Shu gave Takeshi a big smile, feeling fully confident in him and his willingness to look after him. He didn’t want to go in and sleep all alone in a bed, everything else only proving to swirl its bad energy around him and give him nightmares. He wanted to feel safe and even if it was just Takeshi keeping him company, it was still someone and having just one person made him all the more happier, “Thanks…really! I’m scared when I’m alone now, but not anymore with you”. He was pretty happy with that, knowing that Takeshi was going to help him get rid of them once and for all. There was many a bad night where he wouldn’t be able to get sleep because he was afraid of what would come in the morning, his nightmare often being just that. He wished he could handle it better, but he was also glad that he wasn’t at the stage that Viral was with his own mental condition. It was only the first week in captivity that Viral had been brave, but then after that he had changed quite drastically, becoming quiet and shut away.
Hearing about the god was certainly strange, its tale not quite so brilliant when all it did was go away after defeating Goku twice. There wasn’t any reason behind it that he could think of, only that they fought and just went their separate ways right after everything was said and done. Letting out a sigh, he turned back to his food, grabbing some more, “I hope he doesn’t come back or do anything else bad. Maybe he got bored…” Munching on some of his food, he looked up when Takeshi decided to compliment the twins, giving them a smile before something else had grabbed Takeshi’s attention. Looking towards him, he tilted his head before slowly looking over to see what he was seeing, his eyes going to Yumi and Viral who appeared to be in some sort of food ritual. It was definitely strange to see, but Viral didn’t look like he was enjoying it one bit.
Viral could only let out a cough in response to what happened to him, his hand trying to assist in getting it down before he could breathe freely without coughing the fish up. He didn’t know what to make of that, it happened fairly suddenly and his body hadn’t had time to react to the food being in his mouth. Staring down at the table for a moment, he frowned before looking up at Yumi, feeling embarrassed over what had happened rather than horrified. Letting out a groan, his eyes casually shifted towards the others for a second. They were looking at him; the twins, Takeshi, even Shu was staring at him. Looking away rather quickly, he stared downwards before quickly looking up to Yumi, pulling back slightly when she held out the fish for him, “W-What?? No I-…I don’t know, don’t…” he spoke hastily, raising his paw, “I’m fine…I’m fine! Please don’t…I don’t need more…”
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Shu didn’t exactly have much of a problem with creating an opinion surrounding only being at a place for a day, he was pretty quick to pick up impressions and he had definitely managed to do such a thing when visiting Takeshi’s house. He didn’t think he would ever be liked by Takeshi enough for him to want to stay with him, if even for a day; he even expected to have to sleep outside rather than being allowed to come into the house, “I don’t mind where I sleep! I don’t want to sleep alone just now…so maybe later, yes? I’m still scared of being by myself”, he spoke, giving his head a quick shake, “I still have bad dreams and they’re scary…” Feeling pretty happy even after that unpleasant thought, he gave a quick nod at Takeshi’s suggestion, bouncing on his seat a little, “Oooh! That would be nice! If I remember where they are…I can maybe remember! I can follow the path I took to get to the stony jungle place…but that will take a while maybe…”
The whole Bills thing had definitely left Shu feeling pretty confused still, especially now that Takeshi was saying he was but also wasn’t what he thought a person was. That didn’t make any sense at all, but the mention that he was a god definitely had him quite confused. They had just killed a god and yet this guy was so powerful that not even his idol Goku could beat him. Tilting his head a little, he stared at him before looking down at his food, “I-If Goku couldn’t beat him, then how did he…you know, not cause destruction?” he asked curiously, feeling as if he was missing something, “I don’t know what would stop someone with destruction in their name only for them to not want to destroy things…”
Viral was fairly worried at this point, seeing as how he was putting everything into the trust of Vegeta and Yumi. He was fairly embarrassed too, seeing as how he was practically surrounded by everyone and needing to be fed like a child. It was all a worrying state of mind to be in, his memories hardly doing a thing to keep themselves at bay either just so he could eat some food. Shutting his eyes, his only working shoulder raised slightly in worry as he heard Yumi deciding to be the one to go ahead with the plan. He didn’t want to think about it, it was just going to be something stuck in his mouth and for him to swallow it because it was going to give him more trouble if he couldn’t do so. Opening his mouth slightly, he soon began to growl when Yumi openly mocked him, “I swear…I will bite your fingers if you eve-!“ Yumi had near enough thrown the fish into his mouth, or at least that’s what it felt like to him. He gasped at first, his paw going to his neck as he inadvertently swallowed it, almost choking on it instead.
The whole Bills thing had definitely left Shu feeling pretty confused still, especially now that Takeshi was saying he was but also wasn’t what he thought a person was. That didn’t make any sense at all, but the mention that he was a god definitely had him quite confused. They had just killed a god and yet this guy was so powerful that not even his idol Goku could beat him. Tilting his head a little, he stared at him before looking down at his food, “I-If Goku couldn’t beat him, then how did he…you know, not cause destruction?” he asked curiously, feeling as if he was missing something, “I don’t know what would stop someone with destruction in their name only for them to not want to destroy things…”
Viral was fairly worried at this point, seeing as how he was putting everything into the trust of Vegeta and Yumi. He was fairly embarrassed too, seeing as how he was practically surrounded by everyone and needing to be fed like a child. It was all a worrying state of mind to be in, his memories hardly doing a thing to keep themselves at bay either just so he could eat some food. Shutting his eyes, his only working shoulder raised slightly in worry as he heard Yumi deciding to be the one to go ahead with the plan. He didn’t want to think about it, it was just going to be something stuck in his mouth and for him to swallow it because it was going to give him more trouble if he couldn’t do so. Opening his mouth slightly, he soon began to growl when Yumi openly mocked him, “I swear…I will bite your fingers if you eve-!“ Yumi had near enough thrown the fish into his mouth, or at least that’s what it felt like to him. He gasped at first, his paw going to his neck as he inadvertently swallowed it, almost choking on it instead.
Shu was fairly content with everything, seeing as how he had now managed to get his fair share of food and was now ready to go to Earth. He needed to see his friends here before he left, it would be unfair to leave them and assume that they were now safe from the terrors that were whatever those monsters were. Munching on some of the food, he smiled and nodded at Takeshi, feeling it would be nice to catch a nap again in Takeshi’s home where he could relax with his brother, “Yeah! I’d never stayed in someone’s home before, someone I didn’t know”, he spoke quickly, looking back to his plate, “Well, I mean…I stayed with the people who taught me how to speak, but I knew them after so long being with them…”
While Takeshi’s words confused him, the little explanations he gave were certainly helping, or at least he thought they might. He wasn’t sure what he would need to pay money for if he hadn’t been home for a very long time, but maybe that was something only independent people would know about and he would just have to learn that the fact existed. Smiling at him, he gave a little nod, looking back to his food, “Poor Bills, everyone should be a person!” he spoke, giving a little smile back, “Even if I don’t know what makes a person ‘a person’, it is still nice to think everyone is even when they don’t look the same. I know some people wouldn’t call me a person because I act and look different…”
Viral felt fairly conflicted, only giving Yumi a frown when she still refused to kill him if he ever got out of control. It would have to happen eventually, if he might end up going crazy and end up killing more people. He could become uncontrollable once they were gone and if there was nobody strong enough to take him down then there was going to be many deaths throughout, maybe if either of them ever had kids then they would have to deal with him instead. There was little to stop that from happening, yet they were willing to let it be. Letting out a sigh, he frowned at Yumi before shaking his head, looking away again, “I know you’re just trying to help…I just…can’t help it”, he spoke, lowering his tone, “It’s not the taste I’m worried about…it’s the memories that come with it”.
He was worried he might end up transforming, but if this was his life then he was going to have to get used to it and learn how to control it; however, he wasn’t sure how he was to accomplish that. It was a natural part of him and it emerging violently like it had been doing was bringing him down by a great deal when it was simply too vicious to control. He wondered where it came from as well, whether it was a side effect to go with his ability to track the Dragonballs to change; then again, the form could easily be seen as a cross between a cat and a shark too. Preferring to keep his mind off it, he quickly rubbed his head sorely before his eyes went to Vegeta, his expression changing a little. He shouldn’t be acting like this, he was afraid of something he hadn’t even tried and the pressure they were laying on him was getting to be a little too much. Letting out a groan, he shut his eyes for a moment before letting out a snort, slowly sitting back again, “…Fine, I’ll do the closing my eyes…I’ll try…”
While Takeshi’s words confused him, the little explanations he gave were certainly helping, or at least he thought they might. He wasn’t sure what he would need to pay money for if he hadn’t been home for a very long time, but maybe that was something only independent people would know about and he would just have to learn that the fact existed. Smiling at him, he gave a little nod, looking back to his food, “Poor Bills, everyone should be a person!” he spoke, giving a little smile back, “Even if I don’t know what makes a person ‘a person’, it is still nice to think everyone is even when they don’t look the same. I know some people wouldn’t call me a person because I act and look different…”
Viral felt fairly conflicted, only giving Yumi a frown when she still refused to kill him if he ever got out of control. It would have to happen eventually, if he might end up going crazy and end up killing more people. He could become uncontrollable once they were gone and if there was nobody strong enough to take him down then there was going to be many deaths throughout, maybe if either of them ever had kids then they would have to deal with him instead. There was little to stop that from happening, yet they were willing to let it be. Letting out a sigh, he frowned at Yumi before shaking his head, looking away again, “I know you’re just trying to help…I just…can’t help it”, he spoke, lowering his tone, “It’s not the taste I’m worried about…it’s the memories that come with it”.
He was worried he might end up transforming, but if this was his life then he was going to have to get used to it and learn how to control it; however, he wasn’t sure how he was to accomplish that. It was a natural part of him and it emerging violently like it had been doing was bringing him down by a great deal when it was simply too vicious to control. He wondered where it came from as well, whether it was a side effect to go with his ability to track the Dragonballs to change; then again, the form could easily be seen as a cross between a cat and a shark too. Preferring to keep his mind off it, he quickly rubbed his head sorely before his eyes went to Vegeta, his expression changing a little. He shouldn’t be acting like this, he was afraid of something he hadn’t even tried and the pressure they were laying on him was getting to be a little too much. Letting out a groan, he shut his eyes for a moment before letting out a snort, slowly sitting back again, “…Fine, I’ll do the closing my eyes…I’ll try…”
Shu was pretty excitable about going home, even if it might only be for a short time and it was just to get their friend some help. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just meant their time might be brief if Viral gets help pretty quickly and everything else is wrapped up pretty well. Shu did wonder whether he’d get anything for his phobias and nightmares that had built up ever since his experiences, but maybe all he needed was to talk to his brother some more about it. He was definitely not completely without bad memories from his time in the laboratory, but it was probably nothing like Viral had to go through since they wanted to keep the King’s son alive and didn’t care much when it came to Viral.
Feeling a little distracted for a moment, he quickly looked back again to Takeshi, shaking his head a little before giving a smile, “Oooohhhh, it’s gonna be smelly, huh?” he spoke, tilting his head a little, “I remember it good! I do…it was nice”. He did remember being first introduced to the house and thinking it was brilliant, even if Takeshi wasn’t too fussed by it in the first place. He did hope the house was still there and not gone, considering that happened a lot with his old home and how they needed to move everytime, “Pay bills? Bills…who’s that and why do you need to pay them…? I miss being able to have bananas! I want bananas when I get back…yum yum yum…”
Viral knew he should had been trying to eat, there was no reason why he wasn’t eating other than his own memories sparking his mind into madness. He needed to eat, there was way too much that could happen to him if he didn’t eat and yet he was just too cowardly to do so. He was ashamed of himself, especially when it was all the meals he enjoyed so much when he was feeling alright. He was not healthy, he couldn’t keep his mind together and along with his hunger, there just wasn’t much keeping him together anymore. Slowly moving to lean his head on his only working hand, he stared at the table as Yumi spoke to him, insisting he’d try going blind and being fed like a child instead. Looking up at her, he frowned a little before slowly sitting back, not exactly sure how he was supposed to take that method.
Feeling a little stuck and somewhat embarrassed by that suggestion, he looked to Vegeta when he decided to butt in himself and give him a few choice words. While Yumi was going for the motherly approach, Vegeta was just straight up giving him facts. Frowning a little, he let out a sigh and looked away again, “…I know. I can’t get away from it”, he spoke, sitting up again, “Have you ever thought of straight up blasting me if that ever happened…or are you still against such a thing?” It was just a complete lose/lose situation with him, his fears taking over him to the point where he may as well had been locked in a room where he couldn’t hurt himself or others. He was just feeling depressed at this point; his anger had practically widdled away into a shameful little corner. Slowly rubbing at his chest, “I’m not a coward…I can’t succumb to hunger. Just…do what you need to do, force it down me for all I care! I just need to be forced…like giving a pet its medicine…”
Feeling a little distracted for a moment, he quickly looked back again to Takeshi, shaking his head a little before giving a smile, “Oooohhhh, it’s gonna be smelly, huh?” he spoke, tilting his head a little, “I remember it good! I do…it was nice”. He did remember being first introduced to the house and thinking it was brilliant, even if Takeshi wasn’t too fussed by it in the first place. He did hope the house was still there and not gone, considering that happened a lot with his old home and how they needed to move everytime, “Pay bills? Bills…who’s that and why do you need to pay them…? I miss being able to have bananas! I want bananas when I get back…yum yum yum…”
Viral knew he should had been trying to eat, there was no reason why he wasn’t eating other than his own memories sparking his mind into madness. He needed to eat, there was way too much that could happen to him if he didn’t eat and yet he was just too cowardly to do so. He was ashamed of himself, especially when it was all the meals he enjoyed so much when he was feeling alright. He was not healthy, he couldn’t keep his mind together and along with his hunger, there just wasn’t much keeping him together anymore. Slowly moving to lean his head on his only working hand, he stared at the table as Yumi spoke to him, insisting he’d try going blind and being fed like a child instead. Looking up at her, he frowned a little before slowly sitting back, not exactly sure how he was supposed to take that method.
Feeling a little stuck and somewhat embarrassed by that suggestion, he looked to Vegeta when he decided to butt in himself and give him a few choice words. While Yumi was going for the motherly approach, Vegeta was just straight up giving him facts. Frowning a little, he let out a sigh and looked away again, “…I know. I can’t get away from it”, he spoke, sitting up again, “Have you ever thought of straight up blasting me if that ever happened…or are you still against such a thing?” It was just a complete lose/lose situation with him, his fears taking over him to the point where he may as well had been locked in a room where he couldn’t hurt himself or others. He was just feeling depressed at this point; his anger had practically widdled away into a shameful little corner. Slowly rubbing at his chest, “I’m not a coward…I can’t succumb to hunger. Just…do what you need to do, force it down me for all I care! I just need to be forced…like giving a pet its medicine…”
Shu was pretty happy to hear that, knowing it would be good for T’charrl to get to see his planet and actually possibly find he might like it there. Of course the guy wasn’t going to stay there, but having him enjoy his home planet as much as he enjoyed Kaesstria would be just the best for him. Smiling away, he soon dug right in again, eating as many different types of food as he possibly could to get all the flavours and textures. This was definitely a good meal, he was pretty happy having it knowing there was possibly going to be even more in the near future. Pulling back a moment, he looked to Takeshi, tilting his head a little, “Ooh! What’s wrong? I didn’t eat a bug, I swear!” he said quickly, giving a nod as he sat back again, grabbing at some of the red meats, “I swear I’m clean now and all nice for going to Earth…but how long will it take to get there? How far away are we? We must be pretty far, but I never learned about stars and planets when I was growing up! Didn’t know what stars were but lots of shinies in the sky…I do like shinies too…”
Viral felt like he should leave, all he was doing was hogging the fish and he wasn’t even going to eat it. The others should be eating this fish, not him when he couldn’t even lift a finger to touch it. The fish was practically the only one on the table, it wasn’t like he could eat the entire thing either with his tolerance for flesh. Slowly looking off towards the door with the thought of leaving, he gasped when Yumi suddenly spoke up, appearing on the other side of the table. Looking to her before to Choi and back again, he leaned back a little when she took hold of a knife and instead began to cut up the fish. Watching as she moved the fish close to him, he slowly moved away from it before his eyes went back to her, frowning.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it, but rather he couldn’t bring himself to or even look at it. Food was always appealing to him, but there was so much holding him back that made it difficult to even put his paw near it. The smell wasn’t off-putting, or rather specifically the fish smell; it was everything else associated with eating and what it could do to him if he started again. Letting out a groan, he soon looked up when he noticed Yumi was eating some of the fish, seemingly really enjoying it by the looks of her expression. Looking at the others quickly, he flinched slightly when the plate was held out for him again, his paw waving in front of him, “You should have it! You should have it…” he spoke quickly, looking down again, “This is going too fast…I shouldn’t be here. Come now, Yumi, this was useless from the start. The fish has already defeated me…” His stomach just felt sore and aching, quite a sickly feeling in the end. He was worried what might happen if he tried to eat again, whether flesh would trigger something inside of him that would turn him savage, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do it…”
Viral felt like he should leave, all he was doing was hogging the fish and he wasn’t even going to eat it. The others should be eating this fish, not him when he couldn’t even lift a finger to touch it. The fish was practically the only one on the table, it wasn’t like he could eat the entire thing either with his tolerance for flesh. Slowly looking off towards the door with the thought of leaving, he gasped when Yumi suddenly spoke up, appearing on the other side of the table. Looking to her before to Choi and back again, he leaned back a little when she took hold of a knife and instead began to cut up the fish. Watching as she moved the fish close to him, he slowly moved away from it before his eyes went back to her, frowning.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it, but rather he couldn’t bring himself to or even look at it. Food was always appealing to him, but there was so much holding him back that made it difficult to even put his paw near it. The smell wasn’t off-putting, or rather specifically the fish smell; it was everything else associated with eating and what it could do to him if he started again. Letting out a groan, he soon looked up when he noticed Yumi was eating some of the fish, seemingly really enjoying it by the looks of her expression. Looking at the others quickly, he flinched slightly when the plate was held out for him again, his paw waving in front of him, “You should have it! You should have it…” he spoke quickly, looking down again, “This is going too fast…I shouldn’t be here. Come now, Yumi, this was useless from the start. The fish has already defeated me…” His stomach just felt sore and aching, quite a sickly feeling in the end. He was worried what might happen if he tried to eat again, whether flesh would trigger something inside of him that would turn him savage, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do it…”
The twins were fair set on making everything to perfection, knowing it was a big deal that they were needing to make good impressions above all else. They weren’t like the typical Saiyans and just did things for others to win over others, but rather doing it because everyone has had a long day and they needed something nice after everything. Kai only returned to the kitchen once to retrieve some more of the food, but Choi sat right down, letting out a sigh as he took a seat near Yumi. He was pretty tired, but having a good meal should make everything right. Waiting for his father to settle down as well, he turned slightly to look at Yumi, snickering when Yumi nearly stabbed Kabocha for being rude. Looking to him, he rubbed his hands together, “Firstly, it’s obvious a plate is going to be hot when the food is hot”, he spoke, leaning a little towards him, “And secondly, my brother isn’t here yet!” When Kai finally returned he placed down food where his father and Kabocha’s parents were, settling down beside his dad, pretty ready to dig in.
Shu was pretty patient when all the food came out, but he couldn’t help but shake a little bit when it was all being laid out for them all. He knew he had to wait, he didn’t like starting first and knew he wasn’t entitled to that right. Staring at the others with anticipation, he smiled when Takeshi decided to dig in and immediately started grabbing what he could for now. It all smelled delicious, he couldn’t wait to taste all of it, “Food! Yumi! Yumi eat food and enjoy too, right?” he squeaked happily, looking to T’charrl soon after, “We find much food, much food for everyone”, he nodded, smiling away, “I really think you will like it with us. Even if you don’t want to fight, we still have plenty of food and you’ll like our planet when we get there so you have that to look forward to as well”.
T’charrl was fairly anticipating his food, his hunger barely knowing any bounds ever since he changed. It was almost scary in nature, he could barely control it as he sat pulling at his antennae. The smell of the food was immense and delightful, his eyes going to the others as he waited for them all to settle down. He was courteous too, he had learned it all from his own upbringing and knew to wait before everyone was seated and ready. The moment he saw the others start to pick up their food, T’charrl reached out and grabbed what he could, chomping down on his food before he looked down at Shu. He hadn’t actually thought on where they were going until now, or at least wasn’t conscious of the thought, “…Huh? Your planet…? Oh yeah…the thought of going to yet another planet…it’s so much to take in…”
Viral was already feeling pretty terrible already; he didn’t need the smell of food making him feel even worse and yet, what he had to worry about now was having the food sitting there right in front of him. He could only stare at it, its smell wafting in all directions and his eyes gazing at its well-cooked corpse. Nobody else was taking the fish, it was just sitting there right in front of him and with everyone staring to eat, everyone had purposely left it for him to take. It was so obvious, this was something they had all probably been discussing together in an attempt to get him to eat and put an end to his hunger pains as well as stopping them from feeling so fed up with him. Even though he was annoyed at their meddling with his mind, he did want to stop the pain and finally have his healing ability working again and yet, as he stared at the scales of the carcass he was slowly but surely looking away from it and about ready to push it away just so it was out of his field of vision.
Shu was pretty patient when all the food came out, but he couldn’t help but shake a little bit when it was all being laid out for them all. He knew he had to wait, he didn’t like starting first and knew he wasn’t entitled to that right. Staring at the others with anticipation, he smiled when Takeshi decided to dig in and immediately started grabbing what he could for now. It all smelled delicious, he couldn’t wait to taste all of it, “Food! Yumi! Yumi eat food and enjoy too, right?” he squeaked happily, looking to T’charrl soon after, “We find much food, much food for everyone”, he nodded, smiling away, “I really think you will like it with us. Even if you don’t want to fight, we still have plenty of food and you’ll like our planet when we get there so you have that to look forward to as well”.
T’charrl was fairly anticipating his food, his hunger barely knowing any bounds ever since he changed. It was almost scary in nature, he could barely control it as he sat pulling at his antennae. The smell of the food was immense and delightful, his eyes going to the others as he waited for them all to settle down. He was courteous too, he had learned it all from his own upbringing and knew to wait before everyone was seated and ready. The moment he saw the others start to pick up their food, T’charrl reached out and grabbed what he could, chomping down on his food before he looked down at Shu. He hadn’t actually thought on where they were going until now, or at least wasn’t conscious of the thought, “…Huh? Your planet…? Oh yeah…the thought of going to yet another planet…it’s so much to take in…”
Viral was already feeling pretty terrible already; he didn’t need the smell of food making him feel even worse and yet, what he had to worry about now was having the food sitting there right in front of him. He could only stare at it, its smell wafting in all directions and his eyes gazing at its well-cooked corpse. Nobody else was taking the fish, it was just sitting there right in front of him and with everyone staring to eat, everyone had purposely left it for him to take. It was so obvious, this was something they had all probably been discussing together in an attempt to get him to eat and put an end to his hunger pains as well as stopping them from feeling so fed up with him. Even though he was annoyed at their meddling with his mind, he did want to stop the pain and finally have his healing ability working again and yet, as he stared at the scales of the carcass he was slowly but surely looking away from it and about ready to push it away just so it was out of his field of vision.
Shu was definitely a little defeated by the soap, feeling like it had managed to get the better of him because he could barely hold it. It was just so slippery and going all over the place, but he knew he shouldn’t let it get the better of him when it was a simple case of learning how to grab it and hold onto it. Shu found the main problem being he couldn’t figure out how he was supposed to grasp it, everybody else grasped things differently from him. Frowning a little when Takeshi took the soap from him, his frown soon turned into a smile. Giving a nod, he slowly scooted himself around, “Okay! I’m sorry I couldn’t hold the soap”, he squeaked, waving his tail the right way around, “I didn’t mean to drop the soap! It’s hard to hold on to…”
Viral grunted at Vegeta’s words, knowing he really didn’t understand and yet was still trying to if only to make him sound wrong upon thinking such things. He was making him sound like a child who was just complaining because they were too young to understand true independence, “I don’t think you understand how deep that runs…how much I am bound by”, he spoke lowly. He couldn’t understand how strong the bonds were that held him back from such thoughts, it just wasn’t in his nature while going solo meant he would change. For all the time he had been stuck in the Capsule Corp main facility, he had become sour and pretty hateful of society and all the freedoms they held. That time in the building, Vegeta had put his concerns over him to the side and carried on with business, all while various RRA men went over with offers to buy him. Vegeta was probably still in the same thought process; still trying to kick him out and get him to be independent so he didn’t have to worry about him anymore.
Feeling fairly passive and fed up, he sighed at Vegeta’s words, “I don’t care if I was given orders, so long as I still see respect in the one giving them”, he spoke, managing to see the syringe through his terrible vision, “I was never given the chance to gain interest in other things, there is little I know or was given the chance to gain an interest in…and that’s just how it is. I have to wonder though…and try to figure out…do I want to fight with you people if I can never be as good as anybody in this group?” He was definitely confused and it was just bad that he was only finding questions in whether he even wanted to try and fight when there was so many who could do it better. Feeling particularly fed up, he slowly looked towards Vegeta, narrowing his gaze, “…You remember the part where they said I grew up quickly too? If they wanted a ‘kid’, then I wasn’t one for very long, was I…” he spoke, not particularly finding what he was saying to be very informative, “Giving a creature destructive powers and telling them to find their own path would only lead to disaster. Maybe the Saiyans and the RRA had the right idea…”
With everyone being treated, cleaned and resting, it was soon time for dinner and getting everyone together to eat. Shu was absolutely starving at this point and pretty excited for it, his fluff and hair all soft and light after his wash. He carried a distinctive scent now too, one he wasn’t used to and was definitely unable to get rid of for the time being. T’charrl was just as fluffy, but his smell was a more natural flowery smell that must had been a natural odour his people carried after they were washed. It was all pretty unusual for him, but the smell of himself was definitely making him feel pretty hungry for fruit when he now smelled of fruit all over. Feeling pretty happy where he sat, he looked in the same direction as Takeshi, tilting his head to try and see what he was looking to see, “Oooohhhh food food food! Yum yum yum!” he squeaked happily, almost bouncing on his seat. Looking to Yumi quickly, he shuffled back down on his seat, giving her a smile, “Yum yum food? All growly and rubbly…”
Viral didn’t want to go to the food hall, but with both Yumi and Vegeta expecting him there then he was going to have to otherwise he’d end up getting chewed out later on for it. Yumi was already mad with him, so that experience was just going to be all the more awkward. While surgery had gone well, he wasn’t feeling well enough to eat anything at all still which made it all the more worrying what they might think of him. He could be called out as a coward easily, he knew they could easily be thinking it as they stared at his pathetic form. With one arm in a sling and his head not feeling all too great still, he hesitated outside the food hall’s door before taking in a deep breath and slowly entering. The smell of food hit him pretty bad, making him feel nauseous pretty quickly; however, he was going to have to stomach it if he was to show he could be brave. Slowly making his way over to the table, he slowly sat down at the far end, trying to keep his eyes off everyone else all while hiding his face from the others.
The twins had been hard a work with cooking with Choi feeling pretty desperate to see Yumi before he collapsed from exhaustion. He hadn’t had a full and proper sleep yet while Kai had managed to sleep, Choi had been too focused on preparing food for the others and wondering whether Yumi was going to be okay with their quest. He had been working at it pretty hard and prepared a lot of food for everyone with his brother, feeling he should at least do that while they had all been off fighting. With all sorts of meats and everything else needed to make a good meal, it all had been well prepared and now it was finally time to devour everything. Picking up the largest dishes first, Choi let out a sigh before he made his way out of the kitchen, balancing what he could and sliding it across the table all while his brother followed on after him with a little less but easier to balance meals. Choi was definitely tired, but his hunger was great too.
Viral grunted at Vegeta’s words, knowing he really didn’t understand and yet was still trying to if only to make him sound wrong upon thinking such things. He was making him sound like a child who was just complaining because they were too young to understand true independence, “I don’t think you understand how deep that runs…how much I am bound by”, he spoke lowly. He couldn’t understand how strong the bonds were that held him back from such thoughts, it just wasn’t in his nature while going solo meant he would change. For all the time he had been stuck in the Capsule Corp main facility, he had become sour and pretty hateful of society and all the freedoms they held. That time in the building, Vegeta had put his concerns over him to the side and carried on with business, all while various RRA men went over with offers to buy him. Vegeta was probably still in the same thought process; still trying to kick him out and get him to be independent so he didn’t have to worry about him anymore.
Feeling fairly passive and fed up, he sighed at Vegeta’s words, “I don’t care if I was given orders, so long as I still see respect in the one giving them”, he spoke, managing to see the syringe through his terrible vision, “I was never given the chance to gain interest in other things, there is little I know or was given the chance to gain an interest in…and that’s just how it is. I have to wonder though…and try to figure out…do I want to fight with you people if I can never be as good as anybody in this group?” He was definitely confused and it was just bad that he was only finding questions in whether he even wanted to try and fight when there was so many who could do it better. Feeling particularly fed up, he slowly looked towards Vegeta, narrowing his gaze, “…You remember the part where they said I grew up quickly too? If they wanted a ‘kid’, then I wasn’t one for very long, was I…” he spoke, not particularly finding what he was saying to be very informative, “Giving a creature destructive powers and telling them to find their own path would only lead to disaster. Maybe the Saiyans and the RRA had the right idea…”
With everyone being treated, cleaned and resting, it was soon time for dinner and getting everyone together to eat. Shu was absolutely starving at this point and pretty excited for it, his fluff and hair all soft and light after his wash. He carried a distinctive scent now too, one he wasn’t used to and was definitely unable to get rid of for the time being. T’charrl was just as fluffy, but his smell was a more natural flowery smell that must had been a natural odour his people carried after they were washed. It was all pretty unusual for him, but the smell of himself was definitely making him feel pretty hungry for fruit when he now smelled of fruit all over. Feeling pretty happy where he sat, he looked in the same direction as Takeshi, tilting his head to try and see what he was looking to see, “Oooohhhh food food food! Yum yum yum!” he squeaked happily, almost bouncing on his seat. Looking to Yumi quickly, he shuffled back down on his seat, giving her a smile, “Yum yum food? All growly and rubbly…”
Viral didn’t want to go to the food hall, but with both Yumi and Vegeta expecting him there then he was going to have to otherwise he’d end up getting chewed out later on for it. Yumi was already mad with him, so that experience was just going to be all the more awkward. While surgery had gone well, he wasn’t feeling well enough to eat anything at all still which made it all the more worrying what they might think of him. He could be called out as a coward easily, he knew they could easily be thinking it as they stared at his pathetic form. With one arm in a sling and his head not feeling all too great still, he hesitated outside the food hall’s door before taking in a deep breath and slowly entering. The smell of food hit him pretty bad, making him feel nauseous pretty quickly; however, he was going to have to stomach it if he was to show he could be brave. Slowly making his way over to the table, he slowly sat down at the far end, trying to keep his eyes off everyone else all while hiding his face from the others.
The twins had been hard a work with cooking with Choi feeling pretty desperate to see Yumi before he collapsed from exhaustion. He hadn’t had a full and proper sleep yet while Kai had managed to sleep, Choi had been too focused on preparing food for the others and wondering whether Yumi was going to be okay with their quest. He had been working at it pretty hard and prepared a lot of food for everyone with his brother, feeling he should at least do that while they had all been off fighting. With all sorts of meats and everything else needed to make a good meal, it all had been well prepared and now it was finally time to devour everything. Picking up the largest dishes first, Choi let out a sigh before he made his way out of the kitchen, balancing what he could and sliding it across the table all while his brother followed on after him with a little less but easier to balance meals. Choi was definitely tired, but his hunger was great too.
Shu did not appreciate that hit the soap delivered to him, his grip on the soap being anything but elegant. He couldn’t hold onto it compared to when it was dry, at least when he tried to eat it. Letting out a fair good snort in return, he shook his head again and slammed his hands down on it only for it to slide into his leg. It was a little frustrating how slippery it was, he just couldn’t get a grip on it. Frowning, he looked up to Takeshi and tilted his head, “Too hard? Oh…how do I not do too hard…?” he questioned, slowly moving his hand towards the soap. He wanted some sort of independence, he’d only ask Takeshi for help if he knew he couldn’t manage something new like this, “I don’t mean to make it complicated…” Taking hold of his tail, he tried to pick up the soap again just using the tips of his fingers and slowly rubbed it against his fur, “I just want to be clean like you want so I can be nice to hug and play with. I don’t want to be smelly and nasty and dirty! But I have a lot of fur…”
T’charrl wasn’t too sure how he was supposed to get dry with the towels that were available, pulling one out and staring at its tininess. Throwing it over his head and giving it a good rub, he turned back towards Takeshi’s cubicle, smiling a little, “I could always say I accidentally punched you”, he spoke, shaking his wings, “You decided to teach me a few moves before dinner and I accidentally hit too hard, maybe? It’ll sound better than slipping on soap”. While he was willing to help, he still thought it was quite funny that they were having so much trouble with cleaning up. It must have been rare that the kid actually washed, not unless the weather changed probably.
Viral didn’t think Vegeta was getting the point at all, but then again it was difficult to explain just what it was like to be a creation rather than being born into the world. Vegeta had everything set for himself, he had talent and could do anything he put his mind to; however, the point he was trying to prove wasn’t quite getting there. Vegeta had talent, he could be whoever he wanted to be because he was born with free will. Viral had to be doing something he was created for, otherwise he would just feel lost or rebellious, “You’re already doing everything for yourself…you’re independent! Yumi has been independent ever since she left…she’s had the free will to do what she wanted to before you graduated…” he growled lowly, letting out a sigh, “And like I keep track of my age…” Vegeta probably didn’t have the answers he needed, he probably wouldn’t be able to find them by himself either. Feeling a little defeated, he looked to Vegeta, frowning at his conclusion. That was a stupid reason; it wasn’t as if his father or mother were sterile and decided to create his own using science, “Are you saying I was created on a bet…” he muttered, finding that to be an even worse reason over anything, “Just because he wanted to…and give me no purpose?”
No purpose other than to show his father could create artificial life, a particularly pathetic existence. Maybe it was just as well that Vegeta didn’t decided to go into psychology, otherwise he would had just been upset that he failed that compared to everything else he could do. There was so much he needed to know, all because of what happened to him to make him question his existence. He was already close to asking such a thing, but back on Earth he was already in the rebellious stage of his confusion and was soon enough about to destroy anything to get to the rest of the Dragonballs. He didn’t think Vegeta cared enough to remember such a thing, he could had forgotten it all too because it was so minor and hardly a problem for him if he ever had to deal with it. He knew Vegeta was the kind of person to put him down if he ever got too out of control. It wasn’t something he could help, his mind just changed. Watching as Vegeta’s form moved away from him, he turned slightly and let out a sigh as he was left with the shadows once more, “Probably…and yet, I killed him…unwillingly”, he spoke, frowning a little, “Was I fine? I could still transform, if under dire situations…and have some mental control…it was also not one that would force its way out. If this was supposed to happen, then all the Saiyans did was reveal it. I should had asked your father what I was going to become…”
T’charrl wasn’t too sure how he was supposed to get dry with the towels that were available, pulling one out and staring at its tininess. Throwing it over his head and giving it a good rub, he turned back towards Takeshi’s cubicle, smiling a little, “I could always say I accidentally punched you”, he spoke, shaking his wings, “You decided to teach me a few moves before dinner and I accidentally hit too hard, maybe? It’ll sound better than slipping on soap”. While he was willing to help, he still thought it was quite funny that they were having so much trouble with cleaning up. It must have been rare that the kid actually washed, not unless the weather changed probably.
Viral didn’t think Vegeta was getting the point at all, but then again it was difficult to explain just what it was like to be a creation rather than being born into the world. Vegeta had everything set for himself, he had talent and could do anything he put his mind to; however, the point he was trying to prove wasn’t quite getting there. Vegeta had talent, he could be whoever he wanted to be because he was born with free will. Viral had to be doing something he was created for, otherwise he would just feel lost or rebellious, “You’re already doing everything for yourself…you’re independent! Yumi has been independent ever since she left…she’s had the free will to do what she wanted to before you graduated…” he growled lowly, letting out a sigh, “And like I keep track of my age…” Vegeta probably didn’t have the answers he needed, he probably wouldn’t be able to find them by himself either. Feeling a little defeated, he looked to Vegeta, frowning at his conclusion. That was a stupid reason; it wasn’t as if his father or mother were sterile and decided to create his own using science, “Are you saying I was created on a bet…” he muttered, finding that to be an even worse reason over anything, “Just because he wanted to…and give me no purpose?”
No purpose other than to show his father could create artificial life, a particularly pathetic existence. Maybe it was just as well that Vegeta didn’t decided to go into psychology, otherwise he would had just been upset that he failed that compared to everything else he could do. There was so much he needed to know, all because of what happened to him to make him question his existence. He was already close to asking such a thing, but back on Earth he was already in the rebellious stage of his confusion and was soon enough about to destroy anything to get to the rest of the Dragonballs. He didn’t think Vegeta cared enough to remember such a thing, he could had forgotten it all too because it was so minor and hardly a problem for him if he ever had to deal with it. He knew Vegeta was the kind of person to put him down if he ever got too out of control. It wasn’t something he could help, his mind just changed. Watching as Vegeta’s form moved away from him, he turned slightly and let out a sigh as he was left with the shadows once more, “Probably…and yet, I killed him…unwillingly”, he spoke, frowning a little, “Was I fine? I could still transform, if under dire situations…and have some mental control…it was also not one that would force its way out. If this was supposed to happen, then all the Saiyans did was reveal it. I should had asked your father what I was going to become…”
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Shu had no idea how to hold soap at all, it was just too slippery and all he could do was try to subdue it on the ground to get all soapy like his brother wanted. Hoping he had it pinned down, he stopped when Takeshi told him off and snatched the soap right from under him. Sitting up again, he let the water run down on him as he watched Takeshi curiously, wondering how he was able to hold onto the soap without it flying all over the place, “Oooohhhh…but I wasn’t doing juggle…” he frowned, giving Takeshi a good staring at before he looked towards T’charrl’s stall. He hoped that T’charrl wasn’t getting any wrong ideas; he didn’t want him to think they were getting injured while washing up. Slowly scooting across the tiles, he shook his head a little before slowly taking the soap with his finger tips and trying to hold on. He didn’t know how he was supposed to keep a hold of it and use it to wash himself, but he could at least try. Slowly moving it towards himself, he pressed the soap up against his chest which just shot out of his grip and smacked him in the chin. Letting out a squeak, he shook his head quickly and looked around for the soap, “Ah! Slippy like frog! Can’t catch frog!”
T’charrl frowned a little, feeling a little curious to what was going on. He hoped they weren’t getting hurt or having any sort of trouble, that was the last thing they needed right now. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the controls of the shower and switched it off, giving himself a quick shake, “You know, it would be awkward if you hurt yourself in the shower”, he spoke, wiping down the loose water off his arms, “Because if you hurt yourself after leaving the ship and somebody noticed, then they’re going to ask about it”. Finding it pretty amusing, he looked around the cubicle before exiting, giving himself a quick shake again, “You know…that was pretty nice. I feel a lot better…”
Viral didn’t think much of his existence in his early years when he was raising Vegeta, he didn’t have the thought pattern for such a thing when he had a dedicated job and service; however, since those years were now over he had fulfilled his creator’s wishes and was left with essentially nothing. He had been created from what he could only assume was just to see if they could do it, they didn’t really give him much of a hint other than they created him after many failures. Looking to Vegeta, he didn’t have much of an answer either if anything at all for him. Frowning, he let out a sigh, “You know why you’re here, everyone who was born either knows or eventually figure out why they’re alive”, he grumbled, “I want to know why I was created and not just because they wanted to see if they could! It’s different for artificial beings; we’re created for a specific reason…and not knowing what that is, it’s even worse than being abandoned…creates evil intentions”.
Feeling a little put off by the thought of talking to his creator again, he narrowed his gaze before frowning at the mention of the Doctor, not knowing whether the news would be good or horribly bad. If it turned out he was created to be a weapon, then he was going to have to fulfil that duty if he was to ever feel whole again; however, if he was created to be a guardian of the Earth, then he was going to forever feel obsolete with so many resident super-beings with powers greater than his. He had all sorts of strange abilities, even ones he hadn’t unlocked yet, so it was going to end up being one or the other since he didn’t exactly grow flowers and help businesses flourish. Feeling like Vegeta was never going to understand what it was like, he looked away slightly as he went back to analysing his shoulder. Frowning at the thought of operating on him again, he turned to look back at him, “Do whatever you want; you’re the expert…” he grumbled hardly a stranger to having to go through surgery by now. Sighing lightly, he gave Vegeta a tired look, “He could have, considering I was the first success…don’t you think?” he spoke lightly, “A first time success can’t always be a complete success…and maybe you’re left to fix the faults that is me in my current state…”
T’charrl frowned a little, feeling a little curious to what was going on. He hoped they weren’t getting hurt or having any sort of trouble, that was the last thing they needed right now. Letting out a sigh, he looked to the controls of the shower and switched it off, giving himself a quick shake, “You know, it would be awkward if you hurt yourself in the shower”, he spoke, wiping down the loose water off his arms, “Because if you hurt yourself after leaving the ship and somebody noticed, then they’re going to ask about it”. Finding it pretty amusing, he looked around the cubicle before exiting, giving himself a quick shake again, “You know…that was pretty nice. I feel a lot better…”
Viral didn’t think much of his existence in his early years when he was raising Vegeta, he didn’t have the thought pattern for such a thing when he had a dedicated job and service; however, since those years were now over he had fulfilled his creator’s wishes and was left with essentially nothing. He had been created from what he could only assume was just to see if they could do it, they didn’t really give him much of a hint other than they created him after many failures. Looking to Vegeta, he didn’t have much of an answer either if anything at all for him. Frowning, he let out a sigh, “You know why you’re here, everyone who was born either knows or eventually figure out why they’re alive”, he grumbled, “I want to know why I was created and not just because they wanted to see if they could! It’s different for artificial beings; we’re created for a specific reason…and not knowing what that is, it’s even worse than being abandoned…creates evil intentions”.
Feeling a little put off by the thought of talking to his creator again, he narrowed his gaze before frowning at the mention of the Doctor, not knowing whether the news would be good or horribly bad. If it turned out he was created to be a weapon, then he was going to have to fulfil that duty if he was to ever feel whole again; however, if he was created to be a guardian of the Earth, then he was going to forever feel obsolete with so many resident super-beings with powers greater than his. He had all sorts of strange abilities, even ones he hadn’t unlocked yet, so it was going to end up being one or the other since he didn’t exactly grow flowers and help businesses flourish. Feeling like Vegeta was never going to understand what it was like, he looked away slightly as he went back to analysing his shoulder. Frowning at the thought of operating on him again, he turned to look back at him, “Do whatever you want; you’re the expert…” he grumbled hardly a stranger to having to go through surgery by now. Sighing lightly, he gave Vegeta a tired look, “He could have, considering I was the first success…don’t you think?” he spoke lightly, “A first time success can’t always be a complete success…and maybe you’re left to fix the faults that is me in my current state…”
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