Choi looked to Yumi, tilting his head a little before he sighed, moving a little closer to her, “Maybe he was just tired? When I’m too tired I don’t heal very well either”, he spoke, smiling a little, “I get into a lot of fights and everytime I heal I’m either quick at it or very slow, so is my brother. Do you have fast healing? Or have you not been able to test it…? Uhh I mean, I-I don’t want you to get hurt! Just uhh, have you been hurt? Bet you haven’t when you’re such a good fighter and all…uhhh, I-I don’t mean that you’ve never been in a fight! Uhhh, my bad. What I really mean is…well, he’ll be fine, I’m sure of it!”

Just as Choi suspected, Viral was soon showing signs of waking up only to try and almost claw off Vegeta’s head, only to stop as he came to finally. Letting out a sigh before looking to Yumi, he smiled at her, “See? He’s alright, no problem! Don’t worry about it”, he nodded, bumping her shoulder a little, “He’s been through worse, I mean…hell, he’s a fighter”. He didn’t have too many doubts about Viral, but his confusion when he woke up was a little odd. He was either deep asleep or he truly was disorientated.

Viral didn’t know where he was, his mind not really recovered and he was left truly disorientated. He couldn’t remember too much, but the anger he was feeling was running fairly high and all he wanted to do was tear something apart. He needed to keep himself under control, especially with all of them here staring at him like he was in a test tube. Slowly rubbing his head until he was given the towel, he looked to it before he let out a groan, rubbing the towel against his head as he tried to clear his head. He couldn’t really remember much, but he didn’t know how to translate that into words they’d understand.

Only giving the clothes a look before Kabocha suddenly interrupted, looking to him with mild annoyance. He didn’t know what he was talking about, but the thing with his arms, he probably meant his powers. He wasn’t too keen on them seeing his abilities, especially when he preferred to not use them. Everyone else always seemed so disgusted over them and yet Kabocha was having fun with the thought of seeing them, probably because he quite liked disgusting things. Slowly looking away he stared at the floor, slowly rubbing his towel over his head. He didn’t know if he was feeling better, all he could feel right now was very tired, confused and had quite a headache.

Giving the clothes a quick look, he let out a sigh as he took the clothes off Shu, holding them up for a moment before he let out a grumble. It wasn’t his fault that his clothes were constantly getting torn part, now he had to get some that stretched and was terrible looking; they were the ones who were tearing up his clothes the most, not him. Letting out a groan, he soon turned to look at Takeshi, giving him a momentary glare before looking away again, “I did nothing you couldn’t had done if you thought to use your weapon you got on that planet”, he grumbled, slowly rubbing his head, “If I passed out and was able to rest…then why did you wake me? For the first time in a long time…hmph, I don’t care, I’m just complaining for the hell of it”.

Giving his hair a rub with the towel, he let out a sigh as he looked down at himself, his eyes soon wandering over to Yumi when he noticed her out of the corner of his eye; however, her expression was hardly the first thing he noticed. She was holding hands with one of those twins with the twin himself looking pretty close, his mind immediately going to the most true of conclusions. She was being intimate with one of the twins, a Saiyan of all things and not anybody he had planned that she’d go with. With almost a sharp twang piercing straight into his heart, he looked away again and down at the clothes, feeling his anger building as he slowly rubbed his head, “Aghhh damnit…! Why did you wake me again??”