Whoever would have thought that washing oneself was such a challenge? They fought Elites, traveled space, killed giant space sea-monsters and now a god, and Shu's biggest problem out of all of that was a bar of soap. If he wouldn't feel awful for it Takeshi would probably be laughing at how ridiculous that was, such an easy thing to have trouble with. Watching Shu a moment longer he finally decided to help, reaching out and easing the soap out of his sibling's grip. "I'd hug you and play with you whether you're clean or not. But while we're here we may as well get you clean, yeah? Let me help you do it. Just sit down and turn around and I can scrub you down, how's that?" That way they would be done much faster, and the sooner they were through they could have something to eat. Takeshi looked around the stall hopefully for something to help do the scrubbing, a loofah or maybe even a soft bristled brush. Seeing nothing of use however he sighed, figuring he had to do it all by hand. Turning an ear to T'charrl the Saiyan let out a soft chuckle, shrugging and nodding his head in spite of their friend not being able to see them. "I like that idea. If they ask, which I doubt they will. Gods know the twins would never let me live it down if I got hurt by a bar of soap..."

"Nothing is keeping you from being independent but yourself Viral. You only are bound by something if you let yourself be bound by it." Vegeta didn't want to make it sound like it was Viral's fault, but he definitely thought the Beastman needed a new perspective. He was so engrossed in needing a purpose, needing to find a reason for being that the Saiyan was skeptical he actually tried finding one for himself at all. In a way he almost seemed to need other people to give him reason, and when the people willing to do so were bad and those close to him refused no wonder he was so lost. His understanding of the situation may be entirely wrong, but that was his gist of it. "Would things be easier if I gave you orders...? Told you what to do...?" Laying out a syringe with a compound to induce drowsiness Vegeta then grabbed a pair of gloves, sliding them on carefully. "No one wants to tell you what your purpose is or what to do because we want you to find it for yourself. You say you're born to be a fighter? So use that, keep fighting with us. You've got free will too, at least that's what we're trying to impress on you. You do what [i]you[/i] want to do, or if you don't know then try things, that's how you find out." Viral was a bit past the whole experimenting as a kid phase, if he ever really was in that phase to begin with. Vegeta never quite understood why their father gave the Beastman a mature body in spite of being technically a child. To him that showed too in a way their father's confidence in Viral being able to keep himself in check.

Vegeta frowned when Viral took his words quite the wrong way. Shaking his head he let out a sigh, placing his hands on the side of the table and looking down at the Beastman sadly. "That's not what I'm saying at all and you know it... Maybe dad made you because he just... Wanted to? And when you were made he wanted to just let you live and experience life? Hell Viral... He and mom both refer to you as a son, which makes me your brother. Maybe they just wanted to... Make a kid?" Thinking on that a bit more Vegeta's face abruptly reddened, and with a faint gasp of realization he shook his head, waving his hands dismissively. "Not make a kid like... Eugh... Never mind. But my point is dad might have created you because he just wanted to. And once it worked he left you to develop on your own, because maybe he wanted you to figure things out on your own, including your own path." A lot of maybe's, that bothered Vegeta. He desperately wanted to give a definite answer, and yet now knowing their father's or anyone else's incentives on the project he couldn't offer any. Grabbing the syringe from the table he went about carefully cleaning Viral's skin, looking for a vein to inject the serum into. "The transformation isn't the problem, it's how it's brought about and your control over it. What the Saiyans and the RRA did was remove your ability to control it, that's nothing wrong with you. Like I said Viral... Dad made you and he made you able enough to handle yourself. Other people are the reason these things have happened, not you."

Shu and Takeshi had, at last, finished their shower. What ought to have been five minutes turned into a near half hour debacle, culminating in Takeshi washing his brother for simplicity's sake. Once everyone was cleaned up they had gotten dressed and gone to their room to relax, waiting for dinner to be prepared. Since both Viral and Yumi were to get medical attention it fell to the rest of the group, namely the twins and their father, to prepare dinner. Vegeta had been rather efficient in dealing with the Beastmen and their injuries. Viral's surgery was simple, and within 20 minutes he was patched up and allowed to remain in bed to rest. Yumi had very few actual injuries, albeit a few bruised ribs and external bruises showed the pressure she had been under. Her mood had improved considerably, no longer grumpy or angry. She was however rather dejected when around Viral, being awfully remorseful towards him for reasons she wouldn't unveil. After an hour had passed everything had been seen to, and the group in its entirety, Viral included, were sitting down readying themselves for a long coming meal. 

"Oooooh man, whatever that is it smells delicious!" Takeshi exclaimed, turning to look in the direction of the kitchen from his seat. Smiling broadly he sniffed at the air again, turning back and rubbing at his stomach eagerly. "They must have cooked a load of stuff back there, I can smell all sorts of things!"

Yumi rolled her eyes dramatically at Takeshi's outburst, but a faintly amused smile crept across her lips. "No wonder you're so hungry, you jump around like an idiot at the first smell of food. Must work up a huge appetite." As things have a way of happening not a second after she said that did her own stomach grumble, rather vocally at that. Yumi scowled in Vegeta's direction then as he began to laugh at her. 

"You sound ready to eat half of it Yumi, I wouldn't go pointing fingers," Vegeta teased, inciting a childish tongue-sticking from his friend. Looking too in the direction of the kitchen he sniffed the air curiously, surprised by how aromatic the foods were. "Wow... Those do smell really good..."