Shu felt he was losing Takeshi’s understanding again, even if he was trying hard to keep it clear. He was really struggling to say how he truly felt, but that was always the case. He really wanted to have this problem of his sorted, but sometimes his anger was too hard to control in battle and definitely became overwhelming. While Takeshi just got stronger when he got angry, Shu instead became uncontrollable with his own increased strength. He was a danger to his friends and what was worse was if he got angry by accident he might transform and hurt his friends. It made him feel very stressed out and it felt like nobody was understanding that. “I-If it…if it can be fixed. I’m not sure how we fix it. Make me scared! How do make the better things?” It wasn’t only when he was mad that he changed, he had changed before when he was suddenly stricken with great fear. Sighing lightly, Shu looked to Takeshi when he made a suggestion before he slowly tried to sit up. “You get really mad in battle, though. Who can help me? Is it even worth it?”

Viral couldn’t be bothered arguing with Vegeta over humans and their desire for money, seeing how he had all the money he could possibly want with that company. Humans were simple creatures who had simple desires, mostly desires that had to do with getting as much as they wanted. He didn’t understand Humans very well, but at least he understood how simple minded they could be. He did watch the television sometimes when he was really bored and caught most of the outside world that way, fair denting his view on Humans. They always were fighting over money with the richest nations getting away with everything criminal. “Humans never had money when they were evolving…nor did it become part of their biology. It’s a corruption they’ve carried since the introduction of riches and their species is paying for it with how weak it has made them…”

Despite how bitter he was currently feeling, he was still aiming to try and complete the job at hand so that he could move onto the next task they needed to complete; however, this task was already proving to be a little tough for him. He knew he was stronger than this, but he was failing on a number of fronts that was diminishing his overall strength. Trying for another few was yielding the same results as the first, even as he went down in size with them it was just the sheer effort to try and lift something like debris that was sapping what little strength he had. Going for smaller chunks each time, he found he was straining with the same horrible feeling whenever he picked one up and threw it. It was a horrible feeling in his chest and arms, almost as if pressure was building up on them. He could barely stand it and with the needed removal of a moderately sized but still below average chunk of debris he went to lift it up, instead finding the strain to be too much for him before he let out an angry growl, releasing it and instead throwing his fists down at it which created a loud crunch of a large force slamming into solid concrete.