Washing Shu was going to be no easy feat, especially not if he squirmed around the entire time. The water had been a bit chilly when it first came out, and if nothing else it certainly woke them up. Once the shower had heated to a comfortable temperature Takeshi went right to work, putting shampoo in his brother's hair and beginning to lather it up. It wouldn't likely help with the knots, but at least all the grime and maybe little critters would be washed away. "You're not going to smell bad, honest. This stuff makes you smell good." Provided it was even going to carry that strong of a scent. It was slightly fruity in aroma, but probably not enough to mask Shu's... Musk. It could do the trick if they washed all of the grime off of him, and seeing distinct trails of dirt washing down it was clear the young boy definitely needed a good scrubbing. Once all the shampoo was completely lathered in Takeshi gently turned Shu around, positioning him directly under the stream of warm water before beginning to rinse out the shampoo. "It probably feels funny because you never do it, but I promise it's going to be nice when you're all clean."

"Ooooh.... Fighting a god is hardly normal. And I mean they were kinda hurt, Viral had a cut and his arm was dislocated, and Yumi seemed really out of it. But... As far as our track record is concerned everyone is pretty okay." Nothing that even a single evening of care and medical attention couldn't fix most likely. Given that Viral's healing may be starting up again it could potentially only be a few hours even until he was healed once more. Getting the last of the rinse out of Shu's hair Takeshi made certain that he was washed clean of the suds before rinsing his own hands off, taking a step back. "See, doesn't that feel better? Now your hair shouldn't be all matted and... Well... Full of stuff." Reaching for the second bottle then he popped open the cap, peering inside to see what it was. They didn't need conditioner, that was a girl's thing. Putting the bottle back he grabbed instead the bar of soap, offering it to Shu. "Just rub it where there's dirt and you'll get clean. And please... Don't try eating it?"

"You really think the king improved you...?" Vegeta remarked, frowning as he looked down at Viral. Sighing softly he shook his head, stopping the cart when they finally came upon the infirmary. Since the room was locked unlike most other rooms he had to go to the lock pad, putting in a combination to undo the sealed door. "He unlocked power that otherwise would have emerged naturally, I'm certain of that now. It only makes sense that when you were put into sleep your powers were... Rewound, in a sense. They were beginning to come back already before your capture, so I'd wager you'd have the same abilities now without the Saiyans interfering." It definitely wasn't that dastard king's doing, he hadn't made anyone stronger for what he'd done. Letting the door open up Vegeta carefully shifted the cart, swiveling it around before pushing Viral right on inside. With new hospital-styled beds it was now properly set up to work on people, and thus Viral was brought over to one. He'd be allowed to move onto the bed under his own power as the Saiyan went about gathering what he would need to do his work.

"You're failing because you've been given too much too soon, and it's hard to control. There's no shame in that, no one wouldn't be in the same position you are given the circumstances. It's not a shortcoming on your part." Much as he liked to think them all capable there was a very good chance that a lot of power could make them mad. In terms of actual strength Viral hadn't really changed, but his access to abilities had certainly expanded. Grabbing a sterile cloth and some alcohol Vegeta doused the cloth, walking over to the bed with a small smile. "I've heard you say you can't handle the blood, and fish doesn't exactly bleed when eaten, so I figured it was a safe alternative. Besides, you always did like fish, so if it's something you enjoy it might be easier to consume." Brushing Viral's hair up to expose the cut he examined it for a moment, relieved to find it was a modest gash, but hardly anything that was going to cause serious damage. "This might sting a bit, but we should clean this," Vegeta said before gently going about wiping away blood and dirt from the wound, being careful not to put a ton of pressure on it. "Is there anything other than your head and arm that's injured?"