Viral thought near to nothing of group fighting, finding it all to be the sure-fire way that he was going to never be able to fight. They would all end up fighting in the air and using Ki all over the place while he would be left on the ground wondering why he wasn’t able to fight when everything so far mattered on this. He couldn’t battle like the others and he knew that, meaning all he could do was hang around and hope for someone to drop so he could maul them or something. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, his mind unable to comprehend that he wouldn’t be able to hold his own against someone who could fly and use Ki. “Korian has no say in my ability to fight the King! Without his weapons that destroy my energy he has no chance against me! It’s the reason he had them made…he fears me! The coward…the same reason the RRA had those weapons…” He wasn’t acknowledging the fact he was making Yumi upset, he was too worked up over his differences and difficulties. It was hard to see passed anything else and he was growing even more frustrated each time, struggling to see through his own problems. “When I was made I was made with a purpose and if I can’t fulfil that purpose then what? I don’t understand how you can…how anyone can! Look at me! I can’t even protect myself nevermind protect you or anyone else! Abomination and freak and-…just makes me furious! It confuses me…you all confuse me with this!” he ranted, his hands going to his head, “I can’t do anything like this and it’s only going to get worse!”
T’charrl enjoyed swordplay when he could do it but now he had his own blades in his arms, something that confused him when it came to thinking about his future. He didn’t see much reason to use a sword if that was the case, but then again if they weren’t as strong as actual swords then it was definitely going to hurt if one of them broke. He knew they would recover eventually, but the thought made him uneasy. Maybe he got them because he had a great love for weapons, but who knew how this metamorphosis thing truly worked without consulting the Spirit. That part was a little more difficult, especially when the Spirit and his current consciousness couldn’t both be active. Looking to the other fruits he took one of the pomegranate as Shu chewed on the bananas, staring at it curiously before picking at its top. “I see. Strange family. How long? You all seem to know each other well, though. Uhh…what is this?” he asked, holding the pomegranate up, “Family but not family sounds pretty nice. But you are a strange family, yes? Uhhh, so like a big brother but not a brother. I don’t have any brothers or anything like that so it’s hard to know what it’s like, that’s all”. Takeshi making fun of Viral in such a manner was pretty silly and Takeshi knew it, smiling at his own reaction. He was certainly finding it funny, even if Takeshi’s own feelings towards his friend was confusing themselves. “Rivalry? I don’t know that word. What do you mean? If he doesn’t have Ki then how does he fight with you if you use Ki a lot? With those horns and tail he has now?”
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Viral was not seeing himself in a fairly grand light, trying hard to see the darkest spots of his future first. He was looking to the shadows for anything that might make him feel better, all of which typically involved fighting for his life even if he didn’t have a chance in hell. He didn’t have a lot going for him right now, there was nothing other than this problem he had to focus on so any relief from it was definitely only coming from the thought of battling out of the pain. He didn’t see how anybody could be calm about this with the sheer thought that maybe telling him things will get better meant they actually will be. He was going to be horribly weakened after this and possibly never catch up to the others and that thought just made him sick and wishing for battle even if it would never come. “Who cares if they’re busy? The King’s front lines are defenceless as his men go to fight off whatever the rebels are also fighting! I could just take down the palace myself like this…” He could just take everyone out right now just by throwing himself in there, but when Yumi stopped she didn’t look too happy about that thought at all. Staring at her at first he slowly looked away again, growling lowly in frustration at her fuss over his words. Shaking his head he turned away from her, folding his arms, “I shouldn’t need all of this care…I shouldn’t. Even if you don’t like it, I can’t see myself doing something any different other than fighting. I am getting better so I can fight again! What makes someone a person? I don’t see how I will be considered different than any other creation before me, all those androids that are essentially my predecessors”.
T’charrl was particularly good with weapons, especially the handheld variety. He wasn’t what some people would consider a master, that was his father to decide whether he was or not, but he still could kill a few soldiers in his time even if he was considered weak compared to others of his kind. If they saw him now they’d never say that again, but of course he didn’t want them to see him like this or like anything else that was considered a monster. Takeshi was already weirded out by him so showing off his world what he was like certainly made him worry that there would be a full-blown hunt to kill him. Looking to Takeshi he gave a little nod, contemplating over the seeds he had in his claws. “If you don’t trust your weapon it will break, but if you push it the weapon will break anyway. If you can care for it as much as you would care for your own limb then it will protect you until it can no longer. It’s not going to be there all the time, but longer than it might if you refused to listen to it when it says ‘no more’”. It wasn’t a tough concept, but it was hard to explain. He couldn’t let a weapon like that go to waste.
T’charrl found it odd how flustered Takeshi was getting over his friend like this, but it was still funny. He really did seem to admire his friend but also tried to deny it as if it was a negative thing to do, something he found very strange. “Older brother? So you see him as family? Does he have family that you feel a part of too?” he asked up, giving his cheek a scratch, “I didn’t see anybody like him, though”. Takeshi without the motivation to fight must had been a pretty lazy one, seeing as how he’s always fighting for something. Even on this journey Takeshi was aiming to go into battle and fight for something, something maybe he wouldn’t want to do if he knew someone else could do the fighting for him. Staring at Takeshi, grinning a little when he attempted to imitate his friend, shifting his feet, “Something like that? I don’t think that is very fair to say he is like that. I hope you don’t make fun of me like that when I’m not around…”
T’charrl was particularly good with weapons, especially the handheld variety. He wasn’t what some people would consider a master, that was his father to decide whether he was or not, but he still could kill a few soldiers in his time even if he was considered weak compared to others of his kind. If they saw him now they’d never say that again, but of course he didn’t want them to see him like this or like anything else that was considered a monster. Takeshi was already weirded out by him so showing off his world what he was like certainly made him worry that there would be a full-blown hunt to kill him. Looking to Takeshi he gave a little nod, contemplating over the seeds he had in his claws. “If you don’t trust your weapon it will break, but if you push it the weapon will break anyway. If you can care for it as much as you would care for your own limb then it will protect you until it can no longer. It’s not going to be there all the time, but longer than it might if you refused to listen to it when it says ‘no more’”. It wasn’t a tough concept, but it was hard to explain. He couldn’t let a weapon like that go to waste.
T’charrl found it odd how flustered Takeshi was getting over his friend like this, but it was still funny. He really did seem to admire his friend but also tried to deny it as if it was a negative thing to do, something he found very strange. “Older brother? So you see him as family? Does he have family that you feel a part of too?” he asked up, giving his cheek a scratch, “I didn’t see anybody like him, though”. Takeshi without the motivation to fight must had been a pretty lazy one, seeing as how he’s always fighting for something. Even on this journey Takeshi was aiming to go into battle and fight for something, something maybe he wouldn’t want to do if he knew someone else could do the fighting for him. Staring at Takeshi, grinning a little when he attempted to imitate his friend, shifting his feet, “Something like that? I don’t think that is very fair to say he is like that. I hope you don’t make fun of me like that when I’m not around…”
Viral was always going to have a problem with being weaker than he already was, seeing how he already was pretty weak when compared to the rest. He couldn’t handle being seen as weak and already he was completely brittle compared to everyone else. If he couldn’t move by the end of this treatment then he was going to be completely broken with no use for him any longer. It wouldn’t be worth it in the end, his mind would be completely destroyed by how much he had fallen from what he once was. He used to be the strongest out of all of them, now he was the weakest of them all. He wanted to be strong again and felt like he’d do anything for it at this point, even if it was desperate. “We were supposed to do a lot instead of this…we were supposed to be able to fight the King. I shouldn’t need rehab. I should just get on with it!” he spoke up suddenly, not something he was entirely positive about, “Rehab…it’s battling that makes you stronger! Everything shouldn’t stop just because I’m like…this. They wanted us to do this quickly and we should do it quickly! Get some reinforcements…fight the King! If I am a danger like this then shouldn’t I be a suitable weapon? I don’t get it…”
T’charrl couldn’t really understand these fruits of Earth, finding them to be most unusual but even eating one was pretty interesting. Looking up to Takeshi he frowned a little, finding the warning about the seed to be most unusual, “No? Okay”, he spoke, unrolling his tongue and grabbing the seed from in his mouth, pulling it out. The seed was pretty clean considering it had just been chewed at and fair picked clean, T’charrl taking it from his tongue and taking other cherry. “Well, if you want to be fast, but I don’t think it’s a good way to start. You’ve got to find the sword and make it part of you, listen to it”, he spoke calmly, looking at his claws to check for stains, “If you are sure your friend won’t mind me showing you, then I will”. He didn’t know much about Takeshi’s other friends, they never really interacted with him apart from look at him sometimes. Hearing Takeshi speak of his friend made him smile, finding it quite nice for him to be saying such things as if through admirance. “Afraid of him? That is quite a lot of fear”, he spoke, giving a glance to the door before making a grab for a cherry, taking out the other seed he had, “It must be something to see him in battle. I have yet to see it”. Hearing Takeshi fumble over his words was pretty funny, finding it amusing that he saw so much in the man. It was strange really, to see Takeshi get all caught up over talking about his friend. “Weird? Respect him, hmm…you mean like…how I respect my father?” he asked in a teasing tone, glancing over at Shu who was busy with the softer fruit, “I won’t tell. Maybe Shu won’t tell either, I don’t know. Cool…huh? Would you ever tell him that? Maybe it will make him happy”.
T’charrl couldn’t really understand these fruits of Earth, finding them to be most unusual but even eating one was pretty interesting. Looking up to Takeshi he frowned a little, finding the warning about the seed to be most unusual, “No? Okay”, he spoke, unrolling his tongue and grabbing the seed from in his mouth, pulling it out. The seed was pretty clean considering it had just been chewed at and fair picked clean, T’charrl taking it from his tongue and taking other cherry. “Well, if you want to be fast, but I don’t think it’s a good way to start. You’ve got to find the sword and make it part of you, listen to it”, he spoke calmly, looking at his claws to check for stains, “If you are sure your friend won’t mind me showing you, then I will”. He didn’t know much about Takeshi’s other friends, they never really interacted with him apart from look at him sometimes. Hearing Takeshi speak of his friend made him smile, finding it quite nice for him to be saying such things as if through admirance. “Afraid of him? That is quite a lot of fear”, he spoke, giving a glance to the door before making a grab for a cherry, taking out the other seed he had, “It must be something to see him in battle. I have yet to see it”. Hearing Takeshi fumble over his words was pretty funny, finding it amusing that he saw so much in the man. It was strange really, to see Takeshi get all caught up over talking about his friend. “Weird? Respect him, hmm…you mean like…how I respect my father?” he asked in a teasing tone, glancing over at Shu who was busy with the softer fruit, “I won’t tell. Maybe Shu won’t tell either, I don’t know. Cool…huh? Would you ever tell him that? Maybe it will make him happy”.
Viral growled lowly, looking away, “That is not enough. Humans need more sleep than a few hours and he is mostly Human. I would rather he was refreshed than anything”. While it was said that his condition would improve, hearing that he was going to end up greatly weakened after made him worry the most. He didn’t know what to feel about that when he knew he was going to be weakened to such a massive extent, whether his body could handle it or he was going to end up in an even worse state than before. “I just can’t understand how I’ll be dragged to my lowest point after it all. He says I’m going to struggle with the most mundane tasks and just…how will I lose so much? What is he going to do to me to have me end up like that…” He didn’t like the thought of losing everything like that, even track of time. He needed to know when he was going to recover and how long it was going to take to get to the planet so their ability to keep track of time would probably help a great deal. He was not going to keep it together mentally much longer if he couldn’t keep track of his wait time until he was better, knowing the treatment was going to be the hardest part of all. “I would have to sooner lose my mind and…I’ve come close many times. To be able to fight again would certainly settle my mind somewhat and time would never be an issue”.
T’charrl wasn’t quite understanding how he was supposed to get these fruits out of the bag, finding it odd and pretty foreign. He didn’t see it much on Takeshi’s planet so knowing how to deal with it was certainly difficult. Analysing it wasn’t getting him anywhere, so his only real method to open it up was to try and pull it apart. Taking it in his claws he tried to carefully tear it open, finding it oddly difficult to get to the fruit before finally managing, nearly dropping the cherries all over the floor. Catching it in a little panic he sighed, taking a cherry and giving it a sniff before looking back to Takeshi. “Well uhh, doesn’t mean I can’t tell you how to move and if you’re doing things right. I don’t need to attack you back to train you”, he spoke, looking back to the cherry, “Sparring is pretty high up on practice. Father started doing that to me early so I could see what I would have to go through at any time of the day if an attack was to happen…but, umm, you don’t need to use a weapon”. Despite travelling with the Beastman he didn’t know much about him or why he was so different from the others, pretty notably so. The guy was pretty tall and had strange arms and big sharp teeth, kind of the complete opposite to his friends when theirs were so little and thin in the arms themselves. Listening to Takeshi gave him a little idea to what he was like, finding it interesting that he sounded so fierce and proud despite how he acted around the ship. “No Ki is umm, cool? How strange. It’s pretty normal in my eyes”, he spoke, eating the cherry, “…You uhh, sound like you respect him. You must be good friends. That sounds nice. Is that why you like lessons from him? Because you really like him?”
T’charrl wasn’t quite understanding how he was supposed to get these fruits out of the bag, finding it odd and pretty foreign. He didn’t see it much on Takeshi’s planet so knowing how to deal with it was certainly difficult. Analysing it wasn’t getting him anywhere, so his only real method to open it up was to try and pull it apart. Taking it in his claws he tried to carefully tear it open, finding it oddly difficult to get to the fruit before finally managing, nearly dropping the cherries all over the floor. Catching it in a little panic he sighed, taking a cherry and giving it a sniff before looking back to Takeshi. “Well uhh, doesn’t mean I can’t tell you how to move and if you’re doing things right. I don’t need to attack you back to train you”, he spoke, looking back to the cherry, “Sparring is pretty high up on practice. Father started doing that to me early so I could see what I would have to go through at any time of the day if an attack was to happen…but, umm, you don’t need to use a weapon”. Despite travelling with the Beastman he didn’t know much about him or why he was so different from the others, pretty notably so. The guy was pretty tall and had strange arms and big sharp teeth, kind of the complete opposite to his friends when theirs were so little and thin in the arms themselves. Listening to Takeshi gave him a little idea to what he was like, finding it interesting that he sounded so fierce and proud despite how he acted around the ship. “No Ki is umm, cool? How strange. It’s pretty normal in my eyes”, he spoke, eating the cherry, “…You uhh, sound like you respect him. You must be good friends. That sounds nice. Is that why you like lessons from him? Because you really like him?”
Viral let out a groan, still not feeling completely convinced over Vegeta’s ability to make him feel better. He was going to be struggling to get the work done quickly while sleep deprived and that was never going to be a good experience to have to go through. He was supposed to be keeping healthy while working on this problem, making it easy for Viral to have that tiny bit of doubt that something might go wrong. “He doesn’t work endlessly with barely any sleep to make those go well, but with this he’s barely taking a break. I can’t feel confident in his ability to get this completely correct if he doesn’t take my advice…even if sleep for me is not something I’m very good at myself…” It was pretty hard to say that he didn’t completely trust Vegeta with his work, he was too stubborn to take advice completely so of course he was going to end up not sleeping when he was supposed to. It made him wonder if everything was going to go as planned or Vegeta was going to look something over and it’ll end up costing him. Staring at her as she spoke about the time he slowly looked away, not feeling too confident. “I cannot do that. Everytime I see one I still don’t know how much time has passed. It’s constant and almost endless. I can’t keep track of time like this”. It wasn’t that he was trying, just even when he closed his eyes and looked at it some time had passed, but how much time was not something he always knew. “I’m not going to stoop so lowly as to stop fighting for my life. I could’ve ended it long ago, but I’m not that pathetic…”
Shu and T’charrl had been only partially occupied in the room with Shu being the most occupied, at least until Takeshi walked in. They were both pretty quiet with Shu attempting to groom his friend’s arm, T’charrl watching in quiet fascination right up until Takeshi entered the room with all that fruit in hand, curious to why he took a little longer than just a quiet walk to the kitchen and back. Watching him curiously as Shu decided to bounce up in fascination to the sight of the fruit he gave a little smile before looking down again, nodding, “That is kind of you”. He wasn’t hugely hungry but he could do with some fruit, even if Takeshi had managed to squash some against himself. Reaching over and grabbing the packet of cherries he stared at it curiously before his eyes went to Takeshi, tilting his head slightly and making a glance to the door, “Is that where you went? That is…pretty good”, he spoke, finding it hard to pick the right words. He wasn’t sure if Takeshi’s friend had been having problems for a long time or just recently, the impact of it all not being all that large, “Umm you know, I could have done sword training with you if you wanted while he was unwell. Your friend does seem to like fighting, I think…I mean, I haven’t seen it much. I only had to heal him from a bad injury on my home planet. Does he fight often? His spirit is very strong, very strange”.
Shu and T’charrl had been only partially occupied in the room with Shu being the most occupied, at least until Takeshi walked in. They were both pretty quiet with Shu attempting to groom his friend’s arm, T’charrl watching in quiet fascination right up until Takeshi entered the room with all that fruit in hand, curious to why he took a little longer than just a quiet walk to the kitchen and back. Watching him curiously as Shu decided to bounce up in fascination to the sight of the fruit he gave a little smile before looking down again, nodding, “That is kind of you”. He wasn’t hugely hungry but he could do with some fruit, even if Takeshi had managed to squash some against himself. Reaching over and grabbing the packet of cherries he stared at it curiously before his eyes went to Takeshi, tilting his head slightly and making a glance to the door, “Is that where you went? That is…pretty good”, he spoke, finding it hard to pick the right words. He wasn’t sure if Takeshi’s friend had been having problems for a long time or just recently, the impact of it all not being all that large, “Umm you know, I could have done sword training with you if you wanted while he was unwell. Your friend does seem to like fighting, I think…I mean, I haven’t seen it much. I only had to heal him from a bad injury on my home planet. Does he fight often? His spirit is very strong, very strange”.
Probably the worst part about all of this was he was not going to get to know how long it would take for him to feel the effects if any at all. He was wanting to know but couldn’t get the answer he needed because they had been in space for so long. A couple of weeks could mean anything depending when they all slept or how long days on that planet were. It made him feel pretty edgy, he didn’t know what he was supposed to feel right now and he was not feeling too well as he tried to think about it. The whole process was making his head hurt quite a lot in the stress. Maybe the medicine could help with that, maybe mellow him out and get him thinking clearly where he clearly struggled was the answer. “Over a year? I was under control for a lot of that time. I don’t see how that’s a fair measurement of time…” he mumbled, rubbing his head, “So long as he gets it right then…hmph, he has a chance of getting it wrong. I doubt my body’s going to like him trying to repair my genes. That’s what I worry about most…”
Viral figured it was going to be similar to what the Saiyans did only in reversal, instead trying to place genes back in instead of removing selected ones for processing. They always figured he’d repair the broken gene that they removed from selected cells, but now his body was self-creating holes when the process used to be self-repair. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think about it, but it definitely shouldn’t be assumed that everything will be so much better as he went through the treatment. The sound of food didn’t go over too well with him either, his mind unable to decide whether it was going to be a good thing to eat or not still. “How do you keep track of time, or are you only calculating it with your sleep cycles…” he spoke, feeling confused, “I can’t sleep so I can’t tell. There’s no sun to tell me when a new day begins, no darkness in this artificial light…what are the length of days we are calculating these weeks by? What am I doing with myself…”
Viral figured it was going to be similar to what the Saiyans did only in reversal, instead trying to place genes back in instead of removing selected ones for processing. They always figured he’d repair the broken gene that they removed from selected cells, but now his body was self-creating holes when the process used to be self-repair. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think about it, but it definitely shouldn’t be assumed that everything will be so much better as he went through the treatment. The sound of food didn’t go over too well with him either, his mind unable to decide whether it was going to be a good thing to eat or not still. “How do you keep track of time, or are you only calculating it with your sleep cycles…” he spoke, feeling confused, “I can’t sleep so I can’t tell. There’s no sun to tell me when a new day begins, no darkness in this artificial light…what are the length of days we are calculating these weeks by? What am I doing with myself…”
Viral was pretty concerned with how his future might pan out if the treatment did work, his mind unable to settle on a simple answer like it’ll be ‘normal’ for him to go through it after treatment. He wasn’t normal to begin with so recovery would probably be different, especially given his condition. He wanted to know what he was in for and had to try to get some idea to see if it would all be worth it in the end. Feeling fairly concerned that he might not feel better by the end of it he frowned upon hearing Vegeta, not sure whether it was going to be something he’d be happier going through instead of this. Looking to his arms briefly he certainly didn’t like the sound of that kind of weakness, finding that imagining it proved to be a lot worse than hearing about it. That sounded like a nightmare; unable to do the most simple tasks, having to worry even more about moving around and being completely crippled by a debilitating weakness. It felt like it was going to be endless suffering and who says the King was going to hold off a few weeks for his recovery. Nothing was going his way, his hope dwindling completely.
Raising his hand up to slowly rub his head he grumbled to himself, keeping his head low as he just tried to ease the pain at this point. He wasn’t having a particularly good time at anything at this point, everything feeling pretty against him. “I don’t care about the planet. I just wanted to know your plans for when we’re there…” he mumbled, not particularly caring for his location at this point. Watching Vegeta move up from his desk and around to his research, staring at it as he decided to give him a little word about his abilities. Frowning, Viral didn’t feel interested enough in knowing something like that. He already knew how to bring it forward, feeling that what he was being told was just an attempt to make him feel better. “Great…thanks. I feel better now. I can…do that again…” he muttered, giving Yumi a look as she dismissed any further concern and started to head on out again.
He didn’t care about what he could and might be able to do right now when he had a whole bunch of other concerns on his mind, feeling it was irrelevant mentioning something like that. He was supposed to be receiving some sort of good news, he was due something and that was a pretty poor attempt to cheer him up. Sighing it off he looked back a little, his eyes soon turning to Yumi, looking to the bottle of medicine when she decided to give him it instead. That was probably a bad idea on her part, but he wasn’t going to question it so long as he didn’t actually think to abuse the medicine. He wanted to be able to sleep the rest of the way to the planet and forget everything, something the pills might be able to help with finally. “You should learn to speak before making any decisions. Of course they won’t mind if they don’t know…”he groaned, feeling pretty fed up already, “It’d probably be the same way I have to take every other medicine I get given: one with food, maybe without food if I’m not going to do anything. I don’t care so long as they work! Medicine all the time…treatment all the time…it’s just not going to end so I don’t care anymore. How do you think I should take them…”
Raising his hand up to slowly rub his head he grumbled to himself, keeping his head low as he just tried to ease the pain at this point. He wasn’t having a particularly good time at anything at this point, everything feeling pretty against him. “I don’t care about the planet. I just wanted to know your plans for when we’re there…” he mumbled, not particularly caring for his location at this point. Watching Vegeta move up from his desk and around to his research, staring at it as he decided to give him a little word about his abilities. Frowning, Viral didn’t feel interested enough in knowing something like that. He already knew how to bring it forward, feeling that what he was being told was just an attempt to make him feel better. “Great…thanks. I feel better now. I can…do that again…” he muttered, giving Yumi a look as she dismissed any further concern and started to head on out again.
He didn’t care about what he could and might be able to do right now when he had a whole bunch of other concerns on his mind, feeling it was irrelevant mentioning something like that. He was supposed to be receiving some sort of good news, he was due something and that was a pretty poor attempt to cheer him up. Sighing it off he looked back a little, his eyes soon turning to Yumi, looking to the bottle of medicine when she decided to give him it instead. That was probably a bad idea on her part, but he wasn’t going to question it so long as he didn’t actually think to abuse the medicine. He wanted to be able to sleep the rest of the way to the planet and forget everything, something the pills might be able to help with finally. “You should learn to speak before making any decisions. Of course they won’t mind if they don’t know…”he groaned, feeling pretty fed up already, “It’d probably be the same way I have to take every other medicine I get given: one with food, maybe without food if I’m not going to do anything. I don’t care so long as they work! Medicine all the time…treatment all the time…it’s just not going to end so I don’t care anymore. How do you think I should take them…”
Viral just wasn’t having any of it today, especially when he needed that medicine to feel better and actually function without seeking negativity all the time. His mental condition hadn’t been sorted yet, it was almost as if it was put on complete hold for his genes which was proving to be a real pain in his side among other places. He needed the medicine to feel just that little bit better, he was sick of living in a miserable state of mind and unable to get out of it. It was hard enough to sleep with these horns and that tail, nevermind the itching in his arms as they constantly felt tingly with minor pain. It was a horrible feeling to have and even though he did have support he didn’t feel he had the right support, his mind not exactly happy with how everything was trying to hurt him and everybody telling him it’ll all get better soon. He wasn’t going to feel better that way, no matter how much they wished it upon him. “Weeks is still a long time. It may not seem long for you…” he told Vegeta off before sighing, shaking his head, “I’m not angry at you, though…”
While everything was completely frustrating, Takeshi coming in didn’t really help matters. It was rather strange that he was here when he barely ever saw him anyway. Takeshi was probably enjoying himself, being with others without worry over anything bad happening to him; must had been luxurious. Grunting before looking away he waited for Takeshi to finish his enquiry, not caring much over why he was asking such things when it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. The kid could change back in his own time once he figured it out, not needing all this pressure in the last few days. At least he could will himself to do such a thing while he was stuck like this until things were fixed, possibly ending with things getting a lot worse before they got better. It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling, rather an intense disgust over his own fate.
Frowning when Takeshi got his answer he looked back to him, giving him a narrow stare before grumbling, “Hmph, way to jinx it…” He didn’t believe in luck, only that wishing it usually meant they didn’t believe it was going to get solved and couldn’t understand a solution. It was a way to give false hope that things would work out, even if the hope wasn’t there to begin with. Frowning, Viral turned back to Vegeta, letting out a sigh, “What are you wanting to do with me on that planet? What kind of physical therapy are we talking about…”
While everything was completely frustrating, Takeshi coming in didn’t really help matters. It was rather strange that he was here when he barely ever saw him anyway. Takeshi was probably enjoying himself, being with others without worry over anything bad happening to him; must had been luxurious. Grunting before looking away he waited for Takeshi to finish his enquiry, not caring much over why he was asking such things when it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. The kid could change back in his own time once he figured it out, not needing all this pressure in the last few days. At least he could will himself to do such a thing while he was stuck like this until things were fixed, possibly ending with things getting a lot worse before they got better. It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling, rather an intense disgust over his own fate.
Frowning when Takeshi got his answer he looked back to him, giving him a narrow stare before grumbling, “Hmph, way to jinx it…” He didn’t believe in luck, only that wishing it usually meant they didn’t believe it was going to get solved and couldn’t understand a solution. It was a way to give false hope that things would work out, even if the hope wasn’t there to begin with. Frowning, Viral turned back to Vegeta, letting out a sigh, “What are you wanting to do with me on that planet? What kind of physical therapy are we talking about…”
Viral didn’t want to have to be associated with medicine upon the first time somebody was seeing him, making him feel like he was some sort of mental case to be watched over and made sure he wouldn’t overdose. What made matters worse for him was instead of handing him the medicine it was Yumi who was tossed them, making him feel insulted fairly quickly. It meant he wasn’t trusted with the medicine after all, his anger towards Vegeta’s attitude only rising. “You know I need that medicine so don’t joke around!” Vegeta was quite the irritating guy sometimes, his attempts at being funny not cutting it with him today. To joke about something like that wasn’t in his particular taste in comedy, especially when he was feeling this much pain. He didn’t know what the medicine was going to do but he didn’t care, so long as it did something that was going to ease his problems then he wasn’t too bothered by the effects it might have on him.
Growling lowly, Viral looked between his pills and Vegeta before settling on him only, staring at him as he started to get scientific. He was a little concerned with Vegeta talking about making it simple only for the actual explanation to sound completely out there already. He understood it was going to take a few weeks, that part made him feel pretty awful, but it was hopefully going to do something in the upcoming days rather than having to wait weeks for it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get better, it was just that he doubted it so greatly and was definitely going to get better. He wanted to fight, he wanted to move on his own and he wanted to have less of the same mediocre schedule that consisted of walking from one place to the other, sometimes getting treatment and sometimes not. Zoning out a little he stared blankly at Vegeta, trying to remember all that he mentioned again. There was something in there about having to do some sort of therapy and injections, his eyes going to Yumi in a quick glance before he looked back, frowning, “Weeks…hmm, we’ll see about that…”
Viral was definitely not feeling anything from that, knowing he was supposed to feel something but really wasn’t finding all that much to be positive for him. Nothing was going to happen until Vegeta decided to do something and right now he appeared more interested in paperwork, otherwise he would had called for him to start treatment. Just about to ask about it there was a slight distraction courtesy of Takeshi it seemed, turning around when the other two glanced off towards him. Growling lowly he faced him, “Talk to him about what? Shouldn’t you be with your brother or something…”
Growling lowly, Viral looked between his pills and Vegeta before settling on him only, staring at him as he started to get scientific. He was a little concerned with Vegeta talking about making it simple only for the actual explanation to sound completely out there already. He understood it was going to take a few weeks, that part made him feel pretty awful, but it was hopefully going to do something in the upcoming days rather than having to wait weeks for it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get better, it was just that he doubted it so greatly and was definitely going to get better. He wanted to fight, he wanted to move on his own and he wanted to have less of the same mediocre schedule that consisted of walking from one place to the other, sometimes getting treatment and sometimes not. Zoning out a little he stared blankly at Vegeta, trying to remember all that he mentioned again. There was something in there about having to do some sort of therapy and injections, his eyes going to Yumi in a quick glance before he looked back, frowning, “Weeks…hmm, we’ll see about that…”
Viral was definitely not feeling anything from that, knowing he was supposed to feel something but really wasn’t finding all that much to be positive for him. Nothing was going to happen until Vegeta decided to do something and right now he appeared more interested in paperwork, otherwise he would had called for him to start treatment. Just about to ask about it there was a slight distraction courtesy of Takeshi it seemed, turning around when the other two glanced off towards him. Growling lowly he faced him, “Talk to him about what? Shouldn’t you be with your brother or something…”
Viral let out a groan, not particularly caring for reason, “I’d rather find out now. I shouldn’t need to stay on the ground all the time! Why would I get sick if I’m off the ground for too long? Hmph! That’d be a stupid design flaw…” He would definitely hate it if the reason his genes were breaking down was because he was in Space for too long, not having the planet or solar light to give him energy. He didn’t want to be bound to a planet, he wanted freedom and so far he hadn’t been able to experience that properly. He couldn’t even fly, he couldn’t do a lot others could do to feel free and as it turned out he couldn’t survive without constant gene manipulation. He was completely aggravated by it all, his mind unable to comprehend the fact that he was basically useless without somebody else to help him through difficulties anybody else could traverse. He was stuck as far as he was concerned and it wasn’t going to get any better anytime soon. “It is? I doubt it. Just because he’s working hard doesn’t mean I’ll feel better eventually…”
Viral had little care at this point; if he was going to be bound by some tether because of health then there wasn’t much to dream of. He could hope and wish all he wanted but he wasn’t going to get what he wanted and that was final, even if he ever got his hands on the Dragonballs all for himself. Nobody would let him have them, even if they were in a group together. Others would want to have their own wishes with more important subjects such as revival or renewal, but his would probably be seen as selfish and evil. Nobody would ever let him have those wishes for fear that he might turn evil, but he couldn’t blame them anyway. Yumi’s inability to understand that he was not as stable as she thought he might be was pretty worrying to say the least, hearing her confidently speak up about her determination to stay with him despite the problems. “Hmph, you’ve really thought this out…” he spoke lowly before looking away, grunting, “That’s pretty pathetic if you ask me…”
Viral wasn’t really in the mood to be waiting at the door for Vegeta to open it, feeling a little relieved that Yumi was just going to barge in. It was his business as much as it was Vegeta’s to be in the labs right now so he should be allowed free entry anyway. Barging in after Yumi he looked around at first before to Vegeta, looking to what he was doing before sighing as he went to get his medicine, “Yes, because that’s all I want out of life right now”, he grumbled, not exactly happy that he was getting what he wanted through Vegeta’s assumptions, “I also happen to want to have some sort of understanding to how you’re getting on after all this time, you know! Maybe give me some knowledge about that too…”
Viral had little care at this point; if he was going to be bound by some tether because of health then there wasn’t much to dream of. He could hope and wish all he wanted but he wasn’t going to get what he wanted and that was final, even if he ever got his hands on the Dragonballs all for himself. Nobody would let him have them, even if they were in a group together. Others would want to have their own wishes with more important subjects such as revival or renewal, but his would probably be seen as selfish and evil. Nobody would ever let him have those wishes for fear that he might turn evil, but he couldn’t blame them anyway. Yumi’s inability to understand that he was not as stable as she thought he might be was pretty worrying to say the least, hearing her confidently speak up about her determination to stay with him despite the problems. “Hmph, you’ve really thought this out…” he spoke lowly before looking away, grunting, “That’s pretty pathetic if you ask me…”
Viral wasn’t really in the mood to be waiting at the door for Vegeta to open it, feeling a little relieved that Yumi was just going to barge in. It was his business as much as it was Vegeta’s to be in the labs right now so he should be allowed free entry anyway. Barging in after Yumi he looked around at first before to Vegeta, looking to what he was doing before sighing as he went to get his medicine, “Yes, because that’s all I want out of life right now”, he grumbled, not exactly happy that he was getting what he wanted through Vegeta’s assumptions, “I also happen to want to have some sort of understanding to how you’re getting on after all this time, you know! Maybe give me some knowledge about that too…”
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