T’charrl was more than just a little panicked and disorientated over what was happening to him, almost feeling as if he was going to go mad before meeting his inevitable doom. His best chance of finding anything to feed from was in the forest he had always searched and gathered from, his survival instincts kicking in pretty quickly. He didn’t want to stumble too far into the woods, just far enough so that his senses could pick up something sweet or edible, maybe sap or flowers, maybe fruit lying around. He didn’t want to think about meat, it disgusted him quite a bit when his entire clan were fruit eaters and not like the surface dwellers.

Stumbling into a suitable place he eventually hit his head on a low branch and fell over, not quite expecting it to be there thanks to his new height. He was still technically a kid; he shouldn’t have to deal with growing pains this much, especially when it involved his whole body mutating into an unstable mess. Rolling over onto his front, he groaned as he rubbed his head slowly, lowering his hand again to look at it, seeing his fur changing into a green colour only frightened him more. His colours were shifting into a camouflage as a result of his fear, something he had natural pigment for before when it came to bark and darkness but this was beyond anything he had seen, even the bulbous orbs sticking out of him had changed their colour. Rolling around for a moment in a panic as his sudden spring tangled himself up in his own limbs, his stomach once again moaning in protest for him to get some nutrition. It was like he was suddenly starving to death and if this body required a lot of maintenance like that there was definitely going to be a lot of problems.

Shu really did hope that T’charrl was okay, he didn’t want to lose any new friends this early on and all he wanted to do was get up and find out himself. He hoped Vegeta would be able to tell him if he was alright to move soon, but the guy was probably exhausted after looking after all of them and with Viral almost dying he was probably under a lot of stress too. Looking to Takeshi, he frowned a little before he let out a sigh, forcing a smile, “I hope you’re right, I believe you’re right”, he spoke a little, squeaking as he shifted himself ever so slightly, “I won’t go anywhere to look, but maybe when I can…I’d like to see that tree. Maybe I’ll get to climb it one time…”

Soon enough, Shu’s worries were eased slightly as everyone appeared to react to the sound of someone approaching, hopefully Takeshi’s friend with T’charrl. As much as he wanted to get up and going he couldn’t, he had to remain here and hope for the best. Trying to listen out for what was going on, he pressed his arms against the couch in a rather feeble attempt to try and see what was going on. Feeling a little worried, all he could do was wait and see what had happened and what was going to be said once the Queen had found out.

Upon arriving, the twins remained silent while Choi kept looking behind him as if wondering if T’charrl was actually following them or really wanted to stay behind. Choi was under the impression that he was going to throw up, but then again who knew if these aliens could do that or even have any problems like that. As the Queen came out of the house and approached them, the twins remained behind Kabocha as if figuring they’d use him as a shield against her just incase she got mad. As the General was delivered and dropped off by her, her words didn’t spark up any concern yet for her son right up until the last moment, Choi gasping a little in response and standing attention with T’charrl’s sword in his hands. He didn’t really want to say what happened, but with Kai nudging his shoulder it was obvious that Kai wanted to avoid the wrath of the Queen as well.

Choi cleared his throat a little, looking up to the Queen and opening his mouth to speak, only becoming hesitant for a moment as his stance dropped, “…Uhh, your son, uhhh”, he stuttered, looking to Kabocha and Kai for help quickly before he frowned, staring back up at the Queen, “Your son fought well and don’t worry, he’s still alive, but…the General uhh, ‘forced’ something out of him. He took in a bunch of that energy that the General insisted on firing at him and turned into a huge monster! We got him back to normal, kinda…uhhh, he wants you to find him in the forest not far from here…like, urgently to talk to you alone…and to bring food of some kind”.

T’charrl was not only having a bad time with his emotions, but his body was really beginning to hurt all over again now not only with all the tumbling around but for a variety of other reasons too. Gasping a little, he slowly forced his way up to try and catch himself, his eyes turning to a large tree nearby as he stumbled over to it. He was well aware of what to do with it, but whether he could get enough nutrition out of it was something he had to rest. Pulling at his spiralled tongue for a second, he looked up to the tree before unravelling it out, reaching up to a weeping crack in the bark. His ancestors used to get their nutrition this way before they started using tools and harvesting some of the trees, but right now he had no time to chop it down and that just might end up alerting others to his location.

Managing to suck out some of the fluids from the tree, he could only stare up and frown, wondering what his mother would ever think of him if she saw him harvesting like a homeless outcast. His body wasn’t feeling better, but his nerves were calming down as he was at least getting some sugar into himself to stop his stomach from rumbling. Letting out a groan, he slowly slinked down the tree, his hands sticking to the bark upon the discovery that he was able to stick to things and adding to his list of problems. Relaxing his hands a little and slowly pulling them off, he slouched against the tree, staring down at his deformed body as he contemplated his future if he ever had one in the first place.