Viral didn’t know what Vegeta was trying to say regarding his condition, his facial expression making him feel a little edgy as he spoke. He didn’t like it when he wasn’t getting clear answers or looked at like he was an idiot for feeling that way. “More like I didn’t know I was ill until I was constantly being told I was! To live normally and then suddenly you’re deemed damaged? But what would you know, it’s not like you’ve ever felt like this before”. While Viral was annoyed at Vegeta he was going to give him a chance and see if he could do the training without actually being a jerk about it, like maybe he knew he wasn’t feeling better. He would see whether he was going to be okay in this training first, going straight into it without hesitation. Swinging his fists he moved fairly quick but was still being caught by Vegeta, his fists merely slamming into Vegeta’s arms before he was straight up insulted. “What?? Don’t you dare compare me to him!” he snapped, swinging his leg around with a speedy kick before trying to throw his fist down at Vegeta, “Would you rather I used my claws instead??”

T’charrl really was happy to have some company after so long, seeing how little people visited him in the hospital. He understood they were busy and all that, but he still got lonely and was scared that they had been scared off by what he was again. He didn’t like being alienated so much, even if he was an alien to them. “To see me? Oh, but why would people come to see me if they have nothing to say to me? That sounds strange to me”. While he didn’t really know many social cues he had his friends to help him through that luckily, telling him often how wrong he was for thinking such things. Maybe they would eventually hang out with him again, even if they didn’t really do that much before. Smiling at Yumi as she gave the order to follow he flew on behind her, looking down at the city as well. He didn’t really look last time, probably because he was not going this slow last time. “This is a nice place, even if a little beat up. I feel very heavy on this planet, though”.

Shu stared at Takeshi, feeling rather worried about himself. He didn’t like how he was sounding, like everything the Saiyans had been doing to him was necessary. Raising his shoulders as Takeshi continued to talk about it he soon frowned, lowering his head as he rubbed his hands together. “Doesn’t really…? Umm, not normal…?” he muttered, staring down at the ground. It made him sound like he really was a freak. If Takeshi didn’t know how to fix it then he wouldn’t be able to be considered safe to be around at all and so far Takeshi hadn’t been successful. Slowly raising his hands and rubbing his head he looked up to Takeshi, frowning at his explanation. “Uhh! I can try…I can try…” he spoke, sounding incredibly unsure about the possibilities of that, “Ohhhh no. I’m not calm! I’m not calm, though…ooohhh, what if bad thing happen and we never get food? Not so normal and it hard to think…”