Viral just couldn’t pull enough courage together to think of anything that might had been positive, his mind struggling to comprehend anything that he had done could possibly be good. He couldn’t understand his purpose in life and everything he apparently had been made for was suddenly done better by everyone else. When they made him, there wasn’t such thing as the other kids fighting for the planet while Vegeta was just a little kid; organic warriors were just superior to artificial ones. Feeling pretty fed up, he kept his eyes off Ikura as he spoke, not looking indifferent to what he just told him, “Tch, please. They were all set on going out to fight the big fight, gaining reinforcements to defeat a great evil until they were so fed up with me that they sent me back here! Yumi was already on the end of her rope with me, so believe what you want”.
Viral didn’t believe the reassurances he was given, feeling as if he was just trying to be soothed and comforted when he was really the worst fighter out of all of them. It took the Saiyans to try and make him better to try and compete with other warriors, advancing his abilities. Their plans failed; without their control, he was nothing compared to others. Feeling a little defeated, he gave Ikura a quick glance, frowning, “Hmph, nevermind the fixing thing…” The thing about this guy was he had no idea if he even knew biochemistry or did anything to his actual makeup; he could had just been in charge of health and making sure he wasn’t going to die early in his life. While that was all still important, it wasn’t what he needed help with. Looking back to him, he sighed and shifted a little on his chair, “How should I know? They’re the ones who wanted to get help for me”, he spoke, frowning, “What am I supposed to care about first? What exactly were you in charge of when it came to creating me…because if you can’t help with everything else, then just fix my mind and be done with it…”
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Viral felt a little stupid, considering he could barely breathe when the whole exercise was supposed to be focused on taking calming breaths. It made him feel a little lightheaded to try, but he couldn’t get all stressed over it. Rubbing his chest slowly, he lowered his head a little with a grumble as he looked back up at the man, frowning a little. This was just feeling completely pointless; he wasn’t going anywhere with this and just felt like he was going backwards with all the problems he had before completely tripping up over all of it. He highly doubted anything could be done for him, this whole talking thing already proving to be a waste of time, “Hmph, sure…another time…” he mumbled, leaning back on his chair, “You won’t be happy for very long…”
Viral didn’t feel very comfortable sitting up like this and could probably do with some other way that didn’t make him feel like he was put on the spot. He knew it was for his treatment but it didn’t mean he was supposed to like it. He was pretty unsettled and having a hard time calming himself was never a good thing, but he was trying to keep settled if only because of whom the man was. Hearing that he helped create him put him a little on edge, not knowing just what part he took charge of and how much it had influenced in his creation made him wonder if he could help any of his recently developed problems at all. If this was going to be the start of it all, he wished it was at least going to be painless.
Folding his arms, he gradually tried to calm himself down again, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at the man with a frown. This was a pretty difficult question and his conclusion wasn’t very pleasant either, his life instead coming to a near halt with the possibility of him dying off pretty soon. He didn’t think he was worth much except as a sign of accomplishment for this man and Vegeta’s parents, also probably a good bit of money for his genes whether alive or dead. Feeling like he couldn’t answer that, when the next few questions popped up he sat up a little, moving to speak only to sit back again, looking a little confused. He didn’t know what he was good at anymore, especially when there was millions out there who were even better than him and everything he thought he was good at he was suddenly being shown up by others. He was not good at anything, he was fairly average at best now and was even bested by a bunch of moths. Shaking his head, he folded his arms and looked away, “I have nothing to be proud of. What use am I anymore? If you can’t fix me, then that’s it. If there’s something I’m good at, it’s destroying everyone’s plans, ruining fights, failing, getting people to pity me and going crazy! Are those things I should be proud of?”
Viral didn’t feel very comfortable sitting up like this and could probably do with some other way that didn’t make him feel like he was put on the spot. He knew it was for his treatment but it didn’t mean he was supposed to like it. He was pretty unsettled and having a hard time calming himself was never a good thing, but he was trying to keep settled if only because of whom the man was. Hearing that he helped create him put him a little on edge, not knowing just what part he took charge of and how much it had influenced in his creation made him wonder if he could help any of his recently developed problems at all. If this was going to be the start of it all, he wished it was at least going to be painless.
Folding his arms, he gradually tried to calm himself down again, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at the man with a frown. This was a pretty difficult question and his conclusion wasn’t very pleasant either, his life instead coming to a near halt with the possibility of him dying off pretty soon. He didn’t think he was worth much except as a sign of accomplishment for this man and Vegeta’s parents, also probably a good bit of money for his genes whether alive or dead. Feeling like he couldn’t answer that, when the next few questions popped up he sat up a little, moving to speak only to sit back again, looking a little confused. He didn’t know what he was good at anymore, especially when there was millions out there who were even better than him and everything he thought he was good at he was suddenly being shown up by others. He was not good at anything, he was fairly average at best now and was even bested by a bunch of moths. Shaking his head, he folded his arms and looked away, “I have nothing to be proud of. What use am I anymore? If you can’t fix me, then that’s it. If there’s something I’m good at, it’s destroying everyone’s plans, ruining fights, failing, getting people to pity me and going crazy! Are those things I should be proud of?”
Viral was pretty ticked off, feeling like he was just venting out frustration without an end to it. There was a lot he could say that he had said many times before but failed to find calm and peace from letting it all out. He was only feeling frustration; he couldn’t do anything about it. Clenching his fists, he slowly shook his head, staring downwards for a moment before he looked up again, “What are you saying? That it’s not important?” he questioned him, growling, “Typical…but why bother because I don’t care either! I shouldn’t care…” He probably shouldn’t care, but he knew there was something hidden in his past that he didn’t know about concerning his powers and whether they really were growing unstable and would eventually twist him into some monster. Maybe that was the flaw with his abilities that meant he had to be frozen and reversed to a default.
He was definitely pretty angry right now, simply finding it hard to calm down when everything was just resurfacing; he thought this was all supposed to help, not drive him crazy once more. Scratching through his hair, he groaned as he looked quickly up to Ikura, glaring at him before he moved back a little in his chair, lowering his paws, “Breathing?? Just…breathing…” he growled lowly before rubbing his forehead, letting out a groan as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t find himself being able to breathe all that well, at least not through his nose or deeply. Despite trying, he got about halfway through one before trying another only to feel light-headed afterwards. Groaning, he shook his head, waving his paw out in front of him, “Can we just…skip that nonsense…?”
He was definitely pretty angry right now, simply finding it hard to calm down when everything was just resurfacing; he thought this was all supposed to help, not drive him crazy once more. Scratching through his hair, he groaned as he looked quickly up to Ikura, glaring at him before he moved back a little in his chair, lowering his paws, “Breathing?? Just…breathing…” he growled lowly before rubbing his forehead, letting out a groan as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t find himself being able to breathe all that well, at least not through his nose or deeply. Despite trying, he got about halfway through one before trying another only to feel light-headed afterwards. Groaning, he shook his head, waving his paw out in front of him, “Can we just…skip that nonsense…?”
Viral already wasn’t convinced just from sitting here, already quickly getting fed up and knowing it was going to be a long session with very little progress to start off with. He wasn’t going to have much to say when he had very little reason to trust this man if he was who he said he was. He couldn’t help it, being wary over any stranger was not new to him. Scratching his head slowly, he stared at the man carefully before lowering his paw, looking around the room as if paranoid that there might be some sort of camera in the room. The fact that Yumi talked about listening into people’s conversations didn’t help, making him wonder if she was right outside trying to listen into the room. Slowly sitting back, he quickly looked back to Ikura and frowned, “What? You’d think I would be dead by now?” he asked up, not finding that very encouraging, “I doubt you’ll be feeling much joy by the end of the day; I could make sure of that and I wouldn’t even realise I was doing it…”
It was a pretty aggressive conclusion, but he couldn’t help but point it out considering that’s how everyone else felt when he was made to talk about his problems. Growling lowly, he narrowed his gaze at the man before letting out a sigh, “It wasn’t like you were around during the part of my life I can remember”, he spoke calmly, “Just how long was I locked away for? Like it did much good…my powers are just returning and getting stronger, so what say you about that…” He wasn’t feeling it so far, just feeling his usual steadily growing mocking tone come in as he grew paranoid. Moving his chair back a little, he glanced to the door before quickly looking back, frowning at first before giving him a glare, “What’s bothering me? Everything: this room is bothering me, this chair is bothering me, you’re bothering me, and this desk is bothering me! I want to smash this desk…but if I do all it will leave is a mess! What difficulties I have…does everything count? I can’t do anything…literally anything except maybe dress myself, but even then I sometimes have difficulty keeping it intact! Is that specific enough for you??”
It was a pretty aggressive conclusion, but he couldn’t help but point it out considering that’s how everyone else felt when he was made to talk about his problems. Growling lowly, he narrowed his gaze at the man before letting out a sigh, “It wasn’t like you were around during the part of my life I can remember”, he spoke calmly, “Just how long was I locked away for? Like it did much good…my powers are just returning and getting stronger, so what say you about that…” He wasn’t feeling it so far, just feeling his usual steadily growing mocking tone come in as he grew paranoid. Moving his chair back a little, he glanced to the door before quickly looking back, frowning at first before giving him a glare, “What’s bothering me? Everything: this room is bothering me, this chair is bothering me, you’re bothering me, and this desk is bothering me! I want to smash this desk…but if I do all it will leave is a mess! What difficulties I have…does everything count? I can’t do anything…literally anything except maybe dress myself, but even then I sometimes have difficulty keeping it intact! Is that specific enough for you??”
Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to say about such things, feeling pretty down because he couldn’t even get over something as stupid as memories and fear. He wasn’t supposed to succumb to such simple problems, he was supposed to be a warrior and yet he couldn’t handle being a prisoner of war himself. He really wanted to hit something, but even if he tried he probably wouldn’t be able to damage anything because he was so weak. Letting out a light sigh, he looked to Ikura with a frown, looking down at the floor, “There is plenty to be ashamed of; I’m supposed to be durable”, he muttered, shaking his head. Everyone was just acting sad around him all the time, feeling as if he was a big negative spiral walking around the place, sucking in all the positive emotions and turning them into something horrible and disgusting.
Feeling pretty fed up with everything, he kept fairly quiet before folding his arms, letting out a grumble. If the man could fix anything, then that would be a surprise. If the employees at Capsule Corp were correct, it meant he was only here for a limited time and it wasn’t as if mental problems could be solved at any time. Something as problematic as PTSD through treatment that was not quick at all. He felt like a lost cause; they shouldn’t even be trying so hard and should just get on with it without worries. Giving Yumi and Vegeta a glance when they were asked to remove themselves, he looked away for a moment but became startled when Yumi patted him, looking quickly back and down at her.
Talking wasn’t doing to do much, especially considering he wasn’t very good at talking. He could barely recall the memories he was traumatised by; he just knew they existed and definitely haunted him at random times, but as quickly as they came the quicker they vanished and became an aftershock in his mind. However Ikura was supposed to fix that, he had no idea. Frowning as Vegeta and Yumi left the room, he gave a glance towards Ikura, narrowing his gaze. He wished they didn’t care so much, it would be a lot easier on their minds if he didn’t have to be something for them to worry about. Slowly moving towards the desk as well, he looked down at the spare chair and calmly sat down, not taking his eyes off this man.
If he was who everyone said he was, then he should know how to fix his other problems too. He would take getting those fixed over his mind, but if they couldn’t be fixed because of his mind then there was no point on continuing as he was and would have to go a different route. Staring at Ikura, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “Hmph, if I tell you anything…” he spoke, shaking his head, “I didn’t even want to do this…if you’re only in the city for a little while, what use is that to me? What good is that supposed to do?? You may have helped create me, but I doubt you can do anything that quick…not unless you’re planning on wiping my mind again…”
Feeling pretty fed up with everything, he kept fairly quiet before folding his arms, letting out a grumble. If the man could fix anything, then that would be a surprise. If the employees at Capsule Corp were correct, it meant he was only here for a limited time and it wasn’t as if mental problems could be solved at any time. Something as problematic as PTSD through treatment that was not quick at all. He felt like a lost cause; they shouldn’t even be trying so hard and should just get on with it without worries. Giving Yumi and Vegeta a glance when they were asked to remove themselves, he looked away for a moment but became startled when Yumi patted him, looking quickly back and down at her.
Talking wasn’t doing to do much, especially considering he wasn’t very good at talking. He could barely recall the memories he was traumatised by; he just knew they existed and definitely haunted him at random times, but as quickly as they came the quicker they vanished and became an aftershock in his mind. However Ikura was supposed to fix that, he had no idea. Frowning as Vegeta and Yumi left the room, he gave a glance towards Ikura, narrowing his gaze. He wished they didn’t care so much, it would be a lot easier on their minds if he didn’t have to be something for them to worry about. Slowly moving towards the desk as well, he looked down at the spare chair and calmly sat down, not taking his eyes off this man.
If he was who everyone said he was, then he should know how to fix his other problems too. He would take getting those fixed over his mind, but if they couldn’t be fixed because of his mind then there was no point on continuing as he was and would have to go a different route. Staring at Ikura, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “Hmph, if I tell you anything…” he spoke, shaking his head, “I didn’t even want to do this…if you’re only in the city for a little while, what use is that to me? What good is that supposed to do?? You may have helped create me, but I doubt you can do anything that quick…not unless you’re planning on wiping my mind again…”
Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to say to the man or why he had to be the one to say what was wrong, especially when it was the rest of them who were adamant about him getting help. He thought it was pointless, he was better off dead at this point or generally abandoned if he was getting to be too dangerous. Staring at Ikura, he slowly moved back a step, keeping his head low but his eyes focused on him before he threw his arms up as if to protect himself, “They think it’s something, but I think it’s nothing! I don’t need help…” He was feeling flustered and quite frankly didn’t know how he was supposed to handle this all, his mind not functioning correctly under the stress. He was feeling the aches and pains from being a nervous wreck, despite not having much to be nervous about concerning simply saying what the problem was with him.
He shouldn’t be feeling scared or nervous; he was just being a coward. He wanted to get out of the room and run off somewhere to be anywhere but here, all because of a conversation he didn’t want to have. Turning away, he rubbed his head, trying to ease the stress just so he didn’t feel stupid. Even as Vegeta took the lead to explain what he had, he couldn’t help but feel defeated by his inability to say what was up with him. What a waste of genes he turned out to be. Vegeta shouldn’t need to be this worried about him, he should had just been able to find his old notes and make a better version of him and start over; he just felt beyond help, even when his friends were willing to give him just that.
Viral should had been able to just walk out the door and leave at this point, but he was stuck with fear of embarrassment when he would eventually have to confront everybody again. He didn’t know how long Ikura was going to be in the city for, he didn’t even know how he was supposed to react to him and considering those problems he didn’t know how confident he was supposed to feel about confiding in this man. Grunting, he looked back at the man if only for a second before away again, “Home to you? Hmph, I don’t remember you”, he grumbled, giving his side a scratch. Hearing that the treatment can begin immediately gave him very mixed feelings and a ton of pressure to work on, still not willing to look at Ikura, “Now? And all your other patients? I’ll…do it…but because I’m not a coward! I’m not scared…especially of you”.
He shouldn’t be feeling scared or nervous; he was just being a coward. He wanted to get out of the room and run off somewhere to be anywhere but here, all because of a conversation he didn’t want to have. Turning away, he rubbed his head, trying to ease the stress just so he didn’t feel stupid. Even as Vegeta took the lead to explain what he had, he couldn’t help but feel defeated by his inability to say what was up with him. What a waste of genes he turned out to be. Vegeta shouldn’t need to be this worried about him, he should had just been able to find his old notes and make a better version of him and start over; he just felt beyond help, even when his friends were willing to give him just that.
Viral should had been able to just walk out the door and leave at this point, but he was stuck with fear of embarrassment when he would eventually have to confront everybody again. He didn’t know how long Ikura was going to be in the city for, he didn’t even know how he was supposed to react to him and considering those problems he didn’t know how confident he was supposed to feel about confiding in this man. Grunting, he looked back at the man if only for a second before away again, “Home to you? Hmph, I don’t remember you”, he grumbled, giving his side a scratch. Hearing that the treatment can begin immediately gave him very mixed feelings and a ton of pressure to work on, still not willing to look at Ikura, “Now? And all your other patients? I’ll…do it…but because I’m not a coward! I’m not scared…especially of you”.
Viral didn’t like humans all over again since returning to Earth, remembering why he didn’t like them before and even after seeing the many different races just in the tiniest fraction of the galaxy, he still wasn’t happy to see the humans again. Everything he had absorbed throughout the years had made him very bitter towards humans and he wasn’t exactly able to let that go all that easily. Looking to Yumi, he narrowed his gaze before looking elsewhere, “Hmph, oh yeah…the few sparkles in the mud…” he muttered, not looking entirely convinced by that. He hadn’t exactly met many humans who were kind and working for others for nothing in return, their fear over the unknown giving them a fairly bad light too. Maybe if they weren’t always so scared, hateful or paranoid over something new the human race would have been in space by now.
Despite Yumi’s attempt at guilt-tripping him, he stood confident with little regards to her attempts before his gaze went to Vegeta, grunting, “Tch, are you sure about that…” he muttered, turning away and leaning against the wall. Anybody could be listening to his conversations and trying to use information against him, it was impossible for there to not be anyone willing to indulge themselves in information and end up using it against him. He was definitely right to be paranoid over something like that. He didn’t even know why he had come to see this doctor or agree to doing so in the first place; he hadn’t seen the man in years and when he did he couldn’t remember when that was, so how exactly was he supposed to talk to him when he didn’t want to be listened to by strangers.
He was feeling pretty lost to what he was supposed to do and how to feel, his mind not coping very well with what he was going to have to go through and why he had to talk to this man. There was a lot of stress building up on him and he wasn’t able to express any of it as if a big mental block was crushing his mind. He didn’t want to do this; he wouldn’t even be able to talk to the man most likely. Keeping his head low, he tried to keep his nerves in check before a sudden noise alerted him, causing him to jump a little. Spinning around quickly, he backed off a little as he stared down the corridor, spying a man who had apparently fallen down. Letting out a grumble, he backed against the wall again, frowning.
It seemed this was the doctor he was supposed to see; strange, hospital floors weren’t supposed to be slippery. Staring at him as he got closed, sure enough he introduced himself without giving his name and instead talking to them all as if he was a friend. Looking between them all quickly, he backed off a little when the man approached him too, his eyes going straight to the man’s hand as he touched his shoulder. Feeling a little out of his comfort zone, he moved away into the room but away from the others, not exactly confident about this; sure, the man knew him, but it wasn’t as if he could too. Looking to Vegeta quickly, he was soon made to take his attention towards the man instead, frowning at his question. He didn’t want to answer something like that, he felt too embarrassed to not to mention it was humiliating enough to have such a problem, “…It’s nothing! It’s no big deal; they made me come here…they have the problem!”
Despite Yumi’s attempt at guilt-tripping him, he stood confident with little regards to her attempts before his gaze went to Vegeta, grunting, “Tch, are you sure about that…” he muttered, turning away and leaning against the wall. Anybody could be listening to his conversations and trying to use information against him, it was impossible for there to not be anyone willing to indulge themselves in information and end up using it against him. He was definitely right to be paranoid over something like that. He didn’t even know why he had come to see this doctor or agree to doing so in the first place; he hadn’t seen the man in years and when he did he couldn’t remember when that was, so how exactly was he supposed to talk to him when he didn’t want to be listened to by strangers.
He was feeling pretty lost to what he was supposed to do and how to feel, his mind not coping very well with what he was going to have to go through and why he had to talk to this man. There was a lot of stress building up on him and he wasn’t able to express any of it as if a big mental block was crushing his mind. He didn’t want to do this; he wouldn’t even be able to talk to the man most likely. Keeping his head low, he tried to keep his nerves in check before a sudden noise alerted him, causing him to jump a little. Spinning around quickly, he backed off a little as he stared down the corridor, spying a man who had apparently fallen down. Letting out a grumble, he backed against the wall again, frowning.
It seemed this was the doctor he was supposed to see; strange, hospital floors weren’t supposed to be slippery. Staring at him as he got closed, sure enough he introduced himself without giving his name and instead talking to them all as if he was a friend. Looking between them all quickly, he backed off a little when the man approached him too, his eyes going straight to the man’s hand as he touched his shoulder. Feeling a little out of his comfort zone, he moved away into the room but away from the others, not exactly confident about this; sure, the man knew him, but it wasn’t as if he could too. Looking to Vegeta quickly, he was soon made to take his attention towards the man instead, frowning at his question. He didn’t want to answer something like that, he felt too embarrassed to not to mention it was humiliating enough to have such a problem, “…It’s nothing! It’s no big deal; they made me come here…they have the problem!”
Viral had little interest in what Vegeta had to say about the humans, especially considering he was barely ever involved in the public anyway. He couldn’t say it to his face, but he had a pretty difficult time trying to believe what Vegeta said in regards to the humans and how they might feel about criminals; Vegeta would disregard a destroyed lab and call it nothing despite a load of people having to come in to fix it with some people ending up injured. He’d like to see how Vegeta reacted if people trashed his room and he had to clean it up instead, “Tch, afraid of you? You don’t even look like a Saiyan”, he grunted, shaking his head, “It’s not fear when it’s jealousy. They want money and power and everything like that! Education regarding Saiyans taught them to be afraid of the kid with his tail. I wouldn’t be surprised if they eventually try to chop off his tail out of fear…”
Humans were barbarians most of the time and even some of Yumi’s actions made her a little wild, his doubts over the humans being civilised not exactly letting him down. They were always scared of new things, throughout their entire history they had been scared, even by food; not that his fear over food was unusual, his had to do with fearing over a transformation. It had happened as well, eating had turned him into a feline and even the sushi in the car made him a little light-headed with urges to grab it all with greedy paws. Looking to Yumi, he let out a grunt in response, turning his head, “First you try to say you are a Beastman and then you deny it. Your confusion is annoying”, he spoke, looking to her again quickly, “You better not do that eavesdropping to me! I don’t want you listening into my conversations…”
These two were just as annoying as he remembered them being when they were on Earth. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the room before away again, feeling annoyed that he had to wait around for this man. If he was going to be waiting a while, he would probably end up leaving. Scratching at his side, he glanced to Vegeta with little regard to what he said, shrugging, “You staying because of me is confusing to me”, he spoke, giving his chest a scratch, “What is that supposed to tell me about you? That you’re not willing to let me go?”
Humans were barbarians most of the time and even some of Yumi’s actions made her a little wild, his doubts over the humans being civilised not exactly letting him down. They were always scared of new things, throughout their entire history they had been scared, even by food; not that his fear over food was unusual, his had to do with fearing over a transformation. It had happened as well, eating had turned him into a feline and even the sushi in the car made him a little light-headed with urges to grab it all with greedy paws. Looking to Yumi, he let out a grunt in response, turning his head, “First you try to say you are a Beastman and then you deny it. Your confusion is annoying”, he spoke, looking to her again quickly, “You better not do that eavesdropping to me! I don’t want you listening into my conversations…”
These two were just as annoying as he remembered them being when they were on Earth. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the room before away again, feeling annoyed that he had to wait around for this man. If he was going to be waiting a while, he would probably end up leaving. Scratching at his side, he glanced to Vegeta with little regard to what he said, shrugging, “You staying because of me is confusing to me”, he spoke, giving his chest a scratch, “What is that supposed to tell me about you? That you’re not willing to let me go?”
Viral frowned at Yumi’s opinion, staring at her before he looked away again, folding his arms, “Doesn’t that make all the difference”, he muttered, shaking his head, “It’s funny that, because I don’t remember him ever coming to see me; wasn’t he the one who froze me…” Whatever experience he had with this man it made him feel not all that too confident about seeing him, but whatever he might end up doing better not end with him becoming brain damaged. The man was hardly anything to him just now; he didn’t even know what he looked like so who knew just how many people they could confuse him for. He was pretty worried over what might be in for him in terms of treatment, but to hell would he be able to get anything out of him.
While he did somewhat appreciate the effort Vegeta and Yumi were putting into this, but he felt like it was just a wasted effort. He didn’t believe he could be helped just through talking, especially when he didn’t want to talk about his problems. The hospital wouldn’t be the best place for this, he was pretty unstable, but they had to meet the guy somehow. Looking to Vegeta, he grunted at his logic, not finding it very helpful, “Are you serious…” he sighed, shaking his head, “Causing public damage and injuring many not do anything for you? Just because people know who you are…besides, being ‘not a human’ tends to make me the tiniest of minorities and something to gawk at”. Vegeta was always very naïve over how the public worked because he barely ever got involved with them; Vegeta tried to act casual, but all it managed to do was weird people out.
Viral couldn’t much care for the human’s reactions, seeing as how it was a typical human thing when something abnormal came around. They would always gawk and stare, never sure how to handle the difference. Trying to look confident as he went to the side entrance, he looked quickly between bodies when there was a noticeable crowd out the side. Here he thought it would be deserted and yet there were many people here. Giving the humans a glare, he looked away and tried to look confident as he moved into the building, “Sell the company and I’m going with it”, he spoke, looking to Vegeta, “You know how I’m supposed to be bound to your parent’s legacy…but if you’re willing to abandon it for selfish reasons, I’m not following you”.
While he did somewhat appreciate the effort Vegeta and Yumi were putting into this, but he felt like it was just a wasted effort. He didn’t believe he could be helped just through talking, especially when he didn’t want to talk about his problems. The hospital wouldn’t be the best place for this, he was pretty unstable, but they had to meet the guy somehow. Looking to Vegeta, he grunted at his logic, not finding it very helpful, “Are you serious…” he sighed, shaking his head, “Causing public damage and injuring many not do anything for you? Just because people know who you are…besides, being ‘not a human’ tends to make me the tiniest of minorities and something to gawk at”. Vegeta was always very naïve over how the public worked because he barely ever got involved with them; Vegeta tried to act casual, but all it managed to do was weird people out.
Viral couldn’t much care for the human’s reactions, seeing as how it was a typical human thing when something abnormal came around. They would always gawk and stare, never sure how to handle the difference. Trying to look confident as he went to the side entrance, he looked quickly between bodies when there was a noticeable crowd out the side. Here he thought it would be deserted and yet there were many people here. Giving the humans a glare, he looked away and tried to look confident as he moved into the building, “Sell the company and I’m going with it”, he spoke, looking to Vegeta, “You know how I’m supposed to be bound to your parent’s legacy…but if you’re willing to abandon it for selfish reasons, I’m not following you”.
Viral probably had little to hope for with this visit, knowing it was probably going to come up dry when it came to getting any treatment. If he would end up getting something, it was probably going to be either painful or embarrassing. His problem was purely mental and it was hurting all the time, causing great pain every single time whether it was physical or mental, so what was stopping this man from doing all of that but for prolonged periods of time. Running his claws through his hair, he growled a little and turned slightly in his seat, “I know! I know that…I just think…it’s a waste of time…” he muttered, letting out a sigh. He was already difficult enough to deal with and all of this was just going to end up leaving him looking even worse in their eyes, “And if I don’t talk? Why would I talk to a stranger…even if he did help create me…”
He was going to have to face him now, but he wasn’t scared, he just wasn’t. They were right in front of the hospital but it still seemed daunting to stare at, his eyes slowly looking up to the building before he made an annoyed grumble. Going right up to the front door was just stupid; it wasn’t like he was going to run off through the parking lot to escape some guy, so why bother blocking other emergency vehicles. Staring at the driver as he went around attending to the door, he grumbled as he hesitated to come out, frowning when Vegeta seemed adamant about getting him out. Slowly pulling himself out, he straightened himself up and wrapped his cloak around himself some more.
Staring up at the hospital, he frowned a little at the sight of it before he lowered his head, letting out a sigh. This was not going to go well; it was either going to be embarrassing or completely pointless. Even though he had fought for the city once before, those people were dead at the time and wouldn’t recognise him as someone who actively fought for them, despite losing miserably. They would still see him as an oddity and quite frankly he was, but whether they would remember the danger he was to the city had yet to be seen; he would just need to avoid the police, but he did doubt there would be any in here. Looking to Vegeta, he frowned before looking away, “You know I shouldn’t be seen by the humans, so going that way would be best”, he grumbled, folding his arms, “Like I want to go, anyway…I’m not afraid of a little human in a hospital…”
He was going to have to face him now, but he wasn’t scared, he just wasn’t. They were right in front of the hospital but it still seemed daunting to stare at, his eyes slowly looking up to the building before he made an annoyed grumble. Going right up to the front door was just stupid; it wasn’t like he was going to run off through the parking lot to escape some guy, so why bother blocking other emergency vehicles. Staring at the driver as he went around attending to the door, he grumbled as he hesitated to come out, frowning when Vegeta seemed adamant about getting him out. Slowly pulling himself out, he straightened himself up and wrapped his cloak around himself some more.
Staring up at the hospital, he frowned a little at the sight of it before he lowered his head, letting out a sigh. This was not going to go well; it was either going to be embarrassing or completely pointless. Even though he had fought for the city once before, those people were dead at the time and wouldn’t recognise him as someone who actively fought for them, despite losing miserably. They would still see him as an oddity and quite frankly he was, but whether they would remember the danger he was to the city had yet to be seen; he would just need to avoid the police, but he did doubt there would be any in here. Looking to Vegeta, he frowned before looking away, “You know I shouldn’t be seen by the humans, so going that way would be best”, he grumbled, folding his arms, “Like I want to go, anyway…I’m not afraid of a little human in a hospital…”
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