"I swear... Every time you hurt yourself it's always your head," Takeshi said, smiling as he helped Shu to his feet. "You're going to end up really hurting yourself if you're not careful, it can't be good to constantly knock your head off of things, especially with how much you've done it already." Jeez, between crashing when trying to fly, being struck on Kaesstra, being hit during fights and now this it was a small wonder the little guy didn't have brain damage. Just for good measure he made one last check on his brother's head, finding a small forming bump but nothing else, which was good. While combing through his hair to search Shu had another question for him, and a compliment too. "You're small, but I don't know if I'd call you weak," Takeshi replied, smirking as he patted his brother's head gingerly. "Pushing against the wind... Er... I don't really know, I just kind of go, i guess. If you move fast enough it's not hard. As for turning that's pretty easy, you want to put your stronger leg forward to slow yourself down. You'll slide a bit, but that's normal. You can also try pushing in another direction with that leg, though you might trip if you do it too quick."

Surely it seemed as obscene to T'charrl as it did the Saiyan, the notion of them training together. He didn't much have other choice though, the kid, and it was preferential somehow to being all alone. There was plenty of nervousness being around the alien, he was right intimidating even now, let alone when he changed. Even so the Saiyan acted indignant when he was told he was afraid, frowning and pointing at T'charrl sternly. "Hey, I'm not afraid of you!" he snapped, sounding not all that confident in spite of himself. "I was just surprised, that's all! I didn't think you'd turn into that... Thing!" Maybe a bit harsh calling the alien a 'thing', but seriously, no one had told him that would happen. Plus how else was he supposed to describe what he saw? A monster? Demon? Sheesh, it wasn't like he could be nice about it, T'charrl's other form was creepy, plain and simple. Sighing testily the Saiyan scuffed his foot on the floor, looking down angrily. "Look... I just... Need something to do... Alright...?" he asked, his cheeks reddening slightly as he looked away indignantly. "Plus... I want to fight you... Not like last time though. I need to prove to myself I'm not a weakling."

How could he get technical without abusing Ki? Martial arts only had so much to it, and there was no doubt in Vegeta's mind that Viral could hold his own in that regard. Hmph, well if he wanted it to be a little more interesting then fine, he'd try. This time using speed to try and throw off the Beastman he dashed about, throwing in shots and evading quickly before his friend could even retaliate. Even with himself moving swiftly his attacks were blocked, so that wouldn't work. Coming in for a high spinning kick Vegeta was surprised as he caught only air, promptly getting two fists in his side that sent him flying back. Catching himself quickly with Ki he lowered himself back onto the ground just in time to throw up both arms, blocking two heavy punches that came in. "Fine, I'll mix it up!" Grabbing each of Viral's forearms he pulled the Beastman in as quick as he could, trying to drive a knee into his gut. If that didn't work Vegeta threw his head forward, trying to headbutt Viral in the forehead to at least stun him. If none of that worked he'd simply keep a grip on one of his friend's arms and throw punches until he was either stopped or forced to back off.