Shu couldn’t keep a hold of it, it slipping through his fingers and Shu struggling to dig his nails into the soap to get a grip on it. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to be doing with it, only that it was slipping everywhere because he and it was all wet. Squealing momentarily, the moment it fell on the floor he raised his hands to make a jump forward only for Takeshi to stand on the soap instead and immediately fall to the floor with a bang. Jumping up suddenly, Shu fell onto his backside as the soap smacked him in the forehead when he made one last grab for the soap. Feeling disorientated, he wiped at his forehead before actively chasing after the soap, “I just want to wash my tail! I want to wash the rest of my fur!” he squeaked, only to end up jumping on the soap and trying to rub against it instead.

T’charrl frowned a little, “Uhhh no, more the nerves hurt”, he spoke, hearing the thump not too long after Takeshi’s concerns. That sounded like it hurt, he could even feel the vibration through the floor when Takeshi’s head smacked down on the floor. That sounded like it hurt and even Shu sounded a little panicked over it with all sorts of noise to follow and a very strange accusation from Takeshi. Almost feeling the urge to look in and see what was happening, he slowly moved his claw over to the red button, feeling concerned before halting just before it was pressed, “Do you…need any help or should I not even look?”

Viral just couldn’t understand the argument against that fact, especially when he had been made using animals that have a natural killing instinct with abilities that were destructive. He had yet to find an ability that made him not look like he was out to kill, the others had abilities that didn’t make them killers, “I just want to know…just why do I exist? There’s always going to be a protector of Earth…and yet, I was still made as if on a bet”, he mumbled, finding the alcohol a little too strong for his eyes which were already bruised, “The whole experience with the King, the way they talked to me and pushed me to my limits…I felt like nothing more than a resource, an accessory. They wanted my strength and they dragged it out and used it, they wanted my genetic makeup for experimentation and they managed to do that successfully. I have fulfilled my duty to you by raising you…yet, how could that had been the intention…”

Feeling the discomfort from the gauze being wrapped around his head, he hoped it wasn’t going to squeeze his skull too much when it was pretty fragile there, then what was he supposed to do if he ended up brain damaged again. Grunting as it was tightened and taped up, he watched Vegeta before letting out a sigh, rolling his head away from facing him, “They may had done things to me…but who says I wouldn’t had eventually turned out that way by myself?” he spoke, only looking back when his shirt was torn open. In truth, he didn’t really want him touching his arm while he was awake. Staring at Vegeta, he growled when he poked at his joint, just wanting to slap him for touching there, “No! I can’t…” he snapped, only to sigh, “Everything was shoved in incorrectly then pulled out, then forced back in again…how might you think my muscles and nerves would be after that…”