"I doubt you're a sleeper agent. I mean the only control he had on you was that collar, and that's gone. Your chip is gone, which means that won't do anything either." Frowning in realization Yumi lifted a hand and felt the skin along the back of her neck, her fingertips grazing a faint scar where her own chip had been inserted. They had still yet to remove it, a rather large oversight considering what it could cause them. In lieu of trying to help Viral she had utterly forgotten her own problems, and this was certainly something that needed to be sorted out soon. Not wanting to bring it up now however she looked again to her friend, managing a small smile for him. "And look at it this way. This is the you we knew well before the Saiyans ever happened. You're a bit more sad now as of late, but the way you act is the same. So any idea of those jerks altering you isn't true, because they didn't. You're still you Viral, they didn't change you. And once we find out how to cheer you up you'll realize that." The damage they had done wouldn't disappear, there was the mental and emotional aspect, both of which were causing him grief right now. But given time, and hopefully a nice trip to Earth, and he'd be as good as new. 

A fungus was perhaps the most creative theory that anyone had suggested thus far for the creature. Then again it didn't seem too likely, what kind of fungus moved around and could be called a monster? Space had some pretty strange things after all, but that was really pushing the boundaries. The idea of punching Vegeta made Yumi roll her eyes, and she walked over to Viral and stuck a finger in his face, looking at him sternly yet suppressing a smile. "Hey now, no hitting our friends. I'll hit you back, and trust me mister I've been bottling up a lot of aggression as of late. Now that you're beginning to heal I'm sure you can take a punch or two anyways." In fact that just may well be their answer to pass the time, now that she mused it over. If he was indeed better, physically anyways, then surely he could handle an innocent sparring session with her? "We can train a little if you want, now that we've got time and the space to do so. No funny business like last time, I promise. Feel up to a little tussle?"

Takeshi sat back onto his backside, letting out a soft groan hearing Shu call up to them. "Okay...! Just be sure to call us with your scouter if anything happens!" he shouted back, looking at the hole before rubbing his head. Rising back up onto his feet he debated on trying to fit down the pit one more time, thinking better of it and instead turning to face T'charrl. "Well he's off on a little adventure, with goodness knows what he found down there. I can follow his Ki signature, mind tagging along in case we run into something nasty?" It didn't seem likely they were going to find any sort of real enemy here, as he'd figured they would have drawn more than enough attention to be attacked at this point. His brother wouldn't be too difficult to find at least, nothing on this world made reading energy funny like it had on Kaesstra. Looking down at the dirt beneath their feet he could almost 'see' Shu moving along, wondering just where in the world he was going. Confused he began to follow his movements, walking slowly across to see just where they were off to.

The creature glanced over its shoulder to see if the alien was following, happy to find he indeed was. This one could find it food, and then it wouldn't feel hungry. Perhaps it could even play with him, if the alien was truly friendly enough. With no sisters or brothers it often had to play with a parent or alone, and with both of them now busy hunting for the tribe it had to play by itself. The idea of a playmate then was an elating one, it couldn't wait. Into the fairly wide tunnel it went, scraping along the hardened ground below. The path they were taking extended for quite a few dozen meters, and by the end of it all they would be let out into the fields below. At the base of the plateaus, hidden in the shade were a few bushes which grew fruits, and instinct alone told the critter that they were ready to be eaten this time of year. The notion of a meal excited it, and with a few squeaks it began to hurry along at a quicker pace, giddy now.