Viral was just at the point where he was completely fed up with it all, his stance on keeping it quiet when everyone seemed to know about it had really broken him to the point of giving up. If they didn’t act like he was ill or weak then he wouldn’t end up feeling so angry over it but as it stood they were apparently too concerned with everything about him and just didn’t want to leave him alone. Maybe if he was alone he wouldn’t have this problem, just complete isolation like he had planned back on the other planet. They would have to let him go sometime, even if it meant to his death in a battle no one could ever hope to survive from.

Looking to Takeshi when he spoke up, he soon simply sighed and looked elsewhere as he contemplated just rolling over and trying to rest again. He didn’t get it, no matter how much he tried to understand it the guy was just going to turn it back to himself every single time. It wasn’t that he killed people, that was something Vegeta had been trying to prevent him from doing all his life, but it was absolutely everything else leading from it and before that which was the problem. Maybe it was the fact that he was a natural killer that bothered him, but trying to eat his victims had just stepped over the line and his hidden past as to why he had such instincts implanted in the first place made him really confused and sorrowful over killing the two people who mattered most in his and Vegeta’s lives.

Slowly rubbing his forehead, Viral let Takeshi talk with a glance at him before letting out a huff. The guy never had to worry over what he was created for; he had plenty going on in his life and could change everything about being a Saiyan Prince, but being created with a set of abilities that could only cause absolute destruction and fear when you were meant to be a guardian created so much conflict in a one-track mind. Moving his paw when Takeshi took hold of his shoulder, he stared at it before watching as it was moved away, letting out a sigh when he offered support, “You think it’s that simple…? The only one who knew anything is dead…because of me! Not even Vegeta knows everything”, he spoke, trying to push himself up but not really getting far when things got dizzying, “None of you know me, not even I know myself! What’s to stop me from doing that to Vegeta…? What’s to stop me from killing all of you?”

Opting to lay down again he removed his arm, sliding back onto the pillow as he scratched his chest, “Killing is in your blood, you’re naturally good at it and no matter what your brother thinks he is too. What is supposed to be in my blood? Is it even blood? I’ve lost my marbles already over all that, I should have been able to control myself, but I couldn’t. Am I any different from your father? The man who tortured me and tested what I could survive from that would otherwise kill any normal creature? I’ve been frustrated over my past all my life, now all it’s doing is catching up with me and I can feel the end in sight, so why bother waiting for it to happen?”

T’charrl was a little afraid to how his father might react, whether he would be guilty for being curious about his abilities or if he would say he’d accept it but in reality he was heartbroken as their future plans were destroyed. He knew about those in the past who had the same ability as his, but whether they ever broke out of their shell and became something else was completely lost to him and there was no doubt that they never had to be in the public eye as a member of royalty. Lowering his head a little he let out a sigh, waiting for the inevitable tone of disappointment until he felt his hand being patted, his eyes looking up with concern. Frowning a little he listened to his father, lowering his head again, “You’ve not seen what my mother’s seen of me…or the Saiyans here…”

That was probably the biggest problem right now and when it might occur, even whether the night might bring it out like all those stories of night monsters he read when he was a kid; those stories had to have come from somewhere, after all. The good thing was T’charrl had managed to expel the energy in the end once his powers advanced his body, but the bad thing was whether people would accept him or if he would have to hide away for good.

Frowning, he watched his father take a seat and calmly began to take what food he wanted, his hunger coming first over concern it seemed. He didn’t mind that, he’d rather his father wasn’t put off from eating because of it all and made him feel a little better that he wasn’t stressing over it too much. Smiling a little at the talk of training, he lowered his head again before his eyes went to Katas who was having a good stare at him. Feeling a little embarrassed over that he scratched at his head, waiting until he had sat down before he let out a sigh, frowning a little, “I-I suppose I should explain the, umm, the tree too”, he spoke, feeling a little put off from mentioning that considering everyone in the city could now see it, “When I expelled the energy into the ground, I didn’t think there would be anything there…but I accidentally charged part of our sacred tree. I can feel it’s connected to our own…and it won’t stop yelling at me for doing that in such a nasty part of the city…”