Viral knew they could act all they want, it still didn’t discard the fact that he was not going to get anywhere unless he stood aside and let the others handle it. Getting gutted was the last thing on the list of things he could live through before he was unable to take anymore. Fighting was in his blood, but losing wasn’t and he could only take so much pain. Lowering his head a little and looking away, he slowly rubbed his head as he let out a sigh, “You didn’t have to make me, so failing at creating me would had just made you want to move onto a different project”, he spoke, giving a glance back at Aito, “I’m already at the bottom of the hill in that case…”

Viral had little hope to go on right now, his mind in major conflict with himself as he was still fairly stricken down when he had little to be glad about right now. He still had the knowledge that his existence managed to kill the two people in front of him, ones that were ready to let him into their family. Looking to the portal again before away, he was a little worried when he asked for Yumi. He didn’t want her to see him in this state, turning himself away as she approached the portal. He held onto his head, his fingers slowly going through his hair as Aito spoke. He was put off when one of them gasped at her appearance, feeling completely responsible for how she looked.

What did he mean ‘who did this’, it was obvious who was the one carrying the genes responsible for it. He did it; it was his entire fault so asking who did it was just making an excuse to blame the Saiyans once more. He shouldn’t had been captured in the first place, they wouldn’t be this far away from Earth if he hadn’t lost so badly and so quickly when the others were having an easy time fighting the Saiyans. He wouldn’t be able to measure up to a Saiyan’s strength; the last times he did manage to was through damaging his body or transforming.

What Aito was suggesting was definitely risky stuff, seeing as how Yumi wasn’t an artificial creature so messing with genes further might end up creating problems. He couldn’t tell whether Yumi was happy with the way she was now or was, but after seeing what he had to go through with his own abilities she was probably fearful over becoming the ‘monster’ he had. Everytime the others mentioned that form of his they called him a monster, but he knew it was still a part of him nevermind Aito and June telling him it was all a part of his natural instincts in his genes that he acted like that. Yumi was most likely afraid of becoming something what he was, nevermind making up the excuse that ‘it wasn’t him’ when it was obvious that it was.

Staring down at the ground before him, he looked up a little when June spoke again, frowning a little as she spoke. She didn’t have to put it that way; besides, whatever was ‘love’ and how did it affect him. He knew about love, he wasn’t that stupid, but the concept was still a little lost to him when he didn’t know what love felt like, “I wouldn’t know…seeing as how it was too late to use the Dragonballs when I was woken up, and even then Shenron would only be able to bring back two of you when there was three. There is no way other than using this alien…and you can tell just by looking at what he managed to do”.

T’charrl was a little confused, finding it hard to understand the differences in language and how he was supposed to make do. They could use their little communicators all they wanted, but if T’charrl was to talk to another alien who knew the common language then he was going to be very stuck. Slowly scratching his head as he stared at Vegeta, he nodded a little and smiled, “I guess so! Shu also didn’t speak your language? What other language did he speak if Earth uses that language you use…?”

Viral couldn’t think of any other way and knowing he could speak to them without being afraid of what they might think just made him feel somewhat powerless. T’charrl could do it, sure, but it was probably easier finding Goku when his energy was so massive, so much so that he wasn’t even home at the time they had managed to find it. Slowly rubbing his head, he looked to Vegeta Jr for a second, trying to catch up on what was being talked about. He didn’t like the thought of taking pills, knowing full well they were all full of nasty side-effects that would most likely make him feel worse; then again, he already felt really unwell with the headaches, insomnia, lack of appetite and horrible visions that tortured him. Letting out a sigh as he looked away, he gave a little nod, “Fine…whatever ‘real help’ is…”