Takeshi was just going to leave the topic of monsters alone for now. He couldn't feasibly know if there were any left or not, unless of course he scoured the remaining surface of the planet. Considering that weird thing they did too it would be next to impossible to truly know if there were any left. Telling Shu that would only serve to really upset him, and much as he disliked keeping secrets that would be kept from the younger boy for the time being. "We'll worry about it after we clean up and get some food, alright? Worrying now won't help us any." At the door to the washroom Takeshi stopped, looking at the door for a moment before flushing slightly. It dawned on him then that in their hurry to get back here they'd neglected to grab a change of clothes. He certainly wouldn't put his dirty ones back on, and their room was a good ways away down the ship. T'charrl had a solution to their problem, albeit one the Saiyan had fair difficulty embracing. He didn't even want to consider how their friend would "make" clothing. He didn't seem like a weaver, and they definitely didn't have any sewing kits around. Smiling meekly he nodded his head, opening up the door and stepping on inside. "Good point, I didn't think of that T'charrl." Looking back at his friend the Saiyan blinked a few times, smiling bashfully and looking away. Yep, his friend definitely had lost what little clothes he'd had earlier.

"Not like we're going to need them a whole lot here, since we're getting clean," Takeshi continued, reaching down and grabbing hold of his shirt, lifting it up and off over his head. Tossing it into a nearby container he then lifted up one foot, hopping around slightly unbalanced as he wrestled off his boot, and then the other, putting both in the bin as well. Lastly he wrestled off his pants, being left standing in some fair long undershorts. In spite of wearing the clothes there were discernible patches of dirt on his person, as well as his side being red and slightly bloodied from the creature before. Ruffling his own hair to make sure it was free of chunks of dirt or even rocks Takeshi smiled at Shu, holding his hands out to offer to help undress him if need be. "Each person to a shower, try to get as clean as you can," he said, mostly for Shu's sake than T'charrl's. "And please... No eating anything you find in there Shu."

No amount of positive reinforcement was getting through to Viral, regardless of how they tried. Vegeta knew basically enough that someone in his friend's condition needed something better to think about, or some positive encouragement. Clearly he wasn't doing that properly, as the depressed thoughts continued. Making sure Viral didn't fall when he nearly slipped the Saiyan caught him, easing him into an upright standing position. "I could just cart you around in a wheelchair if you'd prefer," Vegeta replied, smiling sympathetically before shaking his head. "I do it because I want you to feel independent and capable. That won't happen if someone is constantly helping you around. You don't exactly seem to enjoy it after all." Figuring the Beastman did need a hand here however he eased Viral along, keeping his hand on his back to keep the man steady. Also placing his other hand on Viral's front as they stepped out of the ship Vegeta paused for a moment, looking around the hangar. He'd sort of hoped to spot Yumi still nearby, but there wasn't a sign of her anywhere. Sighing softly he focused back on Viral, giving him a careful look over yet again. "I don't want to sound condescending, but in your state it seems hard for you to walk. Do you want me to find something to help? Or I can sort of carry you."