"Well, we can... See if anyone needs anything? Probably a waste since the nurses are working on us," Takeshi mused, shrugging slightly before looking back to Shu, "Or maybe we should relax, that might be the most help." It seemed like anything he tried lately just made things worse for the others, but if he stayed crammed up in his room then he wouldn't cause problems. At the very least they could go and relax for their own sake, goodness knows he was sore and Shu likely was too. Managing to get to his feet and even pick his little brother up, Takeshi glanced back at the door briefly before asking how things were here, wanting to be certain the nurses weren't hurting Shu. "Good, glad to hear they're nice..." he mumbled, half-listening as he continued staring at the door. Only when Shu brought up what he'd done did the older boy turn his focus back, frowning before scoffing and looking away again. "They're being oppressive and smothering me, for what? Some small cuts? I don't want them hovering over me is all, okay?" he said, getting defensive fairly quickly as he spoke, "And I hardly did anything. If they thought that was mean then they have paper thin skin."

Yumi rolled her eyes at Takeshi's words, finding his behavior to be completely childish. Of course they were being oppressive, he was being difficult and they were trying to take care of him, what did he expect? It was like he'd never been in a hospital before. Pinching the bridge of her nose briefly she looked at the older boy impatiently, walking over and pointing in his face. "These people deal with who knows how many wounded on a daily basis, and yet they're still finding time to help us. How's about instead of making their lives even more difficult, you settle down for once and let them help? They're not doing anything wrong Takeshi."

"Except be annoying and overbearing, like I said. I have small cuts, I don't need-"

"I don't care what you need! They're just trying to help, so don't be such a jerk! Tell them off, or refuse them, you don't have to storm out of the building like a toddler who didn't get his way," Yumi continued, retracting her hand as she placed it on her hip. She knew the look he was getting now, angry but abashed, enough so that he wasn't going to say anything. Letting out a sigh she gave a shake of her head, gesturing back to Kabocha and Haku. "Look at them for example. Kabocha was fine until they tried feeding him, which says a lot."

"Hey!"

"And Haku's cooperated no matter what they did, because he doesn't want to cause trouble. So why do you have to make this harder for them?"

Takeshi opened his mouth to snap back at Yumi, yet quickly thought better of it and silenced himself again. He wasn't making it harder for them... Was he? If he wasn't around then they didn't have to take care of him, it should make their jobs easier. Were these people really going to get upset because a patient wasn't wanting their help? It seemed stupid, but now guilt was playing into it and he was beginning to feel even worse for walking out. It seemed like he'd upset the whole hospital this morning, he was really on a roll wasn't he? Giving Yumi a brief glance he promptly turned on his heel, holding Shu against himself as they went to the door, making their way out of the room. "I'll be in our room, okay? No more problems." Takeshi said, stepping out and slamming the door shut behind himself before heading off towards Shu's room, figuring he ought to stay with his brother now.

So maybe Vegeta's knowledge of masonry was... Limited, but he'd manage. Just by simply observing the aliens at work he could figure out how this was done, it wasn't terribly difficult to begin with either. Though he did his utmost to deny Viral's accusation at being a perfectionist, the Saiyan was very meticulous about laying their bricks, going so far as to make minute adjustments on the ones his brother had placed. Only once they were properly aligned did he seem satisfied, scraping off extra mortar afterwards to tidy up the wall itself. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw Viral smiling, though played it off mostly because he thought he was just seeing things. "You would do fine I'm sure, I just simply took the job first," Vegeta replied casually, trying to play it off as he once more made incremental adjustments to bricks, "The only discomfort I have is the slight aching in my calves from squatting down like this. I assure you Viral, you're not causing me any discomfort." If anything he was causing himself more discomfort, realizing just how obsessed to detail he was being with this. 

"Besides... This may be someone's home, or a busy place of business. We cannot afford to provide anything other than the utmost in terms of quality for the building, unless we want it having problems down the road." Yes, that was his reason for being so meticulous, not that he was a perfectionist. Thinking ahead, if they managed to create a perfectly stable and structurally sound building now then maintenance would be a cakewalk later, it made perfect sense. "At any rate... We should focus less on my... Tendencies, and more on completing the task at hand. They'll need this building amongst dozens of others, so its best we do our part to help with that."