Shu was pretty happy to get involved, but he didn’t have a clue to what was going to be the best course of action for him in regards to what he should learn again first. If he could get his energy control under, he’d be good to go with flying and shooting off Ki without having to worry about others around him or hurting someone. He would have no problem when he could get a hold of it once more, his hopes for the future resting on this training so that maybe he could finally fight alongside his brother and not end up blasting him accidentally. Looking to T’charrl, he smiled happily before back to Takeshi, bouncing on his feet lightly, “Fly, fly, fly! I like flying! Kinda”, he spoke quickly, pressing his fingers together for a moment, “I mean I like it but I still get scared that I’m going to hurt myself which happens a lot…”
T’charrl really was interested in this sort of thing, his mind not quite adapting to the idea of it all quite yet. He really hoped he could learn it and find out whether he could adapt it with his own abilities. There was a lot he didn’t know about his powers, his Great-Grandmother only taught him about speaking to the trees through the energy and how to keep it under control. There was a time when he did learn how to project it, but it proved to be destructive and he was discouraged from using it too much. Speaking to the dead was pretty normal, otherwise he wouldn’t had been able to talk to her at all, but considering their reactions to his ability to do this it was obvious it wasn’t part of Ki. Feeling a little nervous, he held his claws all together, giving a little nod each time Takeshi explained something. Looking down at himself, he tried to find the Ki inside himself, but really he didn’t know what he was looking for.
Shu was pretty enthusiastic, giving a quick nod as he raised his hands, he flexed his fingers. He could feel his Ki, sort of. He didn’t know whether it was his Ki, but it was definitely something he was familiar with, whether it was just tingling or itchiness. Scratching as his arms quickly, he tilted his head a little before looking down at himself, “I am paying attention, sort of”, he spoke, giving a little smile, “I hope I don’t go flying into the air again, though…” Quickly sitting down when Takeshi did, he smiled as he stared at him only realising he should really be doing what he was told. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh as he tried to relax himself, hoping he could focus for once and not end up blasting off into the sky.
T’charrl thought that all sounded similar to what he did to keep his own powers in check, frowning a little when it was left awfully vague. He would have to try and divide Ki and his own powers, slowly sitting down as well. He moved his arms close to him, closing his eyes all while hoping he could find this centre with this energy. He didn’t quite know what he was supposed to be looking for, but he did remember when he was healing their wounds they gave their energy to him. It was probably the same as that, but trying to remember that feeling was a little tougher. Lowering his head, he tried to focus his mind to that instance. He wasn’t sure whether he was getting anything, but he did have hopes that he could do it. Lightly sighing, his antennae twitched as he slowly lowered his head some more, “…I can feel my own power, but my energy…it’s difficult…” he muttered, shaking his head slowly, “How do you pull it to the surface like you can…?” Pushing his powers down was another thing, but doing that while his own energy was low would probably end with him fainting. Feeling a little worried, he opened his eye a little to give a glance to Shu, just to see if he was still sitting there.
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Viral didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about being given medication, feeling as if it was a quick fix problem when otherwise there was no other way to fix. It was a little depressing, knowing the only guy who was supposed to know how to fix him didn’t know how to do it. Medication was a quick fix to a much bigger problem, all while coming with worrying side effects that he probably should question him about. Staring at the prescription, he frowned as he looked to Ikura, letting out a sigh, “You say that, but if there was a problem you couldn’t fix, wouldn’t you want it done with quickly and be on with your life?” he asked him a little rhetorically, “Isn’t that what doctors do, anyway…and I’m sure normal people are the same”. It might had helped if he didn’t see frowns or hear anger when the other two tried to deal with him, them both getting pretty fed up fast.
Having a bit of a hard time keeping his head in any positive light, he grumbled at the thought of being fed what was essentially baby’s food instead; although, he still didn’t know how he’d feel about that. He had sharp teeth and should had been able to use them, but his frustrating emotions and mental breakdowns left him being unable to eat anything other than mush. Frowning a little, he gave a glance at the thought of a drink possibly helping as that became a little too tempting. Going back to drinking would probably only disappoint everyone, plus the medicine probably wouldn’t work anyway with it. Grumbling, he looked back to Ikura as he made his way towards the door, “Great…guess I’ll maybe see you whenever…or something. Maybe I’ll not end up killing everyone by the end of the day with this stuff…”
Shu was happily fed now, feeling satisfied with his first meal upon arriving on Earth that was meaningful, knowing he was going to have fun with Takeshi and T’charrl now with training on their way. He had waited a long time for this, even when he was first freed they didn’t get time to train with everything collapsing on them all the time. It was hard, but now they were going to get some peace and hopefully he’ll be able to get his Ki under his control again; not that he had too much control before leaving Earth. He was feeling pretty bouncy and willing to get on with it, rolling around and bouncing around everywhere all around close to the trees. He was pretty excited, eventually stopping when Takeshi finally gave them the plan. Nodding enthusiastically, he smiled away and bounced on his feet, “Ooh! Maybe flying? Ooh! Whatabout attacks? No wait, isn’t sensing it important too? Ooohhh…”
T’charrl didn’t know where to start with all of this or what he was supposed to do, especially when this would be his first ever lesson regarding Ki. He didn’t know whether he could do it or if it was going to be the same as his other abilities, but despite that he was willing to learn and hopefully learn how to control his other ones too. Staring at all the trees in fascination for a moment, he quickly looked back to Takeshi when his question got pretty important, all of it regarding what he would teach first. Looking to Shu, it sounded as if he didn’t have much of a clue either, “What is the most important one to learn? I mean, just because I have wings doesn’t mean I shouldn’t think flying is important. How do you control Ki, anyway? Movement? Mental thought? Physical force?”
Having a bit of a hard time keeping his head in any positive light, he grumbled at the thought of being fed what was essentially baby’s food instead; although, he still didn’t know how he’d feel about that. He had sharp teeth and should had been able to use them, but his frustrating emotions and mental breakdowns left him being unable to eat anything other than mush. Frowning a little, he gave a glance at the thought of a drink possibly helping as that became a little too tempting. Going back to drinking would probably only disappoint everyone, plus the medicine probably wouldn’t work anyway with it. Grumbling, he looked back to Ikura as he made his way towards the door, “Great…guess I’ll maybe see you whenever…or something. Maybe I’ll not end up killing everyone by the end of the day with this stuff…”
Shu was happily fed now, feeling satisfied with his first meal upon arriving on Earth that was meaningful, knowing he was going to have fun with Takeshi and T’charrl now with training on their way. He had waited a long time for this, even when he was first freed they didn’t get time to train with everything collapsing on them all the time. It was hard, but now they were going to get some peace and hopefully he’ll be able to get his Ki under his control again; not that he had too much control before leaving Earth. He was feeling pretty bouncy and willing to get on with it, rolling around and bouncing around everywhere all around close to the trees. He was pretty excited, eventually stopping when Takeshi finally gave them the plan. Nodding enthusiastically, he smiled away and bounced on his feet, “Ooh! Maybe flying? Ooh! Whatabout attacks? No wait, isn’t sensing it important too? Ooohhh…”
T’charrl didn’t know where to start with all of this or what he was supposed to do, especially when this would be his first ever lesson regarding Ki. He didn’t know whether he could do it or if it was going to be the same as his other abilities, but despite that he was willing to learn and hopefully learn how to control his other ones too. Staring at all the trees in fascination for a moment, he quickly looked back to Takeshi when his question got pretty important, all of it regarding what he would teach first. Looking to Shu, it sounded as if he didn’t have much of a clue either, “What is the most important one to learn? I mean, just because I have wings doesn’t mean I shouldn’t think flying is important. How do you control Ki, anyway? Movement? Mental thought? Physical force?”
Viral could only keep trying to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was just glitching or something similar, but no matter what the lack of self-belief left him feeling drained and unforgiving of himself. If his problem was that he was severely damaged and it was nothing to do with his hunger problems then he would probably be better off getting a complete fix up; of course, that would have to count on whether he was able to be fixed. He was pretty scared inside, even though he would never admit it, if not for himself but for his future. He could never get his strength beyond the others, that crushed him pretty well into the ground, but he’d be damned if he was going to end up being the cause of everyone’s death because he was broken.
Letting out a groan as he rubbed his head, he kept his eyes off Ikura as he stared downwards who continued to talk. He was trying to reinforce the idea that it was an accident, but until it didn’t happen again then he wasn’t going to be able to believe it, “Maybe while you do that, you can tell me whether you are able to treat me in a way that doesn’t involve me reliving everything all over again”, he sighed, shaking his head, “I am not wanting to do such a thing when it was the only thing I experienced for a whole year…hmph, I’d rather die then and there…”
Feeling as if there was nothing else to go for, he let out a sigh and tried to pull his mind away from such thoughts seeing how much it upset Yumi when he mentioned it back on the other planet. He thought about it many times before, but he’d definitely not be the one to kill himself and would rather he’d die in battle; of course that was going to be no problem in the future, seeing as how weak he was compared to every other super-powered being. Ikura certainly seemed to know a lot about his past before everything else happened, despite it being many years earlier. Finding it a little hard to believe, he groaned and looked towards the door, “Just how much do you think of me if you remember that…” he muttered, looking back to him, “Either way…I don’t know how much longer they can put up with me”.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if this was it for their discussions as medication was brought up, a frown immediately appearing on Viral’s face. Looking down at the prescription paper quickly, he looked back up quickly with an angry look on his face, almost blurting out his anti-anger problems argument until he realised he would just be proving Ikura’s point. Looking back down to the paper, he took the paper and stared at it, groaning as he stood up, “After a meal? What did we just talk about…” he grumbled, his eyes going to his shoulder as it was touched. He wasn’t amused by that, especially considering he had no way to eat without something terrible happening to him and medicine couldn’t fix that. Frowning, he turned to look at the door, “I don’t understand how that will be possible; you don’t even know half of my problems…”
Letting out a groan as he rubbed his head, he kept his eyes off Ikura as he stared downwards who continued to talk. He was trying to reinforce the idea that it was an accident, but until it didn’t happen again then he wasn’t going to be able to believe it, “Maybe while you do that, you can tell me whether you are able to treat me in a way that doesn’t involve me reliving everything all over again”, he sighed, shaking his head, “I am not wanting to do such a thing when it was the only thing I experienced for a whole year…hmph, I’d rather die then and there…”
Feeling as if there was nothing else to go for, he let out a sigh and tried to pull his mind away from such thoughts seeing how much it upset Yumi when he mentioned it back on the other planet. He thought about it many times before, but he’d definitely not be the one to kill himself and would rather he’d die in battle; of course that was going to be no problem in the future, seeing as how weak he was compared to every other super-powered being. Ikura certainly seemed to know a lot about his past before everything else happened, despite it being many years earlier. Finding it a little hard to believe, he groaned and looked towards the door, “Just how much do you think of me if you remember that…” he muttered, looking back to him, “Either way…I don’t know how much longer they can put up with me”.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if this was it for their discussions as medication was brought up, a frown immediately appearing on Viral’s face. Looking down at the prescription paper quickly, he looked back up quickly with an angry look on his face, almost blurting out his anti-anger problems argument until he realised he would just be proving Ikura’s point. Looking back down to the paper, he took the paper and stared at it, groaning as he stood up, “After a meal? What did we just talk about…” he grumbled, his eyes going to his shoulder as it was touched. He wasn’t amused by that, especially considering he had no way to eat without something terrible happening to him and medicine couldn’t fix that. Frowning, he turned to look at the door, “I don’t understand how that will be possible; you don’t even know half of my problems…”
Viral grumbled a little at his conclusion of being mostly human, not finding all that much care for such a statement. They all constantly tried to get him to believe he was pretty human, but everything he did was not the same as those humans he had watched over for all these years. He didn’t want to be like a human, he was struggling to find a place to belong and while that was happening he was definitely not finding the humans to be a very welcoming community. Feeling lonely because he didn’t have his own kind wasn’t a big concern of his; it was just something on the side that bothered him. He didn’t really know what he was made of completely or why he happened to be made of those things, but having a human base didn’t concern him too much. Feeling little interest with what he was told, he sighed and looked away for a moment, only giving a little glance when June was mentioned.
He wasn’t void of guilt over what he did in the past so being constantly reminded lately that Aito and June were alive at one point, feeling constantly torn by it. It was as if reminding him that he did have someone genetically close to him, but he killed them and now he just has a metaphorical family. Vegeta could keep calling him ‘brother’, but he’s done nothing to earn that title towards Vegeta. It felt as if Vegeta was only calling him that out of guilt for what he did, but he shouldn’t feel guilty when it was completely deserved after being delayed all of these years. Lowering his head a little, he sighed lightly and shook his head, “What if that was what happened when I killed Vegeta’s family? Maybe the RRA man simply directed me? What if he’s done more to me than you think?”
His mind was running with possibilities, every one of them being pretty terrible. Whether he had secrets within him or not, it still worried him, even the possibility that he had a shortened lifespan and could die at any time. Looking down at Ikura’s hand, he frowned at the decision to pet him with words that only made him feel depressed, “Hmph, I’ll believe it when I see it…” he spoke, looking up at him, “I am definitely not like that, otherwise I wouldn’t need to be the adult all the time! Hmph, wonder and cheer…like a child? Maybe because I was one, briefly, and I can’t even remember that!”
Feeling a little vulnerable mentally, he sighed with a feeling of dread with how the man might attack his mind next. He didn’t know how he felt about all of this anymore, his emotions were just fluctuating all the time. The thought of eating again didn’t please him either, he didn’t know what this man was talking about with all of this ‘feeling nice’ after eating; all he could feel after eating was pain with a fever and he never got ill usually. Groaning, he rubbed his stomach at the thought of it, not feeling too good, “And what happens if I eat again and I just change again? It wasn’t that long after eating either and I just felt awful before that; how is that remedied, exactly? I don’t want to feel constantly in pain and then constantly endangering everyone I know! It’s not going to happen overnight, you know…”
He wasn’t void of guilt over what he did in the past so being constantly reminded lately that Aito and June were alive at one point, feeling constantly torn by it. It was as if reminding him that he did have someone genetically close to him, but he killed them and now he just has a metaphorical family. Vegeta could keep calling him ‘brother’, but he’s done nothing to earn that title towards Vegeta. It felt as if Vegeta was only calling him that out of guilt for what he did, but he shouldn’t feel guilty when it was completely deserved after being delayed all of these years. Lowering his head a little, he sighed lightly and shook his head, “What if that was what happened when I killed Vegeta’s family? Maybe the RRA man simply directed me? What if he’s done more to me than you think?”
His mind was running with possibilities, every one of them being pretty terrible. Whether he had secrets within him or not, it still worried him, even the possibility that he had a shortened lifespan and could die at any time. Looking down at Ikura’s hand, he frowned at the decision to pet him with words that only made him feel depressed, “Hmph, I’ll believe it when I see it…” he spoke, looking up at him, “I am definitely not like that, otherwise I wouldn’t need to be the adult all the time! Hmph, wonder and cheer…like a child? Maybe because I was one, briefly, and I can’t even remember that!”
Feeling a little vulnerable mentally, he sighed with a feeling of dread with how the man might attack his mind next. He didn’t know how he felt about all of this anymore, his emotions were just fluctuating all the time. The thought of eating again didn’t please him either, he didn’t know what this man was talking about with all of this ‘feeling nice’ after eating; all he could feel after eating was pain with a fever and he never got ill usually. Groaning, he rubbed his stomach at the thought of it, not feeling too good, “And what happens if I eat again and I just change again? It wasn’t that long after eating either and I just felt awful before that; how is that remedied, exactly? I don’t want to feel constantly in pain and then constantly endangering everyone I know! It’s not going to happen overnight, you know…”
This man was insane if he thought going through the torturous experience again would help, especially when any other normal being would have died long ago from it. Viral knew he was going to be worse off if he went through that; it may work with a human, but no human could live through what he had to experience. Feeling pretty close to leaving, he gave a glance to the door before back to Ikura, growling lowly as he backed up on his chair, “Of course I’m not fond of that suggestion! That method may work for humans, but incase you never noticed when you were making me I am not a human! Hell, I’m not even in the same class as organic creatures! Just stop thinking I’m like a human…that’s not going to get you anywhere! And it’s not going to get me anywhere…”
This all seemed pointless; this ‘help’ he was supposed to be receiving wasn’t helpful in the slightest and just sounded like suggestions overall. This was not helping him in the slightest and it felt pretty awful, but maybe one problem that was causing the worst of them all around, at least in regards to hurting people. Slowly rubbing his head, he frowned a little as he stared at Ikura, “Great…however you’ll get me to do that”, he muttered, feeling a little down. The process of eating seemed easy enough, he had done it before with the fish, but he still felt ill after it and had managed to spark something in him that certainly didn’t help with the situation much. Scratching his stomach slowly, he looked a little confused, “My emotional state? I hate myself”, he grumbled, folding his arms, “How disgusting and disgraceful…literally sick to my stomach! It’s one thing hunting and killing animals, but tearing apart someone screaming at you in your language? I’d like to see you handle something like that…”
This all seemed pointless; this ‘help’ he was supposed to be receiving wasn’t helpful in the slightest and just sounded like suggestions overall. This was not helping him in the slightest and it felt pretty awful, but maybe one problem that was causing the worst of them all around, at least in regards to hurting people. Slowly rubbing his head, he frowned a little as he stared at Ikura, “Great…however you’ll get me to do that”, he muttered, feeling a little down. The process of eating seemed easy enough, he had done it before with the fish, but he still felt ill after it and had managed to spark something in him that certainly didn’t help with the situation much. Scratching his stomach slowly, he looked a little confused, “My emotional state? I hate myself”, he grumbled, folding his arms, “How disgusting and disgraceful…literally sick to my stomach! It’s one thing hunting and killing animals, but tearing apart someone screaming at you in your language? I’d like to see you handle something like that…”
Viral didn’t think any of this was helping him, all he was feeling was insecure with having to tell this man all of these things with no solution other than to put it fresh in his mind again. He didn’t like it and didn’t enjoy sitting around here for so long with all these possibilities of his future passing by. It would had been a whole less painful to go through forced memory loss than have to talk about all of this, especially when it was always on his mind and plaguing his dreams too. He didn’t have an answer to his transformations either, despite the man trying to give him one. Sure, he had another somewhere, but them coming out because of certain influences with the triggers making him lose his mind was always a concern that they were growing beyond him. It was such a pain; he felt so weak and yet there was nothing else he could do to get strong again and it was impossible to get stronger than the others now, not unless he transformed. He was such a pathetic excuse for a warrior, especially when he was the weakest of the bunch now. He had been made and existed in the completely wrong time.
Giving Ikura barely much of a glance, he let out a grumble at the talk of food, not really enjoying it beyond what he already had to talk about, “Hmph! Humans train on an empty stomach…so why am I different…” he grumbled, looking elsewhere, “I don’t care for hunger so long as I can keep it at bay. I was fine with the stomach aches and suppression…” He didn’t know how they were supposed to sort that problem when it was completely related to health; any other creature who stayed off food for this long probably would be dead, so Ikura should at least be interested in the fact that he was not dead yet. He may as well have been dead thinking about it, his problems way too out there to be fixed. Feeling fed up, he quickly looked back again at the mention of reliving the events, giving him a look of disbelief before turning around to face him again, “A similar scenario?? Are you crazy? Or are you just sadistic??” he asked up, feeling completely against the idea, “Look, this isn’t only things to do with near devouring someone; that problem only stems to my appetite a tiny bit! Do you want to make me kill myself??”
Giving Ikura barely much of a glance, he let out a grumble at the talk of food, not really enjoying it beyond what he already had to talk about, “Hmph! Humans train on an empty stomach…so why am I different…” he grumbled, looking elsewhere, “I don’t care for hunger so long as I can keep it at bay. I was fine with the stomach aches and suppression…” He didn’t know how they were supposed to sort that problem when it was completely related to health; any other creature who stayed off food for this long probably would be dead, so Ikura should at least be interested in the fact that he was not dead yet. He may as well have been dead thinking about it, his problems way too out there to be fixed. Feeling fed up, he quickly looked back again at the mention of reliving the events, giving him a look of disbelief before turning around to face him again, “A similar scenario?? Are you crazy? Or are you just sadistic??” he asked up, feeling completely against the idea, “Look, this isn’t only things to do with near devouring someone; that problem only stems to my appetite a tiny bit! Do you want to make me kill myself??”
Viral was sure this man was going to end up driving him nuts with trying to pull all these memories out and just doing exactly what they had always been doing for so long. He didn’t feel better for telling the man all of this; it was just making him feel pretty bad. He wasn’t young, maybe young to him considering he was aging but being young and old had to imply you could age. He should had decided what he was going to do in life when he watched the others grow up, but he was too confident that he would still have a sense of purpose; however, as Vegeta’s strength grew beyond his and Yumi left to seek further training he was left behind. All he had left was his ability to transform, but that just outright made him a monster whenever he used them, “You also had to give me a trigger to stop them from going out of my control, but that has broken…again…”
Viral probably had less of an understanding over his abilities than he thought, recognising that he was probably going to be a bit naïve regarding how important they were for him to have, but he still didn’t feel comfortable knowing they existed with such unstable consequences. With the unsettling feeling that he was going to become a monster-shark in his future, he looked back to the man when he came to a conclusion as to why certain things were happening and why it was so forceful. Frowning a little, he sighed and leaned back, “I get it…I get it! And…I hadn’t had food for a very, very long time…” he muttered, shaking his head, “I was starved off food for so long, my gut unable to take it. I don’t want to say what happened, but it was near a year later until I ate again. All primal urges were suppressed, but I wasn’t allowed to think for myself either. It’s difficult getting back into something you were forced off for so long”.
Viral probably had less of an understanding over his abilities than he thought, recognising that he was probably going to be a bit naïve regarding how important they were for him to have, but he still didn’t feel comfortable knowing they existed with such unstable consequences. With the unsettling feeling that he was going to become a monster-shark in his future, he looked back to the man when he came to a conclusion as to why certain things were happening and why it was so forceful. Frowning a little, he sighed and leaned back, “I get it…I get it! And…I hadn’t had food for a very, very long time…” he muttered, shaking his head, “I was starved off food for so long, my gut unable to take it. I don’t want to say what happened, but it was near a year later until I ate again. All primal urges were suppressed, but I wasn’t allowed to think for myself either. It’s difficult getting back into something you were forced off for so long”.
There was a moment of quiet relief when he heard about the notes being with him, but that also made him suddenly feel paranoid about the man. Who knows who could take the notes from him because he does such a thing; anybody could steal them and end up creating more of him. The RRA and Saiyans already knew of a way to counter his energy and near enough disable him, them knowing how to make more of him and create a way to counter the energy just made him feel broken. If more Beastmen could be created, he would be considered obsolete. Feeling lost and confused all of a sudden despite the good news, he slowly rubbed his head just with the hope that things would improve, “I would have thought you would put them in a secret hideout or something…” he groaned, removing his fingers from his scalp, “Vegeta and Yumi are both stronger than me and the first battle for the planet I was the first to give up. I don’t even know what I want for my life…”
What a load of crap this was turning out to be with just everything going against him already and he had barely been in the room for that long. He could barely take it, the thought of going off to be somewhere by himself being awfully desirable right now. Frowning at the mention of his strength or rather lack off, he shifted in his chair uncomfortably before slowly looking away with little interest. It wasn’t as if Earth was going to have many warriors at all once all of them had moved on and he was alone, that was the only way he could ever be the most powerful warrior on Earth. There was barely any point in such an accomplishment when the Earth hadn’t been attacked in so long since Goku died, the reason the threats had come was to challenge Goku and nobody would want to challenge an artificial creature made to be better than normal Earthlings, “Oh good, considering I’m supposed to rarely use them, anyway…”
Feeling pretty fed up with himself, he looked back at Ikura with the mention of eating. He didn’t particularly want to talk about it again, but he felt as if he had mentioned it so many times now that it was probably pretty irrelevant to keep back. It still was hard to talk about it, but it was hardly something he should be scared of saying when all it did was the same thing everytime. Hesitating, he stared at the man as he slowly pushed his back against his seat more, “…I tried to eat a Saiyan after mauling him to death because his armour was in the way of the meat”, he muttered, frowning, “I was close to eating him immediately…and Vegeta was there…and Yumi, both screaming at me with hate. I did try to eat fish before arriving here, but that was to show some Saiyan up…only to end up with a fever so bad the next thing I remember I was a big cat! However you’ll fix that, how the hell should I know…”
What a load of crap this was turning out to be with just everything going against him already and he had barely been in the room for that long. He could barely take it, the thought of going off to be somewhere by himself being awfully desirable right now. Frowning at the mention of his strength or rather lack off, he shifted in his chair uncomfortably before slowly looking away with little interest. It wasn’t as if Earth was going to have many warriors at all once all of them had moved on and he was alone, that was the only way he could ever be the most powerful warrior on Earth. There was barely any point in such an accomplishment when the Earth hadn’t been attacked in so long since Goku died, the reason the threats had come was to challenge Goku and nobody would want to challenge an artificial creature made to be better than normal Earthlings, “Oh good, considering I’m supposed to rarely use them, anyway…”
Feeling pretty fed up with himself, he looked back at Ikura with the mention of eating. He didn’t particularly want to talk about it again, but he felt as if he had mentioned it so many times now that it was probably pretty irrelevant to keep back. It still was hard to talk about it, but it was hardly something he should be scared of saying when all it did was the same thing everytime. Hesitating, he stared at the man as he slowly pushed his back against his seat more, “…I tried to eat a Saiyan after mauling him to death because his armour was in the way of the meat”, he muttered, frowning, “I was close to eating him immediately…and Vegeta was there…and Yumi, both screaming at me with hate. I did try to eat fish before arriving here, but that was to show some Saiyan up…only to end up with a fever so bad the next thing I remember I was a big cat! However you’ll fix that, how the hell should I know…”
Viral was pretty distressed over the possibilities of what was happening to him, whether his genes were breaking down and he was going to end up becoming one of those things permanently. They all forced their way out rather than being quick, his largest form practically being pulled to the surface instead of finding control. If he could find the answers to that then maybe he might feel a little more confident about his abilities, but by the look of Ikura’s expression something told him it wasn’t going to be that easy. Pulling back a little, he let out a sigh and looked away again, folding his arms for a moment before suddenly feeling confused, “What? I don’t…”
He could only count three forms he took, but the larger one was definitely something conjured rather than a form. He felt a little worried, considering how his other forms turned out he was a little worried about his future again. Staring at Ikura as he explained what they were, he seemed a little confused over what the third one was, especially considering what it essentially was. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about that and the fact that it hadn’t manifested yet worried him a little, knowing he was going to have to go through it sometime in the future. Not knowing how he managed to create Enki made him concerned, especially when he was essentially creating machinery.
Not finding the answer quite yet, he leaned forward a little with the intent to listen for it carefully only to get no real answer, backing off again and letting out a sigh. Wherever the documents actually were, to hell did he know; he was doomed for another day, it seemed. Leaning on the arm of the chair, he stared at the man before growling, sitting up quickly again, “How long will that take?? Is there anything else I should know about myself? What’s in the future for me? How am I supposed to cope? I am constantly getting injured, I can’t bring myself to eat and I don’t know what the hell would even trigger this…shark-humanoid…but what does it matter?? No matter what I become, I’m still outclassed! So much for that battle plan, or were you all counting on me getting injured to become these monsters?”
He could only count three forms he took, but the larger one was definitely something conjured rather than a form. He felt a little worried, considering how his other forms turned out he was a little worried about his future again. Staring at Ikura as he explained what they were, he seemed a little confused over what the third one was, especially considering what it essentially was. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about that and the fact that it hadn’t manifested yet worried him a little, knowing he was going to have to go through it sometime in the future. Not knowing how he managed to create Enki made him concerned, especially when he was essentially creating machinery.
Not finding the answer quite yet, he leaned forward a little with the intent to listen for it carefully only to get no real answer, backing off again and letting out a sigh. Wherever the documents actually were, to hell did he know; he was doomed for another day, it seemed. Leaning on the arm of the chair, he stared at the man before growling, sitting up quickly again, “How long will that take?? Is there anything else I should know about myself? What’s in the future for me? How am I supposed to cope? I am constantly getting injured, I can’t bring myself to eat and I don’t know what the hell would even trigger this…shark-humanoid…but what does it matter?? No matter what I become, I’m still outclassed! So much for that battle plan, or were you all counting on me getting injured to become these monsters?”
Viral didn’t see how they could possibly feel that way, especially when it meant travelling right across the galaxy just for some one on one talks with this man because they couldn’t handle him anymore. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they all left him on Earth, feeling as if he should retire from the fight. There was little good he could do in fights now with everyone being as skilled as they were, his main problem and advantage being his ability to cause havoc against his will. It was the Saiyans who did it to him, his mind damaged pretty badly from all the torturous experiments they put him through to try and advance his powers as well as steal them; however, it was probably best that he stayed with them rather than being discovered by the King’s sons. His mental state would have been forcefully intact and nothing bad would have happened to it.
Rubbing his head slowly in an attempt to relieve the stress, he looked up to Ikura with a frown, “She shouldn’t be angry because of that, she shouldn’t have to care!” he spoke quickly, not quite understanding why she would ever have to be worried over his mentality, “I’ve seen how they all look at me, like I’m some project…but…I don’t need to be pitied…” This was very difficult, all he was doing was repeating the same words he had told the others many times before they simply got annoyed at him or saddened. Trying to ease the pressure in his head, he looked back to Ikura when he recalled what part of him he worked on, looking down a little in his own thoughts.
So he did have something to do with his genes, but whether it was something he put in or something the other man from the RRA coded was still a mystery. Maybe that solution could be found first before his crippled mentality, even if they ran out of time with this man to fix his mind. The nightmares, voices and images would have to wait; the physical pain and problems could come first. Leaning forward a little as if afraid people beyond the door might hear him, he gave Ikura a good staring at before deciding to speak, “Yeah, and they’re pretty important considering my future whether you see me as an accomplishment or not”, he spoke lowly, hesitating a few seconds before speaking again, “…My abilities, whatever the hell you gave me, are not fully under my control anymore. Whatever the hell you gave me in terms of powers are beyond my control and new things are forcing their way out with often disastrous results! That form you gave me…it’s no longer under my control and is just getting stronger, I’m able to create metal monstrosities myself and even more recently my powers are manifesting into something new! Those feline genes you put in me seem fairly adamant about dominating over my others, you know…”
Rubbing his head slowly in an attempt to relieve the stress, he looked up to Ikura with a frown, “She shouldn’t be angry because of that, she shouldn’t have to care!” he spoke quickly, not quite understanding why she would ever have to be worried over his mentality, “I’ve seen how they all look at me, like I’m some project…but…I don’t need to be pitied…” This was very difficult, all he was doing was repeating the same words he had told the others many times before they simply got annoyed at him or saddened. Trying to ease the pressure in his head, he looked back to Ikura when he recalled what part of him he worked on, looking down a little in his own thoughts.
So he did have something to do with his genes, but whether it was something he put in or something the other man from the RRA coded was still a mystery. Maybe that solution could be found first before his crippled mentality, even if they ran out of time with this man to fix his mind. The nightmares, voices and images would have to wait; the physical pain and problems could come first. Leaning forward a little as if afraid people beyond the door might hear him, he gave Ikura a good staring at before deciding to speak, “Yeah, and they’re pretty important considering my future whether you see me as an accomplishment or not”, he spoke lowly, hesitating a few seconds before speaking again, “…My abilities, whatever the hell you gave me, are not fully under my control anymore. Whatever the hell you gave me in terms of powers are beyond my control and new things are forcing their way out with often disastrous results! That form you gave me…it’s no longer under my control and is just getting stronger, I’m able to create metal monstrosities myself and even more recently my powers are manifesting into something new! Those feline genes you put in me seem fairly adamant about dominating over my others, you know…”
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