It wasn’t that Viral was trying to make anybody feel bad, he was fairly against that unless they were his enemy; however, them all getting sad over him and trying to convince him that he shouldn’t be thinking this way was ultimately granting him the knowledge that everything was his fault. They wouldn’t be thinking that way or getting upset if they didn’t talk to him, but as it stood everyone was getting depressed around him. He just wanted to forget about all of it and got have to moan and groan about them bugging him, but if he silenced himself they’d only force it out of him and tell him not to keep things bottled up.
He would rather he kept it all bottled up and forget any of it existed, it would keep them happy when they had no knowledge that he had any problems at all. Having it being identified as an mental disorder just made him feel broken, his warrior pride crumbling pretty quickly everytime he was reminded of it. Keeping his eyes off Takeshi he frowned a little, not wanting to talk about family at all, “You should keep what you have and hope for more, just stop forcefully trying to include me”, he spoke, rolling over a little, “If I was created with the capability to have a family, then I would know what such a thing means…but I was not. It means NOTHING to me…”
Feeling ultimately fed up with being on the ground, there was only further lecturing from Takeshi before he bothered thinking about leaving. Looking to him quickly he let out a grumble, not feeling fully like he wanted to hang around here himself. They were all getting depressed because he wasn’t cut out to be a fully functioning warrior, that whole problem really complicated things, “If you don’t want those things to happen, then stop caring and upsetting yourselves”, he spoke, moving his legs a little, “Take the food with you. It’ll just go to waste…”
Kai didn’t want to use the phrase, but T’charrl was pretty much a mamma’s boy. It would probably affect his performance if he couldn’t see his mother once in a while and talk to her through some sort of communication, but so long as they could pinpoint a signal and keep a lock on it then it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. That was all he knew what to do during energy storms was to keep focused on that one signal and never change it, so long as the energy in the atmosphere never got worse.
Choi had no idea what they were talking about right now and just kept quiet, his eyes going to Yumi for a few moments as the others talked away. He hadn’t really managed to speak to Yumi much apart from when absolutely everyone was around him, it all making him a little anxious that he wasn’t going to get to talk to her when she was by herself once more. It was nice talking to her before, but everything on top of everything else was just proving to be too much and some quiet time with her proved hard to achieve. While he did get to talk to Kabocha, Takeshi or Kai, it was somewhat relieving to talk to a female warrior for once in his life.
T’charrl didn’t doubt that he wasn’t overwhelmed, but it was definitely a good kind of overwhelmed and wouldn’t have him losing control of his abilities anytime soon. He would probably have to give them details on what he knew he could do and how they might be able to help him with that, but he was still a little worried over everything too. Slowly rubbing the orb on his shoulder, he looked between Vegeta and Katas, smiling a little over their discussion. The very thought of going into space made him feel excited, his hands raising up to his face eventually before he let out a sigh at the thought of leaving the planet’s energy field. Other planets shouldn’t be too different and have their own energy sources, so long as the planet housed living creatures; they probably didn’t have as much life as his own, “This is all so much…I can’t wait for this, to fight like a warrior from the stars…I’ll get so strong…I’ll explore my powers to the fullest…”
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“Control is more than simply my ‘other form’, but what would you understand? You didn’t create me, what would you know…” Viral didn’t understand how Takeshi continued to think that with no real thought being put into it, but what did it matter, anyway. None of that should be a concern right now, his mind driven too far from those thoughts and now his mind had sunk into black hole that he couldn’t climb out of. They would probably put him back on Earth now that he was back with them but showing how incredibly useless he was if it wasn’t for the dangers he take with him, especially when instability of one’s natural abilities was definitely one of the most dangerous aspects of him being near simple humanoids.
Why wasn’t Takeshi leaving him alone, he had said all he needed to say, surely becoming bored and frustrated with being unable to get through to him like Vegeta desperately tried to do. Waiting for his final battle proved to be difficult when there was so many who were insistent on keeping him alive for whatever reason. Wanting to just walk off and go elsewhere, he couldn’t get the strength to push himself off the ground. Grumbling in defeat, he looked to Takeshi, hardly believing a word he was saying, “I lost to the Saiyans first! The Army wants me dead or alive…they don’t care about my fate and will come back for me again”, he spoke, looking away, “I was standing up to them because I was at risk…I had to defend myself…and they were humans!”
Just why was Takeshi bringing up all this when it was absolutely of no use, especially considering everything he had ever done had been an active loss. Even when he was trying to win in skirmishes he lost, trying to fight for his own pride was always a loss too. Slowly rubbing his head as his defeats could only circulate through his mind, feeling only further weakness before Takeshi spoke again, his tone changing somewhat as he decided to get emotional instead.
Viral couldn’t handle that kind of talk, Takeshi turning it to a confession session of his own with the point being awfully far away from his own. Slowly rolling over and facing the opposite way, he lay down again with his hand resting his head as opposed to having the pillow, letting Takeshi talk to see if he could get his point across for this little confiding session he insisted on going through. Looking briefly over his shoulder for a moment when his point was finally arriving, he sighed and rolled his head back around, closing his eyes briefly as if looking like he was trying to rest. Takeshi didn’t sound like he knew what he was saying, his words sounded unfocused and just something he was spurting out in hopes that it made sense, only proving to confuse him to what his point actually was.
“Yeah, you don’t know how family works. What I am is nothing like a big brother”, he spoke, scratching his claws through his hair, “A big brother protects the younger siblings, they have to…and just what protection have I provided? None. If you wanted me to be compared to anything, it’d be the family pet”. He had caused a lot of terrible situations with his constant failure, it all feeling like he would be better off on a leash and kept away from trouble, “You have family, you have no other reason to include me other than because you simply want to try and find the tiniest excuse to keep me around. You were fine when you had forgotten me because you had your brother, that is why it didn’t exist as a thought that I was still missing. You’re not lonely anymore and you weren’t lonely when you found your brother. I am something you don’t know; nobody knows, except those who wish to use me like an expensive toolkit”.
T’charrl was feeling fairly nervous all over again over the thought, especially when none of his species has ever left the planet. He would panic if it was something he feared, but quite frankly he didn’t. Not knowing where his powers would lead him was half the battle and he could only hope that he could come back stronger and in better control, his main worry being generally whether he could keep control of his monstrous form. It would probably come in handy in battle, but generally the pain aspect was his big worry and being consumed in its power was another.
Tapping his claws together with anticipation, he stared at Yumi as he waited for her decision, his antennae picking up when he was given a positive answer. Looking between Shu and Yumi, he smiled nervously before nodding, “Y-Yes! It is! Ohhh man, big steps…with people I know…” he spoke, lowering his head briefly before turning to Kabocha, smiling when he accepted it too, “Really…? Oh, yeah, the healing…I can do that…definitely…”
Kai and Choi looked between each other, the situation turning out to be pretty good seeing as how it was T’charrl’s own father that had come to suggest his going into space. It saved them a ton of trouble, but they still needed to confront the mother and when T’charrl was so close to her it might end up being a little awkward. There were methods of communication if the guy ever got homesick, so long as it was anything to keep him with them for as long as possible, “We can give you something to keep in touch with T’charrl, sir”, Kai spoke up, pushing his empty plate away, “We’re pretty technologically efficient and a radio signal should be easy to configure so it only takes in one signal instead of allowing the energy to mess it up, so long as it’s kept in one place on this planet which shouldn’t be a problem. The more movement the system goes through, the worse the signal becomes, so there’s that”.
Why wasn’t Takeshi leaving him alone, he had said all he needed to say, surely becoming bored and frustrated with being unable to get through to him like Vegeta desperately tried to do. Waiting for his final battle proved to be difficult when there was so many who were insistent on keeping him alive for whatever reason. Wanting to just walk off and go elsewhere, he couldn’t get the strength to push himself off the ground. Grumbling in defeat, he looked to Takeshi, hardly believing a word he was saying, “I lost to the Saiyans first! The Army wants me dead or alive…they don’t care about my fate and will come back for me again”, he spoke, looking away, “I was standing up to them because I was at risk…I had to defend myself…and they were humans!”
Just why was Takeshi bringing up all this when it was absolutely of no use, especially considering everything he had ever done had been an active loss. Even when he was trying to win in skirmishes he lost, trying to fight for his own pride was always a loss too. Slowly rubbing his head as his defeats could only circulate through his mind, feeling only further weakness before Takeshi spoke again, his tone changing somewhat as he decided to get emotional instead.
Viral couldn’t handle that kind of talk, Takeshi turning it to a confession session of his own with the point being awfully far away from his own. Slowly rolling over and facing the opposite way, he lay down again with his hand resting his head as opposed to having the pillow, letting Takeshi talk to see if he could get his point across for this little confiding session he insisted on going through. Looking briefly over his shoulder for a moment when his point was finally arriving, he sighed and rolled his head back around, closing his eyes briefly as if looking like he was trying to rest. Takeshi didn’t sound like he knew what he was saying, his words sounded unfocused and just something he was spurting out in hopes that it made sense, only proving to confuse him to what his point actually was.
“Yeah, you don’t know how family works. What I am is nothing like a big brother”, he spoke, scratching his claws through his hair, “A big brother protects the younger siblings, they have to…and just what protection have I provided? None. If you wanted me to be compared to anything, it’d be the family pet”. He had caused a lot of terrible situations with his constant failure, it all feeling like he would be better off on a leash and kept away from trouble, “You have family, you have no other reason to include me other than because you simply want to try and find the tiniest excuse to keep me around. You were fine when you had forgotten me because you had your brother, that is why it didn’t exist as a thought that I was still missing. You’re not lonely anymore and you weren’t lonely when you found your brother. I am something you don’t know; nobody knows, except those who wish to use me like an expensive toolkit”.
T’charrl was feeling fairly nervous all over again over the thought, especially when none of his species has ever left the planet. He would panic if it was something he feared, but quite frankly he didn’t. Not knowing where his powers would lead him was half the battle and he could only hope that he could come back stronger and in better control, his main worry being generally whether he could keep control of his monstrous form. It would probably come in handy in battle, but generally the pain aspect was his big worry and being consumed in its power was another.
Tapping his claws together with anticipation, he stared at Yumi as he waited for her decision, his antennae picking up when he was given a positive answer. Looking between Shu and Yumi, he smiled nervously before nodding, “Y-Yes! It is! Ohhh man, big steps…with people I know…” he spoke, lowering his head briefly before turning to Kabocha, smiling when he accepted it too, “Really…? Oh, yeah, the healing…I can do that…definitely…”
Kai and Choi looked between each other, the situation turning out to be pretty good seeing as how it was T’charrl’s own father that had come to suggest his going into space. It saved them a ton of trouble, but they still needed to confront the mother and when T’charrl was so close to her it might end up being a little awkward. There were methods of communication if the guy ever got homesick, so long as it was anything to keep him with them for as long as possible, “We can give you something to keep in touch with T’charrl, sir”, Kai spoke up, pushing his empty plate away, “We’re pretty technologically efficient and a radio signal should be easy to configure so it only takes in one signal instead of allowing the energy to mess it up, so long as it’s kept in one place on this planet which shouldn’t be a problem. The more movement the system goes through, the worse the signal becomes, so there’s that”.
Viral could barely take it right now and just wanted Takeshi to take his food and go back in the house, seeing as how he was either going to hurt himself from thinking too much or end up harming him in return. His head was throbbing right now; a headache that could only come from the stress he was feeling over Takeshi’s little chat. The pain was getting to be a little overbearing to put it lightly, as if he had too many drinks the night before; speaking of, all he wanted to do was grab a drink and forget all of this. These aliens probably didn’t even know how to ferment the abundant fruit to make alcohol, definitely a disappointment on their part.
Slowly rolling over onto his front, he batted away the pillow and gave his head a rub as he looked to Takeshi who continued to talk about it. Even Takeshi sounded confused over what he was saying; he really had no clue what he was talking about by the sound of it. Takeshi sounded like he was in great doubt; he continued to raise a point only to contradict it in hopes that he was correct. Lowering his head he gave it a slow rub, trying to ease the pain through all the confusion before looking at his own paw. A monster was defined as a cruel creature that held no remorse for its current actions, he can’t remember feeling anything when he killed or caused great levels of destruction. He enjoyed it, the last time he remembered feeling the overwhelming pride and a true sense of dominance and everytime he had been called out as a monster.
All these false beliefs they held in him was ultimately ridiculous, it was all out of control and all reflected back to his own sense of control. They were trying so hard to deny everything they had seen from him, even Takeshi knew he was lying through his teeth when he had been so ready to think such things when he couldn’t see it was him. Vegeta had been so ready to kill him upon seeing his more monstrous form, he was even ready to kill him after he had changed back and during the trial. Vegeta was probably still broken over finding out such a thing; his entire life destroyed all because he couldn’t keep control and simply hiding it away for Yumi’s sake.
What did Takeshi know of control? All these lies being fed to him like he was some naïve child was just becoming too much to handle when he knew it was all lies. He had no self-control, he could barely breathe right now and that hardly was something he would call ‘control’. Just what a pathetic pile he was, a creature with no sense of belonging in a world and absolutely zero confidence in his own mind. Everything continued to rush back at him, slapping him mentally until it began to hurt just too much.
Keeping his paw pressed to his forehead, he looked up at Takeshi as he stumbled on the idea of inner strength. That didn’t make any sense, as if he was simply trying to deny any and all facts that he had lost the battle long ago and was just waiting for the inevitable death that would come soon after. He was just a disgrace, he couldn’t even live up to these lies and it was even worse when he couldn’t lie to himself to make him feel better. Growling lowly, he glared at Takeshi, moving his paw, “What control…? Any second?? I am too weak…” he muttered, holding his chest, “’Always in control’ is certainly a stretch when my very problem is I lack it!”
Takeshi knew nothing, he probably didn’t even know what inner strength was when he was simply insisting on using it to make him feel better. There was no such thing as inner strength, especially with someone like him, “I was created to fight…or was I? I don’t know, because all that is lost to me! Just what purpose is there to me?? I’ll fight with the hope to die in battle…like I’m supposed to! You better stop thinking there’s anything to envy or look up to before I get sick of your lies…”
T’charrl was feeling pretty confused, especially over his own existence and just why he was born with such abilities. It certainly didn’t help that there was either nobody else with these abilities or they were taking the hiding thing completely seriously, never wanting to show themselves for fear of being scrutinised because of what they were. He was the same until he met the aliens, it was definitely a desperation attempt incase it was something the General was trying to take from him and in the end that was the case. If he could find the reason why these abilities exist then he could feel some sort of relief, but that didn’t appear to be the case at all.
Looking to his father, it appeared he had some doubts over that possibility and saw something else in it instead, his mind going elsewhere in that regard. Scratching his neck a little he tilted his head, letting out a sigh, “Well, I tried to keep myself a secret, but I guess the General saw me do something or knew what to look for”, he sighed, looking to his father again, “Greater things? I-I don’t know, like what…?”
When his father’s attention shifted away from him, he looked to Yumi and Shu as well just wondering what he was going to say before gasping a little, his eyes quickly turning back to his father. That was some proposal; these guys were space travellers and that was an awfully big step to take for any Kaesstrian. Looking between them quickly he could only wait to see what was said as his mind tried to adjust to such a massive thought process being laid upon him, “I-uhh-woah-umm…that’s a lot to take in…” he said, rubbing his head at the thought of it. Going with them would be dangerous, he knew that, but he would also be with great warriors who he happened to consider his friends and held great power too. He was definitely scared of his new form, but whether they would want that as a burden themselves was something he wasn’t sure if they’d want to consider.
Shu had just finished his food when the General turned to them, the prospect of taking T’charrl along with them suddenly coming to light. Gasping a little at the question, he looked to Yumi quickly and bounced a little on his chair, getting all excited over the thought, “Ooh! Ooh! Should we? Will we? Maybe?? Friends! Many friends!” he squeaked, getting a little too bouncy before he sat back down in his chair, holding his head painfully, “Ooh ohh, ow ow ow…that hurts…”
Slowly rolling over onto his front, he batted away the pillow and gave his head a rub as he looked to Takeshi who continued to talk about it. Even Takeshi sounded confused over what he was saying; he really had no clue what he was talking about by the sound of it. Takeshi sounded like he was in great doubt; he continued to raise a point only to contradict it in hopes that he was correct. Lowering his head he gave it a slow rub, trying to ease the pain through all the confusion before looking at his own paw. A monster was defined as a cruel creature that held no remorse for its current actions, he can’t remember feeling anything when he killed or caused great levels of destruction. He enjoyed it, the last time he remembered feeling the overwhelming pride and a true sense of dominance and everytime he had been called out as a monster.
All these false beliefs they held in him was ultimately ridiculous, it was all out of control and all reflected back to his own sense of control. They were trying so hard to deny everything they had seen from him, even Takeshi knew he was lying through his teeth when he had been so ready to think such things when he couldn’t see it was him. Vegeta had been so ready to kill him upon seeing his more monstrous form, he was even ready to kill him after he had changed back and during the trial. Vegeta was probably still broken over finding out such a thing; his entire life destroyed all because he couldn’t keep control and simply hiding it away for Yumi’s sake.
What did Takeshi know of control? All these lies being fed to him like he was some naïve child was just becoming too much to handle when he knew it was all lies. He had no self-control, he could barely breathe right now and that hardly was something he would call ‘control’. Just what a pathetic pile he was, a creature with no sense of belonging in a world and absolutely zero confidence in his own mind. Everything continued to rush back at him, slapping him mentally until it began to hurt just too much.
Keeping his paw pressed to his forehead, he looked up at Takeshi as he stumbled on the idea of inner strength. That didn’t make any sense, as if he was simply trying to deny any and all facts that he had lost the battle long ago and was just waiting for the inevitable death that would come soon after. He was just a disgrace, he couldn’t even live up to these lies and it was even worse when he couldn’t lie to himself to make him feel better. Growling lowly, he glared at Takeshi, moving his paw, “What control…? Any second?? I am too weak…” he muttered, holding his chest, “’Always in control’ is certainly a stretch when my very problem is I lack it!”
Takeshi knew nothing, he probably didn’t even know what inner strength was when he was simply insisting on using it to make him feel better. There was no such thing as inner strength, especially with someone like him, “I was created to fight…or was I? I don’t know, because all that is lost to me! Just what purpose is there to me?? I’ll fight with the hope to die in battle…like I’m supposed to! You better stop thinking there’s anything to envy or look up to before I get sick of your lies…”
T’charrl was feeling pretty confused, especially over his own existence and just why he was born with such abilities. It certainly didn’t help that there was either nobody else with these abilities or they were taking the hiding thing completely seriously, never wanting to show themselves for fear of being scrutinised because of what they were. He was the same until he met the aliens, it was definitely a desperation attempt incase it was something the General was trying to take from him and in the end that was the case. If he could find the reason why these abilities exist then he could feel some sort of relief, but that didn’t appear to be the case at all.
Looking to his father, it appeared he had some doubts over that possibility and saw something else in it instead, his mind going elsewhere in that regard. Scratching his neck a little he tilted his head, letting out a sigh, “Well, I tried to keep myself a secret, but I guess the General saw me do something or knew what to look for”, he sighed, looking to his father again, “Greater things? I-I don’t know, like what…?”
When his father’s attention shifted away from him, he looked to Yumi and Shu as well just wondering what he was going to say before gasping a little, his eyes quickly turning back to his father. That was some proposal; these guys were space travellers and that was an awfully big step to take for any Kaesstrian. Looking between them quickly he could only wait to see what was said as his mind tried to adjust to such a massive thought process being laid upon him, “I-uhh-woah-umm…that’s a lot to take in…” he said, rubbing his head at the thought of it. Going with them would be dangerous, he knew that, but he would also be with great warriors who he happened to consider his friends and held great power too. He was definitely scared of his new form, but whether they would want that as a burden themselves was something he wasn’t sure if they’d want to consider.
Shu had just finished his food when the General turned to them, the prospect of taking T’charrl along with them suddenly coming to light. Gasping a little at the question, he looked to Yumi quickly and bounced a little on his chair, getting all excited over the thought, “Ooh! Ooh! Should we? Will we? Maybe?? Friends! Many friends!” he squeaked, getting a little too bouncy before he sat back down in his chair, holding his head painfully, “Ooh ohh, ow ow ow…that hurts…”
Viral just wanted to be left alone for now before he just ended up hurting himself, as usual. It was always the case since he got out that he was injured and couldn’t recover very well, if at all. Takeshi didn’t need to worry about that problem, he would eventually heal without so much as a scratch unless it was a terrific injury, but even then scars were something Saiyans gloated over and even humans went as far as to show off theirs. Viral had many scars, some he didn’t even know where they came from. Everything about his previous existence before Vegeta opened up his container was a complete mystery and it made him confused, his existence not opening up to him at all as he continued to search for it.
Humans were such cruel creatures for ever doing this to him, creating a creature and never giving any hint to what his true purpose was. Whether they had made him to destroy or to protect created a very fine line between two polar opposites. Looking to Takeshi as he spoke in total confidence about his ability to control himself, the guarantee that he believed that he would never hurt any of them. Just what did he know, he didn’t know whether he could and was simply assuming such a thing.
He didn’t know what to make of that, but all it managed to do was bring him back to when he nearly killed Vegeta when he first set sight on the very same form that killed his parents. There was another thing; he had killed his own creator out of cold blood. Just what was stopping him from killing the people who called him their friend? He could turn around and cleave them and that would be it, leaving them with one last living memory of him over their bloodied corpses as their belief in his control shattered. Images continued to flash in his mind of that, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to make them disappear but they just wouldn’t leave him. Gasping a little he placed his paw on his chest, finding it hard to breathe as it felt like his windpipe was being crushed by false hope.
Letting out a choking cough he slowly pushed himself up and onto his forearms, his eyes staring up at Takeshi at his continued vote of confidence in his sanity. Good guys don’t kill out of cold blood, they don’t lose control of their abilities. It was all giving him a panic attack as it continued to attack his mind with horrible images, the screams never leaving him and the awful names he was given when truths over his existence were handed to him by those who tortured him, “Things get better?? Just how-…how do they??” he spoke, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe, “You’re better off placing your faith in someone else! Just what do you know what I’ve done…? Even I don’t know what I’ve done! Your belief in me is false…how many times have I been in control of myself??”
Slamming his fist into his sternum to try and get him breathing again he fell back, his paws raising themselves onto his head and pressed against his forehead. Just what control was Takeshi talking about, there was absolutely none there and it would only further delve into non-existence the further along the line he got. He could only beat himself up about it; his pitiful weakness shouldn’t even be visible to the public eye concerning that. Letting out a groan, he tried to control himself before muttering lowly, “I could easily become like your father when you’re all gone…and just what is there to stop me…”
What worried T’charrl the most about what he had managed to do to the tree was definitely the thought that it might end up being chopped down, all because it was a possible nuisance being where it was. It didn’t blot out the sun, its leaves and flowers definitely providing a little shelter but the sun’s rays shone through regardless and reflected off the shining leaves. He was scared over what he had done and how angry it seemed as a result, despite it flowering and awaiting pollination. Nodding a little when his father asked about it further, he gave him a quick look before his eyes were directed out the window, “I didn’t mean to upset it, I was just trying to get rid of the energy…” he sighed, his antennae lowering themselves, “I couldn’t send it into the air, it would had exploded and infected the city…”
T’charrl had done all that he could had done with that energy, but he should had really watched what he was doing and shouldn’t had been so hasty to release it. Whether the tree would get used to having part of itself sticking out like a sore claw could only be a case of waiting and seeing what the future held, if anything at all. Letting out a sigh he lowered his head, frowning a little until his father reached out and touched his arm, his eyes going to his claws before to his father.
Looking to his father, he stared at him curiously at his suggestion of touching up the area, he tilted his head a little before looking out to the window again, trying to imagine what that would be like. It would be similar to what they had done in their own home, possibly, the very thought of people losing their homes over it though made him a little scared. Rubbing the orb protruding from his chest thoughtfully, he looked down for a moment before turning to his father, smiling a little, “It…sounds great. I would feel a lot better about that, maybe the tree would too”, he spoke, lowering his head back down again, “You know, part of me makes me think that maybe…people like me…were supposed to look after the tree…”
Humans were such cruel creatures for ever doing this to him, creating a creature and never giving any hint to what his true purpose was. Whether they had made him to destroy or to protect created a very fine line between two polar opposites. Looking to Takeshi as he spoke in total confidence about his ability to control himself, the guarantee that he believed that he would never hurt any of them. Just what did he know, he didn’t know whether he could and was simply assuming such a thing.
He didn’t know what to make of that, but all it managed to do was bring him back to when he nearly killed Vegeta when he first set sight on the very same form that killed his parents. There was another thing; he had killed his own creator out of cold blood. Just what was stopping him from killing the people who called him their friend? He could turn around and cleave them and that would be it, leaving them with one last living memory of him over their bloodied corpses as their belief in his control shattered. Images continued to flash in his mind of that, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to make them disappear but they just wouldn’t leave him. Gasping a little he placed his paw on his chest, finding it hard to breathe as it felt like his windpipe was being crushed by false hope.
Letting out a choking cough he slowly pushed himself up and onto his forearms, his eyes staring up at Takeshi at his continued vote of confidence in his sanity. Good guys don’t kill out of cold blood, they don’t lose control of their abilities. It was all giving him a panic attack as it continued to attack his mind with horrible images, the screams never leaving him and the awful names he was given when truths over his existence were handed to him by those who tortured him, “Things get better?? Just how-…how do they??” he spoke, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe, “You’re better off placing your faith in someone else! Just what do you know what I’ve done…? Even I don’t know what I’ve done! Your belief in me is false…how many times have I been in control of myself??”
Slamming his fist into his sternum to try and get him breathing again he fell back, his paws raising themselves onto his head and pressed against his forehead. Just what control was Takeshi talking about, there was absolutely none there and it would only further delve into non-existence the further along the line he got. He could only beat himself up about it; his pitiful weakness shouldn’t even be visible to the public eye concerning that. Letting out a groan, he tried to control himself before muttering lowly, “I could easily become like your father when you’re all gone…and just what is there to stop me…”
What worried T’charrl the most about what he had managed to do to the tree was definitely the thought that it might end up being chopped down, all because it was a possible nuisance being where it was. It didn’t blot out the sun, its leaves and flowers definitely providing a little shelter but the sun’s rays shone through regardless and reflected off the shining leaves. He was scared over what he had done and how angry it seemed as a result, despite it flowering and awaiting pollination. Nodding a little when his father asked about it further, he gave him a quick look before his eyes were directed out the window, “I didn’t mean to upset it, I was just trying to get rid of the energy…” he sighed, his antennae lowering themselves, “I couldn’t send it into the air, it would had exploded and infected the city…”
T’charrl had done all that he could had done with that energy, but he should had really watched what he was doing and shouldn’t had been so hasty to release it. Whether the tree would get used to having part of itself sticking out like a sore claw could only be a case of waiting and seeing what the future held, if anything at all. Letting out a sigh he lowered his head, frowning a little until his father reached out and touched his arm, his eyes going to his claws before to his father.
Looking to his father, he stared at him curiously at his suggestion of touching up the area, he tilted his head a little before looking out to the window again, trying to imagine what that would be like. It would be similar to what they had done in their own home, possibly, the very thought of people losing their homes over it though made him a little scared. Rubbing the orb protruding from his chest thoughtfully, he looked down for a moment before turning to his father, smiling a little, “It…sounds great. I would feel a lot better about that, maybe the tree would too”, he spoke, lowering his head back down again, “You know, part of me makes me think that maybe…people like me…were supposed to look after the tree…”
Viral was just at the point where he was completely fed up with it all, his stance on keeping it quiet when everyone seemed to know about it had really broken him to the point of giving up. If they didn’t act like he was ill or weak then he wouldn’t end up feeling so angry over it but as it stood they were apparently too concerned with everything about him and just didn’t want to leave him alone. Maybe if he was alone he wouldn’t have this problem, just complete isolation like he had planned back on the other planet. They would have to let him go sometime, even if it meant to his death in a battle no one could ever hope to survive from.
Looking to Takeshi when he spoke up, he soon simply sighed and looked elsewhere as he contemplated just rolling over and trying to rest again. He didn’t get it, no matter how much he tried to understand it the guy was just going to turn it back to himself every single time. It wasn’t that he killed people, that was something Vegeta had been trying to prevent him from doing all his life, but it was absolutely everything else leading from it and before that which was the problem. Maybe it was the fact that he was a natural killer that bothered him, but trying to eat his victims had just stepped over the line and his hidden past as to why he had such instincts implanted in the first place made him really confused and sorrowful over killing the two people who mattered most in his and Vegeta’s lives.
Slowly rubbing his forehead, Viral let Takeshi talk with a glance at him before letting out a huff. The guy never had to worry over what he was created for; he had plenty going on in his life and could change everything about being a Saiyan Prince, but being created with a set of abilities that could only cause absolute destruction and fear when you were meant to be a guardian created so much conflict in a one-track mind. Moving his paw when Takeshi took hold of his shoulder, he stared at it before watching as it was moved away, letting out a sigh when he offered support, “You think it’s that simple…? The only one who knew anything is dead…because of me! Not even Vegeta knows everything”, he spoke, trying to push himself up but not really getting far when things got dizzying, “None of you know me, not even I know myself! What’s to stop me from doing that to Vegeta…? What’s to stop me from killing all of you?”
Opting to lay down again he removed his arm, sliding back onto the pillow as he scratched his chest, “Killing is in your blood, you’re naturally good at it and no matter what your brother thinks he is too. What is supposed to be in my blood? Is it even blood? I’ve lost my marbles already over all that, I should have been able to control myself, but I couldn’t. Am I any different from your father? The man who tortured me and tested what I could survive from that would otherwise kill any normal creature? I’ve been frustrated over my past all my life, now all it’s doing is catching up with me and I can feel the end in sight, so why bother waiting for it to happen?”
T’charrl was a little afraid to how his father might react, whether he would be guilty for being curious about his abilities or if he would say he’d accept it but in reality he was heartbroken as their future plans were destroyed. He knew about those in the past who had the same ability as his, but whether they ever broke out of their shell and became something else was completely lost to him and there was no doubt that they never had to be in the public eye as a member of royalty. Lowering his head a little he let out a sigh, waiting for the inevitable tone of disappointment until he felt his hand being patted, his eyes looking up with concern. Frowning a little he listened to his father, lowering his head again, “You’ve not seen what my mother’s seen of me…or the Saiyans here…”
That was probably the biggest problem right now and when it might occur, even whether the night might bring it out like all those stories of night monsters he read when he was a kid; those stories had to have come from somewhere, after all. The good thing was T’charrl had managed to expel the energy in the end once his powers advanced his body, but the bad thing was whether people would accept him or if he would have to hide away for good.
Frowning, he watched his father take a seat and calmly began to take what food he wanted, his hunger coming first over concern it seemed. He didn’t mind that, he’d rather his father wasn’t put off from eating because of it all and made him feel a little better that he wasn’t stressing over it too much. Smiling a little at the talk of training, he lowered his head again before his eyes went to Katas who was having a good stare at him. Feeling a little embarrassed over that he scratched at his head, waiting until he had sat down before he let out a sigh, frowning a little, “I-I suppose I should explain the, umm, the tree too”, he spoke, feeling a little put off from mentioning that considering everyone in the city could now see it, “When I expelled the energy into the ground, I didn’t think there would be anything there…but I accidentally charged part of our sacred tree. I can feel it’s connected to our own…and it won’t stop yelling at me for doing that in such a nasty part of the city…”
Looking to Takeshi when he spoke up, he soon simply sighed and looked elsewhere as he contemplated just rolling over and trying to rest again. He didn’t get it, no matter how much he tried to understand it the guy was just going to turn it back to himself every single time. It wasn’t that he killed people, that was something Vegeta had been trying to prevent him from doing all his life, but it was absolutely everything else leading from it and before that which was the problem. Maybe it was the fact that he was a natural killer that bothered him, but trying to eat his victims had just stepped over the line and his hidden past as to why he had such instincts implanted in the first place made him really confused and sorrowful over killing the two people who mattered most in his and Vegeta’s lives.
Slowly rubbing his forehead, Viral let Takeshi talk with a glance at him before letting out a huff. The guy never had to worry over what he was created for; he had plenty going on in his life and could change everything about being a Saiyan Prince, but being created with a set of abilities that could only cause absolute destruction and fear when you were meant to be a guardian created so much conflict in a one-track mind. Moving his paw when Takeshi took hold of his shoulder, he stared at it before watching as it was moved away, letting out a sigh when he offered support, “You think it’s that simple…? The only one who knew anything is dead…because of me! Not even Vegeta knows everything”, he spoke, trying to push himself up but not really getting far when things got dizzying, “None of you know me, not even I know myself! What’s to stop me from doing that to Vegeta…? What’s to stop me from killing all of you?”
Opting to lay down again he removed his arm, sliding back onto the pillow as he scratched his chest, “Killing is in your blood, you’re naturally good at it and no matter what your brother thinks he is too. What is supposed to be in my blood? Is it even blood? I’ve lost my marbles already over all that, I should have been able to control myself, but I couldn’t. Am I any different from your father? The man who tortured me and tested what I could survive from that would otherwise kill any normal creature? I’ve been frustrated over my past all my life, now all it’s doing is catching up with me and I can feel the end in sight, so why bother waiting for it to happen?”
T’charrl was a little afraid to how his father might react, whether he would be guilty for being curious about his abilities or if he would say he’d accept it but in reality he was heartbroken as their future plans were destroyed. He knew about those in the past who had the same ability as his, but whether they ever broke out of their shell and became something else was completely lost to him and there was no doubt that they never had to be in the public eye as a member of royalty. Lowering his head a little he let out a sigh, waiting for the inevitable tone of disappointment until he felt his hand being patted, his eyes looking up with concern. Frowning a little he listened to his father, lowering his head again, “You’ve not seen what my mother’s seen of me…or the Saiyans here…”
That was probably the biggest problem right now and when it might occur, even whether the night might bring it out like all those stories of night monsters he read when he was a kid; those stories had to have come from somewhere, after all. The good thing was T’charrl had managed to expel the energy in the end once his powers advanced his body, but the bad thing was whether people would accept him or if he would have to hide away for good.
Frowning, he watched his father take a seat and calmly began to take what food he wanted, his hunger coming first over concern it seemed. He didn’t mind that, he’d rather his father wasn’t put off from eating because of it all and made him feel a little better that he wasn’t stressing over it too much. Smiling a little at the talk of training, he lowered his head again before his eyes went to Katas who was having a good stare at him. Feeling a little embarrassed over that he scratched at his head, waiting until he had sat down before he let out a sigh, frowning a little, “I-I suppose I should explain the, umm, the tree too”, he spoke, feeling a little put off from mentioning that considering everyone in the city could now see it, “When I expelled the energy into the ground, I didn’t think there would be anything there…but I accidentally charged part of our sacred tree. I can feel it’s connected to our own…and it won’t stop yelling at me for doing that in such a nasty part of the city…”
Viral felt like such a coward, running away from his problems and refusing to confront them like he should be doing. Everybody else had managed to confront their own problems, yet his lingered on under a strange name of an illness he had never heard of before. He shouldn’t had been scared, yet he was being completely irrational while being unable to turn himself around and actually try to rid himself of such problems. He might as well go and find his final fight just now, seeing as how he was doing absolutely nothing useful here other than lie around like a lazy pet that couldn’t even protect his masters.
Viral kept his eyes off Takeshi pretty well, his mind trying to refuse he even existed and was saying the things he was currently. He was too ashamed to take any of that, his anger at himself taking over quicker than any illness could ever manage. Moving his paw slowly over his head, he only gave Takeshi a little glance to see if he was still looking at him, not feeling terribly pleased that he was still, “Just-….why are you so stubborn…”
It was a little unbearable, especially when Takeshi wasn’t going away with that plate of food. He just wouldn’t give up unless Viral got up and threw him across the garden but even then he’d probably just come right back and demand even more off him. Slowly moving his paw way to rub at his stomach, he caught sight of Takeshi still staring down at him, demanding yet more from him this time in the form of seeking answers. Sighing lightly as he stared up at Takeshi, he slowly looked away again and huffed, looking like it was something he’d be made fun of at a later date, “…Everything tastes like blood. All I taste is blood, the flesh of others force-fed into me by myself…all of it, and when I changed I-…forget it! It’s just stupid psychology…it’s stupid I even have that problem! I know it’s not blood!”
While Shu had gone back to eating fairly merrily without so much as a second thought about it, T’charrl had stopped for a moment to look between them, curiously wondering what they were talking about. The food was so good, his hunger seemed endless and yet it had probably ended ages ago while now he was just being a glutton. Looking between everyone for a moment he looked up when he noticed a little flash out of the corner of his eye, seeing that his mother had finished up and was looking down at him.
T’charrl didn’t know how to take the next thing she announced, even though it was something he was planning on doing before food. Frowning a little bit, he looked away and nodded, looking back up just in time to get a little kiss and a comforting stroke to his fur. He hoped he would be okay, he knew his father didn’t like change too much but had seemed interested in his powers, but when it changed him this much it was probably a safe bet he wasn’t going to be okay with seeing him like this, “Uhhh, y-yes. I’ll try to be, Mother”, he nodded, watching her head on out to swap places in watching the General.
He was fairly nervous now, his claws tapping against each other as he waited for the inevitable questioning his father would give him over this. He only had a minute before they would come in and both question him probably, especially seeing how much had changed. At least he was well fed now and not in any danger of going berserk, probably the most important element right now.
Frowning a little when he heard the door open, he lowered his head and tried to keep to himself, hopefully diverting attention away for now as the food was the main focus. Everything seemed good so far, there wasn’t any fuss just yet and there was even a brief pause; however, when things remained silent T’charrl couldn’t help but feel eyes on him as he sat ever so quietly. Looking up a little, it was his father who was the first to spot his strangeness as his full attention was given to him alone; he even walked around the room just to get close to him.
Frowning, he raised his shoulders a little, giving a quick look up before flinching at the question, his hand going to his head immediately, “F-Father…” he muttered, slowly raising his hand again, “I-…I-I’m sorry, I let my power go to my head a-and in the fight I…absorbed a lot of energy and couldn’t get rid of it…” Finding it hard to talk about it to his father he let out a sigh, raising his hand to his head again as if trying to cover it again, “It mutated me…changed my body into something powerful and beyond my control. The General twisted me accidentally when he was trying to kill me; I find it surprising how I’m keeping control even now, but then again, I’ve ate a lot more food than I should had…”
Viral kept his eyes off Takeshi pretty well, his mind trying to refuse he even existed and was saying the things he was currently. He was too ashamed to take any of that, his anger at himself taking over quicker than any illness could ever manage. Moving his paw slowly over his head, he only gave Takeshi a little glance to see if he was still looking at him, not feeling terribly pleased that he was still, “Just-….why are you so stubborn…”
It was a little unbearable, especially when Takeshi wasn’t going away with that plate of food. He just wouldn’t give up unless Viral got up and threw him across the garden but even then he’d probably just come right back and demand even more off him. Slowly moving his paw way to rub at his stomach, he caught sight of Takeshi still staring down at him, demanding yet more from him this time in the form of seeking answers. Sighing lightly as he stared up at Takeshi, he slowly looked away again and huffed, looking like it was something he’d be made fun of at a later date, “…Everything tastes like blood. All I taste is blood, the flesh of others force-fed into me by myself…all of it, and when I changed I-…forget it! It’s just stupid psychology…it’s stupid I even have that problem! I know it’s not blood!”
While Shu had gone back to eating fairly merrily without so much as a second thought about it, T’charrl had stopped for a moment to look between them, curiously wondering what they were talking about. The food was so good, his hunger seemed endless and yet it had probably ended ages ago while now he was just being a glutton. Looking between everyone for a moment he looked up when he noticed a little flash out of the corner of his eye, seeing that his mother had finished up and was looking down at him.
T’charrl didn’t know how to take the next thing she announced, even though it was something he was planning on doing before food. Frowning a little bit, he looked away and nodded, looking back up just in time to get a little kiss and a comforting stroke to his fur. He hoped he would be okay, he knew his father didn’t like change too much but had seemed interested in his powers, but when it changed him this much it was probably a safe bet he wasn’t going to be okay with seeing him like this, “Uhhh, y-yes. I’ll try to be, Mother”, he nodded, watching her head on out to swap places in watching the General.
He was fairly nervous now, his claws tapping against each other as he waited for the inevitable questioning his father would give him over this. He only had a minute before they would come in and both question him probably, especially seeing how much had changed. At least he was well fed now and not in any danger of going berserk, probably the most important element right now.
Frowning a little when he heard the door open, he lowered his head and tried to keep to himself, hopefully diverting attention away for now as the food was the main focus. Everything seemed good so far, there wasn’t any fuss just yet and there was even a brief pause; however, when things remained silent T’charrl couldn’t help but feel eyes on him as he sat ever so quietly. Looking up a little, it was his father who was the first to spot his strangeness as his full attention was given to him alone; he even walked around the room just to get close to him.
Frowning, he raised his shoulders a little, giving a quick look up before flinching at the question, his hand going to his head immediately, “F-Father…” he muttered, slowly raising his hand again, “I-…I-I’m sorry, I let my power go to my head a-and in the fight I…absorbed a lot of energy and couldn’t get rid of it…” Finding it hard to talk about it to his father he let out a sigh, raising his hand to his head again as if trying to cover it again, “It mutated me…changed my body into something powerful and beyond my control. The General twisted me accidentally when he was trying to kill me; I find it surprising how I’m keeping control even now, but then again, I’ve ate a lot more food than I should had…”
Viral just really didn’t want to eat right now and was now wishing he was left alone if only to be relieved from the smell of the food. He didn’t know if his stomach could handle it; it had been damaged and the recent past experiences had him tasting blood every time he looked at food. He was just too weak to handle food; he was too weak to do anything. Covering his face as if in shame of having eyes set upon him right now, he grumbled at Takeshi, “If I die in battle, then that’s it. Did you just compare me to a plant…” he muttered, looking up a little, “I can’t do it, just…eat the food yourself…”
He was such a coward, such a disgrace when he couldn’t even handle something as simple as food. Everything about food made him feel ill, the trauma of his previous experience had just drilled a hole in his mind and it couldn’t be repaired. Some warrior he had turned out to be, defeated by the simple basics of life that all living organisms needed. Feeling completely ashamed of himself, he only gave Takeshi a quick look before hiding his face again. He didn’t know how to feel about Takeshi training with him, all he’d do is fail and end up looking like a complete idiot just like before. Nothing was looking up for him, lying on the ground like this was his official low point and it didn’t help that he was feeling the chill in the air when there shouldn’t had been any.
Hearing Takeshi shift around something he uncovered his face and looked to see what he was doing, seeing him shift around a strange fruit. Letting out a groan Viral slowly shifted himself, trying to move away from the offer of fruit, “What…? Don’t you understand ‘no’…” He was on the verge of forcing it down with an offer of training to go along with the fruit, it wasn’t even worth it all that much considering how he felt about the stuff. Looking up at the fruit, Viral narrowed his gaze as it was simply being seen as a challenge now, even if it would most likely defeat him if he ever tried.
Slowly pushing himself up, he gave Takeshi a glaring at before looking down at the fruit. He didn’t exactly eat fruit when he could eat, he didn’t even feel sure whether he could stomach to look at meat either right now. He didn’t want to be defeated by this, he couldn’t be defeated by this and yet it was slowly getting to that point where even the most pathetic thing would take him down. Shakily reaching out for the fruit, he took hold of it for a second before dropping it again, pulling his hand away and wiping down his hand, “Ugh, damnit…I can’t! You go eat it yourself! Just leave me alone here like everyone else!”
Shu held his head, giving a little smile to Yumi when he was told off. He was fairly alright with trying to keep calm and not move around so much, especially when it made him dizzy and sore like that. Looking to Kabocha he smiled a little, tilting his head a little before sighing, “Uhhh…I guess sort of? Not all the time, just especially since we found each other again”, he nodded, rubbing his chest a little, “I don’t know why it’s important, though. It’s a bit weird to care about something like that…”
Looking to Yumi, he gave his head a brief scratch before reaching for a bit of food, giving T’charrl a quick look too. The guy was still wolfing down food; poor guy must had been desperate for it but it did make Shu wonder where it was all going. Tilting his head a little he gave a smile, eating the food as he watched Yumi talk to Kabocha just curious to what she was saying about Takeshi. He didn’t understand it, he didn’t really notice this kind of stuff so it was a little odd to say the least, “Huh? I didn’t notice anything, I mean…do I need to? He’s the first person I ever made friends with since I went into your world so I don’t see anything wrong with it…I mean, apart from him going to see Mister Viral…”
He was such a coward, such a disgrace when he couldn’t even handle something as simple as food. Everything about food made him feel ill, the trauma of his previous experience had just drilled a hole in his mind and it couldn’t be repaired. Some warrior he had turned out to be, defeated by the simple basics of life that all living organisms needed. Feeling completely ashamed of himself, he only gave Takeshi a quick look before hiding his face again. He didn’t know how to feel about Takeshi training with him, all he’d do is fail and end up looking like a complete idiot just like before. Nothing was looking up for him, lying on the ground like this was his official low point and it didn’t help that he was feeling the chill in the air when there shouldn’t had been any.
Hearing Takeshi shift around something he uncovered his face and looked to see what he was doing, seeing him shift around a strange fruit. Letting out a groan Viral slowly shifted himself, trying to move away from the offer of fruit, “What…? Don’t you understand ‘no’…” He was on the verge of forcing it down with an offer of training to go along with the fruit, it wasn’t even worth it all that much considering how he felt about the stuff. Looking up at the fruit, Viral narrowed his gaze as it was simply being seen as a challenge now, even if it would most likely defeat him if he ever tried.
Slowly pushing himself up, he gave Takeshi a glaring at before looking down at the fruit. He didn’t exactly eat fruit when he could eat, he didn’t even feel sure whether he could stomach to look at meat either right now. He didn’t want to be defeated by this, he couldn’t be defeated by this and yet it was slowly getting to that point where even the most pathetic thing would take him down. Shakily reaching out for the fruit, he took hold of it for a second before dropping it again, pulling his hand away and wiping down his hand, “Ugh, damnit…I can’t! You go eat it yourself! Just leave me alone here like everyone else!”
Shu held his head, giving a little smile to Yumi when he was told off. He was fairly alright with trying to keep calm and not move around so much, especially when it made him dizzy and sore like that. Looking to Kabocha he smiled a little, tilting his head a little before sighing, “Uhhh…I guess sort of? Not all the time, just especially since we found each other again”, he nodded, rubbing his chest a little, “I don’t know why it’s important, though. It’s a bit weird to care about something like that…”
Looking to Yumi, he gave his head a brief scratch before reaching for a bit of food, giving T’charrl a quick look too. The guy was still wolfing down food; poor guy must had been desperate for it but it did make Shu wonder where it was all going. Tilting his head a little he gave a smile, eating the food as he watched Yumi talk to Kabocha just curious to what she was saying about Takeshi. He didn’t understand it, he didn’t really notice this kind of stuff so it was a little odd to say the least, “Huh? I didn’t notice anything, I mean…do I need to? He’s the first person I ever made friends with since I went into your world so I don’t see anything wrong with it…I mean, apart from him going to see Mister Viral…”
Shu was a little curious by that, considering he had been sitting with them for ages at a time and now he wasn’t here when there was so much food to go around. He hadn’t seen him eat a thing since they got here and it was a little sad, he must had been really hungry by now and yet he was getting nothing when he was outside all by himself. Thinking about how lonely the guy must had been, the sudden realisation Vegeta and Yumi had over it was a little surprising as he almost jumped out of his skin. Looking to the window again he smiled a little, finding their concern to be a little encouraging when they hadn’t completely forgotten their friend.
Rubbing his head a little, Shu felt curious to who would be the first to actually go and do anything about it until Yumi looked like the one to be the first to go as she pushed her own food away in depression but was soon interrupted by Takeshi who insisted he’d go instead. Looking between them he smiled, bouncing a little on his chair until it got to be too much and he had to hold his head, “Ooohhh…dizzy dizzy…” he squeaked a giggle before watching Takeshi leave. It was nice that he offered, plus it meant Yumi didn’t have to feel awkward and have to forget about her food while Takeshi looked about finished.
Viral was definitely feeling fairly down at this point, opting to lay on his side now that he could turn around and not have to worry about his guts leaking out. While his wounds had healed up there was still the tender feeling and not to mention he didn’t have enough blood to support himself, making him feel even worse. While he wasn’t feeling as bad as before, it didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling utterly and completely useless still with his only comfort right now being some pillows to lie on. Everything was fairly quiet, even the aliens with the criminal General were fairly quiet and everyone else was inside.
Resting his eyes as he lay on his arm, the strange scent picking up around him soon ended up depositing itself right in front of him in the form of Takeshi with something in his hands. Opening his eyes and looking at him as he stood almost towering over him, he was a little taken back before watching him sit down, “What are you-“ he paused, catching the scent of the food as it was lowered and almost gagging as a result. Food still made him feel unwell now that he had been put off it for so long, causing him to turn away from Takeshi completely and lie facing the other way, “I don’t want food! I can’t eat it; take it away from me…”
Feeling pretty relaxed, Shu went back to eating his food in an undignified manner as usual. He was really enjoying the plethora of flavours, all of it so delightful to his senses and just making him feel good and warm inside. Continuing his happy munch, he looked up when Kabocha spoke up, presumably to him considering he was staring at him and asking about Takeshi. Swallowing what he had he looked to the window before back again, tilting his head, “Huh? Wha? No…is there something wrong with being happy?” he asked, giving his fingers a quick lick, “I got a lot happier when I realised I had family, maybe that’s why? Do you feel happy around family? Family is nice to have, makes me feel warm inside…”
Rubbing his head a little, Shu felt curious to who would be the first to actually go and do anything about it until Yumi looked like the one to be the first to go as she pushed her own food away in depression but was soon interrupted by Takeshi who insisted he’d go instead. Looking between them he smiled, bouncing a little on his chair until it got to be too much and he had to hold his head, “Ooohhh…dizzy dizzy…” he squeaked a giggle before watching Takeshi leave. It was nice that he offered, plus it meant Yumi didn’t have to feel awkward and have to forget about her food while Takeshi looked about finished.
Viral was definitely feeling fairly down at this point, opting to lay on his side now that he could turn around and not have to worry about his guts leaking out. While his wounds had healed up there was still the tender feeling and not to mention he didn’t have enough blood to support himself, making him feel even worse. While he wasn’t feeling as bad as before, it didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling utterly and completely useless still with his only comfort right now being some pillows to lie on. Everything was fairly quiet, even the aliens with the criminal General were fairly quiet and everyone else was inside.
Resting his eyes as he lay on his arm, the strange scent picking up around him soon ended up depositing itself right in front of him in the form of Takeshi with something in his hands. Opening his eyes and looking at him as he stood almost towering over him, he was a little taken back before watching him sit down, “What are you-“ he paused, catching the scent of the food as it was lowered and almost gagging as a result. Food still made him feel unwell now that he had been put off it for so long, causing him to turn away from Takeshi completely and lie facing the other way, “I don’t want food! I can’t eat it; take it away from me…”
Feeling pretty relaxed, Shu went back to eating his food in an undignified manner as usual. He was really enjoying the plethora of flavours, all of it so delightful to his senses and just making him feel good and warm inside. Continuing his happy munch, he looked up when Kabocha spoke up, presumably to him considering he was staring at him and asking about Takeshi. Swallowing what he had he looked to the window before back again, tilting his head, “Huh? Wha? No…is there something wrong with being happy?” he asked, giving his fingers a quick lick, “I got a lot happier when I realised I had family, maybe that’s why? Do you feel happy around family? Family is nice to have, makes me feel warm inside…”
T’charrl was fairly happy that Takeshi had eventually given up resisting and his mother had let him do his work, especially when it was probably the last person he needed to do for now. He wasn’t feeling too hurt, his legs were still weak but he had his hands to support himself if he ever nearly fell over so that was probably a good thing when they were even longer than before. The healing had gone pretty well, especially considering they weren’t too bad to begin with when there was nothing vital damaged; how, all he needed to do was wait for dinner to get ready.
Probably the biggest problem he had right now when it came to the table was sitting on the chairs. His knees went straight into the air and his lower abdomen just stuck out pretty bad if anyone was going to end up tripping up over it. If he was going to sit anywhere it was somewhere where he couldn’t be tripped up upon or he’d have to move pretty quickly if someone did want passed. Staring at the food with a determined glare as if it would jump right off the table, he looked to the others who began to take what they wanted, even Shu reaching over and grabbing some of the food. T’charrl was pretty polite like his mother as he waited for everyone to be served before beginning himself.
T’charrl grabbed everything he could, picking up whatever was in reach before shoving it in his mouth. He wasn’t caring what he was picking up or eating, everything was just food to him at this point and he really needed the energy. Eating meat was very strange, especially when it was something he had never done before so he could have easily ended up rejecting it for fruit instead; however, with his body changing his dietary requirements had changed too and meat just happened to suit his state of mind. He didn’t know what to think of it, all he knew was he was filling up his belly and quickly being changed into energy he could use himself. The more he ate the brighter the orbs on his body became, showing just how important good nutrition was for his energy levels.
Shu was eating too, he was enjoying eating all the fruit and some meat on the side, but he was very distracted at the same time. Everyone else apart from him and T’charrl had forgotten, it seemed, seeing as how everybody was in a rush to get in and get the food. While T’charrl had tried to overcome his nerves, Shu did try to give some comfort but everything was being fairly hard to accomplish. Munching his food quickly, he looked to Yumi before to Vegeta, tilting his head a little, “This is all very nice…but, umm…aren’t you forgetting something…?”
The twins were fairly quick to eating their meal as well, but Kai didn’t eat as fast as Choi was. Kai still had his manners and was eating at a reasonable speed, but he was still going to eat as much as he could when he knew they weren’t going to sit around here for too long and end up going off into space again once they retrieved their parents. He was still waiting and seeing if T’charrl really could do it, but seeing as how T’charrl knew how to do it before he mutated then it shouldn’t be something that wasn’t a possibility in the first place without having to sap someone’s energy. Looking to Shu when he spoke up, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and look towards the window, trying to see what he was referring to.
Probably the biggest problem he had right now when it came to the table was sitting on the chairs. His knees went straight into the air and his lower abdomen just stuck out pretty bad if anyone was going to end up tripping up over it. If he was going to sit anywhere it was somewhere where he couldn’t be tripped up upon or he’d have to move pretty quickly if someone did want passed. Staring at the food with a determined glare as if it would jump right off the table, he looked to the others who began to take what they wanted, even Shu reaching over and grabbing some of the food. T’charrl was pretty polite like his mother as he waited for everyone to be served before beginning himself.
T’charrl grabbed everything he could, picking up whatever was in reach before shoving it in his mouth. He wasn’t caring what he was picking up or eating, everything was just food to him at this point and he really needed the energy. Eating meat was very strange, especially when it was something he had never done before so he could have easily ended up rejecting it for fruit instead; however, with his body changing his dietary requirements had changed too and meat just happened to suit his state of mind. He didn’t know what to think of it, all he knew was he was filling up his belly and quickly being changed into energy he could use himself. The more he ate the brighter the orbs on his body became, showing just how important good nutrition was for his energy levels.
Shu was eating too, he was enjoying eating all the fruit and some meat on the side, but he was very distracted at the same time. Everyone else apart from him and T’charrl had forgotten, it seemed, seeing as how everybody was in a rush to get in and get the food. While T’charrl had tried to overcome his nerves, Shu did try to give some comfort but everything was being fairly hard to accomplish. Munching his food quickly, he looked to Yumi before to Vegeta, tilting his head a little, “This is all very nice…but, umm…aren’t you forgetting something…?”
The twins were fairly quick to eating their meal as well, but Kai didn’t eat as fast as Choi was. Kai still had his manners and was eating at a reasonable speed, but he was still going to eat as much as he could when he knew they weren’t going to sit around here for too long and end up going off into space again once they retrieved their parents. He was still waiting and seeing if T’charrl really could do it, but seeing as how T’charrl knew how to do it before he mutated then it shouldn’t be something that wasn’t a possibility in the first place without having to sap someone’s energy. Looking to Shu when he spoke up, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and look towards the window, trying to see what he was referring to.
T’charrl felt like he had so much to do, but he was doing it with a variety of reasons in his mind. He was still completely stressed out, his future seeming to be the scariest part of all this right now. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but if he could help everyone possible then maybe he wouldn’t feel so bad about his own problems. It hurt him to have to take so much from someone to give to another, as if he had to cause them discomfort for his own use. T’charrl really wanted to help Takeshi for all that he did; the guy was willing to fight for him, he nearly got killed for him and was even willing to search the forest for him when he was under heavy stress despite being injured. Looking up at Vegeta and seeing his eyes on his orbs he ended up quickly looking away, raising his hands up to his chest and rubbing them together timidly.
Kai had no doubt that they might find some use for T’charrl on the field, even if it meant giving him some energy until he possibly gained more for himself or became more powerful. That would be odd, seeing T’charrl become stronger when the General was in peak condition and that was just plain scary. Looking to T’charrl before his eyes moved to Vegeta with the snatch from Yumi, he pulled at Choi’s arm and followed them in as well, giving one last look towards Takeshi and Shu. Takeshi needed good luck to keep that kid from flying off the walls while he was still recovering. With all things considered, right now they could do with relaxing themselves and cooking, something that had never really been all that relaxing until they were taken in by Takeshi’s group.
Shu felt pretty happy, he was glad that he was able to move even if his head still felt heavy and sore. T’charrl had done the best he could have done and that was very relieving, but there were of course a couple of issues that should be attended to. He seemed a lot more stressed than what he had been before, probably because of this new body of his. He was very big but still skinny with stocky shoulders, but most of their race had stocky shoulders anyway. His colouration was strange, changing every so often too while the gems remained the same yet almost pulsed a strange energy. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a little worried, especially when an appearance change couldn’t be the only reason he was so nervous now.
Looking between Takeshi and T’charrl curiously, he tilted his head a little before giving it a rub, still feeling the ache. It wasn’t as if he was low on energy, he was just a bit sore and a little hungry but his energy was plentiful. Slowly moving closer to T’charrl as if to give him a hint, he looked to the Queen as she suddenly spoke up, giving a little smile to her before looking between her and Takeshi, eventually opting to speak up, “I-I can give some energy for Takeshi now or later if he wants…” he muttered, giving a little smile, “Don’t want him to work too much, but Takeshi’s still hurt and that’s not a very nice feeling to be hurt”.
T’charrl looked up to his mother and frowned a little, lowering his head when he was giving a head rub. He didn’t want to make his mother feel bad for him having to do so much work, but it was the only thing keeping absolutely everything else off his mind and preventing him from crumbling into a pitiful state of worries and stresses, “Mother…I-“ he spoke, but soon Shu spoke up with the offer of some of his energy to help Takeshi. It was a very good offer, but whether his mother and Takeshi would want to do that was up to them, “Shu…that would be lovely, but I don’t want to disappoint Mother or Takeshi, so…if you two are okay with that I can heal your wounds? Besides, your friends ran off and forgot about something only you can attend to right now…”
Kai had no doubt that they might find some use for T’charrl on the field, even if it meant giving him some energy until he possibly gained more for himself or became more powerful. That would be odd, seeing T’charrl become stronger when the General was in peak condition and that was just plain scary. Looking to T’charrl before his eyes moved to Vegeta with the snatch from Yumi, he pulled at Choi’s arm and followed them in as well, giving one last look towards Takeshi and Shu. Takeshi needed good luck to keep that kid from flying off the walls while he was still recovering. With all things considered, right now they could do with relaxing themselves and cooking, something that had never really been all that relaxing until they were taken in by Takeshi’s group.
Shu felt pretty happy, he was glad that he was able to move even if his head still felt heavy and sore. T’charrl had done the best he could have done and that was very relieving, but there were of course a couple of issues that should be attended to. He seemed a lot more stressed than what he had been before, probably because of this new body of his. He was very big but still skinny with stocky shoulders, but most of their race had stocky shoulders anyway. His colouration was strange, changing every so often too while the gems remained the same yet almost pulsed a strange energy. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a little worried, especially when an appearance change couldn’t be the only reason he was so nervous now.
Looking between Takeshi and T’charrl curiously, he tilted his head a little before giving it a rub, still feeling the ache. It wasn’t as if he was low on energy, he was just a bit sore and a little hungry but his energy was plentiful. Slowly moving closer to T’charrl as if to give him a hint, he looked to the Queen as she suddenly spoke up, giving a little smile to her before looking between her and Takeshi, eventually opting to speak up, “I-I can give some energy for Takeshi now or later if he wants…” he muttered, giving a little smile, “Don’t want him to work too much, but Takeshi’s still hurt and that’s not a very nice feeling to be hurt”.
T’charrl looked up to his mother and frowned a little, lowering his head when he was giving a head rub. He didn’t want to make his mother feel bad for him having to do so much work, but it was the only thing keeping absolutely everything else off his mind and preventing him from crumbling into a pitiful state of worries and stresses, “Mother…I-“ he spoke, but soon Shu spoke up with the offer of some of his energy to help Takeshi. It was a very good offer, but whether his mother and Takeshi would want to do that was up to them, “Shu…that would be lovely, but I don’t want to disappoint Mother or Takeshi, so…if you two are okay with that I can heal your wounds? Besides, your friends ran off and forgot about something only you can attend to right now…”
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