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Viral didn’t think much of it and was more concerned with everything else he had to do in preparation for battling the Saiyans over whether he was doing something wrong; besides, it wasn’t as if he had killed Takeshi with that little stunt. He was feeling okay already, the pain in his head had already vanished and he was left feeling himself again. He was just stressed out, is all, especially considering where the pain was and how he reacted. Looking elsewhere, Viral grumbled and shook his head at the Vegeta suggestion, “I don’t see why that is necessary! You’d think I was a machine malfunctioning!” He did get annoyed with the whole ‘something is wrong so Vegeta needs to know’ thing people had with him, as if they didn’t trust him without Vegeta’s consulting. Rubbing his forearms in annoyance, he sighed when Takeshi finally decided to leave, “If that is what you call a lesson…then sure…” He should probably get some rest before Vegeta finds out he was slacking off with some swordplay, seeing as how he was supposed to be working on his transformations and not doing something he was already good at.

Shu didn’t quite understand what she was saying, but if Takeshi wasn’t all that smart then he wasn’t exactly considered smart himself if he still considered below Takeshi’s intelligence. Scratching his head, he tried to think on what level he was at in terms of intelligence before he looked up at Yumi, smiling a little at her explanation, “So I’m smart in learning new things? That’s something, I suppose!” he nodded, feeling pretty happy about that aspect. Even if he wasn’t considered smart and didn’t know how the world worked completely, he still had that ability to pick up new things very quickly. He couldn’t see him as better than Takeshi at fighting or Ki, but he definitely was willing to try and get to his level of expertise and maybe even get better than him, “I still have trouble with stuff, but maybe I can get better somehow…I don’t want to have to be saved all the time…”

Shu slowly nodded at Yumi’s explanation, finding it a little confusing but still making an effort to understand it. It didn’t really help him all that much to be told those things since his problem was to do with anger and other things to do with emotions. He couldn’t just switch off his emotions and Yumi knew that, but of course that was not going to be an option anyway. Staring at Yumi, he lowered his head a little, “Mister Viral? I don’t know…his is different with energy and stuff”, he spoke calmly, thinking about it, “Maybe Takeshi knows…I mean, he’s a Saiyan too! But then again he said before it wasn’t normal…and he’s not very good at anger too. I’m scared about this…about how and why…”
Viral was certain he was just a little tired, especially when he had been going for maybe a whole day of training. Takeshi had been complaining that he was tired as well not too long ago and maybe he had learned something new, but that all depended on whether he was going to take it further than that next time. Looking to Takeshi quickly, he grumbled and waved a hand, “It was fine if you didn’t have to drop your weapon to do it! If you’re going to do that, you’re going to have to be faster than that…” It was a little annoying when he couldn’t really recall it happening, but he did recognise it was in fact an occurrence. He lost his focus when Takeshi decided to copy him, but how he managed to do that wasn’t a concern to him anymore and neither should it be to Takeshi. Folding his arms, he watched Takeshi go to leave before turning away, his eyes only glancing back when Takeshi raised some suspicions over his recent activity, “What? Nothing’s wrong! You want to tell Vegeta you nearly crapped then by all means, but if not then no. There’s nothing to talk to him about”.

Shu felt a little put on the spot with all of this, but in reality he was and needed to understand when something was a little wrong with him and to figure out how to fix it. He didn’t want to hurt anyone he knew and everyone was obviously afraid of that, even if Yumi did manage to calm him down and he didn’t hurt Takeshi this time round. He wondered if there was any way to rid him of the anger, to just be a happy kid forever. He still didn’t know what caused him to develop a change like that, but the closest thing he could think of was it was a result of him being in the wild for so long and that he was more monkey-like than the average Saiyan because of it. That had to be it, but they would’ve liked to change and be all destructive like that while he definitely didn’t. Nodding at Yumi, he soon instead tilted his head before shaking it, “Nooo I’m not smart! I’m just a little”, he said quickly, making a gesture with his fingers, “Takeshi is a lot smarter than me! He knows so many things…”

Shu couldn’t imagine himself being very smart, especially when he easily forgot a lot of the new stuff he learned. Thinking about some of the things he should really try and improve on, he looked back to Yumi and frowned at her response, looking to her arm before back again. He didn’t really know what she meant by that, but he would try and understand since it could mean the difference between having control or changing again. This whole being a Saiyan thing was pretty stressful; it was a lot easier when he thought he was a monkey, “The same boat? Is it safe…? Boat sounds like a safe word…” Getting side-tracked, he tried to find his way back to concentrating on this issue when it was the most important aspect of him to master, but Yumi’s questions managed to throw him off a bit, “Umm…sort of…but one time I got so scared suddenly that I changed quickly”, he spoke, scratching his cheek, “I don’t know how to try that and if I get really scared suddenly again and I change quick then I can’t try…I don’t really want to try either…”
Viral didn’t know what happened there and was well aware that he was supposed to not do such a thing, but he felt like he couldn’t help himself. Eyeing his blade, he sighed lightly as he slowly raised his paw to his head, giving it a slow rub. His head was suddenly burning, the intense pain throwing off his concentration big-time. Refusing to show any sort of pain, his eyes soon turned to Takeshi as he noticed his own struggle to comprehend coming that close to death. As the pain slowly started to vanish, he let out a sigh and gave his hand a check before looking away, “…Hmph, you weren’t supposed to. Your technique was fine, but high risk”, he spoke, shaking his head lightly before moving away from Takeshi, sheathing his blade, “Do you want to take a break or do you want to keep going, because I can go either way right now”. Truth was he didn’t know what to do, but he should probably have a break himself. While the pain in his head had gone he was still feeling off, but he was still willing to fight if Takeshi was so set on doing so.

Shu didn’t mean to be nervous, but it was a touchy subject and he was worried something bad might happen. If he got too nervous maybe that might set him off as well; he could never feel too sure, especially when he was put on the spot like this and essentially putting Yumi in danger. Letting out a sigh, he gave a little nod and a smile, “I’m trying not to be nervous, I just don’t like to talk about it”, he spoke, lowering his head, “I just don’t like it so it’s hard to talk about it…” If he could be brave for just this one chat then he could manage anything, but the biggest issue he had was he didn’t know what he was supposed to do with this session or how to make him better; he didn’t even know why it happened to him either.

With a little frown, Shu stared at Yumi as she spoke before speaking up himself, “But don’t normal people get angry and nothing happens to them? I’m confused”, he sighed, shaking his head. If his problem was anger then it wasn’t supposed to be a big problem in the first place. He didn’t understand it when he rarely felt anger, but when he did he went bananas. He was almost scared to feel anger at this point, even if it was only natural to feel it. Watching Yumi carefully, he shifted in his seat before looking back down at his hands, pulling his fingers, “I try…but it’s too much. I can’t think of anything even though I can hear Takeshi speaking to me…for a little bit”, he muttered, trying to think to the last time he changed, “I forget who I am and who everyone is, then it gets hard to remember again…”
Viral wasn’t going to be gentle to Takeshi or make him feel comfortable with his abilities, especially when he wasn’t exactly improving as fast as he should. He was making so many mistakes when he should be trying to learn from them, but of course this was Takeshi he was training and not a rookie willing to learn. The guy seemed to be copying methods that were most commonly performed by regular people, ones he could easily copy off the television and think they were proper techniques. A little annoyed at Takeshi’s inability to process that, he sighed in annoyance, “A style you create! Not one somebody else uses”, he spoke calmly, keeping his eyes on him, “Using a style you’ve copied from another warrior makes you predictable…especially when they’re used for show”.

Viral didn’t see the problem with trying to invent a style during the lessons, especially when he was supposed to be improving and that was the way to go about getting better. Watching him carefully, he frowned a little before grumbling, “You want me to be at this for eternity if you think that” Watching him, he couldn’t help but feel a little odd when Takeshi decided to stare right into his eyes as well, not sure if it was annoyance that he was trying to copy him or something else entirely. Dismissing it he instead focused back on Takeshi, he kept his gaze concentrated on him as he soon decided to attack. Swinging his own blade to counter Takeshi’s attack, dropping his blade was not entirely expected and instead he immediately swung his sword around and expected to inflict an attack. Something about Takeshi’s move sparked something in Viral’s mind, his mind going blank for a moment until Takeshi’s hit struck him. His eyes suddenly becoming focused again and intense as he sprung back into life, but instead of reacting as he should have to a successful hit during training he suddenly bolted forward, his blade going straight to Takeshi’s neck with barely a few centimetres difference between them. Remaining fairly close to Takeshi for a few seconds, Viral seemed to double-take his action and backed off, his eyes going to his blade instead.

Yumi certainly seemed pretty intense with her way of speaking, at least that’s what Shu saw as he stared at her. He was considerably worried that it might lead to her telling him that there was something wrong with him, like he had some fault. Frowning at her reactions, Shu raised his shoulders slightly as hands moved up to his knees, “U-Umm, maybe…? Maybe both at the same time…?” he squeaked a little, feeling unsure about it himself. There were plenty of reasons he wasn’t able to give a direct response, especially considering he was not able to think clearly when he was changing. He was stuck for a correct answer and only Yumi could help him try and find that just now, especially when everybody was busy with their own problems. He wondered if Yumi was getting annoyed at the fact she needed to deal with him and not be with her friend Choi, “I-It’s sometimes hard to think clearly…”

Frowning a little when Yumi mumbled in annoyance, he lowered his gaze and let out a sigh before looking back to her when she tried to apologise. This was definitely not working out very well and Yumi saying that made him realise it too. Still feeling a little uneasy, as Yumi moved over to sit beside him he stared up at her, his head tilting slightly before Yumi started to pet his head. It was helping a little to do that, giving her a smile in return before lowering his head again when she tapped his nose, “I know I shouldn’t, I don’t mean to…” he sighed, pressing his fingers together, “It feels like…pressure…like pain…like a lot of anger. My heart hurts a lot, it’s hard to think too a-and it just feels…really scary…”
Takeshi needed practice, a lot of it. He was certainly trying, but even if he did try really hard he wasn’t going to get anywhere just by swinging it around like he was just now. He lacked technique, his own individual style and that was what was truly important in swordplay. Not looking at Takeshi as he spoke up in his own annoying whiny voice, he sighed as he moved his blade around slowly before moving his arm back around again and looked to Takeshi, “Of course you are! Did you not look stupid when you first tried to fight?” he sighed, feeling pretty fed-up with his whining. Lifting his blade again he instead faced Takeshi, “You know what you’re doing? You’re just throwing your blade at me. Just swinging it around awkwardly with great predictability! Have you ever thought of creating your own style instead of copying what you see from others? Gently move your blade…become one with it!”

It was pretty annoying having to tell Takeshi all this when he had done so before, especially when he was complaining as if he was never told. He still swung it around like it was a piece of metal and if he wasn’t careful he was going to end up killed. Simple soldiers should never be able to get through an expert swordman’s technique and Takeshi just had to learn that the hard way. Readying himself, he shifted his feet as he steadied his blade, staring at Takeshi straight in the eyes, “I’ll show you: I won’t look at your blade and show just how predictable your movement is by following them. Just try to prove me wrong”. That should be incentive enough for Takeshi to try and switch up his technique, especially when he was so full of pride as well. Keeping his other arm behind his back he steadied himself, watching him calmly.

Shu had never been put on the spot like this before, even if it was just Yumi; of course, the big difference was it felt like a confrontation instead, his mind finding it a little difficult to become fully relaxed. He knew why he was there and that didn’t change anything naturally, but he was willing to try and focus when it was important for him to learn just how to control what he was without threatening to kill someone because he couldn’t control himself. Staring at Yumi, he smiled nervously as he sat with his feet on the chair, his toes holding onto the edge of it as Yumi spoke to him, “U-Umm…how I feel…?” he repeated, fiddling with his fingers, “I guess I feel angry…or sad, or both. I don’t know which one, but I feel sad sometimes and nothing happens but sometimes things happen…but aren’t I supposed to feel these and not change? I don’t feel angry much…but when I do, it’s bad…”
With everyone else busy with their little preparations for their next mission or simply slacking off if they didn’t need to go, there was some free time leftover and with Vegeta going off to get the ship prepared Viral had quite a bit of spare time. He didn’t want to stop training, he didn’t feel like he could afford to do such a thing while everybody else advanced because they had training partners or because they were Saiyans. He didn’t have the ability to get stronger after every battle, he had to work for his strength and that fact made him pretty angry at himself; however, there wasn’t much he could do about that and just had to take it as it came while hoping he was going to be able to keep up. It was such a pain, though. With Takeshi willing to train in swordplay it gave him something to do, but Takeshi was still new to this whole thing and his defiance had cost him some dignity during battle from what he was told. Being afraid of slicing into opponents was a stupid thing to have when your weapon was a sword; it might as well be a stick if that was the case.

With there still being time before they got to Pagonia, now was a good chance to get in some lessons like he had reluctantly agreed. There was some desire to get Takeshi more acquainted with the blade, seeing it go to waste like that was pretty disgusting; however, he certainly seemed a lot more willing this time and was actually willing and ready to go in and try to get better at using it. There was still time to get the basic moves down, but Takeshi’s ability to do so was pretty limited as he seemed to struggle with completing simple moves. Viral was patient to a degree, but all this pretending to be terrible at it was getting on his nerves a little when he wanted to improve himself, not remain limited because his pupil wasn’t getting it.

Keeping a strong hold of his block, Viral stared at Takeshi as he struggled once again to figure out how to get passed it. He shouldn’t have too much trouble getting passed a much shorter blade, but he seemingly managed to find some as he continued to make simple mistakes. Watching him carefully, he shifted his blade slightly with each strike up until Takeshi moved back again in preparation of yet another tactic. Watching him carefully he kept his blade steady, his other arm tight behind his back until Takeshi decided to speak again, his gaze narrowing slightly before he shook his head, “Hmm sure, let me just allow you to slice into my arm”, he spoke, moving his free hand around as his eyes moved to his blade, running his claw down it carefully as if checking for dents, “Do you get tired from walking? It is very similar. It’s natural for me to use my blade…besides, you can’t hit someone hoping they’ll get tired of you doing it only to let you strike them! That would be moronic…why? Are you wanting to quit already?”
Shu didn’t see it as necessary to blame someone for somebody else getting hurt when there was no true way to stop that, leaving him feeling confused as to where the logic in that lay. He was certain he could stop himself from getting hurt if it meant Takeshi was going to take the blame all the time; he wasn’t weak or that vulnerable. He didn’t want to get mad at Yumi for it, she was only worried about him, but it still didn’t make much sense to get angry over something like that. He felt weak for not being regarded as being able to take care of himself, even if he has lived with someone for most of his life. Scratching his head in quick rustles, he looked to Takeshi before letting out a sigh, “I wish she would hang out with us again, but then your friend wouldn’t be happy…but then he would be because he would be with his brother…but then Yumi might not be because she must like him a lot to want to stay with him”, he spoke, trying to think through the situation as he talked on, “I still don’t get why they did that…I mean, we were fine before, right?”

Even if people weren’t going to be angry and shouting at him, T’charrl still felt that they would be visually disappointed. Being disappointed was even worse than being angry because anger was often a result of worry and being glad that they were okay; however, being disappointed meant you screwed up and it was your fault. Either way was tough to take and the quiet anger or disappointment was the worst. Looking to Takeshi, his antennae twitch a little before he shook his head, “Could do…possible to…” he mumbled, not feeling sure about lying himself, “It hurts…but better than…umm…” Looking outside the ship he gave a little point to the window, slowly lowering his head and looking away. It was pretty shameful to say he was defeated by the weather and fell off that building as a result of being shredded by sand and if Takeshi knew anything about weight it really did hurt a lot more to fall.

Finally arriving back at the ship felt like a great moment of relief for Shu and T’charrl, typically because one wanted to sleep and the other was so sore that he may as well hibernate for a few days. Feeling that moment of relief was pretty great, but now they had to get off the ship and avoid too much hassle from the others. Looking to Takeshi as he made out the plans, T’charrl looked down at himself before deciding to slowly try and stand, getting on his large secondary set of claws which was good enough for him. Giving his head a shake, he eventually moved along after him, looking down at Shu who also began to move. They both seemed fine to walk, but they were weak as well and both wanted to avoid any worried gazes or angry ones depending on their circumstances.
Shu was a little sad that he couldn’t get some fruit here, feeling they could have at least asked. He enjoyed the fruit from here before and it would be good for T’charrl considering how filled with water the fruit was, Shu really thought they were going to be good for him until he recovered. He didn’t know how fast T’charrl took to get better and water with sugar seemed to be the best thing, especially when T’charrl was pretty happily taking just water right now. He must have been thirsty; the whole bottle was gone in less than a minute. Looking at it curiously when it was all gone, he smiled at T’charrl again, giggling, “You silly! Shouldn’t drink so fast or you burp…but do you? I don’t think I’ve heard you do that before…”

Contemplating to himself for a moment, waving goodbye to the people was probably the highlight of the moment for now and he would certainly be happy enough to visit again whenever possible. It might be a long time before he did so treasuring the time he had to say bye was definitely on his urgent list. Feeling satisfied with that his eyes soon went back to Takeshi, giving him a little smile as he contemplated Yumi’s reaction, “We weren’t left for long! It shouldn’t matter that much”, he nodded, reaching over for a fruit and placing it in Takeshi’s open hand, “I don’t think she’ll be mad…she’s nice to me and Friend T’charrl and sometimes to you! Plus she’s with your friend a lot now, but I still don’t know which friend…”

“T-The doctor…is going to kill me…” T’charrl soon muttered, his head low as he slowly swayed it as his mind tried to think for the words in their language, “Told me no…shouted…told Vegeta…” T’charrl was not all that prepared for the possible screaming he’ll get if Vegeta was there waiting for them, especially when he was warned about going out there and still did it. He probably would get shouted at for getting himself hurt and disobeying orders, but probably not as badly as he might get when he did in front of his mother. His mother would throw him across the room even if he was hurt, Shu had seen that before, but he did hope Vegeta wasn’t like that too despite anticipating it happening a lot when he made a bad choice, “S-Say alien did…this…not flying…”
Shu was pretty sure there would be places like that city somewhere else on this planet, but he didn’t really want to hang around for too long when they had other stuff to do. While it would be nice to and he would enjoy it, people wouldn’t and he would still struggle to find reason as to why they should stay. T’charrl seemed to like exploring the planet, but his body didn’t and that was going to be a problem for the poor guy. He looked so ill just sitting there suckling on fruit, making Shu feel bad for something he couldn’t control. Letting out a sigh, he nodded at Takeshi as he shifted a little on the spot, “We should try and find a nice place sometime for Friend T’charrl and not go out in sandy-sand”, he spoke, picking out another fruit, “We should also get more fruit here for us; who knows when we get fruit again? I don’t know…do you know? I don’t think so”.

T’charrl could only slowly chew on the fruit he was given, letting the juices out first so he could drink that up and then eat the rest of the fruit. It was pretty difficult to do, but with his prehensile tongue he was able to get the juice first before eating the fruit itself. He did wish that he wasn’t so weak, but there wasn’t much he could do about that other than try and regain his strength and heal up eventually. Smiling a little when Shu gave him another fruit, he did try to take it himself but instead Shu fed it to him like he was a pet getting a treat. Looking out as they finally landed, he shifted a little as Takeshi decided to take the alien just now and drop him off so they could head off quicker.

Shu peered outside at Servas, watching him curiously as Takeshi decided to deal with the guy himself. Slowly sinking back again, he searched through their supplies and took out a bottle of water, staring at it for a moment before slowly moving closer to T’charrl. Taking hold of one of his claws Shu gently lifted it, moving the bottle towards it before poking a hole in the top. Smiling at T’charrl, he took a drink before holding it up to T’charrl, “You should too! It’s yummy!” he giggled happily, waving it in front of his face. Watching T’charrl curiously, he stared at his tongue as it moved into the hole, sipping up the water in a way he couldn’t understand. Tilting his head curiously, he soon bounced on the spot a bit as he stared back up at him, “See? Yummy!” Feeling a lot more bubbly when compared to before, Shu squeaked when Takeshi soon returned, watching him curiously before bouncing up and waving at the window, “Bye, friends! Back soon!”
After all of that nonsense Shu did wonder whether this guy was going to be able to be held under proper control and not allowed to go and attack like that, but then again he didn’t know how strong the Shaman was or how strong others of his kind were. If it took soldiers to get to this man then maybe it was worth keeping them here and not taking them off the planet. He still didn’t like how they had to do that, especially when it wasn’t fair in his eyes. Letting out a deep sigh he shook his head, eventually and slowly looking up to Takeshi again, “Noooo, it was Friend T’charrl that did more than me! I just bit some guy and went crazy again”, he spoke, taking another fruit for T’charrl to have, “It was nice coming back, though! But sore feet and very hot air doesn’t really go well with me. I don’t like being too hot and too dry at the same time!”

Shu could do with a nap when he got home and so could T’charrl, seeing how hurt he was and how torn up his wings were. He hoped Vegeta or the doctor didn’t get too angry with him, but if he did he would stand up for his friend and say how much he did. Feeling as if he could do with a wash too, he stared at the man curiously before looking back to Takeshi, giving a nod, “We stay here and we’ll be okay! I lost my shoes back there”, he spoke quickly, looking at his feet, “I am not very good with clothes when I do that…” Contemplating over his lack of footware, he looked back to Sana as he slowly moved forward, giving him a poke with his foot to have a check on him, “Ummm…uh huh, he is”, he nodded, looking to Takeshi, “Friend T’charrl wrapped him up pretty good! I don’t know how he’ll get out of that…”
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