Takeshi hadn't the faintest clue of how he'd help Shu, but he knew he had to. It had been almost two months since they had reunited and yet there hadn't been any work done for the little guy, focus had been all on Viral. Rightly so maybe, Viral was definitely the worse off of the two, yet that didn't mean Shu's problems were any less important. So maybe Vegeta and Aito were preoccupied with the Beastman, that left everyone else, or more exact him and Yumi, to help contend with the little Saiyan. "Well... Maybe we can figure out what it is. In fact I'm sure we can," Takeshi responded, smiling sadly as Shu practically hid under his sheets, "It is going to get fixed, okay? We just have to figure out what those 'other things' are." Moving a bit closer to Shu he rubbed at his own shoulder before giving his brother's hair a light ruffling. "Can you tell me what the other stuff is? Just however you can spell it out, you know? I'll tell the others what you tell me, someone's bound to be able to help you. And if none of us can, hell, we're on a planet, somebody on this world will have the answer." And he'd scour the whole planet if that's what it took to find that answer. Someone in this city would know how to reach the others, and from there he could search until they found a doctor who'd know precisely what Shu needed.

"I would very much doubt that Viral. If there's one thing I do remember about mother, it's that she's transparent. She wouldn't hide how she feels about you, even if you are her son," Vegeta answered, "To be fair I wasn't likely planned either, and I suppose you could say I was brought about by "biological" blueprints. By that reasoning we're no different, are we? And to say you weren't planned, you clearly were, because she was needed as a catalyst for the process, so she knew what was happening and could have declined. Implying she might regret that or not have been in favor of it then is silly." Taking a step back from the wall he spent a moment appraising their work, satisfied to find they had about half of it done, all neat and orderly. On the other side of the building they were nearly done, and more likely than not their wall was just as ideal if not more so than what they had made; work could be done quicker and more efficient, Vegeta chalked it up to inexperience and Viral's exhaustion. "I suppose there is a possibility you'll get a "high" from this... But it won't last," the Saiyan observed, shaking his head as he went about slathering down another layer of mortar, "Realistically your body is going to tire, even if you're made to be more durable. Sooner or later the work will catch up with you and you'll feel utterly exhausted, which is when we go back to rest."