"Just because something smells good doesn't mean it's going to [i]taste[/i] good," Takeshi said, smiling amused as he playfully poked Shu's side. "And... I don't think soap cleans your insides. Wishful thinking though!" Perhaps a shower was going to be a bad idea. Goodness knows what he would do if Shu started to try and drink or eat the shampoo, especially since it was for whatever reason fruity smelling. Kind of funny, a military ship had aromatic, fruity cleaning products. "You can't go eating things like that buddy, it's not good for you. And besides, if you spoil your appetite on stuff like that then I get all your fruit and treats, so hah!" Though on second thought eating that much fruit was a touch off putting. Fruits and bugs, eck, were all Shu's when it came to meal time, he'd stick to meats and maybe rice and bread, but mostly meats. As the brothers walked along Takeshi debated whether or not on just skipping bathing altogether, as his stomach grumbled yet again and made the idea of food all the more enticing. One whiff of himself and Shu however provided a strong reminder for why they were heading to the washroom in the first place. It wasn't too far off, and hopefully nobody was in there already.

They had scarcely made it beyond the crowd of people and halfway to the door before a rather nervous T'charrl approached them. Giving their friend a funny look Takeshi smiled reassuringly, stopping in his tracks and gesturing with a thumbs up. "We killed it, blew it to smithereens!" he announced proudly, reaching over and slinging one arm around Shu's shoulders, giving his brother a small noogie as well. "This little guy did a lot of it, his blast was way bigger than mine. And he said he couldn't use his energy very well!" They had been more even really, but Takeshi figured he would play up his sibling doing the better job, more preferring to applaud Shu. Hearing the complaints about Leto he was hard pressed not to laugh, feeling a little sorry for their friend for having to endure all of that. "He's really emotional, but not upset. Just... Weird I guess? The guy just expresses himself a lot, and flexes, we're not really sure why." Nobody was, it was a mystery to the entire crew. Maybe Viral wasn't the only one who could benefit from seeing a shrink. "Loud... Well for the same reason, nobody knows. We just grin and bear it, and maybe the guy will wear himself out eventually."

Vegeta really didn't know what had gone on during the battle. All he could see were the results, being that his friends had returned, some in fairly worn shape. Viral had a bit of now crusted blood on his shirt sleeve, and he was holding his arm, probably meaning he had some injury. He'd only just healed too, albeit these wounds hardly seemed as bad as the ones he'd gotten before. "Is that right? That's all you did?" Vegeta asked, frowning as he folded his arms across his lap. "And forgive me for saying this, but I don't imagine Yumi singlehandedly weakened the creature. Even if the brothers did kill it they were only gone for so long. So the creature must have been awfully injured then. And if Yumi didn't do it alone, unless there was someone else present..." He didn't finish the sentence, not feeling he had to. Whether he'd actually done something or not Viral wouldn't acknowledge it and downplay any involvement he'd had. Later on he would have to ask the others what had gone on, to get a better idea of how to talk to the Beastman about it. Right now however there was the matter of his, and Yumi's wounds to address. "We should get you to the medical bay, touch up on your injures. What's wrong with your arm?"