When Shu wriggled on his brother's back it did a fair good job of emulating a bug. As a result Takeshi's skin crawled quite a bit, and his face paled considerably as she scrunched up his shoulders a bit on reflex. "Food... Shouldn't... Wriggle!" he answered through clenched teeth. His brother just had to continue to talk about bugs, to the point where the elder boy actually had to stave off a little bit of bile that threatened to come up. Nothing he had ever eaten was as off putting as the idea of eating bugs, and he had eaten some properly strange foods over the years. Nothing he had eaten would squirm in his mouth though, or while going down. At T'charrl's behest the Saiyan sniffed the air around them, trying to pick up any odors that might have gotten his friend's attention. There was definitely the smell of fuel, probably from one of the rebel ships, and plenty of other smells that were native to this world. Aside from that however there was nothing that really needed too much attention. They were nearing the encampment now, it was finally in view, so they were liable to find out just what it was soon enough anyways. "Smelly? Says the kid with dirt and muck all over him!" Takeshi snapped, getting red in the face out of embarrassment. 

Hearing that it was the creature who had slipped away made Takeshi worry some. If it was this close to their ships then it could well be on board one without anyone's knowledge. If that was the case then they had to search for it. As T'charrl said well enough they didn't want to leave it alive, it was too dangerous. In agreement Takeshi began to steadily descend, coming to a landing just outside the area where the ships were landed. Almost dropping Shu off of his back then he turned around, leaning over and poking his brother in the nose, his eyebrows pulling together. "When we're done here YOU are taking a shower Shu. I don't care if someone needs to scrub you clean, but we're making sure there's nothing else crawling around on you." If they were going to continue sleeping together than his brother absolutely had to be clean. Takeshi wondered how many bugs had crawled around while they were sharing a bed as they had done so many times before. Shuddering at the idea he turned around, stalking off towards the ships hastily. 

"I know... But wouldn't you rather at least have me try instead of leaving it like this?" Yumi retorted, frowning a bit. It was worth a try if nothing else, and she didn't feasibly see how she could make it worse. With the go ahead from Viral then she went about remedying the problem, or trying to anyways. After dislocating the shoulder she carefully maneuvered the bone, managing to pop it back into its socket properly this time around. Obviously it had caused some discomfort for Viral, and continued to do so right up until it was finished. Smiling a little proudly at what should be a job well done she moved her hands back, giving Viral a hopeful look. Well the arm was back in place, but there was a slight hiccup in her help. "What do you mean you can't feel your fingers?" Yumi repeated, her eyes widening a bit as she looked at Viral's arm. Hesitantly she reached out, grabbing his paw and prodding at it with her finger, hardly the doctor. "Can you not feel that? At all?" Okay, she might have completely messed up then. Now Vegeta was going to be properly pissed when he found out. Biting her lip she set Viral's arm down, entwining her fingers nervously and looking at him. "Sorry... I guess I didn't help much did I?"