Takeshi gave his forehead a ginger rubbing, nursing at the small welt that had popped up since the little collision. Eying the soap accusingly for a moment he watched as Shu too fell down, landing on his backside though. Future notice, Shu and a bar of soap was a very dangerous combination, they'd use body wash from now on. Moving himself as his brother fidgeted around after the bar the Saiyan rolled his eyes in exasperation, stopping Shu from rubbing against the bar of soap like a cat. "Not how you do it, watch," Snagging the soap out from beneath Shu he went about rubbing it on himself, first his arms and then his chest. Each time he finished a spot he rinsed it off in the water, a fair layer of dirt coming with it. By the time he'd covered all of his exposed skin his tone was decidedly lighter, there had been more filth on him than he'd thought. Offering the bar over yet again Takeshi gave Shu a skeptical look, wary of what may happen next. "Just hold onto it and rub it in where there's dirt, and then wash it off. You don't need to juggle it, and you don't need to jump on it either." Or step on it, definitely not that. Sighing softly he then looked at the adjoining wall between their and T'charrl's stalls, flushing a faint pink. "No! No, everything is fine in here, honest!" Takeshi replied quickly, shaking his head. Putting a hand on the wall he pushed himself up to his feet, keeping a careful eye on Shu all the while. This shower was going to be the death of him, his brother had managed to turn soap into a weapon. "Just some trouble with the soap, that's all. If you finish before us there's towels in one of the lockers out there, and I guess there should be clothes too. Help yourself." 

Thinking on Viral's question proved to be more difficult than he'd have liked. Vegeta really didn't have the answer, only guesses and speculations. Really the only person that knew the true answer to that would be his, or [i]their[/i] father. "Everyone exists for something, even if you don't know what that something is..." he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess none of us know really why we're here, we've got to figure that out. And even if you did have a purpose originally who says it can't change?" In part Viral's issue was his inability to consider himself as anything more than a tool for others. Given his upbringing as more or less a babysitter and then a psuedo-parent Vegeta could understand why, he'd always had to do things that others wanted of him. No wonder then telling him to do his own thing left him so much in the dark and confused. "If you want a real answer we can always ask dad, whenever we talk to him again. Or Doctor Ikura might even have the answer when we see him. But really, the reason you exist should be your reason and yours alone. You're not an accessory, not someone else's tool. The brothers aren't that even though they were captured too, and neither is Yumi. You were made to do something, it can happen to anyone, and it doesn't mean you're limited by that either."

Securing the gauze and tape Vegeta moved on to examining the shoulder. Just from his tender touches he could definitely tell that the muscles were unusually taught, meaning there was strain on them. The only way unfortunately to fix this was going to be surgery, but at least it was simple surgery. Fairly invasive too if done right, and it would heal without a scar even. This meant putting Viral under for some time as Vegeta in good conscience had some great difficulty cutting into anyone awake. "You're right, dumb question, sorry. We'll have to operate on it, but it'd be a quick and easy surgery. I'd say you'll be fine come supper tonight if we do it right now, provided you're up for it." His blood would replenish on its own too, and that would solve the tunnel vision and lightheadedness. If by some miracle they finally got him to eat tonight his entire system should reboot and he would begin to heal in earnest. That was one hell of a milestone however, they'd have to reach that before the real recovery could begin. "Maybe you would have gotten there, maybe not..." Vegeta replied, shrugging again. "You can't know those kinds of things I guess. Considering both times it happened it was someone else's doing I doubt you would have though. It happened because of an instability, and think about it, do you really think dad would have made you unstable?"