Shu didn’t know how to take this all or how to try and understand it, especially when it had been hard enough learning a language when compared to culture and family business. Right now Shu just wanted someone to cuddle with in an attempt to come to a better understanding, his hopes of learning fairly getting dashed upon when it all sounded bad and not very pleasing to learn. Frowning, he stared at Kabocha as he further explained it all, still not finding it all that pleasant considering what it meant, “He really did want to just use my…’other side’…” he muttered, frowning a little, “I don’t think I could ask him about it…but maybe the scientists, yeah…would be easier too…” Maybe they would be able to investigate such a thing eventually, but for now it didn’t appear as if they would be heading over there anytime soon, “I-I’m plenty strong when I’m regular, I really am! But father…maybe when I fight him, I can show him that…if I get to…”

T’charrl didn’t really want to subject Takeshi to anymore annoyances by having to be touched by him; the poor guy had to go through enough torture without worrying whether he’d suck away his energy and leave him as a dried up husk. That was another worry to put on top of everything else, but if he could do that against his enemies then that was perfectly fine. He didn’t have a problem killing for defence, but if he started doing it for fun then he would definitely need to reconsider his existence. He was feeling all sorts of depressed now; just how far his power could go and how much he would change as a result of it were the biggest questions.

Watching for where the house might be, he shook his head quickly at Takeshi, “No! I’m not taking more of yours! That’d be unfair, I’m not a monster like that…I’m not! I’m not…maybe a little bit…” he frowned, shaking a little before he sighed, ceasing it as he tried to relax again, “I-I’ll help! I will, I’ll do it…I have to! I have to redeem myself for what I did and what I-…ohhh…what will they think of me…” He was so confused, it was definitely hard to take even with all the support he was getting. He’d do what he could with his unknown power, but as far as anything else would go he’d definitely have to watch his energy levels more and watch that he never mutates again by eating enough.

Speaking of eating, T’charrl was still starving. Despite eating a tree for its energy there was no fruit on it and didn’t really give him much in the way of nutrition. This body felt like it’d be high maintenance and depending on what he could do he’d have to keep an eye on everything he did. Letting out a sigh to try and calm down, the moment he arrived at the house he slowly landed down around the back of the house, placing Takeshi’s legs on the ground but kept a hold of him to keep balance. T’charrl was pretty dead set on not letting his father see him immediately, feeling the gradual approach would be better. His father was a tough man, but whether he was as forgiving as his mother was definitely to be seen. Panicking a little, he remained where he was, his knees shaking a little, “Uhhh…c-can you walk…?”

Viral smirked a little when Vegeta went into a huff, looking away from him again. The guy still had a lot to learn about fighting and keeping everything in check in that he had to keep fit by training a lot and that not everything could be fixed just because he willed it to be. Looking back to Vegeta at the mention of his mental condition he frowned, not happy that they all kept bringing it up. All it did was make him feel broken, especially when it was something that wasn’t easily changed or fixed if it was even possible to. He was just feeling bad now, his mind not quite fitting into what he had been left with as a result of the experimentation, “Can you just not…” he muttered, not really up to talking about his mental condition. Keeping his eyes off Vegeta, he let out a grumble in response to what he was saying and closed his eyes as if trying to shut it all out.

They didn’t know what they were saying, of course he wasn’t the strongest and could never be when he had so many weaknesses and downfalls, all of his defeats and lack of stable abilities. He was a broken warrior with pieces that could never be put together again, his mind crushed and his spirit tossed into the dirt, “I’ll never be the strongest, you don’t know what you’re talking about”, he grumbled, shaking his head a little, “I want that more than anything, but…it’s impossible. I may had been the strongest once, but a beaten warrior can only go on for so long before he falls to the ground defeated. I just…can’t do it anymore”.