what not. This was something that Vegeta mentioned doing and all of a sudden he wasn’t feeling entirely enthusiastic about it. Frowning, he stared at the Uuonians before watching as Vegeta decided to pick them as the first practice group for him. He didn’t really appreciate that all that much, somewhat seeing it as too sudden a pick without seeing the other options. Sighing in annoyance he looked away, folding his arms he watched what the other Uuonians were doing, finding it fairly uninteresting. There didn’t seem to be any point to all of this, it wasn’t like they were making a new ecosystem or anything.

Watching Vegeta for a moment he grumbled, looking elsewhere for a moment before to some kid who appeared to be addressing him. Turning slightly he stared at the kid, looking to the flowers before down the street. It didn’t see the point in planting trees or flowers when there was so much more they could be concentrating on over it. “What? What’s the point in that, anyway?” he grumbled, taking a pair of trees like Vegeta and started walking down the street, “They’re just going to get destroyed or die eventually…”