Shu did not appreciate that hit the soap delivered to him, his grip on the soap being anything but elegant. He couldn’t hold onto it compared to when it was dry, at least when he tried to eat it. Letting out a fair good snort in return, he shook his head again and slammed his hands down on it only for it to slide into his leg. It was a little frustrating how slippery it was, he just couldn’t get a grip on it. Frowning, he looked up to Takeshi and tilted his head, “Too hard? Oh…how do I not do too hard…?” he questioned, slowly moving his hand towards the soap. He wanted some sort of independence, he’d only ask Takeshi for help if he knew he couldn’t manage something new like this, “I don’t mean to make it complicated…” Taking hold of his tail, he tried to pick up the soap again just using the tips of his fingers and slowly rubbed it against his fur, “I just want to be clean like you want so I can be nice to hug and play with. I don’t want to be smelly and nasty and dirty! But I have a lot of fur…”

T’charrl wasn’t too sure how he was supposed to get dry with the towels that were available, pulling one out and staring at its tininess. Throwing it over his head and giving it a good rub, he turned back towards Takeshi’s cubicle, smiling a little, “I could always say I accidentally punched you”, he spoke, shaking his wings, “You decided to teach me a few moves before dinner and I accidentally hit too hard, maybe? It’ll sound better than slipping on soap”. While he was willing to help, he still thought it was quite funny that they were having so much trouble with cleaning up. It must have been rare that the kid actually washed, not unless the weather changed probably.

Viral didn’t think Vegeta was getting the point at all, but then again it was difficult to explain just what it was like to be a creation rather than being born into the world. Vegeta had everything set for himself, he had talent and could do anything he put his mind to; however, the point he was trying to prove wasn’t quite getting there. Vegeta had talent, he could be whoever he wanted to be because he was born with free will. Viral had to be doing something he was created for, otherwise he would just feel lost or rebellious, “You’re already doing everything for yourself…you’re independent! Yumi has been independent ever since she left…she’s had the free will to do what she wanted to before you graduated…” he growled lowly, letting out a sigh, “And like I keep track of my age…” Vegeta probably didn’t have the answers he needed, he probably wouldn’t be able to find them by himself either. Feeling a little defeated, he looked to Vegeta, frowning at his conclusion. That was a stupid reason; it wasn’t as if his father or mother were sterile and decided to create his own using science, “Are you saying I was created on a bet…” he muttered, finding that to be an even worse reason over anything, “Just because he wanted to…and give me no purpose?”

No purpose other than to show his father could create artificial life, a particularly pathetic existence. Maybe it was just as well that Vegeta didn’t decided to go into psychology, otherwise he would had just been upset that he failed that compared to everything else he could do. There was so much he needed to know, all because of what happened to him to make him question his existence. He was already close to asking such a thing, but back on Earth he was already in the rebellious stage of his confusion and was soon enough about to destroy anything to get to the rest of the Dragonballs. He didn’t think Vegeta cared enough to remember such a thing, he could had forgotten it all too because it was so minor and hardly a problem for him if he ever had to deal with it. He knew Vegeta was the kind of person to put him down if he ever got too out of control. It wasn’t something he could help, his mind just changed. Watching as Vegeta’s form moved away from him, he turned slightly and let out a sigh as he was left with the shadows once more, “Probably…and yet, I killed him…unwillingly”, he spoke, frowning a little, “Was I fine? I could still transform, if under dire situations…and have some mental control…it was also not one that would force its way out. If this was supposed to happen, then all the Saiyans did was reveal it. I should had asked your father what I was going to become…”