Viral did hope he’d end up getting there sooner rather than later just to go elsewhere again, maybe even run off before this guy could get anywhere near him. He wasn’t scared, but he was not going to let that man get too close to him if he could help it. The man was pretty unknown to him despite having worked on him, but his creation didn’t matter when it came to the now and not the past. He didn’t care if he had worked on creating him, he was not feeling good about seeing this man and he did not want to find help from him. He wasn’t paranoid; he just couldn’t be around others just now. Winding down the window a little bit, he took in a few breaths of fresh air before pressing his nose down again into his arm, just letting the wind brush his hair gently instead.
He wasn’t feeling too good and it wasn’t even a type of nausea, just a feeling of tension building up inside him. If he was feeling like this and he wasn’t even at the doctors then why did they think he would be able to withstand being there? It was just stupid and pointless, probably would only end up with him getting another panic attack and doing something stupid that he would regret forever doing. He didn’t want to care that much, but certain circumstances occurring all the time was making him feel nervous and very cautious about the future. If he was supposed to die then fine, but Yumi just wouldn’t let him without giving him grief about it. She was probably still mad at him for not thinking he could fight at their level anymore, but she was just mad because she couldn’t face the truth of the matter whether she liked it or not.
Staring out the window blankly, he grunted when Vegeta spoke to him again, briefly looking in his direction before resting on his arm again, grumbling away dismissively, “Hmph, the best…” He made it sound like he was getting fixed like a common house pet, just involving his mind rather than any other part of him. The doctor could look at him and decide that he required a memory wipe and Vegeta would be completely fine with it, at least it sounded like that from listening to him, “And what if I don’t want to talk at all? Or can’t talk at all? Who should dictate whether I should or shouldn’t? As if everything is easy to talk about, anyway…it’s not even worth listening to when it’s been heard all before”.
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Viral gave Vegeta an angry look, pointing a claw at him, “It’s not a matter of her age or how you want to see her, you still give her respect!” he told him off, looking away again quickly, “You made her feel uncomfortable with how you spoke to her; don’t you know women at all? She works hard and hasn’t seen you for a long time; the least you could do is give her and the rest of your employees some respect after returning”. Vegeta should have been more polite to his employees if he wanted any of them to stick around before they ended up looking around for other jobs. It annoyed him, to say the least, especially considering his lack of care was what caused him to have thoughts to leave Capsule Corp before.
Waiting for Vegeta to leave the elevator, he stood at the side to let Yumi out before he trailed along behind them, keeping fairly quiet the whole way out. He was not confident about being seen by others too much and luckily Vegeta’s car had tinted windows, but even the trip out to the car was a little worrying. Staring at the security guard as they left the building, he huffed and looked elsewhere. The guards had proved troublesome before and that was the last time he saw them, so he wasn’t exactly happy to see one of them. Keeping his head low, he entered the car last to take the seat beside the window for his own comfort.
Viral had little to look forward to with this ride, seeing as how it would mean he would have to talk to some guy for ages until he was sorted; that, or be given some sort of therapy, probably shock therapy or something. It wouldn’t take long to get to the hospital in this car, but traffic would have to account for that. Letting the other two talk as he stared out of the window, Yumi’s own curiosity had her delving into the little fridge with the smell making him turn to look. It just had to be seafood, the smell sparking something he already had trouble with for the last few days. Turning away and pressing his nose against his arm, he stared out of the window just trying to ignore any disgusting urges he’d have for eating the food himself.
Waiting for Vegeta to leave the elevator, he stood at the side to let Yumi out before he trailed along behind them, keeping fairly quiet the whole way out. He was not confident about being seen by others too much and luckily Vegeta’s car had tinted windows, but even the trip out to the car was a little worrying. Staring at the security guard as they left the building, he huffed and looked elsewhere. The guards had proved troublesome before and that was the last time he saw them, so he wasn’t exactly happy to see one of them. Keeping his head low, he entered the car last to take the seat beside the window for his own comfort.
Viral had little to look forward to with this ride, seeing as how it would mean he would have to talk to some guy for ages until he was sorted; that, or be given some sort of therapy, probably shock therapy or something. It wouldn’t take long to get to the hospital in this car, but traffic would have to account for that. Letting the other two talk as he stared out of the window, Yumi’s own curiosity had her delving into the little fridge with the smell making him turn to look. It just had to be seafood, the smell sparking something he already had trouble with for the last few days. Turning away and pressing his nose against his arm, he stared out of the window just trying to ignore any disgusting urges he’d have for eating the food himself.
Viral gave Vegeta an angry look, pointing a claw at him, “It’s not a matter of her age or how you want to see her, you still give her respect!” he told him off, looking away again quickly, “You made her feel uncomfortable with how you spoke to her; don’t you know women at all? She works hard and hasn’t seen you for a long time; the least you could do is give her and the rest of your employees some respect after returning”. Vegeta should have been more polite to his employees if he wanted any of them to stick around before they ended up looking around for other jobs. It annoyed him, to say the least, especially considering his lack of care was what caused him to have thoughts to leave Capsule Corp before.
Waiting for Vegeta to leave the elevator, he stood at the side to let Yumi out before he trailed along behind them, keeping fairly quiet the whole way out. He was not confident about being seen by others too much and luckily Vegeta’s car had tinted windows, but even the trip out to the car was a little worrying. Staring at the security guard as they left the building, he huffed and looked elsewhere. The guards had proved troublesome before and that was the last time he saw them, so he wasn’t exactly happy to see one of them. Keeping his head low, he entered the car last to take the seat beside the window for his own comfort.
Viral had little to look forward to with this ride, seeing as how it would mean he would have to talk to some guy for ages until he was sorted; that, or be given some sort of therapy, probably shock therapy or something. It wouldn’t take long to get to the hospital in this car, but traffic would have to account for that. Letting the other two talk as he stared out of the window, Yumi’s own curiosity had her delving into the little fridge with the smell making him turn to look. It just had to be seafood, the smell sparking something he already had trouble with for the last few days. Turning away and pressing his nose against his arm, he stared out of the window just trying to ignore any disgusting urges he’d have for eating the food himself.
Waiting for Vegeta to leave the elevator, he stood at the side to let Yumi out before he trailed along behind them, keeping fairly quiet the whole way out. He was not confident about being seen by others too much and luckily Vegeta’s car had tinted windows, but even the trip out to the car was a little worrying. Staring at the security guard as they left the building, he huffed and looked elsewhere. The guards had proved troublesome before and that was the last time he saw them, so he wasn’t exactly happy to see one of them. Keeping his head low, he entered the car last to take the seat beside the window for his own comfort.
Viral had little to look forward to with this ride, seeing as how it would mean he would have to talk to some guy for ages until he was sorted; that, or be given some sort of therapy, probably shock therapy or something. It wouldn’t take long to get to the hospital in this car, but traffic would have to account for that. Letting the other two talk as he stared out of the window, Yumi’s own curiosity had her delving into the little fridge with the smell making him turn to look. It just had to be seafood, the smell sparking something he already had trouble with for the last few days. Turning away and pressing his nose against his arm, he stared out of the window just trying to ignore any disgusting urges he’d have for eating the food himself.
Viral didn’t care if he was being stubborn, he didn’t know how this might turn out or whether it would ever be worth seeing this man. He didn’t know if the guy was any good with psychology or knew what to do with his powers returning and growing stronger; the man could had abandoned caring for a long time ago. Anything could go wrong or he could be met with disappointment, all depending on whether he could handle the news and why this was all happening to him. He just wanted some control and to know what was going to happen to him in the future. If he was going to have to be given the news to what was happening to him, then he would rather it was given to him straight; if his mental condition was going to deteriorate even further with his powers, then it would be better for him to be put down than to carry on.
Folding his arms, he let out a sigh before his attention went to the window as well, frowning a little upon seeing the vehicle. He would just have to put up with it then, seeing as how Vegeta and Yumi weren’t going to give him a break. Looking to Vegeta, he grumbled as he headed on towards the door, “Right…an appointment…one I probably won’t get for months, anyway”, he huffed, turning around again, “I don’t want to take appointments away from him, you know! Even if they are humans, I don’t need him pressing guilt on me…”
Yumi was pretty quick to respond too, it seemed, with her own little few words of encouragement. They were probably completely fed up with him; they just wanted him to get better and to stop complaining all the time. Frowning, he walked along with her, keeping his arms folded, “Depends on what you mean by ‘my old self’”, he spoke, shaking his head, “There’s the past me and distant past me; what would be the best one?” Going into the elevator, he turned slightly and folded his arms before looking to Vegeta, “You should learn some manners! You call her ‘Miss Amelia’…she works hard enough to stay professional without you being informal to her…”
T’charrl never had friends to have sleepovers like this, even if it was temporary. He was really quite happy to be with Takeshi and Shu with their plans being whatever they wanted to do. If he had to help Takeshi fix up his house then he was going to be pretty happy to help, especially when it was all life experiences for him. Smiling a little, he looked to Shu when Takeshi questioned him about a bed, but after mentioning clothes and onwards from there Shu only ended up looking confused with no idea what he was talking about. Laughing a little, he looked back to Takeshi, “Isn’t your brother new to everything?” he spoke, shifting his position a little, “I would like to live with you, but I don’t want to cause you anymore stress if it means to change plans just for me. Maybe you should sleep? Shu and I can go hunting if you want”.
Folding his arms, he let out a sigh before his attention went to the window as well, frowning a little upon seeing the vehicle. He would just have to put up with it then, seeing as how Vegeta and Yumi weren’t going to give him a break. Looking to Vegeta, he grumbled as he headed on towards the door, “Right…an appointment…one I probably won’t get for months, anyway”, he huffed, turning around again, “I don’t want to take appointments away from him, you know! Even if they are humans, I don’t need him pressing guilt on me…”
Yumi was pretty quick to respond too, it seemed, with her own little few words of encouragement. They were probably completely fed up with him; they just wanted him to get better and to stop complaining all the time. Frowning, he walked along with her, keeping his arms folded, “Depends on what you mean by ‘my old self’”, he spoke, shaking his head, “There’s the past me and distant past me; what would be the best one?” Going into the elevator, he turned slightly and folded his arms before looking to Vegeta, “You should learn some manners! You call her ‘Miss Amelia’…she works hard enough to stay professional without you being informal to her…”
T’charrl never had friends to have sleepovers like this, even if it was temporary. He was really quite happy to be with Takeshi and Shu with their plans being whatever they wanted to do. If he had to help Takeshi fix up his house then he was going to be pretty happy to help, especially when it was all life experiences for him. Smiling a little, he looked to Shu when Takeshi questioned him about a bed, but after mentioning clothes and onwards from there Shu only ended up looking confused with no idea what he was talking about. Laughing a little, he looked back to Takeshi, “Isn’t your brother new to everything?” he spoke, shifting his position a little, “I would like to live with you, but I don’t want to cause you anymore stress if it means to change plans just for me. Maybe you should sleep? Shu and I can go hunting if you want”.
Viral was pretty against going to see this man if only for himself, his nerves being pretty potent and holding back the fact that he really needed to see the man. He didn’t know how it would go or whether he was going to be still himself after getting treatment, especially considering the man would know about how he was made and be able to spot any abnormalities that may result in him becoming mentally changed. Vegeta didn’t know what it was like to have to worry about such outlandish things for organic creatures to believe, they couldn’t have their genes altered so easily and their minds changed. Scratching at his side, he let out a sigh and turned away from Vegeta, shaking his head, “I know! Just…I have not seen the man…” he grumbled lowly, “I’m not ready…”
If they were this confident about the man, he was all the more ready to feel nervous about seeing him. Neither of them knew this man existed and were ready to pass him on so that maybe his health would improve, but if it turned out that he was with the RRA all along and had effectively betrayed Vegeta’s family, then that was it for him. Anything could happen and he had every reason to be nervous about it, but he wasn’t scared; he had to prove that he wasn’t scared. Looking back to the pair, his eyes were drawn to Yumi as he frowned, his eyes gradually averting away from her as his confidence shrunk once again, “Don’t suggest I’m too cowardly to leave this place…I’ve done it before”, he grunted, giving her a quick side-glance, “He’ll be busy working just now, anyway! Dragging him away from that just because of a few minor problems…hmph, I am anything but a coward…”
Shu tilted his head at Takeshi’s refusal and scratched his chest, looking away again to try and think to what they could do. He didn’t know how to build a room like Takeshi’s place had, he was pretty sure that involved a lot of work with something he didn’t understand; the most he could make was a bed and even that was pretty primitive compared to how Takeshi’s bed looked, what with being mostly leaves and other non-toxic and stabby vegetation. Stretching his arms out, he let out a sigh, slowly moving forward, “I’m okay with sleeping on the floor, we don’t need extra rooms!” He was quite flexible, seeing as how he had slept in worse places before and he didn’t mind at all. He would be pretty happy to compensate and give T’charrl more space too.
T’charrl didn’t mind what Takeshi decided to do, it wasn’t as if he could offer much considering building such structures was beyond him; Takeshi had seen how he lived, their homes were carved out of the planet and held together by their sacred tree. If he could manipulate the energies of the trees here, he could probably help make a new home; however, he didn’t know how much Takeshi would appreciate that. Looking to Takeshi quickly, he smiled a little, “I don’t mind, it’d be an experience”, he spoke, scratching his chin, “Honestly, if I was to say something about this, you shouldn’t have to worry too much about the home. I mean…you wanted to do other things and not stay in your house all the time, right? If I was to have my own home, I would be quite happy only having a little place to eat and sleep while I go out on adventures and trips during the day”.
If they were this confident about the man, he was all the more ready to feel nervous about seeing him. Neither of them knew this man existed and were ready to pass him on so that maybe his health would improve, but if it turned out that he was with the RRA all along and had effectively betrayed Vegeta’s family, then that was it for him. Anything could happen and he had every reason to be nervous about it, but he wasn’t scared; he had to prove that he wasn’t scared. Looking back to the pair, his eyes were drawn to Yumi as he frowned, his eyes gradually averting away from her as his confidence shrunk once again, “Don’t suggest I’m too cowardly to leave this place…I’ve done it before”, he grunted, giving her a quick side-glance, “He’ll be busy working just now, anyway! Dragging him away from that just because of a few minor problems…hmph, I am anything but a coward…”
Shu tilted his head at Takeshi’s refusal and scratched his chest, looking away again to try and think to what they could do. He didn’t know how to build a room like Takeshi’s place had, he was pretty sure that involved a lot of work with something he didn’t understand; the most he could make was a bed and even that was pretty primitive compared to how Takeshi’s bed looked, what with being mostly leaves and other non-toxic and stabby vegetation. Stretching his arms out, he let out a sigh, slowly moving forward, “I’m okay with sleeping on the floor, we don’t need extra rooms!” He was quite flexible, seeing as how he had slept in worse places before and he didn’t mind at all. He would be pretty happy to compensate and give T’charrl more space too.
T’charrl didn’t mind what Takeshi decided to do, it wasn’t as if he could offer much considering building such structures was beyond him; Takeshi had seen how he lived, their homes were carved out of the planet and held together by their sacred tree. If he could manipulate the energies of the trees here, he could probably help make a new home; however, he didn’t know how much Takeshi would appreciate that. Looking to Takeshi quickly, he smiled a little, “I don’t mind, it’d be an experience”, he spoke, scratching his chin, “Honestly, if I was to say something about this, you shouldn’t have to worry too much about the home. I mean…you wanted to do other things and not stay in your house all the time, right? If I was to have my own home, I would be quite happy only having a little place to eat and sleep while I go out on adventures and trips during the day”.
Throughout the trip, Shu had been both unsettled and pretty calm, shifting between excitable and sleepy. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about returning to Earth, considering what they were going to do there and the fact that they were going to go back to a lifestyle he was already pretty unfamiliar with; it wasn’t as if he was going to go to the jungle. He was alright with that and he did miss Earth, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do feel or anticipate. It would be nice to stay with Takeshi again while the others did their own thing, plus they would have T’charrl too. With T’charrl being there, it meant they could fight together and didn’t need to be near people at all. It wasn’t as if he hated being around people, he just felt pretty alienated around them and they were just everywhere.
Viral, on the other hand, was not looking forward to going to Earth at all. He was the problem that sent them there in the first place and he did not want to go and see this doctor, especially after what went on during their trip. He was pretty humiliated by it all and the fact that it was fairly unknown set him in a loop to what the problem was. He still felt somewhat unwell, his stomach sore and his appetite had disappeared for the duration of the journey with no reason behind it. He wasn’t freaking out over food because he never went to their mealtimes, he could settle by himself without having to worry about it. Everyone had been pretty quiet about it; they wouldn’t even tell him what had happened during the time he spent transformed.
The twins had been asked to remain in the ship for the time being, their appearance on Earth might be a little too alarming while their visit with Kabocha had been fairly recent. Kai didn’t care, he would be looking for a place he could take his father to live; however, Choi was feeling pretty down without Yumi. He had done his best to give her space and make her happy, but he was also feeling pretty lonely when Kai was spending time with their father more and he was just left sitting back or cooking quietly. Earth was a pretty quiet planet and he did hope his father would find a home here, but was definitely worrying about the future which was very unlike Choi to do.
Upon leaving the ship, Shu had left with Takeshi pretty quickly and rolled around in the grass, fair enjoying himself and the smell of fresh air again. Viral had been less than willing to go out, feeling pretty alienated on the planet. Despite being essentially native, he didn’t like the humans still and was not looking forward to seeing the doctor. It was for his own good, but he didn’t care for his own good and just wanted to be left alone. Having to go back to Capsule Corp would be pretty awkward considering the last they saw of him was his frustration and rage before he tried to run off with a Dragonball. He had kept his head low during his return, not feeling too confident even being in the city itself.
They had done well to rebuild what he had destroyed, but of course the company was very rich and could afford materials with no problem. He didn’t give them much of a ‘hello’; he was more concerned with going back to his old den. He didn’t stay in his den for long; there wasn’t much in there apart from a bed and a place for his clothes. He had changed in that brief time, grabbing a cloak for himself knowing he would have to go out in public. If he could control his transformations, he wouldn’t need to worry about having to find clothes all the time. His powers were able to regenerate his clothes before, but the slowness of his transformations hadn’t allowed his powers to create an imprint of them. He didn’t know how it worked, but his creators were certainly kind enough to give him such an ability to save embarrassment.
Returning to Vegeta and Yumi, he came in at the end of the conversation and could only turn his nose up at it. The fact that the doctor was still alive was disappointing, but even more that he was actually in the city. He hoped he wasn’t around anymore or somewhere where Capsule Corp couldn’t find him. Grumbling, he looked away from them all and instead fiddled with his armbands, hardly feeling confident about leaving. He would need to travel without drawing attention to himself, if he was even wanting to. He didn’t want to go; it was embarrassing enough having to admit that he had a crippling problem. Looking back to Vegeta when he spoke, he let out a grumble and looked away again, “Hmph, since when was I ready to see such a man…” he grumbled, shaking his head, “I don’t even want to be in around the humans, anyway…”
With Takeshi being busy, Shu and T’charrl had used the time to try and get some rest when they were fairly anxious about being here. Shu didn’t know what he was doing while T’charrl was looking around for these ‘moths’ they had told him about, wondering whether he really did look like one. Shu did get sleep, but when he had woken up he was pretty excitable. It didn’t take long for Shu to find his prize money and point it out to Takeshi to find; he had managed to remember where it was just from the sight of Takeshi’s home again. Bouncing around a little, he looked to Takeshi briefly with interest, just wondering how he was supposed to create more rooms, “Too hard? We can get leaves and use them as beds!” he squeaked, not quite understanding the need for more rooms, “How do you even do such a thing?”
T’charrl, while still looking for this mysterious moth had turned to Takeshi, was having to crouch to fit into the little house, keeping his wings tucked in so he didn’t end up knocking things over, “Shame you don’t live underground, you could just carve a new room out”, he spoke, not exactly feeling pretty confident in his ability to give Takeshi ideas, “I can’t build such places, I’m just a Prince…but if it comes to it, I can try and find my own place to stay. It’ll be an experience! I can even go back to the ship if I can’t fit in your home, I don’t mind. I’ve seen a lot of the planet just in this short time…at least, except people…but I don’t think they’d want to see something like me”.
Viral, on the other hand, was not looking forward to going to Earth at all. He was the problem that sent them there in the first place and he did not want to go and see this doctor, especially after what went on during their trip. He was pretty humiliated by it all and the fact that it was fairly unknown set him in a loop to what the problem was. He still felt somewhat unwell, his stomach sore and his appetite had disappeared for the duration of the journey with no reason behind it. He wasn’t freaking out over food because he never went to their mealtimes, he could settle by himself without having to worry about it. Everyone had been pretty quiet about it; they wouldn’t even tell him what had happened during the time he spent transformed.
The twins had been asked to remain in the ship for the time being, their appearance on Earth might be a little too alarming while their visit with Kabocha had been fairly recent. Kai didn’t care, he would be looking for a place he could take his father to live; however, Choi was feeling pretty down without Yumi. He had done his best to give her space and make her happy, but he was also feeling pretty lonely when Kai was spending time with their father more and he was just left sitting back or cooking quietly. Earth was a pretty quiet planet and he did hope his father would find a home here, but was definitely worrying about the future which was very unlike Choi to do.
Upon leaving the ship, Shu had left with Takeshi pretty quickly and rolled around in the grass, fair enjoying himself and the smell of fresh air again. Viral had been less than willing to go out, feeling pretty alienated on the planet. Despite being essentially native, he didn’t like the humans still and was not looking forward to seeing the doctor. It was for his own good, but he didn’t care for his own good and just wanted to be left alone. Having to go back to Capsule Corp would be pretty awkward considering the last they saw of him was his frustration and rage before he tried to run off with a Dragonball. He had kept his head low during his return, not feeling too confident even being in the city itself.
They had done well to rebuild what he had destroyed, but of course the company was very rich and could afford materials with no problem. He didn’t give them much of a ‘hello’; he was more concerned with going back to his old den. He didn’t stay in his den for long; there wasn’t much in there apart from a bed and a place for his clothes. He had changed in that brief time, grabbing a cloak for himself knowing he would have to go out in public. If he could control his transformations, he wouldn’t need to worry about having to find clothes all the time. His powers were able to regenerate his clothes before, but the slowness of his transformations hadn’t allowed his powers to create an imprint of them. He didn’t know how it worked, but his creators were certainly kind enough to give him such an ability to save embarrassment.
Returning to Vegeta and Yumi, he came in at the end of the conversation and could only turn his nose up at it. The fact that the doctor was still alive was disappointing, but even more that he was actually in the city. He hoped he wasn’t around anymore or somewhere where Capsule Corp couldn’t find him. Grumbling, he looked away from them all and instead fiddled with his armbands, hardly feeling confident about leaving. He would need to travel without drawing attention to himself, if he was even wanting to. He didn’t want to go; it was embarrassing enough having to admit that he had a crippling problem. Looking back to Vegeta when he spoke, he let out a grumble and looked away again, “Hmph, since when was I ready to see such a man…” he grumbled, shaking his head, “I don’t even want to be in around the humans, anyway…”
With Takeshi being busy, Shu and T’charrl had used the time to try and get some rest when they were fairly anxious about being here. Shu didn’t know what he was doing while T’charrl was looking around for these ‘moths’ they had told him about, wondering whether he really did look like one. Shu did get sleep, but when he had woken up he was pretty excitable. It didn’t take long for Shu to find his prize money and point it out to Takeshi to find; he had managed to remember where it was just from the sight of Takeshi’s home again. Bouncing around a little, he looked to Takeshi briefly with interest, just wondering how he was supposed to create more rooms, “Too hard? We can get leaves and use them as beds!” he squeaked, not quite understanding the need for more rooms, “How do you even do such a thing?”
T’charrl, while still looking for this mysterious moth had turned to Takeshi, was having to crouch to fit into the little house, keeping his wings tucked in so he didn’t end up knocking things over, “Shame you don’t live underground, you could just carve a new room out”, he spoke, not exactly feeling pretty confident in his ability to give Takeshi ideas, “I can’t build such places, I’m just a Prince…but if it comes to it, I can try and find my own place to stay. It’ll be an experience! I can even go back to the ship if I can’t fit in your home, I don’t mind. I’ve seen a lot of the planet just in this short time…at least, except people…but I don’t think they’d want to see something like me”.
Shu didn’t know what was bothering Takeshi so much, it was fun not having clothes on and not having to worry about the itching sometimes, so he couldn’t understand what was bothering him so much. Running along with him pretty happily and bouncing, he looked to Takeshi curiously when he asked him further questions, making him smile a little, “Huhhhh? Why would I always have clothes?” he asked up, giving him a smile, bouncing a few times, “Nobody wore clothes in the wild! All naked and it was nice and never too hot”. He did get a little too hot sometimes wearing clothes, but he knew the people generally didn’t like it so he avoided doing anything without clothes just to please them. Looking around quickly, he bounced a little upon realising there was nobody around, “Where do you wanna go? Where are we gonna go? What is there on the ship…? Do you really need more clothes to explore?”
Having Yumi mess around with his cleaver was fairly annoying to him, she could at least learn how to hold it and where it should be held. Given his mind-set right now, he wasn’t below backhanding someone if they gave him or anything of his any cheek. Growling lowly, he turned back towards her, stomping back towards her before shoving his belt in her face, pointing at it to try and tell her to use it instead of what she was doing now; there was a reason there was a sheathe on his belt and if she was any smart, she would carry it in that and not stupidly over her shoulder while waving it around. It wasn’t a toy and would never be regarded as one, proving to be all too important to him for her to drop and smack against things with.
When Vegeta came over and decided on a plan, he groaned and slowly looked around, hardly happy himself to be in here and yet not exactly confident about getting out as well, his appearance telling himself that he was indeed not normal and being like this he was probably not going to be well received by the others. His was a giant furry monster to all the other aliens on board; it wasn’t as if they had anything like him on their planets most likely either. Grumbling, he looked away from Vegeta for a moment before snorting, giving a brief nod. Maybe the way towards the medical bay would be quiet if everyone was going off to get prepared for food; he’d be quite alright remaining away from the others while they ate. Walking towards the door, he looked back at Yumi, growling lowly as a warning to take care of his stuff properly.
Having Yumi mess around with his cleaver was fairly annoying to him, she could at least learn how to hold it and where it should be held. Given his mind-set right now, he wasn’t below backhanding someone if they gave him or anything of his any cheek. Growling lowly, he turned back towards her, stomping back towards her before shoving his belt in her face, pointing at it to try and tell her to use it instead of what she was doing now; there was a reason there was a sheathe on his belt and if she was any smart, she would carry it in that and not stupidly over her shoulder while waving it around. It wasn’t a toy and would never be regarded as one, proving to be all too important to him for her to drop and smack against things with.
When Vegeta came over and decided on a plan, he groaned and slowly looked around, hardly happy himself to be in here and yet not exactly confident about getting out as well, his appearance telling himself that he was indeed not normal and being like this he was probably not going to be well received by the others. His was a giant furry monster to all the other aliens on board; it wasn’t as if they had anything like him on their planets most likely either. Grumbling, he looked away from Vegeta for a moment before snorting, giving a brief nod. Maybe the way towards the medical bay would be quiet if everyone was going off to get prepared for food; he’d be quite alright remaining away from the others while they ate. Walking towards the door, he looked back at Yumi, growling lowly as a warning to take care of his stuff properly.
Shu gave Viral a quick look before giving Takeshi a smile, hoping his confidence was going to count where it mattered. If Viral was going to be okay and they could continue their exploration, he was pretty happy about that and would trust his brother with that. Looking back towards Yumi, he gave a little wave to her, tilting his head a little when Takeshi mentioned clothes, “I gave you my clothes…but okay!” he nodded, feeling the chill a little even though he had a lot of hair himself. Giving his chest a quick scratch, he looked down at himself before being snatched by Takeshi, almost falling over his feet as he was dragged away, “Ah! Uhhh huh, umm…bye!” He didn’t know what the hurry was for unless Takeshi really was that cold; he thought wearing boxers was just as good as wearing anything at all. He did wonder what else there was on the ship, but he still couldn’t help but feel concerned about his friend at the same time.
Viral felt pretty well and truly humiliated by his appearance, he probably looked completely stupid and not to mention everything just felt completely confusing for him to experience. He felt really rather strange and while he was fully aware of what was going on, he still felt strange urges to do strange things. He wasn’t going to even try to think of doing them upon knowing his peers had a good chance of witnessing it, most likely, when he first changed like this. Frowning, he stared at Vegeta as he spoke, somewhat hoping that was true. He didn’t feel all that fantastic; in fact, he felt heavy and pretty lazy at the moment. He could smell fresh meat still, his breath reeking of it as well. He must have eaten something, hopefully not someone and they were just covering it up to make him feel better.
Letting out a groan, his attention went to Yumi whose words didn’t exactly give him confidence all that much, especially with how she split up her question. It made it sound like she didn’t know if he was going to remain this way until Earth or for the rest of his life. He didn’t think it would be for the rest of his life, his genes weren’t programmed like that; however, Yumi thinking it just made him worry a little. Slowly scratching his chest, he brought up his claws and stared at them. His claws sure were large and definitely sharp, giving his finger tip a squeeze causing his claw to push out before bringing up both his paws, unsheathing them all. They were monsters and even just looking around the room made him feel just like one. He had caused a lot of damage and quite a mess with bits of meat here and there and near enough everything was just scratched, even far up the wall near the door.
Letting out an annoyed growl, he slowly tried to stand up himself, wobbling on his feet a little as he tried to get used to them. He didn’t realise how much he towered over them, but then again he was probably as big as the biggest feline on Earth when standing up. He felt heavy, giving his stomach an aching rub. While he did feel fairly full, he wasn’t used to it considering it had been well over a year now since he had felt anywhere close to this. It made him feel very tired, like he wanted to just curl up and sleep. Giving his head a shake before scratching his ear, he looked down at her when she moved forward only for her to pick up his cleaver and act like it was a toy. Growling, he just ended up roaring at her in anger before abruptly halting, turning away from her and walked away from her towards the pile of his old ripped clothes. He couldn’t recall anything, but he guessed this was where he first transformed and lying in the pile was his old belt. While still intact, it hadn’t disappeared when his transformation kicked in. Of course it didn’t, he didn’t have his cleaver with him. Growling lowly, he slowly bent down, picking it up and analysing it for any damage. It certainly looked alright thanks to its safety release. Frowning a little, he looked towards the door but felt hesitant to go anywhere near it, not feeling too certain that there was nobody else around that might see him like this. He didn’t want to be in this room any longer, he wanted out when it did nothing more than make him feel uncomfortable.
Viral felt pretty well and truly humiliated by his appearance, he probably looked completely stupid and not to mention everything just felt completely confusing for him to experience. He felt really rather strange and while he was fully aware of what was going on, he still felt strange urges to do strange things. He wasn’t going to even try to think of doing them upon knowing his peers had a good chance of witnessing it, most likely, when he first changed like this. Frowning, he stared at Vegeta as he spoke, somewhat hoping that was true. He didn’t feel all that fantastic; in fact, he felt heavy and pretty lazy at the moment. He could smell fresh meat still, his breath reeking of it as well. He must have eaten something, hopefully not someone and they were just covering it up to make him feel better.
Letting out a groan, his attention went to Yumi whose words didn’t exactly give him confidence all that much, especially with how she split up her question. It made it sound like she didn’t know if he was going to remain this way until Earth or for the rest of his life. He didn’t think it would be for the rest of his life, his genes weren’t programmed like that; however, Yumi thinking it just made him worry a little. Slowly scratching his chest, he brought up his claws and stared at them. His claws sure were large and definitely sharp, giving his finger tip a squeeze causing his claw to push out before bringing up both his paws, unsheathing them all. They were monsters and even just looking around the room made him feel just like one. He had caused a lot of damage and quite a mess with bits of meat here and there and near enough everything was just scratched, even far up the wall near the door.
Letting out an annoyed growl, he slowly tried to stand up himself, wobbling on his feet a little as he tried to get used to them. He didn’t realise how much he towered over them, but then again he was probably as big as the biggest feline on Earth when standing up. He felt heavy, giving his stomach an aching rub. While he did feel fairly full, he wasn’t used to it considering it had been well over a year now since he had felt anywhere close to this. It made him feel very tired, like he wanted to just curl up and sleep. Giving his head a shake before scratching his ear, he looked down at her when she moved forward only for her to pick up his cleaver and act like it was a toy. Growling, he just ended up roaring at her in anger before abruptly halting, turning away from her and walked away from her towards the pile of his old ripped clothes. He couldn’t recall anything, but he guessed this was where he first transformed and lying in the pile was his old belt. While still intact, it hadn’t disappeared when his transformation kicked in. Of course it didn’t, he didn’t have his cleaver with him. Growling lowly, he slowly bent down, picking it up and analysing it for any damage. It certainly looked alright thanks to its safety release. Frowning a little, he looked towards the door but felt hesitant to go anywhere near it, not feeling too certain that there was nobody else around that might see him like this. He didn’t want to be in this room any longer, he wanted out when it did nothing more than make him feel uncomfortable.
Shu was pretty stuck, still not quite getting the hang of taking off his top. He barely ever needed to do that, he would just sleep in his clothes without much thought put into how he should sleep otherwise. Giving his head a quick shake, he quickly looked to Takeshi and smiled at him, watching him put on his shirt as if analysing the proper way to do it. With Viral at least trying to get up and about now, he watched him curiously before frowning, seeing how much he was struggling. He wasn’t changing back, that would be a problem; then again, maybe he just needed to have some sort of influence until he knew how to change back. With Viral not having hunger or murder in his eyes, he slowly backed off from where Takeshi was sitting and stood up, “Takeshi…did we complete our adventure? What do we do now?”
Viral didn’t have a clue why he looked like this or how he ended down in this room, but whatever the reason everyone had managed to find him and he was made into quite the spectacle. He didn’t like how large the room was, he could do with being elsewhere completely like in a small room by himself where no passer-by could find him. Grunting as he tried to get up with Vegeta’s help, finding it a little difficult when he was feeling pretty terrible mentally and physically. He was able to get into a seated position, one that was pretty similar to how a cat would sit without him meaning to before he lifted his paws up and rubbed his head. He was so sore, he felt like he missed a lot and with his mind only just returning.
Groaning in response to Vegeta telling him to relax, he couldn’t quite tell him to do such a thing when he was a fairly large furry lifeform. Trying to ease his headache, he looked to Vegeta before growling and snarling at him, his lips looking as if they were trying to vocalise with him but he just couldn’t. Giving his throat a rub, he turned away slightly, letting out a huff. Letting out a growl, he made a grab for his scarf and swung it around his neck, trying to maintain some sort of dignity that he might had otherwise lost with whatever he was doing previously. He didn’t understand what he had become; his other form had sense to it considering it was the ultimate fusion of shark and feline, but with this he was just pure feline and even sitting up he was pretty tall. He had no idea how he was supposed to express himself or tell them how he was feeling; he could barely hold his scarf nevermind a large pen if he tried to write down how he was feeling.
Viral didn’t have a clue why he looked like this or how he ended down in this room, but whatever the reason everyone had managed to find him and he was made into quite the spectacle. He didn’t like how large the room was, he could do with being elsewhere completely like in a small room by himself where no passer-by could find him. Grunting as he tried to get up with Vegeta’s help, finding it a little difficult when he was feeling pretty terrible mentally and physically. He was able to get into a seated position, one that was pretty similar to how a cat would sit without him meaning to before he lifted his paws up and rubbed his head. He was so sore, he felt like he missed a lot and with his mind only just returning.
Groaning in response to Vegeta telling him to relax, he couldn’t quite tell him to do such a thing when he was a fairly large furry lifeform. Trying to ease his headache, he looked to Vegeta before growling and snarling at him, his lips looking as if they were trying to vocalise with him but he just couldn’t. Giving his throat a rub, he turned away slightly, letting out a huff. Letting out a growl, he made a grab for his scarf and swung it around his neck, trying to maintain some sort of dignity that he might had otherwise lost with whatever he was doing previously. He didn’t understand what he had become; his other form had sense to it considering it was the ultimate fusion of shark and feline, but with this he was just pure feline and even sitting up he was pretty tall. He had no idea how he was supposed to express himself or tell them how he was feeling; he could barely hold his scarf nevermind a large pen if he tried to write down how he was feeling.
Shu didn’t know whether the moving around Viral was doing was a good thing or a bad thing, especially since he seemed to be awfully sore now and pretty tired. Eating all that food must have really worn him down or it had made him really ill. He hoped he was just going to be worn down; he didn’t want his friend to be ill again when he had such an improvement before. Letting out a sigh, he looked to Takeshi when he decided to sit down instead, frowning a little as he slowly moved backwards before stopping, tilting his head a little at the question, “Umm…okay”, he nodded, pulling up his shirt quickly before stopping halfway, giving it several tugs before he sat down, tilting towards Takeshi, “I’m stuck again…”
Viral didn’t want to get up, feeling all too groggy to get up without having any sort of bearing to what was going on or why he was even there. Yawning a little, he let out a sigh noise before looking to Yumi, staring at the scarf as she picked it up and showed it to him. Snorting, he closed his eyes again as he tried to get over everything that was being blasted at him. He wasn’t aware that there was anything different with him, only that he was on the floor somehow and Yumi was in front of him pulling memories out of his head that he didn’t understand. Slowly moving his arm around, he pressed it against the floor a moment as he tried to roll over some more. His mind was certainly coming together pretty quickly, but there was always going to be that pain in his head that was just making it hard to hear everything that was going on.
Whatever they were on about it was definitely getting annoying, seeing as how he had a mega headache. Closing his eyes, he tried to block them out before his gaze slowly went towards Vegeta when he spoke up instead. Passing over the scarf, he couldn’t help but frown a little as he spoke about it. Staring down at the scarf, he listened to him reminisce about it, but he didn’t understand what point he was trying to make out of it either. Calling him ‘brother’ was a bit much, but ‘change back’ confused him. Moving his paw around, he stared at it for a moment before ending up horribly confused. Immediately pulling back, he felt up and down his chest before around at his feet, grabbing his tail and giving it a tug. Panicked, he tried to stand up but not making any real progress, his feet kicking across the ground in a poor attempt to stand. He didn’t know how to change back; he hadn’t experienced this before and was more ready to see a big scaly set of claws, not a fairly large fluffy one.
Viral didn’t want to get up, feeling all too groggy to get up without having any sort of bearing to what was going on or why he was even there. Yawning a little, he let out a sigh noise before looking to Yumi, staring at the scarf as she picked it up and showed it to him. Snorting, he closed his eyes again as he tried to get over everything that was being blasted at him. He wasn’t aware that there was anything different with him, only that he was on the floor somehow and Yumi was in front of him pulling memories out of his head that he didn’t understand. Slowly moving his arm around, he pressed it against the floor a moment as he tried to roll over some more. His mind was certainly coming together pretty quickly, but there was always going to be that pain in his head that was just making it hard to hear everything that was going on.
Whatever they were on about it was definitely getting annoying, seeing as how he had a mega headache. Closing his eyes, he tried to block them out before his gaze slowly went towards Vegeta when he spoke up instead. Passing over the scarf, he couldn’t help but frown a little as he spoke about it. Staring down at the scarf, he listened to him reminisce about it, but he didn’t understand what point he was trying to make out of it either. Calling him ‘brother’ was a bit much, but ‘change back’ confused him. Moving his paw around, he stared at it for a moment before ending up horribly confused. Immediately pulling back, he felt up and down his chest before around at his feet, grabbing his tail and giving it a tug. Panicked, he tried to stand up but not making any real progress, his feet kicking across the ground in a poor attempt to stand. He didn’t know how to change back; he hadn’t experienced this before and was more ready to see a big scaly set of claws, not a fairly large fluffy one.
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