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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral probably didn't like being told off, but that's how it was. For his own safety as well as everyone else's he was going back to the ship, and he was keeping that device on. Weakness and discomfort were a small price to pay for the well being of everyone involved, the Beastman would have to deal for the time being. He would get his energy back too, eventually. Either through recovering it naturally or releasing it from the device. That part was still conjecture however, it was hard to know precisely how releasing the power could work. Since it was so uncertain Vegeta was opting to just retain it until it either diminished or they had elsewhere to release it. Even if they were going to try giving Viral back his power they couldn't do so, not here. To get back to the ship they were going to need the shuttle, and to get the shuttle Takeshi was going to be their errand boy. As he'd thought the boy was up in arms at being ordered around, but some careful wording and a bit of reverse psychology had him going on the task he was assigned. Vegeta smirked with self satisfaction as he watched Takeshi leave, shaking his head. Viral may be an impenetrable dome sometimes, but that kid was about as solid as wet paper.

Vegeta didn't quite want to go into Viral's condition, but he was asking about it. Yumi wouldn't know where to even begin with this sort of thing so it fell to him to explain. "For your forms to be manifesting all at once, something is seriously wrong. Whether its with your energy or your anatomy I can't say for certain yet, but something inside of you has gone haywire." That much should be obvious, Viral himself had said that this had never happened before. Nor could Vegeta recall a single instance where it had, not as long back as he could remember. "I'd expect pain, your body is being made to shift in ways it shouldn't be. I can't imagine what it's like, being caught in a state of partial transformation. Two of them I recognize, but those fins... I'm not familiar with those. They must belong to your third form." And just what precisely was that, he wondered? They resembled dorsal fins, so some kind of fish. Considering the nature of Viral's forms his first thoughts were of sharks and other voracious fish, something that could fight. What a strange thing to give Viral though, it was even more situational than his other transformations. Arching an eyebrow and glancing down at Shu, Vegeta smiled slightly and nodded his head in confirmation. "Yeah, I'll figure it out. It might take me a little while, but I will figure this out." He had all the resources he might need, from the data provided by Sayomi to Doctor Ikura's work, as well as some of his father's and his own. It was all there, he was just missing something, a link.

"Hmph, stupid Vegeta... Making me come back out here." And making him drive of all things, with his burned hands. Granted, the sensation had died down considerably by now, only a numb tingle remained. But flying the ship meant using all the controls, and that meant pulling and shifting things constantly. He'd drop the shuttle off, but as soon as he did so someone else was flying, he had no desire to pilot right now. The vessel was quite close by, just on the outskirts of the settlement. Reaching it within two minutes he touched down before the ship, trudging through the snow to the door. Seeing the button frozen over slightly Takeshi let out a groan, his shoulders slumping as he hung his head. Of course, they leave for five minutes and that happens. Placing a palm just near it he gathered up energy, enough to just create heat and melt away the layer of ice. With that removed he opened up the shuttle, Since it had run recently it took no time at all to fire up the engines despite there being ice on the outside, and with a gentle push of the throttle he had it moving towards the settlement. What a silly job to do, it was easily within walking distance from the building to here, the shuttle didn't need to be moved. Eh, too little too late now, he was already doing it. There was ample space to land when he did arrive, and he was able to place the shuttle just within a few meters of the entrance. The guards didn't look to appreciate it too much, to which Takeshi could only smile and shrug his shoulders. Hey, not his decision.

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Moving Viral in his current state might be tricky, he didn't appear to be able to move under his own power at the moment. Vegeta figured he and Yumi could simply fly their friend back, they'd want to be quick since they were clothed so lightly. He may not be overly fond of flying, but when he couldn't move on his own there wasn't much room for debate. He'd scarcely said anything since getting here and yet the Beastman was already sounding pessimistic about what was to come. And he wasn't keen about the device either, though that wasn't completely unwarranted, it was a nasty little tool by design. "Your energy is precisely the reason why you went and changed like this," Vegeta pointed out patiently, placing a hand on his hip. "Until we get to the ship, the device stays. Sorry, but that's my order and it's going to stand. What happened to you this time is new, we can't risk letting you go berserk, not when we've just gotten the good will of the Narbu here." Once back in the security of their ship he would gladly remove the device, Viral could act with less scrutiny on his person there. Sighing softly Vegeta looked at the brothers, nodding his head towards the door. "Takeshi, Shu. Go get the ship, will you? The less Yumi and I have to go out in the cold the better."

Well Vegeta was certainly taking charge, ordering Viral like that. Takeshi thought he hated doing that sort of thing, evidently not. It was a fair order though, considering that the Beastman had in fact already gone berserk once today, there was a good chance it could happen again. Just to save his own butt though he wouldn't voice that opinion, Viral would definitely chew him out later for agreeing. He wasn't content on keeping quiet about his own orders though, glancing up at Vegeta with an annoyed expression. "What? Why do we have to go get it? We just sat down!" he complained, folding his arms over his chest.

"Because... Unlike you and Shu, Yumi and I do not have any clothes for this type of weather. We're at risk of getting sick, or possibly even frostbite if we don't move quickly. So I figured it's easier for you two to bring the shuttle here, then we don't have to travel." And transporting Viral would be easier as well, as flying or even walking him could prove painful if he was jostled a lot. "Unless you don't think you're up for it," Vegeta added, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. "After all, it is awfully cold outside. I'd hate to ask someone so sensitive to take on such an uncomfortable task."

Everything Vegeta had just said was directed solely at pushing Takeshi's buttons. He never took anything lying down like that, certainly not if it was a matter of pride. Predictably he got right up to his feet, looking at Vegeta angrily as he prodded the other boy in the chest. "Don't treat me like I'm some delicate flower! I can go do it, I can get the ship by myself if I have to!" he snapped, pushing with his finger again. Realization set in a second later after the fact, making Takeshi narrow his eyes as he drew back his hand. "Jerk... I'll go get the ship... Shu, just stay here with them." No point in dragging his brother along, it wasn't as if the little guy could pilot anyways. Turning to face the Narbu he managed a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "Uh... Thanks for the drink? It was uh... Nice." Best to get going before he had to build on that lie. Spinning promptly on his heels Takeshi went to the door, stepping back out into the frigid air beyond it. With a slight shiver he took off from the ground, making a beeline for their shuttle.

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Getting the notion that Takeshi was getting on Viral's nerves, Yumi opted to put a stop to their conversation. From what she overheard from Vegeta they had accomplished what they came to do, so they should be on their way shortly. With the Beastman mostly incapacitated she would have to help him move, not really an issue. Smiling she placed a hand on his back, easing him up into a sitting position. She thought she had made it easy anyways, Viral gasping was a sign it was anything but. Cringing at the sound she looked at him apologetically, adjusting herself to hold him easier. At last he noticed the mutations his body had undergone, something that they had been tactfully trying to stay away from for the time being. "You changed... A couple of times, and you got sort of, well... Stuck." she replied, not quite sure how else to explain it. "Vegeta can fix this, don't worry. It's only a temporary problem, right Vegeta?"

"We'll take your word for it, Vegeta. Just be sure to deliver on it, we don't take very kindly to being deceived or lied to. The King will know that soon enough." The Narbu had every intention of punishing the Saiyans for their actions, just not as soon as this. In a way the Chieftain saw the rebellion then as a gateway to his people earning redemption, and with any luck restoring their might in the universe. They had gone from a proud people to Saiyan dogs, now it was finally time to ascend back to their former glory. And with that, he hoped, they could help guide others as well. "If our arrangements are done then we've nothing more to discuss, I'd think. Besides..." the Chieftain paused, gesturing over to the rest of the group, "It seems like your friends are prepared to go. Luzi pas fea gor mal, terra no fuerst, our world is your world. If this works in our favor you and your comrades will be seen as allies to the Narbu, and you're welcome to come and go as you please."

Vegeta nodded his head appreciatively, smiling as he rose to his feet. "Thank you, Chieftain. We'll do our best to win this war, you've got our guarantee on that. There's far too much on the line here to give it anything less than 110%." As for returning to this world he wasn't so certain about that. It was much like Shaharia, the climate simply wasn't to their liking. As a formality perhaps they would come back, but Pagonia was a far cry from their typical vacation spot. How helpful that Viral had done the battling part of the negotiations, talking had taken no time at all. It was time to get moving then, and on to the next world, whichever that was exactly. He would have to look at their maps when they got back, might as well travel to the nearest world in order to make use of their time. Takeshi and Shu were ready to get moving already, but one glance at Viral and Vegeta could tell his friend was still having some trouble. He realized what had happened to him now too it seemed, that was just a slew of complications. "We'll get you sorted out when we get back to the ship, Viral," he said, coming over to join the others, "It's my priority to figure this out, so you won't be stuck like this for long."

Kin of the 72nd Expansion Battalion - Shingeki no Kyojin

All of this about graduation, forming a team, forming bonds. It sounded redundant and frankly boring. Combat training had long since ceased and the last few days were spent going over more fundamental, menial tasks. At least that's how Alois viewed it. He was always most at home when active, particularly in combat, real or otherwise. He needed that excitement to interest him, otherwise he was hard pressed to show interest. That hadn't inhibited his progress in training though, he was also keen to show the other recruits he wasn't some layabout. As such he had ended up in the top 10 students, the second best in fact. Many people had a hard time either accepting or believing he'd done so well, he didn't exactly come across as the ideal soldier. Perhaps that was why he was so good though, appearances could be deceiving after all. With his boyish looks, long red hair braided back into a ponytail it was no wonder he'd been a laughing stock when arriving three years ago. Well, who was laughing now?

While some of it may have been pedantic, Alois would be hard pressed to say he truly hated these last few years. Compared to living at home it was a thrill, even the worst of it. And he had made some friends, somehow, particularly those in his squad. And his mother had always chided him that his behavior would alienate him, like hell. He fit right in with the others around here. It took a special sort to want to do what they were, particularly those he was with now. Sure, even by their standards he was a bit off, but they were hardly free of labeling themselves. He was in exceptional shape, had friends, and a job. The turnover rate might suck, but hell, the perks were why he chose it. To go beyond the walls, slay Titans, see the world for what it really was. Inside the walls was an illusion, what humanity wanted the world to be like. Beyond those was the reality, and everyone tried to shut that out. Damn it, he was through living in a fantasy world, he wanted to experience the real thing. And the military promised plenty of that, certainly with his joining the Survey Corps if all went to plan.

Everyone was gathered in their bunkhouse for the moment, taking a reprieve from their hectic schedules. It was in here that they as a squad had spent countless hours, chatting, sleeping, preparing. Whereas the training grounds were their workplace this building had become their home, and it certainly reflected that. With only one female in their group it was easy to tell that boys lived here, even with the strict military standards. Often they would keep their spaces clean, both to keep Ava off of their asses as well as the instructors. Alois himself was busy reading a book on battle tactics, or more like staring at the pages blankly. His right leg was bouncing irritably from sitting still, he wanted to get back to training already. Hearing Ava address them all he was going to ignore it, piquing up when Tinker began to speak instead. That wasn't his real name of course, just something they gave him since he was always working with things. He had a real knack for making all sorts of devices, probably some that would save his life someday. A few Alois had been keen on testing himself, though it was difficult to test a weapon on a living subject when your options were people or people. Understandably his squadmates had constantly told him that wasn't allowable, and he had begrudgingly agreed every single time. He'd not shoot to kill, but shooting someone in the foot wasn't all bad, right?

Ava looked like she was on her way out, and Tinker seemed to be preparing as well. If they were going then he'd take the excuse to join them, scarcely wanting to stay seated any longer. Setting the book on his bed by the pillow, Alois got to his feet, smirking as he reached up and rubbed at his head. "Depends, you gonna let me shoot someone for a change if I help you?" he asked, eying the weapon curiously. Feeling eyes boring into him the redhead rolled his own eyes, scoffing under his breath. "Kidding! Christ, you all can't take a joke." He wasn't some maniac murderer, he wouldn't actually kill someone. Not outright anyways, that would be so complicated. He did have a tendency to get a little carried away though, evidenced by his mishaps during training. Not that he ever ended up in a poor state, but those he sparred with tended to. Most of their fellow recruits he didn't mind hurting either, especially the ones looking into the Military Police. Those cowards didn't deserve to call themselves soldiers, hiding behind the walls, eating all the time and getting fat. Some fight for humanity that was.

"I got something to say! Tinker is right, we shouldn't relax just because we're at the end. In fact, we should put more effort in than we have been. You know, scare the crap out of the others with how determined we are! Especially those cushy-ass Military Police wannabes," Alois said, voicing his thoughts now. That was a fairly mutual consensus among their group, no one here was fond of those recruits. There was obviously appeal to it, their lives would be better than they had been as civilians. But joining the military should mean risking yourself and protecting people, not sitting around all day. If you survived and lived to a ripe old age then fine, you earned it. But teens like them were just being selfish. "We should remind our classmates why we're the best squad there is around here, don't you think? I'd hate for someone to think we're going to get all soft now that training is coming to an end."

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"Ech! You could have warned me that drink was going to taste like crap!" Takeshi whined, still making faces. And the Narbu were drinking it like it was nothing, they must not have any taste buds. Why did his mouth feel all tingly now too? Eh, weird alien drinks, he'd be more careful in the future from now on. They could keep their drinks, he was pretty sure they had something back in the shuttle anyways. Sighing softly he leaned back a bit, folding his arms over his chest whilst minding his hands. "How come they live in such simple houses, huh? Don't you think they'd live in places more like the base...?" he mused, changing the topic entirely. "I mean... It's warm in here, but it's not exactly fancy. And how does it hold up against storms, you know? It can't be worth building these things if they fall apart." If he was living on a planet like this he'd definitely want a better home, one with more heating than just some fire. The Narbu did have one luxury he was lacking though, masses of fur covering his body. Shu was sort of close, but even he was chilly. Lifting up his shoulders in a shrug Takeshi looked back down at Viral, smiling as he raised an eyebrow. "So you don't get cold at all, do you? I mean, you were practically naked compared to us."

Yumi snickered as well watching Takeshi, amused he had drank so much of the foul stuff. She had only taken a sip and hated it, she couldn't imagine finishing off an entire glass like he had. And it was alcoholic no less, evidently he had never had a drink before. "Viral's right, one of these days you're going to drink something really nasty," she said, smirking teasingly. "You should really check what you're drinking or eating before you try it. I can think of plenty of times you ate something and regretted it. Remember the fried larvae back in East city? You nearly threw up when the cook told you what it was!" She could recall his face now as well as his reaction, priceless. Taking a gander about the building she shrugged her shoulders, relieving an itch on her nose idly. "I don't know, it seems homely, I kind of like it. You don't need anything super fancy to be comfortable. Or do you miss getting to live the high life, Mr. Prince?" That got her a stick of the tongue, only making her laugh again. Just before her Viral started moving around, and looking down she saw him trying to sit up. Wanting to help she reached down, sliding her hand under the Beastman's back to support him, gently helping him into a sitting position. "Are you going to be able to walk back? I can help if you need it."

Everyone was on about restoring the galaxy to some former glory, none of which Vegeta had any knowledge of. He figured it hadn't always been a mess like it was now, the Saiyans were to blame for the current state of affairs. He'd not put much stock into it before but now he was becoming curious, he'd like to see how things might turn out. To be able to travel among the many planets freely, not just himself but countless others, that was an interesting notion. "I can vouch for the rebels, they're doing the right thing. Korian's methods haven't always been the best, but his goal is what matters. We'll get this war over with and everyone can get back to focusing on prospering and not battling one another." This kind of fighting wasn't enjoyable, not even for someone like him of Saiyan descent. And he was willing to bet that many Saiyans felt the same way, if Kai, Choi and Kabocha were any indication. Their parents were a mixed bag, so maybe the population was split. With any luck they would have an easy time of transitioning the Saiyans over once the King was removed from power.

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"I might have a reaction to the medicine, you know! I could be allergic to something, or there could be something in it that would make me sick. There's a reason Saiyans go through the trouble of getting back to their ships to heal, its because we don't know what some stuff will do to us." The fact that they were part human probably made them even more susceptible to alien illnesses. Saiyans had quite the immune system, and Takeshi felt his and his brother's must be diluted because of their human lineage. Takeshi sighed as he glanced down at his hands again, wondering if he could just dip them in the healing tank for five minutes and be done with it. "Haven't you listened to Vegeta, or that doctor Viral was seeing? They kept saying medicine isn't always good. I mean... That was stuff for Viral, but it's probably true for other stuff too, yeah? So instead of taking medicine that might make it worse I'll just let it heal normally. Or... Use something that's not going to make me sick." A bit of discomfort was better than ending up nauseous because he used some weird plant to soothe a few tiny burns.

Being inside the home was a nice change of pace. If they weren't just going to go immediately back outside Takeshi might even shed a few layers and relax. No point in doing that now though, even if it was considerably warmer inside. Viral was waiting for his things most likely at any rate, they'd best be getting his things back to him. Placing the cleaver down carefully at their friend's side he waited for Shu to set down the scarf as well, taking a seat beside the bedroll. The Beastman sure looked beat, not to mention he was still in that weird partial-form of his. It was certainly something else, Takeshi had never seen something like it. Though he'd admitted to losing the two items he was still a bit dejected when Viral spoke to them, smiling apologetically. "Hey, we got them back though yeah?" he asked, pouting slightly as trust came to question, "Sorry! At least we didn't leave them outside though, yeah?" Man, they just couldn't win. Between being out in the cold and being chided Takeshi was feeling a bit thirsty, and there just so conveniently happened to be drinks at hand. Despite his issue about medicine he didn't hesitate at all as he grabbed the mug, easily throwing down most of the drink. Once it had finished and he got a good taste of the beverage he near gagged, setting the glass back down as he made a face. And of course Viral was laughing at him, he probably had set that up. "Would not! Sewage smells bad, that didn't!"

"So you'll help us then...? Excellent, it'll be nice to report back with some good news for a change." Viral had made a fair impact on the Chieftain, even if he'd technically gone rampant. And the show of coming to his aid afterwards, as the Narbu had said, was a display that their group were nothing like the Saiyans. It had been those two factors that swayed the Chieftain's decision, and would perhaps even sway the course of their impending battle. The Narbu were nothing to scoff at, the King had been especially careful when handling these people while under his rule. Considering the fact this particular one had held his own against Viral's various forms was a testament to their power, they would make great allies indeed. Smiling in satisfaction Vegeta adjusted himself carefully, having resorted to kneeling down before the alien, placing his hands on his knees. "Thank you for hearing us out, I swear that you've made the right decision. And as Korian has promised, after the war is won he has pledged to help rebuild any worlds effected by the Saiyans. So in other words, you have his guarantee that there will be aid coming to Pagonia."

There had been plenty of skepticism about joining the rebellion initially, and it wasn't without warrant. The Saiyans had never exactly been benevolent, so why should Saiyans fighting against the King be any different? These pups had done something that he had never seen the soldiers of the King do though, and that was come to the aid of a comrade. If those were the kind of people that would be fighting then the Chieftain knew his warriors would be well looked after, not just used as a sort of replacement. "I hope you keep your word, Vegeta. A warrior's word around here is as good as a blood pact, we do not go back on our word. We've pledged our support and you will get it, as much as we can give. I'll contact other Chieftains around the region and ask for their aid as well. Key vos ar gecht mal, we will defeat that tyrant and restore not just our world, but all worlds to their glory." After all, worlds that could grow meant there would be more able bodied fighters, more for the Narbu to battle. Not for conquests like the Saiyans, but as a sport. It was not uncommon prior to these last few decades for Narbu to travel and fight for sport, the same with other races. Once the danger of the Saiyans was removed these tournaments of theirs could resume, and the Chieftain was elated at that idea.

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Takeshi couldn't say he would want to wear something of Viral's. The guy nearly always had the same clothes on, and sure, he washed them. But you wore something long enough and it just smelled like you no matter what. He'd had a few shirts like that, he had to get rid of them because he was sick of smelling himself incessantly. "I do not smell like sweat. It's fricken 20 degrees, I don't even think I can sweat!" Certainly not out here, he was too cold to. With any luck the inside of this place was going to be nice and toasty, they could even lose a layer or two while they relaxed. Though that implied hanging around, and far as he knew they had zero intention of doing such a thing. The cold certainly wasn't helping his burns either, he'd think it would but in reality it just made his hands sting more. "Who knows what they put in their medicine. Just because it works for them doesn't mean it'll work for me, you know? I could get sick or something!" Takeshi pointed out, shaking his head. "And I seriously doubt they've got fruit on this planet. I hardly saw any plants at all, let alone fruit. Roots maybe, but nothing you'd want I bet."

If Viral was bashing himself for losing the fight then he ought not to be. Just one look at the Narbu and Yumi could tell how tough the fight must have been for the alien. There was no knowing if Viral had even lost, obviously they hadn't been fighting seriously, otherwise they wouldn't be here right now as guests. Shame that it had done a number on her friend though, his erratic changes must have really taken it out of him. Of course the device Vegeta had slapped on Viral couldn't be helping any really, but until he said take it off she had no intentions of meddling with the device. Her attention was elsewhere anyways, glancing at the drinks offered to them by their host. Figuring it rude to refuse she took two glasses, examining her own. Part of traveling was experiencing new things, and she really ought to make sure it was okay for Viral. Sniffing first to see if it was remotely harmful she took a small sip, a bit curious about the taste. It burned going down and had a strange mix of flavors, she wasn't quite sure if she hated or liked it. It did however warm her up some, so that was nice. "Here, you should have some," Yumi said, smiling as she helped the Beastman drink a bit. When she set him back down she glanced at the glass in her hand, blinking owlishly. "Alcohol...? You think this stuff is alcoholic?" Nah, she knew how alcohol smelled, and with her enhanced smell she should notice it. Just to be sure she took another drink, smacking her lips quietly. "Doesn't taste like it..."

Takeshi wasn't exactly sure if the guards would let him inside, he was sort of carrying a large weapon after all. With naught but a glance his way though he and Shu were shown in, finding the building to be a lot warmer than the cold beyond the door. Smiling happily at being out of the chill for now he glanced around the room, trying to find where Viral was. Lying down, huh? Probably for the best, he must be worn out at this point. Stepping across the room and tracking a bit of snow along the way he knelt down at his friend's side, laying the cleaver down carefully. "We've got your stuff, don't worry. It was easy to find." Hopefully Viral didn't mind Shu using the scarf, he was usually quite particular about that item of his. Sitting flush on his backside now a steaming mug caught Takeshi's attention, and he was reminded of the dryness of his throat. "Hey, drinks! Awesome," he said, reaching out and taking one of the beverages. Before anyone could say something he had taken a long drought of it, and immediately after swallowing near half the liquid he lowered the glass, grimacing. "Holy crap, what is this stuff?!"

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Viral wasn't going to appreciate Shu using his scarf, not that he was much in a position to do anything about it. The little guy would make more use of it now anyways, their friend could get it back when they were done. Washed apparently if it smelled funny. "He probably sweats into it all the time, he's always wearing the thing," Takeshi said, shrugging his shoulders, "Better than freezing your nose off though, yeah?" Viral didn't usually get cold, he hadn't bundled up exactly their last time on Pagonia either. Must be nice, not having to wear heavy clothing for the cold. "If they do I'll take it, my hands sting like crap right now," he added, frowning as he gave one a small shake, "Though I'm not so sure I want their medicine. Hell, the Shaharians stuff was weird enough, what do you suppose these guys use?" Some plants maybe, or animal parts for all they knew. He was okay with just some aloe and bandages, nothing fancy or foreign. At any rate, they really ought to go join the others. Standing around out here in the cold was proper miserable and Takeshi didn't have any desire to keep it up. Nodding his head he started walking towards the others, waving Shu on to follow suit.

"That big one over their, I'm guessing it's their leader? He looks beat to hell. He's all burned and cut up, and he was tired when we got there. So... For someone who was fighting at a disadvantage you did really well!" Of course she was going to look for the positive here, she didn't want Viral getting down into the dumps. It may not be so much that he'd potentially lost that was bugging Viral, but rather that he had changed so drastically. Yumi knew he and Vegeta had spent a lot of time as of late perfecting his control, so to have it go wild now must be a big hit to his confidence. Whatever had happened in that fight it hadn't turned out all that bad, they'd been invited back to the home of the Narbu after all, and even offered drinks. Gazing down at the dark liquid in the cups Yumi took two, nodding appreciatively as she placed them both at her side. They didn't smell much like anything, but according to the Chieftain were a relaxant of sorts. She was fine, though judging by Viral's position he could use a bit of aid.

Just to be safe, Yumi tried a bit of the drink first. It was a tad bitter and had a decidedly spicy undertone to it, almost like a wine she supposed. For all the iffy taste that it had she could feel the warmth sliding down her throat, and even from her tiny sip her whole body felt warmed up after a brief moment. "Wow... This works pretty well," she remarked, looking down at the drink, "You should really try a little. Here..." Edging a bit closer to her friend Yumi reached down, carefully placing a hand on the back of his head. Easing him up slightly she placed the cup at his lips, and soon as they parted she tipped the glass back, letting some of the liquid poor down. Smiling hopefully she laid Viral back on the bedroll and placed the drink aside, folding her hands across her lap. "Did that help at all? It doesn't taste all that great, but I know I feel a bit more relaxed!"

Vegeta was not particularly keen on drinking this, whatever it was. He was cold sure but he would warm up in due time now that they were inside, he could do without the alien beverage. It didn't help him that Yumi went ahead and drank some, now he'd seem rude if he refused. Smiling slightly he lifted his glass, nodding his head appreciatively before taking a small sip. Thank goodness the Chieftain wasn't looking, because soon as he drank his face turned a slight hue of purple, a hand shooting to his mouth to keep himself from spitting it out. Ugh, not only was it bitter but it tasted almost sour, and spicy, a strange combination. Forcing himself to swallow back the drink he sighed, placing the cup down on a nearby low table. "Thank you for that... But we're not here for drinks. We were hoping to talk to you about your cooperation with the rebellion? Did you come to a conclusion while battling Viral?"

Takeshi and Shu got some uncertain looks from the Narbu outside, but they were allowed in despite that. Probably his carrying around Viral's cleaver that did it, it was a fairly impressive weapon. As soon as he had crossed the threshold into the building there was an immediate difference in temperature, and boy was it nice. Whatever the walls were made out of they trapped heat well, you would be hard pressed to know that it was all snowy and cold outside. Already inside were Viral, Yumi and Vegeta, the former pair sitting off to the side and Vegeta busy speaking with the Chieftain. Glancing back to make sure Shu came inside he smiled, going over to where the Beastman was laying. "Hey, you're still awake, good! We've got something for you," Takeshi said, bouncing the cleaver on his shoulder a bit. Pulling it off his person he winced again as it put pressure on his hands, setting it down beside their friend carefully. "And Shu's got your scarf, we didn't lose it."

"I did decide, Saiyan. My fight with Viral was enlightening, and I'm happy to say, entertaining. I've never fought a foe quite like him before, it was interesting to say the least." Pausing for just a moment the Chieftain lifted his mug up, taking a long drought from the brew before putting it aside, sighing contently. Just on the other side of the room the door was opened up, and in came the two other Saiyan pups from earlier. He had picked his opponent well, he felt. Nothing those two could have done would have been any different from the other opponents he'd battled before. "Your comrade was astounding, quite powerful. I don't know quite what happened to him, but he would have easily lasted through our duel at the rate we were going. [i]Heil cra fash, lok tor bal.[i] Such a shame, I looked forward to seeing his strength. If the rest of you can remotely compare to his power than I feel we've a safe chance of picking some good allies in you. And if your leader is even stronger than this, well, I don't think I have any reason to fear for my people's well-being."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Oh, his attacks are hot? Really, I hadn't noticed," Takeshi remarked, sarcasm dripping in his tone. His hands were indication enough that Viral's attacks were indeed hot, very much so. Normal Ki however strong didn't burn, not like the Beastman's power did. Glancing down at his raw palms for a moment he lifted his head, frowning at the mention of their friend's valuables. Right, his cleaver and scarf, they had managed to lose those in the ensuing scene. They couldn't have gotten too far, and a quick search later he spotted the cleaver a few meters off, sticking up out of the ground. Grasping the cold blade with his injured hands Takeshi winced as he lifted it up, finding a little relief once the blade rested on his shoulder. "The snow won't heal it, though maybe it'll feel better..." Eying the snow thoughtfully he leaned over, placing his palm flush against the white ground below. Immediately he drew his hand back, cussing under his breath as he gave his hand a shake. Nope, that just stung, no doing that again. They would have to wait to patch up when they got back, unless the Narbu were so inclined to give him some help, which he doubted.

Since he was lugging around Viral's cleaver, Shu could take the scarf. Might as well give something to do while they were here, otherwise he'd just start running around all bored. The item in question wasn't particularly hard to find, practically waving to them as it clung to a post on one of the homes. After spotting it Takeshi directed his brother over, watching amused as he went about retrieving it. But of course he made a spectacle of it too, starting off by tumbling down onto the snow. Sure he got it soon after, expressing his happiness in a way only Shu knew how before coming back down. Chuckling in amusement Takeshi gave a shake of his head, going to ruffle Shu's hair but stopping, thinking better of it with his burned hand. "Good job, you're the galaxy's best scarf-fetcher. If we ever need one again we'll know who to turn to," he said jokingly, flashing a teasing smile. Hearing his sibling's woes Takeshi reached out, taking the scarf carefully before lying it over one of the younger boy's shoulders. By twisting it around a bit he managed to wrap it, making a small covering that went right up to just below Shu's eyes. "There you go, now let's go meet the others," he added, starting to walk towards their friends.

Vegeta was in too much of a hurry to get this done with, they needed to slow down, for Viral's sake. Pushing him now was only going to make things worse, he needed to rest. While a hut in the middle of the tundra was scarcely ideal Yumi would take that over the elements for now. If the Narbu were willing to be hospitable then she wasn't going to question it, far be it from her to question alien customs. Once she and Vegeta had gotten the Beastman into bed she placed herself at his side, sitting cross-legged with her back to the wall. Feeling Viral's eyes on her then she glanced down, smiling kindly as she reached up and scratched at one of her ears. "You look like you had one hell of a time fighting them. I'm guessing you took them on by yourself?" All five of them? No, only the big one looked like he'd been in a brawl. So Viral and the big Narbu had decked it out, over what exactly? They were here to try recruiting these people, not fight with them. Then again, perhaps it was the fighting that was their means of recruiting. Show of strength or some nonsense, the usual male pissing contest. Smiling exasperatedly Yumi let out a faint sigh, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at Viral. "Win or lose, you look like you gave him hell, nice job."

Whatever the Narbu had in mind Vegeta was positive they had something superior. Helping Viral was a generous notion, but unnecessary. If they could just provide some kind of clothing for their friend to wear, more than his worn ones, they could bring him back to the ship. The Chieftain had gone into the other room it seemed, and was only now just returning. The alien had traded in his previous outfit for a set of plain robes, a dark beige with the exception of a white inset that ran down both the front and the back, a cloth wrap tied around his waist to hold it together. Behind him was a smaller Narbu, carrying with them a tray with several mugs on it. One was offered to Vegeta which he took, glancing down at the murky, hot liquid inside. Sniffing curiously he was a bit off-put, the smell bitter and not quite appealing. The same beverages were offered over to Yumi and Viral both, to which the former took two glasses for each of them. At the head of the room the Chieftain had sat down, sipping at his own drink for the moment. Seeing a chance perhaps to speak, Vegeta walked across the room, stopping a few feet shy of where the Narbu sat. "Sir, if you've got the time we really should discuss why we're here. I'm going to assume my friends have already told you?"

What a shame that duel had ended prematurely, it seemed so promising. Viral was unlike any opponent he had fought before in that his powers and abilities were completely foreign. Saiyans, no matter how strong, were still Saiyans, and most exhibited the same strengths. Narbu he knew inside and out, and the Chieftain was familiar with many other races as well. But the Beastman was something new, something exciting, and he'd noticed that from the first moment they met. It was why he was so keen on fighting, to see what new challenge might be brought. Ah, but something had gone awry and now here they were, sitting inside the communal house winding down from the fight. Hearing someone approaching as he sat the Chieftain lifted his head, acknowledging Vegeta with a glance as he sipped away at his drink. "Ah... Yes... The rebellion. Your friends did mention it, kor tak al ban. That was the reason for our duel, to decide if we might ally ourselves with you." Hard to say right this moment seeing as their contest hadn't officially concluded. Viral most likely would have lasted the ten minutes, but the Chieftain would rather be certain. "You should drink, dar'um. This liquid warms the body and relaxes the muscles, a splendid way to relax after a tiring battle."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

What a fine mess this had turned into. They couldn't get through one single mission without someone being borderline crippled, could they? No use in worrying over Viral right this moment, Yumi and Vegeta were more than capable of seeing to him. There was the matter of Shu bumbling about to look into, Takeshi wasn't quite sure what his brother was doing. Flying over to the younger boy he set down carefully before him, promptly teasing him about hoping about. Perhaps that was just his way of keeping warm, it was hard to tell sometimes with the little guy. "Viral? Uh... He's going to be fine. I mean, Vegeta and Yumi are here now, how can he not be, you know? They'll take care of him." If those two couldn't do it then their friend was beyond helping, there was no better pair for the Beastman to be cared by. Glancing down at his raw hands, Takeshi smiled sheepishly at his brother, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. "Oh, these? I blocked one of Viral's attacks, that's all. Don't worry about it, they don't hurt that much." He wouldn't be holding things for a bit, not without his palms stinging like mad. Just a bit of bandages and something to soothe the stinging and he'd be fine, he certainly didn't need that much medical attention. Giving Shu a funny look the older boy rolled his eyes, smirking as he turned around to check, "Yeah, I stuffed the cleaver in my pocket buddy, good eye. No I don't have them, we probably dropped 'em somewhere."

Now where in the heck did they leave those things? Viral would be right pissed if they lost either, and Takeshi had very little desire to be chewed out later on. Searching about the nearby area he finally spotted the cleaver at least, seeing the handle protruding up from a small pile of snow. "They're going inside somewhere, get out of the cold," he pointed out, heading over to the weapon. Right, so he had to pick this up somehow, preferably without his hands. Like that would work, he didn't have a tail and goodness knows he wasn't going to try using his feet. Sighing he went ahead and grabbed hold of the metal, the cold handle actually feeling soothing on his skin. At least it had until he applied his grip, wincing and forcing himself to pick it up, slinging it over his shoulder. "Ow ow ow, dammit! Stupid burns!" Takeshi whined, blowing on his free palm. Viral's scarf was still missing, where could that be? Another quick survey and he spotted it, clung onto a post of one of the huts and blowing in the wind. "Shu, go grab it and let's go. I don't want to stay outside much longer."

Viral had seen worse days, Vegeta noted, trying to reassure himself. Seeing his friend so mutated however made him worry immensely, it was unusual, even for him. The fact that he exhibited not one, but three different forms, including his regular self, it didn't make any sense. The lack of energy should have meant he would revert completely, not partially. And the fact he'd even scrambled up before now, what was the deal with that? Feeling a set of eyes on him the Saiyan turned his head, coming face to face with Viral. Smiling faintly he looked back ahead, watching the Narbu before them. "That device drains and stores your power, if you're wondering. If you lack the energy to maintain a form then you'll revert, at least, that's what should happen. Evidently something has changed, because you're certainly not yourself." What could cause something like this to happen anyways? It wasn't the energy mutating him, he didn't have enough to sustain even a single form right now. If not his energy then... Perhaps it was something more biological. Taking a mental picture in his mind of the genetic mapping Vegeta frowned, unable to think of anything that was a blaring fault. "Viral... Can you speak? Tell me, how do you feel?"

"Oh let him be Vegeta, he's exhausted, can't you tell? Interrogate him later," Yumi said testily, glancing over at her friend. She knew the need to figure this out, but with Viral essentially drained it could wait. First things first, they had to get him inside somewhere and take care of him. Until they actually got back to the ship itself she doubted they could do very much for him, the Narbu didn't look as though they had much equipment here. Looking at Viral she smiled kindly, "You just rest up, okay? We've got it from here, you've done your part." Just up ahead the Narbu had finally come to their destination, the Chieftain and two of his men going inside first. The other two stood at either side of the doors, watching the encroaching group closely. So they didn't completely trust her or her friends yet, not too surprising she supposed. Hopefully that didn't get in the way of their negotiations, Yumi didn't want this to be as big a failure as Shaharia had. Everyone had seemed fair dejected after that first stop, having the same thing happen again would be a real letdown.

Vegeta wanted to get back to their own ship, at least just to return Viral there and get him situated. He could even go alone, then return once negotiations were done. Yumi was set on letting Viral rest here though, and per usual he was just going to give her what she wanted rather than try arguing. Easier that way, she could go on for quite some time if she felt passionately enough about something. "Alright, sorry, just trying to help," Vegeta said, smiling exasperatedly. Looked like they had at last gotten to this house, and just as well, he was freezing. Watching the Chieftain and two Narbu go in first he followed suit, helping Yumi bring Viral on inside. It wasn't half bad of a building admittedly, better than he anticipated. Some sort of mats were rolled up on the ground, almost like tatami mats. They felt like they insulated the floor a little, which was nice. And for just hide walls they did quite a good job of stopping the cold too. Inside was a small fireplace, a table, several bedrolls along the walls as well as a few weapons racks. It was more civilized than he'd have anticipated. Scarcely needing to be told both he and Yumi went to the nearest bedding, carefully laying Viral down back onto it. Since Yumi promptly sat down at Viral's side, Vegeta figured he could move on for the time being.