Shu couldn’t help but feel that aching worry that things could go wrong at any second, seeing as how things went wrong for him in the space of a few seconds when he had been fighting. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t mean to have to feel bad in such ways and right now it was a case of being worried for his friend and brother. Letting out a sigh, Shu nodded a little, still trying to move himself and hope that he could at least move his neck just the tiniest of ways, “That’s…true. He just does things too quickly sometimes, not thinking on what he should do too much”, he sighed, smiling a little, “Okay, I won’t. And then…and then you get your parents! It must be nice having parents, I don’t even think Takeshi knows what it’s like to have them. Father’s awfully mean, but…he doesn’t feel like one, I think…”

T’charrl couldn’t think straight as everything buzzed through his mind like a busy city, his body slightly shaking as it all overwhelmed him. He didn’t know what else to ask of his mother as she held onto her, his own fear previously that she would despise him had completely gone as he asked her for her hopefully loving support. Lowering his head slowly as she stroked her head, he rested on her shoulder and nuzzled into her, purring a little as he did. T’charrl wasn’t paying her words too much attention, his reassurance coming from her speaking them rather than what she sounded like when speaking them.

“Renthal…yeah…he’ll know, he’ll know what’s wrong with me…” he mumbled, working around that hopeful thought and trying to make himself feel better. He didn’t even know what was wrong with his other than the random out of control mutations, he didn’t even know whether his anatomy still qualified for analysing or whether he might as well be examined like he was a new species. Looking over her shoulder at one of his arms, he sighed at the sight of it and the orb that rested in it before his hand slowly reached up to the one of his head. They were like nasty growths as if his power had flowed out of his body and had nowhere to go other than to solidify; he feared for what they meant and why there was a soft glow to them, if only a little spark that looked like it was going to go out soon.

His body was well beyond what he had studied while growing up, the only cases of this ever happening had probably never been recorded as the sufferer would probably had been culled the moment it happened. Pulling slowly away from his mother, he frowned deeply as he looked away a little, feeling ashamed over it before his eyes moved to look at her hand, frowning a little before he gave a little nod. He was more concerned about his future now, nevermind a lot later when the General had finally been defeated, “The people at home, how will they ever accept me…”

At the noise of movement somewhere close by T’charrl gasped a little, his antennae twitching before he slowly backed off behind his mother, lowering down just incase it was a scout or a creature coming to kill them. Pressing low to the ground he tried to listen out for the noise, trying to identify it but what he was identifying most was the smells of it. He could smell blood, fairly old by now as far as blood went. He was a little disturbed that blood was the first thing he had managed to pick up, giving his stomach a rub as he was reminded of the horrible craving he had for it before he grew large. Feeling a little frightened still, he gasped when Takeshi showed himself and his mother reacted in a way that almost had her jumping at him. Despite Takeshi being now out in the open and the area flattened by his great weight before, he still tried to hide away and keep out of plain sight. 

Looking between his mother and Takeshi, T’charrl frowned before he slowly rose up again, trying to hide behind his mother but his height barely allowed it. He had come out to help too, that was kind of him and judging by his reaction he was the same kind of shocked that the other Saiyans had been, his mind finding it hard to figure out what caused them to accept changes so well compared to how he was handling it all himself.

Frowning, T’charrl looked away for a moment before hearing Takeshi speak to him, asking if he could help. He didn’t know what he could ask for, there wasn’t possibly anything that wouldn’t feel like it was something completely selfish. Going silent for a moment, his eyes searched around before his antennae twitched, his eyes going straight for Takeshi’s stomach wound and remaining there. He was feeling a draw towards him, one that was slightly more difficult to resist. Slowly moving around his mother, he crawled towards Takeshi slowly as if worried about scaring him, a hand reaching over and trying to grab Takeshi’s arm while the other moved to his gut.

As if by instinct that he couldn’t fight, his hand pressed against the wound and immediately the orb on his hand glowed as energy passed out from T’charrl to Takeshi’s wound. It would feel warm rather than searing, but as it passed to Takeshi it would slowly ease it and renew cell growth to allow rapid healing. T’charrl didn’t even know how he was doing that, the draw to Takeshi taking him to the area that needed help most. As T’charrl’s energy ran dry again he slowly pulled his hand away, staring at it for a moment before becoming startled as it began to bulge in pulses, each beat making it larger ever so gradually. Letting out a gasp and pulling it away, he held onto his wrist as it continued to spread, a look of panic on his face as he pressed it into the ground as if trying to hide it away, “Aghh h-help! Yes! Give me some of your energy, please?? Fair trade! You said you could do it before!”

Viral grumbled, watching as Vegeta tightened the bandages before he slowly moved his arms again, frowning a little upon hearing the length of time. That was an awfully long time to be out for him, he would had been fine if it was a nap but this was a full-blown snooze with dreams and all. Letting out a groan, he slowly rubbed his head, “If it’s not relevant then maybe don’t fill me in; I doubt I can handle missing an earthquake and even more right now”.

Viral was definitely feeling fairly lost, but it was hard not to be when his only source of visual communication had been the room and Vegeta and Yumi coming in as well. He wouldn’t mind moving somewhere else if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, it was awfully hard where he was lying and definitely a touch uncomfortable. Sighing a little, he looked to Vegeta with a fed up expression, still feeling tired after being woken up so suddenly by Yumi when she could had easily left him alone to mentally suffer, “Hmph…T’charrl? That guy with the cream? Tch…” he grumbled, his hand slowly moving to his stomach, “Fine…we can do that, but maybe tell me of whatever plan you have for leaving here and why so suddenly. I don’t even know what happened and now you want to run off like a filthy criminal away from the scene of the crime…”