[IC] Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

[Mogtaki]

Shu was fairly excited to see the dragon again, or maybe it was another one. He didn’t know if there was going to be a completely different dragon or if he might just see the same one again so he didn’t know if it would understand them or speak an alien language. That would be kind of hard for them if that was the case, trying to actually speak to him and get him to understand what they were asking if he didn’t speak their language and he doubted the scouters would reach up to a giant dragon. He wondered how T’charrl felt about all this and whether he knew what a dragon was or not, but either way it should be an experience for him and he hoped that it would be a nice one too and not too scary for him to experience. His friend was still in his large form but it seemed to be because he was not wanting to change back in front of the Namekians since they had been around them all this time in that form of his. He really didn’t know if his friend would find the control he needed after all of this wishing went on and they got Vegeta’s parents back, seeing how they put it off for too long and whenever he went through space he ended up changing and getting stronger uncontrollably. They still didn’t tell T’charrl about that hideous form he took luckily so he had no idea, but seeing him as a giant bony demon-bug was pretty scary and who knew if it would happen again.

Kiton was not having a good time at all and the hour spent around these people only made him worry about his future more. He knew he was going to be taken to this leader of theirs but the fact he had managed to endanger and nearly kill an entire race made him pretty numb to the thought of possible freedom in the future. He had done what his race had been notorious for in the past and was just continuing that stereotype. This was not helping his case at all and this was definitely making it a whole lot worse. Despite having a tiny bit of healing to make things more comfortable for him he was still unable to move very well, his body not healed of its injuries. He was weak from absolutely everything he had been deprived of and with three people including the angry one-armed alien watching over him he could only feel intimidated and worried over his safety. He was so small compared to all of them, barely above waist height. Standing up by himself he could barely keep still as he tried to find balance in his condition, his energy too low for him to try and fly off and escape successfully.

Viral didn’t know what to think and was feeling worse the longer he had to remain still. He was not comfortable standing out in the open like this and even though the Namekians had shown a whole lot of tolerance towards him he still felt uneasy being around them. He didn’t like his new form, nobody could like his new form. He was stuck between several states and the mental struggles he was going through was just horrible. Everyone was so happy and yet there he was barely breathing and sweating nervously. He didn’t know what it would be like to see Vegeta’s parents once again and whether they could treat him or not still remained a mystery. Staring at the ground as barely anything else other than worry went through his head he gasped when Yumi patted him on the shoulder, immediately looking to her before away again as he grabbed hold of his head. It was hard to keep his thoughts contained and with everyone else happy he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out and destined to ruin everything. He had already ruined Vegeta by changing into this monster so who knew how much he was destined to ruin everything else because of his attitude.

The Elder had waited with the group for as long as it took for the Dragonballs to be delivered, keeping them all company while keeping his people away. He was not going to go off and sit around while everyone stood around anxiously waiting for their wishes to arrive, especially when so many lives counted on the Dragonballs working out for them. For all the Namekians lost during the battle it would only be the buildings that would be lost, but only temporarily until they finally rebuilt again. To lose so many was hard and did cause grief for many, but to know they would soon rejoin them again only brought back hope that their future can only get better from here. With everyone waiting for the final Dragonball to arrive the sight of it caused much relief to many, the Elder standing to the side as the final Dragonball was placed. It was a glorious day to see them all together once again and even more glorious it would be to see their sacred dragon once more. “We are all connected in some way as Namekians through our children so asking out for the Dragonballs would take no time at all”, the Elder spoke, chuckling as he stared at the large Dragonballs as they shone in the sun, “Now, as the Guardian of these Dragonballs, I am traditionally not allowed to be the one to request wishes…so it will be our Eri who will conduct the wishes. It shall be his duty to heal lost connections that now rest beyond our world and bring them back to their families”.

[GambolMuse]

Upon seeing all seven Dragonballs gathered together Vegeta's eyes lit up, feeling quite excited for what was to come. There was a faint interest in seeing the Namekian dragon he supposed, but moreover he was thrilled for what their wishes would bring them. Thrilled, and frankly a bit terrified. He had not considered the repercussions that bringing his parents back might cause but now that it was within reach it couldn't help but circulate in his mind. How would they explain it to everyone back on Earth? Would things work out or would there be problems? On the borderline of anxiety and elation he just wanted to get the wishes underway, looking across to the Elder in hopes they might do just that. He hoped by insisting they begin he wasn't coming across as pushy, and he knew that these wishes were just as important for the Namekians too. Vegeta didn't know how many lives had been lost but then the number didn't quite count, the fact someone had died was all that mattered. By the looks of it the duty would fall to Eri, the selfsame Namekian who had just healed all of their injuries. They were really going to owe this child quite a debt of gratitude, and all of these people for that matter. He didn't know how they would repay these kindnesses, but Vegeta would be damned if he didn't at least do something for them.

Eri was feeling very good about himself today, pleased to have helped so many. All of the warriors who had protected Namek were now healthy again, save perhaps for the Frost Demon. He knew stories of their kind, of the tyrant Frieza that had attacked their planet and destroyed Old Namek, but then that didn't much matter to him. This one was not the same monster who had attacked them before and he couldn't outright hate Kiton over something his predecessors had done. Even with no personal resentment however he was made to hold back on the healing, just as a precaution as no one could be sure what he might do. Having been watching the Frost Demon sympathetically Eri hadn't paid much mind to the Dragonballs, only finally tearing away his focus when the Elder began to speak. There were a few Namekians present at current and yet it was going to fall to him to summon Porunga? Had he heard that correctly? Blinking in surprise the young Namekian managed a smile, looking down sheepishly as he shifted about. What an honor, to be allowed to summon their beloved dragon. He would do his absolute best, everyone was counting on him.

"Thank you Elder, I'll summon him right away!" Eri responded, smiling as he approached the gathered Dragonballs. Standing before them he swallowed nervously, reaching his hands out over them and inhaling before loudly reciting the words needed for the ritual. "Takorok, pal-Porunga, pol pori pyro!" Immediately there was no response from the Dragonballs and for a moment Eri worried he had done something wrong? Those were the words weren't they? He'd been taught them several times over so he should know them, so why wasn't anything happening? Staring down uneasily as a wind blew across the open ground he almost started to chant again, instead gasping and stumbling back a bit as the Dragonballs lit up. With a pulsating light the sky quickly darkened, the air seeming to become thick with energy as the pulsating quickened. Then, in a single brilliant flash a pillar of light burst skywards from the Dragonballs, beginning to twist and turn as the dragon itself took shape. For the most part it looked much like Shenron from Earth, but as the spiral reached its peak the light quickly expanded, the torso and head of the dragon being vastly wider and bulkier than his Earthen counterpart. After a few tense moments the dragon finally appeared in earnest, towering well over everyone as it stared down at the group below, his red eyes holding everyone in a single gaze easily.

"Woah... He's fricken huge!" Takeshi mumbled, staring upwards in amazement, "Like... Way huge! Bigger than Shenron!" Who knew the dragons would be so different? He'd honestly expected to see Shenron again seeing as even Earth's Dragonballs were still Namekian, yet apparently there were two different dragons. Who would have thought? This was pretty awesome, and by now he was trembling with excitement at what was to come. They were going to be bringing Vegeta's folks back soon, and all the Namekians that had died fighting those monsters. Everything about this whole situation was great, he was practically bursting at the seams in anticipation. Glancing over at Shu he smiled amused, wondering just how baffled the little guy must be. Or T'charrl for that matter, as at least Shu had seen Shenron.

"You have collected all seven Dragonballs, and now, as it is written, think wisely and I will grant you three wishes within my power." Porunga said, his voice so loud it almost felt like everything shook as he spoke. His voice was deep and commanding, yet his tone wasn't one that imposed any kind of threat or real urgency. He was here for the Namekians, after all, and he would do as was asked of him so long as one of their own made the request.

"R-Right... Um... Our first wish..." Eri stammered, feeling extremely nervous as he looked up at Porunga. First things first, he needed to bring back all of their kin who had been slain, that much was obvious. Smiling uneasily he lifted his hands up towards the dragon, projecting his youthful voice as loudly as he could. "Porunga! Sei do por, de na Porunga do nas su! Do fas so lun tri lanku!" The heroes wouldn't have any idea whatsoever what was just wished for and that was fine, they didn't need to. This wish was solely for their people and so long as the Namekians were aware of it that was all that was needed. After voicing his wish there was a brief silence, as though the dragon was contemplating the wish. Then finally after a few brief moments of waiting...

"Your wish has been heard and it shall be granted!" Porunga responded, his eyes glowing brighter as he began to channel his power. To revive all of those recently killed was easy enough, he would have that done within moments. By finding their souls and their bodies left behind, however little, he was able to rejoin the two and reform the deceased. Streaks of light would shoot across the sky as people returned from Otherworld, scattering all over the planet to their respective homes. It only took a little over a minute, but with that through the first wish had been successfully granted.

"The Namekians lost today have been restored, and all are home safely. Now, young one, what is your second wish?"

Eri beamed excitably at how easy that had been, glancing over at the Elder with a look of pure elation as his hands balled into fists. Wow, the dragon really was powerful, he made it look so easy. Of course even he as a child understood the gravity of what was being done and why the Dragonballs were sacred and to be protected. But now was not the time to be getting into the philosophy and implications of this magic, there were wishes to be made.

"Friends, what are the names of those we'll be reviving?" Eri asked, smiling as he turned back to the group.

"Aito and June," Vegeta responded quickly, his mouth twitching into a nervous smile as he spoke, "And... Can you bring them here? To Namek?"

Bringing them to Namek? That didn't sound too complicated, and thanks to the Elder's wisdom Eri knew exactly how to carry out the next two wishes. Turning back to Porunga he raised his arms again, fighting back a smile as he tried to maintain a respectful seriousness with the great being.

"Porunga! Yen do gi sen, mase dere Aito ten June! Do fas so lun tri lanku! Ten... Kor do ael Namek he shi por!" Hopefully he could make two wishes at once, though even if he couldn't it would be easy enough to ask again. Waiting eagerly for the response he let the dragon do what was needed, squirming slightly where he stood as they all awaited an answer.

"Understood. I will bring back the ones called Aito and June, and I will bring them to Namek." To do such a thing their souls had to be moved to a different station, a task that took Porunga all of a few seconds to accomplish. Once that was handled his eyes glowed red once more, letting out a low growl as he focused his power and began moving their souls across the planes. As with the Namekians before there were faint lights in the sky, only two this time as both raced across the black canvas above. Both lights sped towards where they were all gathered, and once overhead they appeared to pause for a moment before shooting down suddenly, landing not too far from the group in a sudden landing. As with how the dragon himself had appeared there was a bright glow as the lights landed, but gradually the light would fade, giving way to first silhouettes of figures within the light. Finally, when the light completely vanished two figures were left standing in its wake, a man and a woman. Having fulfilled those two last wishes the sky began to brighten once more, Porunga giving a satisfied "hmph" before looking down at the group.

"Your wishes have been granted, and my service to you is done. Until next time... Farewell." Glowing with a bright light as before the dragon began to fade, first in a brilliant burst of light that seemed to dissipate altogether, leaving nothing but particles of energy left behind. One by one the Dragonballs then lifted into the air, loosing their sheen gradually and turning more to stone than mystic orb. Once at a moderately high elevation each of the seven shot off into various directions, racing across the area and vanishing over the horizons.

[Mogtaki]

Shu was rather excited and didn’t know quite how to settle down other than bounce on his toes. He could only watch the Dragonballs curiously as the Namekian calmly approached them to fulfil his duty. He didn’t know if there was something special about these Dragonballs other than their size but he would soon see. Watching them he squeaked when Eri finally spoke up but in what sounded like their native language. He didn’t catch what it was exactly but for a moment nothing appeared to happen, Shu only tilting his head in response before seeing the glow finally starting up. Squeaking he bounced back when the Dragonballs suddenly exploded with light, the Dragonballs forming the massive figure before them; however, it wasn’t, the same figure he knew from Earth. This was definitely a different dragon than the one he knew and when it finally formed he gasped at the sight of it, getting awfully excited at seeing it. So there was different dragons that came from those things, they were different; however, that did raise more questions. He didn’t know how the Dragonballs even came to be if that was the case, but they were definitely related to these Namekians.

T’charrl didn’t know what to expect with these things or how they even functioned as wish-givers, but apparently they were on this planet and Earth only. It was all strange to him and rather supernatural but he tried to keep an open mind and not try to freak out. He didn’t want to offend anyone by running away if there was something that went crazy in his eyes but was perfectly normal for the others. Staring at the Dragonballs curiously he gasped when they suddenly exploded into light, forming something massive before the group. Slowly backing off he looked to the sky, the green daylight turning black as if the suns were swallowed by the power of the Dragonballs. Feeling rather scared he gasped when the bright light suddenly took shape, one of a massive scaley creature. That must’ve been the wish-giver they wanted to summon so badly and he was rather impressive, but he didn’t know if they would do good or if the wishes cost anything.

Kiton didn’t know what was happening but he was rather scared of the surge of energy, trying to back away on the ground but getting nowhere with tired limbs. Unable to understand how such a phenomenon was happening he just wanted to get away from it. Raising his arm tiredly he tried to shield his eyes from the bright light, only gazing past it when the glowing faded and instead a massive creature hovered up above all of them. This was rather worrying and probably not where he wanted to be. Gazing up at the others he spotted them gazing up at the creature too meaning it was probably a good time to try and get away from the dragon’s massive form. Slowly trying to move away he slowly backed off, his legs barely able to keep him up before he simply collapsed to his knees.

Viral didn’t know what to think about this moment in time if only able to concentrate on the nervous rush coursing through him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do even though he knew what was going to happen. He was going to see Vegeta’s parents again, but he didn’t know if that’s what he wanted when he was the one who killed them in the first place; sure, Vegeta would be happy but he didn’t know if he was even if it meant he would be cured. Staring up at the dragon he still held his head, his mental condition not making it easy for him to handle this event. All he could think about was their deaths and how it had been near erased from his mind. He was having flashbacks to an event he couldn’t even remember and that alone was terrifying. Going through a panic attack he stepped back as the dragon started to fulfil their wishes, first bringing back the Namekians before fulfilling the final two by bringing back June and Aito. Staring at the bright light the moment he spotted the figures he immediately looked away, afraid that if he might gaze at them the programming that corrupted his mind might activate again. Feeling rather stressed he gasped when the dragon burst into a flash of light that quickly faded, turning around just to see the Dragonballs lift up into the air before shooting away in different directions just like the ones on Earth did. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do other than succumb to his panicked state, his worry not only on hurting them again but them seeing what he had become. Growling lowly he turned away again, trying to get out of the group as he stumbled in the opposite direction.

[GambolMuse]

Takeshi was blown away by how big the dragon was, really not having anything to say as he was too busy gaping at it in awe. Jeez, and he thought Shenron was big! For such a massive thing it was awfully patient with them, again in contrast to Shenron who always had sounded like he had better things to be doing. This was all neat and all but boy was it confusing, especially trying to listen to what Eri was saying. He was certain the Namekians weren't pulling one over on them but damn if he couldn't understand a word being said; scouters would be quite helpful right now but no one had figured to bring them along. With the first wish made he watched as the streaks of light raced across the pitch black sky, figuring they had to be all of the Namekians who were killed by the monsters. Well good, he was glad that these people were going to get to come back, it would feel kind of lousy if they got off happy while the natives were left upset. Finally their wishes were seen too, with the only words that Takeshi could even pick out in all of that being Aito and June's names. Holding his breath in anticipation he looked around when the wish was made, waiting for something to happen. He hadn't noticed the two lights coming down and jumped a bit when they hit the ground, looking over in amazement as two figures began to appear.

Vegeta's heart was pounding like mad inside of his chest right now, he could barely think and he felt like he could barely breathe. This was it, his parents were coming back after so many years. Before he had been thinking solely of what it would mean to Viral, how it would guarantee the Beastman's health and well being; now that the moment was finally at hand he began to feel quite anxious himself. What should he say? Should he even say anything? Maybe he should go over and embrace them though that seemed a bit much, yet it felt wrong to just stand here. Watching as two figures swiftly descended from the sky he waited for the light to fade, eyes growing wide when he could finally see who was there. No doubt about it, those were his parents, exactly as he remembered them. Odd to think of them as his parents, in a way, given they were both only a little over a decade older than he was now. Still, they were his parents, the two people he'd lost at such a young age and was now being reunited with. Smiling nervously he watched as they began to gather their surroundings, much too nervous to react at the moment.

Where was this? It wasn't a world that June recognized as it certainly wasn't Earth. It seemed like it almost, but the grass was unusually colored and the sky as well. Coming back to life sure threw you through a loop and her head was a little light right now, trying to gather her thoughts and get her bearings. It wasn't until a moment after arriving that she noticed the group gathered around the area, and namely Vegeta at the forefront. There was someone else too, someone who was barely recognizable to her. Viral? The hair looked the same but the rest of him...

"Vegeta? Viral?" June called hopefully, a wide smile crossing her lips. Unable to help herself she ran across the clearing, going immediately for her son first. Grabbing Vegeta up in a hug she let out a happy laugh, spinning him before placing him back down and placing her hands on his cheeks. How long had it been? Years she knew but she'd tried not counting, and yet her little toddler had somehow grown into a young man. A mixture of pride and sorrow set on her in a seconds notice, her eyes welling up as she shook her head and took Vegeta into a hug again.

"Oh my baby... I missed you so much..." June whispered, smiling tearfully as she was given an embrace in turn, "You've grown into such a young man, I'm so happy to see that. I guess this means I won't have to change you anymore!" she added, laughing as she pulled back and wiped tears away with the heel of her hand.

So this was Namek then...? Hm, he'd always wanted to come here before but never had the chance, and now he was finally visiting the world albeit not in the way he'd imagined. It was nice, but he could hardly be sightseeing right now. Watching as June went rushing over to Vegeta, Aito too felt a strong urge to join them yet there was something else he had to do. There was another person in this group who needed him, perhaps more than his own son did. Though he had changed quite a bit since they last spoke Aito could easily recognize Viral, and seeing him try to leave was awfully disappointing. Smiling sympathetically he began walking after the Beastman, making no rush as he didn't want to upset Viral.

"Don't run away... We've only just gotten here," Aito called, smiling as he got closer, "Or do I smell bad and that's scaring you off? Sorry, I suppose I haven't showered in quite a while." Chuckling to himself he finally managed to get closer to the Beastman, thanks much in part to Yumi's intervention. Ah, that's right, she had changed as well hadn't she? So much was different from before and it was quite difficult to remain composed right now. Taking a deep breath Aito tried to clear his head, nodding in appreciation to Yumi before refocusing his gaze on Viral. Still alive, thank goodness, though even just at a glance he could tell how out of order things were. A sudden, jolting transformation like this could only be the result of his body being unable to balance the powers within him, as each seemed to be erratically trying to manifest itself all at once. A problem, yes, but nothing that couldn't be helped.

"Viral... I'm so glad we could make it back in time, I hope you'll forgive us for taking so long," Aito said, extending a hand out to the Beastman, "Well, I suppose we came as quickly as we could. I'm very proud of you for managing to hold on for so long, but your suffering is over. I'm going to see to that personally."

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t know what to make of the dragon but from the sound of him he certainly seemed friendly, even if his voice was pretty booming. He was happy that he was finally getting to see the dragon after so long of being told they were going to go to Namek for them. Watching the dragon work their wishes was certainly thrilling and he just couldn’t get enough of it, even if he only saw it once before when he had been wished away to save Viral. So much for that wish, but then again they would never had met their friends if they never went into space so maybe that was a good thing too. Now that Vegeta was getting his parents back their friend could be cured eventually and not have to suffer anymore, or at least they hoped. As the dragon disappeared he gasped when the Dragonballs flew away, his eyes soon going down to the figures that were Vegeta’s parents.

Watching Vegeta be reunited with his parents he felt happy but also upset that he wasn’t getting to experience this kind of meeting. If they had one more wish then maybe they would’ve been able to see their mother, but that would have to wait for another day. Squeaking, he bounced closer to Takeshi, taking a hold of his top and giving it a tug. Staring up at Takeshi he wondered if he thought the same, tilting his head before looking back to Vegeta as his mother gave him a happy hug.

T’charrl didn’t know what happened but somehow the dead had been brought back to life through some sort of magic. It was so strange, especially when he had opened up a link to the afterlife to these same people and now they were living and breathing. It was certainly nice that they had accomplished what they set out to do, even if it was rather strange to experience. The event was probably something he’d only witness once, but then again these guys were probably going to do something like this again sometime with another big creature. It was quite a nice scene to see, but there was someone who wasn’t really wanting to be a part of it who should had been. He could feel Viral’s emotions from here and quite frankly it was rather scary, feeling an almost fearful rage from him. Rolling over onto his feet he stared at Viral and the newly revived Aito, worried about what happen if he got too close to the Beastman.

Viral didn’t know why he thought he could handle this because he sure as hell couldn’t. He wanted this but he also feared it would come. He was the one who killed them in the first place and seeing them there and hearing their voices just forced memories to come flashing back, acting as if they weren’t his own when those memories should had been wiped clean. Viral didn’t know what to do, he was in complete panic mode and what was worse was he looked like a monster that would kill them again. Trying to find his unbalanced escape he gasped at the sight of Yumi, giving her an angry wide-eyed glare before gasping at the sound of Aito’s voice.

Viral seemed frozen, his eyes still wide-eyed and angered but he was completely stunned. He felt unable to act, his body not moving apart from a few small twitches. He could smell him alright, smelling like he did before being covered in his own blood. He was completely confused, he didn’t know what he wanted or understand what was happening but it greatly hurt his head trying to think about it. Remaining fairly still as Aito continued to speak to him, he noticed his hand coming from the corner of his eye. Freezing for a moment he listened to Aito speak, soon growling at his words. “Are you calling me weak?!” he snarled as he spun around to face him but froze in his aggressive stance. He looked like he had seen a ghost, quite literally so, causing him to freeze up with his claws still bared.

[GambolMuse]

What would happen if Viral was faced with those he had killed again? Would he panic? Relapse? Or perhaps break down? Aito didn't want to cause the Beastman any further pain but if he was going to help he needed to get close. Viral had tried to run right as they appeared, and a reaction like that hardly bode well for their efforts. It could well be that Vegeta would be needed as a intermediary party, at least until Viral was comfortable enough to be with him. Though this very man had been the cause of his death prior he felt no bitterness towards him, only a sense of pride and happiness. Was the Beastman's condition poor? Most certainly, but he was very much alive and breathing. So long as Viral maintained a heartbeat there was hope, and Aito would do absolutely everything within his power to see his health improve.

"You weak? Calling you weak would be like calling my greatest success a failure. Well, second greatest," Aito replied, smiling as he retracted his hand. Quite obviously things were not going to go as smoothly as he had hoped, which only meant that it would take a little more time than anticipated. "With all due respect Viral I underestimated you before. I never thought that you could do what you did, or that you ever would. I didn't expect the attack and so I never fought back. But I can most certainly tell you this much," he began, his smile waning slightly, "I have no intentions of dying again. At least, not by your hand. I will sooner subdue you than I will fall victim, especially because that would be giving those bastards what they wanted again." Not exactly the most cheerful of reunion speeches, was it? While he felt no hatred or disdain towards Viral there was plenty of it towards the RRA. He knew what had happened, he had been informed by King Kai after a while and that loathing had simmered for so long. Now that he was alive it was boiling, but he couldn't go out seeking revenge. Priorities first, Viral needed to be seen to.

"But I digress, we're not here to listen to me curse my former co-workers or try and intimidate you. I know better, you'd never step down so easily," Aito said with a laugh, folding his hands behind his back, "Please, do try to relax. There's a lot we have to do and I would rather get to it sooner than later. As it stands your condition is very precarious, perhaps nearing the point of total genetic failure. If your body degrades any further then we'll have to take far more drastic measures than simple treatments, so I imagine I don't need to stress enough how we should be getting right to work." First and foremost he'd have to speak with Vegeta, learn all he had done in regards of curing Viral and work from there. He would give his son credit for trying to help with this, but the work that went into the Beastman was likely far above what Vegeta was ready to handle. He would like this conversation between them to be much more pleasant, but he needed to convey the importance of getting to work.

Yumi didn't quite know what to say to Aito or June, finding a lump in her throat every time she tried to speak. These two were like parents to her and she had spent more time with them than her own; it was every bit a reunion for Vegeta and Viral as it was for her. Much to her chagrin after June had finished seeing to Vegeta the woman turned her attention on her, though she waved off any shows of affection for now. She wanted to catch up and everything, she did, but right now Viral needed a helping hand. Like T'charrl she could get a vague sense of what the Beastman was feeling and it wasn't good in the slightest. With her friend preoccupied by Aito she got a little closer, reaching up and placing a hand on the spot between his shoulder blades on his back. Giving a small smile she tried to convey a sense of calm, thinking it, calming herself, simply willing it, whatever made it work. It was pretty unlikely she figured anything serious would happen, but she could see just how unsettled Viral was and she wasn't crazy about it at all.

[Mogtaki]

Viral didn’t know how to react to any of this as his mind got completely stuck, even if he knew he was going to see them again and get them wished back. His current mentality couldn’t handle it right now, even worse than he handled it when he saw them through T’charrl’s energy. His mind was constantly playing catch-up with what was happening in front of him and all he could feel was the same grief he felt before when he last met them. He was completely confused and in a panic looking like a deer about to meet its death. He didn’t know what was happening or how to react to it, only that he was beginning to suffer mentally from this ordeal. Finding it hard to see past the memories made it even harder to come to terms with the presence of his creators, making it even worse for him to try and control himself.

Finding it hard to breathe he was nearly sent into a complete mental overload at the sight of Aito, staring at him as he spoke but very quickly getting angry at him. Second greatest? That made him the inferior one out of two with Aito’s attempt to not alienate Vegeta. It didn’t matter how he looked at that sentence, he was still the lesser one. Staring at Aito he slowly moved back as he spoke about his death, the man only trying to make him feel better but talking about it was making him feel terrible as memories forced through his mind. Growling lowly he held his head, his eyes still wide in anger and confusion as he tried to force the memories away.

Hearing of his possible death over again just freaked him out to no end, even if he constantly heard of it being a possibility. He was inferior, that much was true: he just needed a ghost to tell him that. Groaning as he slowly shook his head he kept his hands high, he began to growl as he tried to force himself away from the sight of Aito. “You…you think that will make it all better?!” he snarled, clasping his claws against his head, “I tore you two to shreds! How does saying all that make everything better?? Second greatest? You should had stuck with the first, it would had made you live longer!!” Getting overly anxious and stressed out he looked ready to attack, removing his bloody claws from his head and holding them at his sides; however, before he could even move forward he felt a sudden coldness touch his back. Shivering at first contact he looked ready to turn around to meet her, but the touch soon became a warmth that gradually shifted through his body. His mind became light and his body followed, his foot moving to turn his body around until his knees couldn’t hold his large weight, his body falling onto his side heavily.

Kiton didn’t know what was going on but apparently these two were dead before and for a very long time. That creature brought them back like it was nothing, the Namekians too even if they were only recently deceased. He didn’t understand how people who were dead for so long could be brought back and quite frankly he would probably have the same freak-out the monster was having if he knew these guys. Watching the strange display he slowly moved onto his side, trying to get on his front to push himself off the ground, straining as he tried to get up again. “T-This is insane! Who are these people??”

[GambolMuse]

"Do I think it will make everything better? No, but it can't hurt. I'm certainly not going to stand here and berate you," Aito replied, smiling in spite of Viral's outbursts. He wasn't thrilled at agitating the Beastman like this but he had to get insight into what the problem was and just how far along it might be. As he'd expected he was becoming almost feral, his more animal side winning over reason. That supported his theory that the genes were deteriorating and now he knew precisely what needed to be done. Simple gene therapy wasn't going to cut it, they would likely have to rework his genome from scratch in order to stabilize things. The rate of deterioration, he figured, was much too quick for any simple injections to solve. Could it perhaps stave any serious damage? Perhaps, but it wasn't going to fix anything. They would need to put Viral into stasis, keep him sedated while they worked to prevent his body from acting up and harming itself.

Watching as Viral fell to the ground, Aito glanced over to Yumi with a puzzled expression. What had she just done? Evidently her appearance wasn't the only thing that changed, she had just in essence soothed a savage beast. Peculiar, but handy and probably saving him the trouble of restraining the Beastman himself. Letting out a soft sigh he looked down at Viral, wondering how he would feel about the treatment. No doubt he would be happy to begin recovering but to be put under for potentially a week or more wouldn't be so thrilling; if Viral didn't agree to that then they would have to approach the problem a different way, and this far Aito had only come up with the single idea. Moving to squat down he blinked when he felt the back of his collar be grabbed, standing straight and glancing behind him to see June giving him an exasperated look.

"Honestly Aito, we only just got back and you're provoking him. Do you really want to go back already?" June asked, releasing her husband as she let out a sigh, "We can do this without agitating Viral, so please don't. He's been through enough already, he doesn't need anymore pain." Turning her attention then to the Beastman she gave him a soft smile, kneeling down at his side and looking him over. He was so changed, but in ways worse than the others. She didn't know the science behind Beastmen but she knew this wasn't right, and it wasn't even remotely how Viral had looked before.

"You poor thing... I'm sorry you're having to go through this, but it's going to get better soon," June said gently, reaching out and stroking Viral's hair, "You don't have to worry anymore, Aito and I will make things all better. And when we do we'll all go back to being a family, just like before."

This was a nice little scene, seeing Aito and June reuniting with Vegeta after so long. Was this what their own reunion with their mother would be like? Takeshi didn't even know these people yet he was feeling pretty happy, sniffling as he smiled at their friend. For a usually stoic and serious guy he sure looked happy right now, and his cheeks were damp from crying but then who could blame him? Realizing his own eyes were slightly watery Takeshi used his sleeve to wipe his face dry, sniffling again and letting out a small chuckle. It kind of made all of the crap they went through today worth it, and now that Viral was getting help things were only going to get even better.

"Wow... Big scary Takeshi is crying?" Haku teased, smiling slightly as he looked over at the Prince. Getting a good smack on the back of the head for that comment he winced, grasping the spot with both hands before frowning, hardly thinking his tease deserved that slap. Still he'd managed to get to the other boy, and seeing him smile regardless of being poked at made Haku smile too, relieved that his joke had been taken alright.

"Shut up Haku, you're not crying because you don't know them," Takeshi retorted, his face a bit red out of embarrassment. If Shu had any real idea of what was happening he'd probably be all teary eyed too, same as T'charrl. Speaking of someone who was utterly clueless Kiton sounded like he really needed some explanations. Looking over at the Frost Demon he smiled slightly, gesturing over to Aito and June. "Those are Vegeta's parents, they were dead for a while but now they're not. Aito is the guy that made Viral and now he's back to help fix Viral, which has been a long time coming. They seem kind of cool honestly." Even if Aito was pretty casual with aggravating the Beastman, it seemed like an awfully risky move. But hey, he was the smart guy so he had to know what he was doing.

[Mogtaki]

Viral was mentally worn out and unable to act any longer, his body sore and his mind shot. He didn’t know why he had said such things to him and couldn’t understand why he wasn’t able to stand or feel anything anymore, but he did feel like a disappointment. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be, what he had become and what might happen to him now that he had got to this point. Moving a paw to try and push his body off the ground he simply found himself unable to find the raw strength any longer, his mind now completely shot. He couldn’t understand why he would come back and say such things to him, but maybe he simply deserved it.

Feeling exhausted he stared at nothing, the images in front of his appearing fuzzy as his vision continued to fade back and forth. His body was trying to go to sleep after those stressful emotions had been wiped from him but he didn’t want to, leaving his mind blank and unable to focus on anything. Staring at the faded figures he watched as one of them came close to him, kneeling down in front of him with a scent he recognised too as June. Closing his eyes as she stroked his hair he let out a groan, slowly rolling his face into the ground. “…I…don’t remember…before…”

Shu was a little frightened at the reaction Viral gave his creator, but the man was saying some mean things to him. Calling him the second best must had hurt and even then reminding him of the things he did must had been painful as well, knowing such things were some of the first things to tell Viral upon seeing them again. He wouldn’t want to have to be reminded of such things when seeing someone close to him for the first time in a very long time. Frowning at the sight of it all he slowly crouched to the ground, laying down on his front as he wrapped his tail around himself, his arms and feet tucked under his body. He felt unable to feel what they must be feeling from all of this, finding it hard to think what it must be like to meet his mother after so many years. He just didn’t know how to feel about her so it made it difficult. It seemed Takeshi was feeling something, but he simply found it too hard himself. Maybe he wasn’t like the others as much as he thought because he was really having a hard time figuring out what he was supposed to feel.

T’charrl thought it was pretty nice but the emotions coming from Viral was a little scary. Moving around slowly on the ground he soon stood up, not sure if they were going to notice him at a time like this and was feeling less shy as a result. Smiling when Viral’s negative emotions were wiped he looked between Haku and Takeshi, nearly accidentally standing on Shu before he noticed him on the ground. He was curious about these two now and how they were going to repair the Beastman, but hopefully things would go smoothly and the Beastman wouldn’t be in too much pain in the process. Tilting his head at Takeshi he gave the Frost Demon a quick look, backing away from the group when Takeshi gave a little explanation on the situation. He didn’t know about ‘cool’, but they were certainly different and scientific as well as caring, even if the man had effectively caused the Beastman to lose it.

Kiton was completely confused and worried over what he was seeing, but what Takeshi had to tell him didn’t really help the situation all that much. He was so casual about bringing back the dead, his eyes going to the creature before he simply tried to get to his feet again. “This is just…a normal occurrence to you people, or something??” he asked up, managing to fly for only a second before he fell to the ground again with a grunt. Growling lowly he pressed his hand against the ground, slowly moving his other arm underneath his chest as he tried to get up again but could barely lift his head off the ground. “Aghhh…damnit! At least that guy has a reason to be on the ground! This is just…cruelty!”

[GambolMuse]

"Oh... That's alright, don't worry about it. What's important is here and now, and the fact you'll be feeling better soon," June said softly, smiling as she continued to stroke Viral's hair, "Just keep being strong so Aito can help you, okay? You do that little bit and he'll handle the rest." Poor thing, how hard had life been on the Beastman since they had passed? He was never really meant to act as a parent and yet she figured he'd adopted the role, that couldn't have been easy. Come to think of it she didn't even know what the reason was behind his changing like this either, but it must have been something really radical to make it so bad. Things were going to be okay though, Aito was back and knowing him he already had a plan in place. There was something that she was forgetting to do though, something that made them seem awfully rude without showing their appreciation. Looking up at the Namekian Elder, June smiled at him kindly, nodding her head in a slight show of thanks.

"Thank you so much for reuniting us sir, it means the world to me and my husband," June said cheerfully, "I'm so happy to know the Namekians are alive and well too, I was worried when I heard about the war. You and your people have been okay, I hope?"

Vegeta felt almost like he was dreaming right now, still having trouble processing the fact his parents were here. The hug that he'd received was most certainly real, as were the tears staining his cheeks. For the first time in a long few years he felt like he wasn't responsible for everything and everyone, that just by his father's return a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Not that he would completely shirk responsibility now, but it was reassuring knowing someone else was around and more than capable of doing the jobs he had to. Speaking of his father he was coming over now, but for what? Vegeta really didn't want more emotional displays, he already felt embarrassed enough for crying in front of the group. Smiling nervously he shared a glance with Aito for a moment before looking away, letting out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Dad... I'm sorry..." Vegeta mumbled, shaking his head before looking down somberly, "I tried to help out but I couldn't do it. I haven't been able to help Viral very much and Capsule Corp has been neglected because of me. On top of that I never picked up those lessons you wanted me to on biology, now I wish I did. There's a lot of things I couldn't do and didn't do, I just feel like-" Hm, what was that on his head? Blinking Vegeta looked up a bit, staring at his father a bit confused as he'd put one of his hands on his head. Flashbacks of when he was much younger came to him then, of whenever he'd done well and his father would usually do this, then pull him into a hug. Thankfully he was spared the latter, but the simple gesture was enough to make him choke up slightly.

"Hey, you did all you could, there's nothing wrong with that. You did your part and now it's time for me to do mine." In fact Vegeta had probably dealt with far more than Aito ever would have liked, so it was only fitting he bear the burden now. A hectic and unpredictable life was something he was used to, and getting thrown into the midst of things like this was just a reminder of how nice it was to be alive again. Patting Vegeta's head gently he looked back at the rest of the group, curious to see a Frost Demon amongst them. Interesting, he didn't think he'd ever meet one of them personally. By the looks of him he was in fairly poor condition, by no means in danger but hardly healthy. Everyone else looked okay so why was he left injured? Ouch, and the fact he was trying to fly away didn't help his situation any. Right, so see to the Frost Demon quickly then get Viral back to wherever Vegeta and his friends had come from. Seeming to just vanish from sight before Vegeta he reappeared behind those nearest Kiton, smiling slightly as he leaned down, ignoring the surprised reactions from those around him.

"Moving around much in your condition isn't wise. I'd guess bruised ribs, perhaps some hemorrhaging too and plenty of superficial wounds. Any particular reason you're trying to run away like that?" Aito asked, standing upright as he grabbed Kiton's arm, hoisting him to his feet to helps support him. "I can't in good conscience leave you like this, so you're coming with me to the medical center. Er... If we have one of those?" Did they? Glancing back at his son he got a nod in reply, smiling as he nodded back. "Right then! We should hurry up and get back to the ship, no sense in wasting time," Aito said, looking over to the Elder as well as Eri and making a small bow, "Thank you very much for your help my friends. I hope for nothing but good fortune for you and your people. Goodness knows you deserve it."

[Mogtaki]

Viral would have mixed feelings about all this if he could remember what happened before the incident and understand why he was feeling like this towards the pair of them. He didn’t know if it was fear over seeing them again and having to admit to what he did or the fact that they knew so much about them but he knew absolutely nothing apart from disruptive and violent flashbacks. He was drained of energy even though he had enough to think about attacking them before but the mood change caused all of that to disappear. Closing his eyes for a moment as she spoke he growled at the flashing memories, the confusion only making him feel tired now that all the rage had disappeared. “Strong…? I can’t, I-…I can’t even stand…” He didn’t know how to fix anything that was going wrong with him and while he wanted to try and remember these two all he could think about was their deaths. It was the only obscured memory that continued to force its way back and even as she kneeled over him and stroked his hair he couldn’t recall. He was tired but couldn’t sleep, his arms not willing to move to try and get him back onto his feet.

The Elder had been keeping out of the way of the group; it was a family reunion, after all. He didn’t want to interfere and he was indeed knowledgeable about how much family meant to someone, especially when all the Namekians were related to one another. Smiling at June he bowed gently. “I am just glad to be able to help. It was the right wishes to grant”, he spoke, standing up straight again, chuckling lightly, “We have been fine except for what happened with the monster! It was a worrying situation, but luckily your family and their friends were here to vanquish the creature. We do not wish to get involved in the war naturally, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have concern for those involved in it either”.

Kiton was fed up with this already and the treatment he was receiving was beyond disgusting to him. He wouldn’t place a prisoner in this situation and the fact that these guys didn’t have bonds to keep him secure was just stupid to him, instead forcing him to remain injured and low on energy to keep him from flying off. He didn’t know how to feel about these people who had just been revived and shouldn’t had been brought to see them be brought here in the first place, even if the massive god-like creature was impressive. Feeling too worried over the presence of these now no longer deceased people, he tried to get up to get away from them but soon enough one of them suddenly appeared in front of him, causing him to gasp but hold his ribs with a shaky hand.

With cheeks flushing a dark orange Kiton could only stare at the strange no-longer-dead man when he analysed his injuries just from looking at him, opening his mouth to try and speak but no words coming out. He didn’t know what to say to the man or how he was supposed to respond, but before he could he was grabbed by the man and lifted to his feet. Wincing as he got to his feet he tried to move his hand to his arm, it instead moving slowly to his head as he soon felt dizzy. This was probably even worse than lying on the ground because now he had no control over where he was going with this man wanting to take him to a medical bay. Looking to the Namekians as he spoke to them he simply frowned at first before his expression changed, looking mad instead as he looked to Aito. “I don’t understand this…and I don’t understand any of you! I am their prisoner! I caused all this! You’re not supposed to help me…I don’t get it…” he spoke before he groaned, “You wouldn’t know…you were dead, after all…”

[GambolMuse]

"You have been strong though, strong enough to keep fighting even when you've been sick. It's not physically strength, but then there's different ways a person can be strong." Once Aito began his treatment however that too would return to Viral, and he would once more be able to fight and enjoy life. It must really be crushing to be in such a position, especially when she could recall how active the Beastman and Yumi and Vegeta were when they were younger. Did he miss that at all? She had never really questioned whether he enjoyed the play or not, but she couldn't recount Viral ever seeming to be genuinely displeased with it. There was no one in this group quite that age now, and the only one she assumed may even be remotely interested was that young Saiyan boy, as he seemed to be still a child. Time would tell what Viral wanted to do, hopefully he would jump at the chance to be active again.

"Yumi? Can you help me with him please?" June asked, smiling as she began to lift Viral up, "Getting used to all of this again, it's still a bit weird." Having a physical body after so long meant getting used to actually weighing something, and dealing with other things that weighed something too. Not to say she hadn't had her body in Otherworld, because she did, but there was a definite difference between that place and this. Or maybe it was something to do with gravity, who knows.

"Oh? Uh, of course June!" She certainly didn't have to be asked to help Viral, she was planning to anyways. Grabbing the other side of her friend the two women slowly got him to his feet, each doing their best to prop him up and keep him steady; when the person you were holding towered over you it wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but they managed. So it was back to the ship then was it? Normally she'd be disappointed to head back so early yet with everything that had gone on getting back to normalcy was actually kind of tempting. There was a slight problem however, one that could make getting back take a lot longer than they might like. T'charrl had changed into his larger form as did Viral, and on top of that there was now June and Aito to boot. Everyone wouldn't have fit into the shuttle before but now it was a bigger issue, and the only way she could see it working was to make two trips. Viral would go first she figured, probably with Aito so they could get to work, and the rest would follow after.

Aito was quite pleased with everyone, knowing they had just saved Namek from perhaps certain doom. He never would have expected Vegeta to be gallivanting around the galaxy like this, saving worlds and fighting monsters. Was he upset? Not in the slightest, but it had never crossed his mind until now. It was awfully reminiscent of what his own father had done, and he couldn't help but wonder if Trunks may have had some influence on his son, as it certainly appeared to be that way. Now that he was back Aito had every intention of getting right to work, sorting out Viral and anything else that required his attention; seeing a Frost demon amongst their number was unexpected, yet it was only another item on the list for him. Moving over to where Kiton lay he promptly reached down and got him to his feet, using one arm to support the small alien.

"The fact that you're alive tells me no one believes that. If you really were the cause for the trouble I would bet you'd be wherever the monster is now," Aito responded, smiling amused as he began to move Kiton back towards the shuttle. "You'd be surprised what I know, and what you can learn from being in Otherworld. And helping people is just something I do, whether you want my help or not you're going to get it. I wouldn't be very much a doctor if I allowed someone to die right in front of me now would I?" Not to suggest that Kiton was about to kill over but it got the point across. He was every bit doctor as he was scientist, it was just natural to provide aid. Maybe once the Frost Demon was well again then they could pass some kind of judgment, but he'd have no part in it as he didn't know the whole story. Vegeta and his friends could more than handle that part, he would likely be too busy working with Viral anyways.

Vegeta supposed they shouldn't just stand around like this, they had plenty to do and would have to get back to the ship to do it. "Thank you again, Elder, for everything," he said, smiling over at the old Namekian, "I'll give my own two cents when we speak with the rebels, I'll make sure they understand you want no part in the war. Your world is safe now and they have no reason to send troops, so with luck you and your people can continue on as you have been." He assumed with the fighting that was going on Korian didn't have enough men to send to Namek anyways, not if it wasn't in any immediate danger. Seeing his father taking Kiton off to the shuttle he began moving in that direction as well, glancing at his mother, Yumi and Viral happily as he passed. Soon the Beastman would be back on his own two feet, proud and powerful as the day they had met. Soon T'charrl and Shu's problems would be sorted out, all thanks to his parents.

"Looks like we'd better get moving too, huh?" Takeshi asked, smiling as he put his hands on his knees and jumped up to his feet. Boy it felt good to be able to move freely again, even if his legs were a bit tender still. "What should we do when we get back guys? I bet you two are probably hungry and all after that, maybe we should get some fruit?" Or to be exact T'charrl and Shu could get fruit, he'd get something a little more substantial to eat. Did Haku like fruit? He'd never seen the kid eat it but figured he was hungry enough like the rest of them to eat whatever he was given. Raising his arms up over his head in a stretch Takeshi let out a groan, popping his back before tucking his hands into his pockets and following the others to the shuttle.

[Mogtaki]

Viral didn’t understand it. From his perspective he had been incredibly weak and losing his battle with this illness, finding it all but easy to fight off this problem. He had changed a lot, he didn’t even look like himself anymore if for his hair and his face vaguely resembling his original. He was weak and couldn’t stand up to this illness, finding it hard to even stand nevermind against the illness. Sighing as he moved his head only a little bit he let out a fed up sigh, slowly moving his arm around as if trying to get into a position where he might be able to get up. “If there’s many ways…then…I don’t know how I found it…” His mental strength was absolutely terrible so how she thought he had the full mental capacity to fight off this disease could make him only wonder what she meant.

Finding no strength in his arms either he tried desperately to get up, gasping when June suggested Yumi help him. He was just going to hurt her or be too heavy, but at least June wasn’t going to do it because that would just end even worse than Yumi trying. Moving to try and not have his weight and size be too much of a problem he shifted a foot forward as he was lifted up, growling as he strained to stand up straight. He was even heavy for his own body, but with his legs hardly looking suitable to hold up his larger arms and heavy frame. Moving to stand up fully he let out a growl as he simply fell over his leg, catching himself on Yumi before looking to June. This was the worst possible situation for him, there was no way he could keep this up for much longer if a little emotional weakness meant he lost his strength. “I can’t even-…why did you do that to me…? I-It was his doing…he started it…”

Kiton couldn’t understand this random act of kindness from this man when he was supposed to be their prisoner until the figured out what to do with him. This guy just comes back from the dead and immediately he’s trying to help him into a more comfortable position. He didn’t know why he was angry when it meant he was getting help but this was completely unneeded and rather reckless. It wasn’t that he wanted to be treated like this, but he knew he had done wrong and should probably pay for his crimes after endangering an entire planet. Wincing as he was picked up he stared up at the man, feeling confused and worried that this might be a trick.

Frowning when the man practically gave him a threat of possible death he looked away again, feeling rather intimidated by how much he actually knew if all this was true. “I wouldn’t had died…I just, uhh…couldn’t get up by myself”, he spoke, looking to the ground, “I killed a lot of people and you’re treating it like it was no big deal. Why do I even want this?? Is it because it feels weird?? It hurts…but I can’t accept this!” He was more than just hurting. The most sleep he had was when he fell unconscious and woke up again once they found him even if that was probably due to his injuries almost killing him. He had been trying to fight off those creatures for so long and it was even a surprise he didn’t fail when he was in space. He was near void of energy, even his tail was dragging along behind him. “I’m sure you’re a nice…uhh, not-dead person…but these people had a plan for me already and since when is it wise to help a criminal?”

The Elder didn’t know what the future of their planet was but even if somebody did find their home it was probably not going to be too appealing once they found there was nothing of interest here. The Dragonballs were deactivated and will be for another Namekian year so they would be of no interest. His main concern would be people trying to recruit his to fight when they probably wouldn’t want to get involved in a war that wasn’t theirs to fight, even if they were very capable of fighting against Saiyans or any other threat. The monster had caught them off-guard but it had also managed to mess these people up pretty bad so there was that too. “I would very much like that and I’m sure many of our kind would be happy too. So long as there is no outsider interest in us then we will be fine. Your friends are welcome to return again so long as you don’t bring company with hostile intentions, of course. We have our own technology for space travel so it’s not like we’re stranded”.

Shu was still lying on the ground in his funny position by the time Takeshi spoke up again, his eyes gazing up at him before he bounced on up too. He was fair ready to get going and while it was nice being on this planet he was pretty ready to go and try and get food. There was barely any trees around on this planet so it definitely made him feel a little unsure about the planet and its possibly dangers. “I am hungry! I am! I would really like some fruit, please…”

While T’charrl would love to eat as well he felt rather confused to he was supposed to fit comfortably in that little shuttle without being a problem. The biggest problem was while he could change back he still had the same problem of having a lack of energy. “I would love food, but uhh…if I change back I’ll probably faint before then”, he spoke, looking down at himself, “Will you be able to put me in the shuttle if I do faint? I don’t want to, I just…barely have any energy left”.

[GambolMuse]

"Viral... You really don't remember much, do you? That's just how Aito is," June answered with a small smile, "I'm sure he doesn't mean what he said, he was probably testing something. He used to do it all the time with you, since you didn't always want to share your feelings. He'd push you so you spoke up, it was the only way really." Yes, even when Viral was healthy and 'happy' he was hardly one to have any kind of conversation. She could vividly remember her husband trying to speak with the Beastman on numerous occasions, only to get the cold shoulder in return. Maybe prodding the beast so to speak wasn't the safest way to make someone talk but it sure did work; June wasn't sure if anyone else had caught it but when Viral was snapping there was the slightest smile on Aito's work. Whatever he had been after he'd gotten, and she hoped that would lead them to helping the Beastman recover. She would do what she could in terms of support, but the medical business was well out of her reach.

"He's going to help you Viral, why would he say something like that then if he didn't have a reason for it?" Yumi offered, "Like June said he might have been testing you, that's all. Don't take it to heart, do you really think he thinks any less than the best of you?" Viral was, after all, Aito's only successful creation. Well that was if you didn't count Vegeta as a "creation", even if he technically was. Though in regards to their friend it was both the parents who had done that, so technically Viral was Aito's only creation that he had worked on. But then he'd had those other two men helping him, and probably tons of assistants... Alright, enough of that, she was running in circles in her own head. Now she had to focus on getting Viral into the shuttle, a task that would by no means be an easy one. Her friend was still a bit bulky, and with T'charrl having changed as well she couldn't see everyone fitting, at least not easily. June must have had the same thought as both women stopped before the doors, exchanging a puzzled look and each looking up at Viral perplexed.

"Wonderful. Hopefully once all of this fighting as ended we might see you and your people on other worlds too," Vegeta added, smiling as he gave a parting wave before moving towards the shuttle. The rebels should honor the Namekians' wishes and not involve them, and he was hopeful that they would. Even so he couldn't help but send a glance in the way of Sasha and Ricken, somewhat wary as to what might happen from hereon out. With the Dragonballs used he couldn't see anyone coming to Namek for those, and with their numbers so small chances were trying to enlist them was out of the question. Much like Kaesstra he couldn't fathom a reason why anyone might come here now, seeing their making wishes as a sort of blessing in disguise in that regard. Smiling to himself he looked to the shuttle, a little confused when he saw his mother, Yumi and Viral all just standing there. What, was something wrong with the ship? Getting closer he noticed that they were trying to figure out a way to fit the Beastman it seemed, rolling his eyes before stopping behind them.

"There is the cargo bay in the rear of the shuttle, or did you forget that Yumi?" Vegeta asked, smiling amused.

Yumi turned around to look at Vegeta and frowned, shaking her head before nodding it in Viral's direction, "No way are we putting him back there, that seems mean. Besides will he fit right now?"

"I never said Viral was the one going back there," Vegeta retorted, letting out a sigh as he smacked his forehead, "It's for us, or anyone else who can't fit in the main compartment. We'll let T'charrl and Viral in first, get everyone in around them and whoever is left goes in back. It's not as though the trip back is that long anyways."

It came as no surprise to Takeshi that Shu wanted some fruit, smirking as he gave a thumbs up. They should really celebrate everything that happened anyways so chances were everyone was heading to the kitchen once they got back. Well maybe the showers first, just to get changed out of their nasty clothes and wash away dried blood and grime, but after that it was chow time! Unfortunately it didn't look like Viral would be joining them for the meal, and he doubted Vegeta's dad would be either, or Vegeta for that matter. And what if the twins and Kabocha wanted to be filled in when they showed up? They would have to spend even more time explaining what had gone on which meant less time to chow down and wash up.

"Eh...? I mean yeah, we can get you in the shuttle if you knock out, but what if we help that from happening?" Takeshi asked, smiling a bit as he reached out and put his hand on one of T'charrl's shoulders. Ignoring the chill that ran through his body at grasping the tufts of hair he closed his eyes, trying to focus on what little bit of Ki he had remaining. So their friend could absorb their energy, right? He didn't have much to go around but he had enough to spare, however little it might be. Though he was still tired Takeshi managed to bring out a bit, having to quickly sever it however after just a few seconds of sharing. Dropping his hand to his side he let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing at his forehead before smiling at the Kaesstrian. There, now he should at least be able to walk to the ship, maybe. That wasn't very much Ki at all but it should at least get him to the doors, then dragging him in would be no problem!

"You would have died. Judging by how everyone else looks whatever you were fighting was fairly strong, and given it hurt so many others it would have easily killed you on your own," Aito said plainly, "And I don't know that you've killed people or not, or what the situation here is even for that matter. All I know is that you're injured, I'm a doctor, and doctors usually help the injured. So please, do stop trying to deter me? I'm only doing my job." This was either a brave front the Frost Demon was putting on or an attempt to avoid what he perceived to be punishment. He'd be sorry to say that Kiton was to be disappointed, all he'd be receiving from Aito was medical attention. Honestly, was this kid not used to any kind of kindness, at all? He was being given a gift in essence and he was vehemently denying it, as if he was too skeptical to believe it could be true. A product of hate and exclusion, Aito supposed, what a sorry thing to see.

"Aito. My name is Aito, I'd like to not be thought of a dead man anymore," Aito replied, smiling amused as he chuckled, "And I assume you're a bloodthirsty killer, raping women, killing children, burning down worlds just for your own amusement? Or no... That was Frieza wasn't it? And his forefathers, not you. The way I see you is you're a good person caught in a bad situation. Stigmas, biases, sterotypes, all this negativity people have about Frost Demons has forced you and your kind to resort to lives of criminals, as you can't survive otherwise. Good people can do bad things when forced to, but it doesn't necessarily make them a bad person." He was a product of his environment, yet Aito could see he wasn't truly evil. Evil people didn't get saved by people like his son, and evil people didn't try to vilify themselves either, they were too busy bragging to do that. Since the closer side of the ship was currently being blocked up he took Kiton around to the other side, pausing at the door as he looked down at the young alien.

"Listen... You are not your forefathers, their crimes don't define you. If people want to label you as some kind of monster and you behave like this then you're only supporting what they think, you're becoming the very thing you hate. If you truly don't want to be seen like this then change, start working for the better and make people recognize that your kind are not all power-hungry or cold killers. It's not easy, changing how people view you, but it's not impossible either," Aito explained, smiling as he eased Kiton into the shuttle, "After I heal you we'll discuss this a bit more, if you'd like. Instead of labeling yourself as a criminal maybe one day you can label yourself as a hero, and others will too."

[Mogtaki]

Viral was really getting angry with Aito but with his energy levels low he really couldn’t put in the effort to making a fuss about it. He was hurting quite badly all over and his body wasn’t able to cope with the changes he had endured. He couldn’t understand why Aito had done such a thing even if June tried to explain it, but all in all he was still overly distressed by this whole event. He couldn’t remember them very well at all from what remained in his memory and that upset him, especially when he was supposed to be close to these two. It was rather stressful overall and he couldn’t understand why he was unable to fully form a proper memory of them apart from the flashbacks that haunted his mind. “I don’t understand…why he would do that to me…” he muttered, letting out a groan, “I am…I am not going to get better with you two acting like that to me! I am just going to die faster!”

Feeling rather annoyed already he growled lowly when Yumi started talking, lowering his heavy head. He didn’t want to feel this way, he didn’t want to have sour feelings towards Aito and June and yet they were doing nothing to help him get passed that. The teasing was a bit much but he didn’t know if he was going to get any help from all of that. There was the problem of becoming even more unstable with the mental battering he took so he was going to get angry whenever he was pushed to the edge. He didn’t know what was going to become of him, whether he would have to go through complete restructuring to the point he would lose his memory completely again or somehow manage to hold onto his mind. Looking at the shuttle Viral couldn’t help but frown at the size of it, not feeling entirely sure to how he was going to be comfortable in that. He really was a big pain now and that upset him, knowing he was too big to do normal things now and too disproportional to be considered alright to be seen by others.

Finding it all too demeaning he growled lowly at the sight of the shuttle, not enjoying how they were having to contemplate how to get him in until Vegeta came and showed up. He didn’t know if he was going to help much at all in the end when he didn’t know how the ship functioned when it came to fitting someone like him in. Frowning at the mention of the cargo bay he didn’t know if he should be worried over the plan, but when the mention was for the others he sighed in annoyance. He was going to take up a lot of room from the sounds of it while everyone else was shoved in the back like cargo only to be left all feeling uncomfortable. “Great…just perfect. Even this is complicated…”

T’charrl didn’t want to make Takeshi feel uncomfortable by having to drag his near lifeless body into the ship if he changed back but he also didn’t want to make everyone uncomfortable because of how he looked. They already had one person who was large and injured, they didn’t need another large body in the shuttle. Staring at Takeshi as he spoke he felt rather confused by what he could possibly mean by that, but before he could question him he went on alert when Takeshi touched his shoulder. He knew Takeshi didn’t like touching him so this was rather curious, his eyes going to his hand before he became aware of what he was doing. He didn’t want him to have to give up his energy like that and found it rather worrying that he’d do such a thing. “You…you shouldn’t had done that…” he frowned, slowly side-stepping towards the shuttle, “I-I’d rather you had waited until we were there! Not at this distance…”

Kiton didn’t know what he was supposed to believe other than he was supposed to be the criminal and not treated like a normal citizen, but this guy was probably going to anger these rebel people even more. They might take it out of him later when this guy wasn’t around and that worried him. Frowning at his words he held his head low, trying to figure out if there was some sort of motive this guy had or if he really was being kind. “Would you help a murderer, though…? It’s just hard to believe…” Hearing the man’s name didn’t make things all that better, but when he started to describe a complete sociopath he couldn’t help but cringe. Frowning, he stared up at him when he realised what he was doing, not finding it completely encouraging when the man hardly knew him. “But people still see that and try to kill us for it. I just-…I just don’t see how that makes it any better…like saying we didn’t mean to end up like this when we still do bad things…”

He was definitely finding it hard to see past the fact that he was still a bad person, even if it had been forced on him. Everything he had done was selfishness, even if it was him trying to live. When they got to the shuttle he followed Aito along with his toes trying to take the weight of his body when everything was tiring and painful for him to endure. Taking in a few deep breaths when they finally stopped he looked up at Aito when he spoke again, staring at him as he tried to drill in life facts into his head. He didn’t know how he was supposed to change, he didn’t know how to make things better for him with even this path seeming to be cloudy and hard to chart. Slowly moving into the shuttle with Aito he watched him closely, hesitating for a few seconds before sighing. “I…I guess so. I don’t know about hero, though. This world has no heroes”, he spoke, looking away, “It’s going to take a lot of work for them to see me as anything but an outlaw freeloading from them. All of the trouble I’ve created for myself in the past will be theirs too. I can’t continue to take advantage of others…not like this…”

[GambolMuse]

June offered what insight she could into Aito's behavior, complicated as it may be. The man genuinely had a good heart and was only trying to help, that was just his way of helping. He'd always had a tendency to agitate those he was treating, make them lose their composure and reveal how they truly felt or let something slip. It was a bit of a mean way to go about it, but one couldn't argue with his success. In fact as she had said it was how they used to handle Viral before, albeit his problems were more little agitations than this. While it may seem mean to treat the Beastman that way now in the future they would be able to look back, she hoped, and understand the point to it. She did wish Viral didn't have such a glum outlook on life, hearing him talking about dying and all. He had never done that before, and come to think of it could he die? From what she recalled from Aito he was nigh immortal, though that may have been a slight exaggeration made in his delight when he'd succeeded. Even so though it would have to take more than this to kill Viral, wouldn't it?

"It's not so bad, we'll make it work. You can still fit inside, see?" Yumi smiled as she gently tugged Viral along with her, June following suit as they got her friend inside. It was a little cramped to be sure, but if he sat down it ought to work just fine. With a few cots in the way there wasn't much room, but she quickly remedied that by tucking a pair up against the wall, the modest shuttle gaining a bit of space as a result. Now, with luck, Viral could sit there and be comfortable enough while also allowing room to move if need be. Giving Viral a hopeful glance she tried to lead him to the spot, figuring she would take a seat in the cot beside him just in case he needed a bit more soothing on the way up.

Takeshi wasn't too sure why he was so willingly giving up his energy, or why he was so okay with touching T'charrl as he was. It was all a bit random, he supposed, as half the time he was fine and the other half he wanted nothing to do with it. There had to be some kind of trigger, he figured, that much even he could figure out; what exactly the trigger was however well eluded him. What little Ki he had remaining he offered over half, feeling the after effects of it pretty readily. Swaying slightly as he was running basically on fumes, Takeshi gave a sheepish grin before shrugging his shoulders, giving his neck a rubbing as he began moving towards the shuttle.

"Hey... That's what friends are for, you know? Gotta help each other out, even if it means just sharing a bit of energy," Takeshi pointed out as he walked, feeling a little woozy. Okay, sharing Ki while he was already exhausted was a silly idea in hindsight, he'd probably get to the shuttle then immediately collapse in one of the cots. Or he could collapse now, his legs feeling like they turned to jelly as he fell forward a bit. Confused when he didn't hit the ground he looked over at someone grabbing him, blinking seeing Haku grabbing hold of him before letting out a small laugh.

"H-Hey, what's so funny? I'm helping!" Haku said defensively, frowning as Takeshi kept laughing at him, "I mean... That's what friends are for..." Hmph, he was trying to be helpful and he was getting laughed at, so not fair. Maybe he was kind of forcing himself into their group like this but it may well be the only way to do it, and no one seemed to be complaining. A little awkward carrying someone bigger than him like Takeshi along, but by some stroke of luck they managed to get over to the shuttle without any real problem. Once inside Haku took a little pause, surprised to find Viral inside and taking up two spots where cots had been before. Well that was different, though he supposed it was good they managed to get him in. Feeling a weight lift off of him he watched as Takeshi moved away to one of the walls, figuring he was alright by himself now.

"As I said, I'm a doctor, I help anyone. Do I always agree with what people have done? No, but any life is worth saving. People can change, and sometimes all they need is a bit of kindness to do so. That being said," Aito explained, pausing as he watched Viral be helped into the shuttle, "I've no problem with eliminating someone who is unable to be helped either. I try to do what I can for those who I come across, but sometimes people are without help. You, my young Frost Demon, are not one of those people. I won't give up on someone who there is a chance to save." Heh, he had been alive all of five minutes and already his list of things-to-do was beginning to pile up. In away though he liked it, it was a reminder of how he'd lived before, always running around with various tasks. With luck he could remain busy back on Earth, a reunion which was certainly going to be interesting.

"Are all Saiyans bloodthirsty killers? Are all Earthlings cowards, or are there warriors among them? It's easy to generalize a group of people, especially when you have biases, but those stereotypes are almost always wrong. As I said, you are not the same person as those who came before you, and there is no reason for you to be. If you want to follow that path then fine, but understand what comes with it. If you don't want to follow it then change your ways, accept mine and these people's help and we'll make sure you change for the better." Easing Kiton up into the shuttle he figured they were through with the conversation for now, climbing in as well. So there was a little more to be said, some more concerns to try and lay to rest. "Befriend everyone then, make yourself a part of this team of theirs," Aito suggested, smiling as he clasped Kiton on the back, "The wonderful things about friends is they take your burden and make it their own, they'll hold it with you so you're not crushed under the weight of it. Learn to accept help, let other people in and you'll find life becomes so much easier."

[Mogtaki]

Viral was quickly losing confidence in his ability to prevent his illness from getting to his head again, knowing he was probably going to have to go through all sorts of horrible treatments to get corrected. He was ashamed of himself after what he had become, disappointing Vegeta and everyone around him. He was worried about his future at this point, worried about the treatments he was going to be put under and whether he was going to be the same person he was before or someone completely different. He didn’t know if he was different before he killed June and Aito and definitely couldn’t work out what might happen if he ever forgot who he was again. It really did sting a lot and made him regret a lot of the things he’d done, but that was all it was going to be now: regret.

Without the confidence that everything would go right he didn’t even know how he was supposed to fit. He didn’t see how it would be comfortable for him firstly, but as he was tugged along there was little he could do to protest. Groaning as he ducked down slightly he slowly looked around the shuttle, waiting for Yumi to fix it up and give him a spot to sit. Staring at the spot he frowned slightly, glancing to Yumi before slowly moving to the cleared spot himself but soon went straight to sitting down. Grumbling to himself as he moved slowly around to get comfortable he soon sighed, his tail hitting off the floor irritably. “I feel like cargo…” he mumbled, letting out a grunt, “Cargo should be in the cargo bay! I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me, what I am looking towards when we get back to the ship…”

T’charrl needed to get to the ship before he could change back just incase it wasn’t enough, especially when Takeshi was low in the first place. He didn’t want to take that energy when his friend was already low on it. If anything was to actually happen then he would probably feel rather upset by it since he could’ve easily rejected the energy. Staring at Takeshi as he walked he frowned at his shaky legs. “You still shouldn’t when you’re already weak…” he spoke but sure enough Takeshi fell over, being caught by Haku in the process. Frowning as he looked between them he didn’t understand why Takeshi had the giggles either, feeling rather concerned that he broke him somehow.

Trying to remove his concern T’charrl thought it was probably best to do what he did before and change back. He just had to remember who he was, shouldn’t be too hard. Letting out a sigh to try and calm himself he focused his energy, trying to use what Takeshi had given him as well. Feeling the energy build up inside him he focused it on the form he used to have, trying to keep calm. His form gradually started to glow as he found his form, his body slowly decreasing in size and his energy depleting under the stress of the change. Finally finding his form the glow from his body gradually faded away, his knees shaking but thankfully Shu was there for him, grabbing hold of his waist to keep him up. Smiling down at Shu the pair moved to the ramp into the shuttle, but things were certainly looking a lot more cramped than usual.

Kiton didn’t know if he deserved this, but no matter what this guy really wanted to help him. Maybe it was because he was small, but that would hardly be fair for larger aliens that they came across who was injured and probably did something awful. Staring up at the doctor he soon slowly turned his attention to what he was staring at before gasping, seeing that large creature in the ship already. He felt rather nervous now, especially when the man was practically suggesting he might kill off the creature if he can’t help him. Frowning, Kiton slowly looked back up at the man, finding it hard to believe in someone who believed in killing because he couldn’t find an answer to some problem. “And if you think I am worth saving? If you knew how much you could get for me, maybe you’d rather sell me. And if you can’t help me…you’re just going to kill me?”

Finding it rather hard to understand this guy’s logic he just wanted to find somewhere to rest again, his body not feeling all that great even after the tiny bit of healing. Generalising his people was fairly easy for everyone to do when there was so few of them left and most of them being troublemakers like him. It was a hard life to get out of and you had to be tough to survive so his kind strived to be powerful and untouchable, going to vicious lengths to get there. Weakly moving into the shuttle he felt rather uncomfortable being around so many people already, looking to them before gasping when Aito clasped his back. He really didn’t know how he was supposed to do any of that, especially when it meant taking advice from a guy who had only become a part of this group. He didn’t know what they were like and a lot of them already hated him so it was rather hard to think they would ever be friendly to someone like him. “Easy for you to say. After the treatment I received…I just…I don’t know. I don’t even know what they’ll do to me once you’ve had your look at me. I am to be…umm…’looked at’ in a different way by their leader. I don’t think I’ll be getting out of this intact. They’ll try to recruit me because I have power…to keep me out of trouble…”

[GambolMuse]

"I do think you're worth saving, yes. I can tell just by speaking to you that you're not an evil person, hardly someone who would willingly kill innocents as you explained. Did it happen? Yes. Was it a huge mistake? Of course, but you never set out with the intent to do such a thing, and that's what sets apart an unfortunate individual from an evil one." Kiton wasn't nearly as bad as he thought he was, he had only been led to believe such a thing. If someone grew up being told their kind was bad or lesser all their lives then it was natural they would resort to criminal behavior, as they would figure it was what suited them. But what if this person was given an alternative? What if they had a chance to do something more positive, more beneficial? Their image of themselves, and those around them Aito reckoned would change drastically, all for the better.

"Money is a meaningless but necessary distraction in life, and I for one have never had any fondness of it," Aito responded simply, giving a shrug of his shoulders, "If I am to do anything with you I may employ you to help me with some things, but I'd not sell you. For one you are not an object, living beings cannot be sold. Though I suppose pets can be... But you're not a pet. And I am most certainly not going to kill you. As I said, you're worth saving. So in the event I can't help you I'll simply send you to an associate of mine, and if he can't then he'll send you to another. Someone down the line will be able to provide the help you need, all you need is the patience to find that person." Finally getting the Frost Demon into the shuttle, Aito debated on going right to the controls to get them moving, seeing as everyone looked to be boarding within the next few moments. However, there was one last bit of sentiment he needed to share with Kiton it seemed.

"Their leader...? Do you mean the rebels?" Aito asked, frowning as he furrowed his brow, "No, they won't be looking at you. You are not some prize of war or a curiosity for them to probe. You can come with us to be given medical attention, and from there we'll figure out your fate, without them. I will not allow someone to lose their autonomy like that." There was already one person in this shuttle who relied on the word of others, a fact that filled Aito with regret to this day. He would not allow anyone else to be subjected to the will of other people, nor was he going to let someone who was not even here at present determine Kiton's fate. If anyone was to do such a thing it would be Vegeta and his friends, only they could decide what would happen here.

"Heh... I'm fine! Come on, I've had worse," Takeshi said, chuckling as he stumbled along with Haku. Could be the exhaustion was making him act a bit loopy, as now he was not only physically worn but mentally as well. A good nap and some food back on the ship would solve this issue, but until they got back he might be a bit silly. It was a lot like feeling overly giddy for him, though there was nothing to be exceptionally happy about. Smiling loopy he let Haku drag him into the shuttle, sitting down on the nearest cot and giving a long yawn as he reclined back against the wall, rubbing at his face afterwards. Maybe he had overdone sharing the energy a little bit, Shu probably could have done it without any side effects.

"You're not cargo, you're a passenger. And I don't know what'll be happening when we get back," Yumi replied, giving a little shrug as she folded her hands in her lap. "I would guess Aito will want to start working right away, though who knows what he's planning. I'm going to guess though there's going to be tons of questions and maybe a few tests, it sounds like how Vegeta does work. Don't be so nervous though, you know he's going to help you. I mean... This is Aito we're talking about, he made you, there is no one else better for this job than him. You're going to get better now and you know it, now that he's here."

[Mogtaki]

Kiton didn’t care much about himself and that was probably pretty evident in how much he questioned Aito, but people on his side of the line didn’t care and couldn’t care about themselves so long as they could get out of it themselves. The fact that someone was offering him to get out of it with them made him feel confused and undeserving of such a plan. He wasn’t sure whether he was blessed by this opportunity or if he was supposed to be cautious about it. It didn’t make much sense to him why a stranger would take interest or whether he was simply wanting to open him up and see what was inside, especially if he knew what his kind were like considering he knew Frieza and his family. “It wasn’t a complete mistake, it was just…I didn’t know there was people on this planet…” he spoke lowly, lowering his head, “I don’t even know what those things were. They just appeared from this thing I stole and-…it was a disaster. I spent so long trying to fight them off without destroying my ship, now everything’s gone…”

Feeling pretty bummed about his lost ship he still felt terrible for everything else that he lost in the crash, or rather the explosion caused by that creature of theirs. His ship was completely decimated with nothing remaining. Even if they sent him on his way he’d have nothing to go back to. Groaning at Aito’s displeasure with money he couldn’t see how that could be considered right, especially when he had been dead for probably a long time and lost the concept and reality of money. Finding it hardly something good to hear he looked up at the ramble he was giving, still listening to it but not feeling sure about the offer. “Employ me? Isn’t that kind of the same as having a pet…?” he questioned him before looking away, “And that’s if they release me. I’m in their custody before yours, remember? They could kill me in my sleep if they wanted to”.

Finally getting into the shuttle suddenly didn’t feel so settling when he was going to be surrounded by people who were probably still angry at what he did. It made him feel rather uncomfortable to say the least. Nodding a little at Aito he frowned at his conclusion, not liking how ‘fate’ was added in there. It made him sound doomed, even if he was standing up for his freedom. “Are you sure about that? One of them really has it out for me…” he spoke lowly, staring at Aito unsure, “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. One says one thing but then the other…they’d rather beat me to a pulp. I would’ve been screwed if I didn’t have company before that alien came along to heal everyone…”

T’charrl was feeling rather woozy but he didn’t want to tell Takeshi he was having a hard time with all of this. He wanted to make it look like it had helped him but he was going to collapse if he kept standing for too long; however, luckily Shu was there to catch him and stop him from meeting the ground with his face. Smiling at him he felt relieved as he was guided into the shuttle as well, thankful that he was thin if he kept his wings folded. Even if Shu seemed well and able to give him some energy instead he didn’t want to take it from him, especially when it was unstable most of the time. He might end up taking way too much and leaving him with none, making all of them worse for wear energy wise. Being guided along a space was found for just one of them, but as Shu placed him down Shu instead decided to climb onto his lap, cuddling against him.

Viral was already getting stressed out over his possible future, wondering if he was even going to be the same person after all this. He didn’t know Aito’s plans and neither did Yumi or June by the sounds of it, his biggest worry being he might need to be taken completely apart and put back together again. If he was going to get a new body he didn’t want to lose who he was before, but that didn’t seem possible to ignore that it might just happen. Letting out a groan he raised his paws to his head, feeling the stress and worry build up all too quickly for him to tackle correctly. “He made me and he can take me apart…just as easily…” he spoke, sounding more like he was repeating something he’d heard, “Can kill me if he wanted to…replace with something better. It has been so long! I don’t want to go into stasis…I can’t go through that again…”

[GambolMuse]

What a difficult case to come back to, as if Viral's own situation wasn't trying enough. Aito didn't mind hitting the ground running but it would have been nice to at least know what he was getting into. To be helping a Frost Demon... That was one unexpected thing he could check off his list now. Actually giving Kiton some assistance wasn't going to be an easy matter, especially when the young alien seemed to be opposed to every bit of support that he might offer. Not that he didn't understand where Kiton was coming from either, as he'd more or less hit the nail on the head with his assessment. People who were always treated poorly would in turn act poorly, it was the only avenue open to them. You couldn't really blame the individual for what they did then, they were only working with what was given to them, which in this case was very little.

"You lost some belongings but you're alive. Forgive me if this is a little cliche, but items can be replaced, a life can't," Aito said, frowning immediately after he said that and rubbing at his head, "Well... Unless you have Dragonballs, then a life can certainly be replaced. But even then... Dying sucks, you don't want to do it, trust me. As far as who will have custody I think I'll go ahead and take watch over you. They can take it up with me if they want, but I'm not allowing someone who may have personal grief with you to assume responsibility, that can't possibly end well." These rebels as they were, he didn't know what they were doing or who they were aside from the very brief tidbits he gathered through conversations. While he was not looking to make enemies on his first day back from the dead he wasn't going to start rolling over for people either, and if he thought Kiton was better off not in rebel hands then he'd stand by that decision, whether they liked it or not.

"Which one has it out for you? I could speak with them if you'd like, I assure you they wouldn't bother you again," Aito said with a smirk as he entered the shuttle, "All the more reason for you to join my son and his friends though, yes? They don't seem to be hostile towards you, regardless of how they might feel. If you've got nothing to return to and you're worried what the rebels may do then going and joining them is the only logical choice." But now was scarcely the time to be picking fights with children, he needed to focus on getting them back to the main ship. Whoever piloted the shuttle before was about to lose their seat as Aito was bent on flying the vessel back himself; it had been years since he'd gotten to do anything, he'd be damned if he was just going to sit down and be a passenger. Entering the control room he looked around curiously, smiling as he began to pour over the different switches and buttons to try and sort them out.

"Aito would never do that to you Viral, he's much too proud of you," June said gently, smiling as she reached out and rubbed Viral's back, "He only wants to help you, that's all. He's certainly not going to try and replace you, you're irreplaceable." It didn't matter if another Beastman was made, or another dozen, there would only ever be one Viral. Maybe it was special because he was the first, or because of who he was, but nothing would ever be done to harm him. There was no better person for this job than Aito himself, and with him at the helm and Vegeta perhaps even helping it was guaranteed that Viral would feel better. It could be weeks, or it could just be a matter of days, but the time where the Beastman would be happy and healthy again wasn't far off.

"He's not going to put you in stasis either, I won't let him do that," Yumi chimed in, leaning over and laying her head on one of Viral's arms. "He can come up with something that doesn't involve putting you under, he has to. No one is going to make you go through this all by yourself, or try to make you forget. Just remember Viral, even though Aito is here we're all still supporting you, even if we can't do what he can. While he does all the hard stuff we'll be right there for support if you need us."