Another failed attempt to snatch Shu left Takeshi mildly flustered, he was really having trouble. His brother was too small, too slippery, and his flying was too erratic to guess where he was going. Plenty of excuses, he didn't want to admit he just might be slower than Shu in general, not just yet. Chasing him down head on like this wasn't panning out, and now it was a matter of pride to catch the little guy. Smirking at an idea he called his sibling over with promise of a new technique, and sure enough the little monkey took the bait. A bit quicker than Takeshi had anticipated, nearly being barreled over as his brother came at him. Gasping at the abruptness of it he barely caught Shu, near falling over backwards as he held the kid securely. "Hah! Got you!" he teased, giving Shu's head a noogie before releasing him, grinning triumphantly. Shoot, now he figured he really did have to share a technique though, otherwise his brother would get all pouty, and that was never fun. "Now that I got you... Time to learn something! What will it be Shu? Ki? A fighting technique?" 

This couldn't possibly be the two Princes, the sons of the king. They were two hapless idiots, playing around like babies. The fact they were somehow older than him and acting this way made the Saiyan feel terribly indignant. Coupled with the fact they were pretty strong compared to him left him quite disdainful. Still... Watching them play like that, having fun, he kind of yearned to join in. He had very little people to play with if anyone on Kortal, and since being 'recruited' by the Princes he'd done nothing but sit alone and watch other people go about their business. Honestly it was kind of lonely, he did wonder if his asking to join in might work out. Then again Shu seemed to hate him still, T'charrl, the alien DEFINITELY still hated him. He had barely seen let alone spoken to any of the others, but he didn't need to in order to guess their opinions of him. Meh... So he'd just sit in the corner like this and keep watching then? The disappointed look on his face crept out without his realizing, he made no effort to wipe it away as he looked at the floor somberly. Maybe he'd make a friend on another planet, if he got lucky.

"I do know what you're looking for... Sort of. Ikura wasn't as clear as I'd have liked him to be." The man had certainly shed a little light on the matter, but an outright explanation had eluded him. It had sounded like they were getting half of the puzzle, or even just a fraction of it. For all they knew it probably took the three minds behind Viral to fully indulge him and his powers. Well, one had murdered his father, the other was busy and his father was... That had been covered. So now it fell to him to somehow do what three men who were far more intelligent than he was couldn't do, sure, no pressure. "All I know is your transformations happen because of distress and emotion... And if you can figure out what emotion brings out what then you'll be able to use them more on command. As to what those actually are..." That was where they hit a proverbial roadblock. Knowing a trigger was useless if they didn't know exactly what it was or how to even access it. Sighing softly Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, looking down at the floor with a furrowed brow. "There was to be a distinct way to bring them forth... But what...?"