"Just once in a while, not every time you wash. Just enough so your hair isn't super dirty. Doesn't your head itch when there's a ton of sand and other things in it?" Takeshi's own head was fair itchy right now, the grains and specks of dirt poking at his scalp. Soon as he was through with Shu he intended on washing his own hair, hence his urgency to get his brother's done. After thoroughly lathering the shampoo he rinsed it out, smiling approvingly at how clean Shu's hair looked now. It was awfully flat, as he was quick to point out, but only because it was clean and wet. "Once you dry off it'll poof back up, don't worry. Our hair doesn't change just because you wash it." It would probably even do the kid some good to really wash once in a while, he'd definitely feel cleaner then. Now that he was aware of Shu's being a walking bug nest they were going to have to wash their sheets too, or at the very least get a new one. Handing off a bar of soap Takeshi grabbed the shampoo and poured a bit onto his own head, stepping under the water as he began to lather and rinse it out. It felt nice to get clean, even if they hadn't exactly been dirty for all that long. Even so he could feel bits of random junk falling out as he scrubbed, making sure he thoroughly cleaned his entire nest of hair.

"Really...? Huh... That's weird," Takeshi commented, tilting his head back to let the dirty water fall down his back. "If our arm breaks or something the other one is still fine. So does that mean yours are connected even though they're different?" Weird, he couldn't imagine his arms being interconnected like that. How terribly inconvenient too, to have one go and the other become useless as well. What good was four arms then if only breaking one made two useless? As the last of the shampoo was cleaned out Takeshi frowned, not sure why T'charrl was asking them if everything was alright. "'Course everything is okay, why wouldn't it be?" Not a second after he'd asked that did he step on a bar of soap, having no clue that it was on the floor. Teetering slightly he then fell forward, smacking his forehead on the tiled walls and cracking one before subsequently dropping onto his backside. Eyes squeezed shut he covered the soon-to-be bump on his forehead, wincing and looking up in Shu's direction. "Ow ow ow... Don't drop the soap Shu!"

Vegeta didn't reply immediately, not wanting to say anything else that might make things sound worse than they really were. "Viral... You're not inherently a killer, at least not of good people. Your abilities had nothing to do with my parent's deaths, it was the Red Ribbon Army's interference that made it happen. Why would my father give you a power if it had a chance of killing him? It's not your fault that your abilities made you kill someone. Like it was with my parents, that Elite you killed wasn't because you intended on it. Instead of the RRA this time though it was the king, someone else did enough damage to you to make you do something you otherwise wouldn't. You can't blame yourself because someone forced your hand." He knew Viral well enough that even though he was certainly an aggressive person devouring something was far from the norm for him. In fact, as far as he could remember he didn't ever eat a person prior to that. And in most cases he did kill someone in combat, but often in ways that were actually quite quick and clean. Gruesome or unsightly deaths only happened at his hand when someone else was making the calls. "Your abilities were sent out of control by other people in both cases, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it, and we all know that. It's why no one blames you or thinks of you as a monster for it."

Being gentle as could be Vegeta went about cleaning the cut, wanting to make certain it was going to be easy for it to heal. The lesser the wound the faster it ought to mend, that was obvious. If this gash did in fact close up with Viral's healing abilities then they'd know for certain whether or not they were working again. Having cleaned the wound Vegeta grabbed a portion of gauze and medial tape, and after affixing the gauze over the wound he carefully applied the tape over it, giving some pressure to make it a snug fit. "Again, you're not in a right mind because of someone else. People did things to you that caused this, and it's nothing that's your fault. And you'll get it back in due time, we're working towards that, right?" Satisfied with his handiwork on the head wound the Saiyan turned his focus onto the arm. Minding not to move it too much he tore open the already tattered shirt, exposing the injured shoulder for him to inspect. "I've never been hit by a giant rocky fist. Next time I see a golem I'll get hit and let you know," he joked lightly, smiling as he gingerly prodded where the bone had been placed back with a fingertip. "So are the muscles pinched? Can you flex your fingers at all?"