Shu didn’t like how small the space was, it was making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Takeshi knew his aversion over small spaces and this was definitely a little tight. Frowning a little as he stared upwards, he squeaked when the water suddenly flowed and shook his head quickly, “Ah! All wet!” he squeaked, not liking the sudden spark of cold that carried through with the water, “I’ll probably still smell bad!” Giving himself another shake, he gasped when Takeshi decided to take a hold of him, holding up a bottle of smelly liquid. Sniffling a little as water ran down his nose, he gave a quick nod and shut his eyes tight, “Okay, I won’t open my eyes! I don’t want it to sting me”, he squeaked before it was all but in his hair, the feeling of the goop almost like silky mud, “Ewwww it feels funny…”

T’charrl probably shouldn’t be spending so long in the shower unless he wanted his wings to be pretty waterlogged, making it difficult to fly. He was finding it pretty soothing, though, considering it was making him pretty relaxed compared to how he was feeling earlier. Trying to get the water right down to his skin, he tilted his head slightly when Takeshi spoke of the others, “’Dude’? Huh, you certainly seem sure, so I’ll trust you with that”, he spoke, turning slightly to wash down his side, “Just the whole killing a god thing being a big deal, thought they might had been hurt pretty badly since you needed the carrier too. I guess there’s always asking what it was like fighting a god at dinner time, I don’t even know if this is normal for you people to go out and fight gods”.

Viral certainly hated this experience, knowing there was probably a bunch of people staring at him whenever he moved by them. He could only guess what they were thinking, but he knew it would had been negative considering the trial was probably still fresh in their memories. Just wanting to get fixed up as soon as possible, he got annoyed at Vegeta’s words pretty easily when all of the pressure made him pretty irritable, “I may want to do it…but that doesn’t make it the right thing to do!” he grunted, “I would just end up in a condition like this…over and over again…the only time getting anywhere being when I was fighting humans and civilian-aliens! That damn King…he managed to improve me…yet, why am I failing so much now…?” He was certainly going far out of his way to keep feeling active, especially since every quiet moment made him feel like he was slipping away. Letting out a fairly deep sigh, he frowned at the thought of eating again, especially when the question was being repeated to him time and time again, “Stop it with the fish…everyone wants me to eat fish…is this some sort of stereotype with you people…? Even if it is…technically true…”