Shu stared at Kabocha, feeling pretty familiar with that thought but was still more than willing to try and understand it from a different perspective. Shu’s own adoptive mother didn’t watch over him all the time, but that was all a completely different culture compared to what the Saiyans experienced and seeing as how he was a Saiyan then he might as well find out about it all too, “Oh, soooo…you don’t care about what they do, just that they’re safe?” he asked, feeling a little confused, “Even if that’s the case, it must had been nice while it lasted. I don’t think any of us have had normal families, I mean…Yumi doesn’t like talking about it, Vegeta’s were killed, Mister Viral didn’t have any at all…then you get me and Takeshi…all of it is no fun and confusing. Only T’charrl had normal parents…I think…”

T’charrl didn’t know what drew him to Takeshi’s wound, maybe he could sense the pain coming from it but as a result had drained the energy that he had just received to keep his inner monster contained. He was back to his own struggle again with the lust for energy, but now was a test to see just what caused it. He was probably not going to receive any help, there was probably no records left to help him considering his ability was already seen as a taboo; maybe it was one for a reason and that was because what he was experiencing, he just had to be careful that his appearance didn’t change even further into a bulking mess like the General was. 

Just now, however, T’charrl was not having a good time. He had managed to help Takeshi’s wound but with no energy of his own he was slowly being consumed by the power he had just expressed fear over. He managed to hold onto his wrist and keep it down, but as Takeshi continued to contemplate over the passing of energy T’charrl was losing his grip of his wrist as it gradually inflated and the growth began to spread up his arm. He managed to hide it behind his other arms and his fluffy legs as he quickly nodded at Takeshi, not finding it terribly encouraging as his own body began to groan and all he could do was make a groaning noise in response to hide it. He was resisting the urge to bite Takeshi and just suck the energy straight out of him, knowing it was just pure evil to do such a thing considering Takeshi had done nothing wrong to deserve such an action.

Watching as Takeshi moved his hand to the orb on his shoulder, T’charrl closed his eyes hoping it would work before he felt the flow of energy into his body, a feeling of instant relief coming to him as it spread throughout. The orbs on his body lit up somewhat again, all about a halfway glow and enough to last for a long time so long as T’charrl didn’t overdo it. As Takeshi gave up his energy generously, his hand returned to normal and he was finally able to relax his body without trying to stop something that was only going to consume him eventually. Panting as well when Takeshi finished, he slowly moved his hand up and stared at it for a moment, giving a little nod, “Y-Yeah…thank you…”

T’charrl didn’t honestly know whether he could take in their strange energy, but apparently he could and was probably completely safe to say that Kaesstrians could harness such energy when it did absolutely nothing bad to him. Giving Takeshi a little smile before gasping a little, pulling back, “Uhhh…I-I’m sorry! I’ve made you all tired over my greed, I’m sorry…” he spoke quickly before he frowned, turning to his mother, “We should…head back. We have to get Takeshi back to the house…a-and then decide my future. Mother, I have to be brave…just like you say I should be…”

Viral slowly rubbed his face before looking to Yumi curiously, wondering why she was going off her rocker over what he said. It was kind of odd that she would get so defensive over such a comment, there couldn’t had been that much that they got up to while he was unconscious. Giving Vegeta a glance before returning a lazy glance to Yumi, he sighed and slowly leaned his head back to try and relax himself a bit more without having to think about what things she had been up to that would count as criminal.

Looking to Vegeta lazily as he spoke about the plan, his mind not really finding it all that exciting to begin with, he let out a grumble as his paw slowly moved to his chest, giving it a scratch, “Hmph, who says I need a doctor…” he muttered, looking away and closing his eyes, “We’re on the run from the King and the rebels because of their idiot leader and you just want to get some doctor for whatever reason. I’m sick of aimlessly wandering just because of me…hmph, if anything, I just want to beat that rebel leader to a pulp for what he did to me…but I bet that’s not on your little plan, is it…”