"For starters you don't have brain damage, yet. Do you want to be paralyzed and drooling everywhere?" That was on the extreme end, but nonetheless Takeshi couldn't help but worry. All of these blows to Shu's head couldn't be helping him any, even if he was healing after each one. Some point he might not be so lucky, what would they do then if that happened? He didn't want to think about it, seeing his little brother partially disabled before was terrifying enough. Striking that disheartening image from his mind the older boy smiled, patting Shu's head affectionately. "Nah, it's not tough. It's a lot easier to do than I make it sound, it's just kinda hard to explain, you know? I'm sure you'll get it." Ever eager to get moving the young Saiyan was prompt to begin again, springing away ever energetic as usual. Unlike before where Shu simply darted about he began running in a circle, heaven knows why. The circle gradually became tighter as he continued moving, and Takeshi was seriously lost as to what the purpose of this was. All he was doing was moving fast, there really wasn't any afterimage being made. Well, there was a slight blur from the kid's movements, if that could be counted then he supposed his brother was an ace at this. Sighing he rubbed at the back of his neck with a slight smile, not having the hear to tell him to stop.

Tact was not his strong suit, and he'd more or less opened up insulting T'charrl. If he was trying to make friends he probably could stand to be a little nicer, though it was pretty tough to act remotely casual or relaxed around someone who had near killed you. Then again he'd done the same thing, so the whole nervousness was sort of mutual. Still didn't make it any easier talking to the alien, but at least there was some mutual ground in that regard. Kind of letting his 'thing' comment fall to the side the Saiyan followed along, curious where T'charrl was off to. The idea of training, however potentially dangerous did have a little appeal. Plus in his current state, before anyways, the alien hadn't been that strong, so maybe it'd be a fair fight. Eventually they came across a rather large, open room. Apparently not being used for anything it would be an ideal place to get a little training done. "Well until you did change I was winning," the kid pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, you're not supposed to kill me or anything, remember? So even if you do change it won't matter." Not that it saved him from being mauled, but he was pretty confident he could escape this time at the very least. Now that he knew it might come he was a little more prepared, maybe. "So we going to train or not?"

Viral wanted to take this a little more seriously, so be it. Vegeta could certainly accommodate the Beastman, hopefully his friend didn't come to regret that choice. After being knocked away by a pair of blows he was quick to capitalize, grabbing hold of each of Viral's arms to hold him in place. First a knee to the gut, then a headbutt, just something to try and get to the other man. When that didn't prove to be fruitful he resorted to another tactic altogether, losing hold of one of Viral's arms he kept a firm grip on the other. This close there were only so many option, and so Vegeta began to simply throw punch after punch, being as quick as he could to keep Viral on guard. Rather than block however the Beastman returned the favor, landing several hard blows on his head and chest. It wasn't unlike a boxing match, only this opponent hit a hell of a lot harder than most. "Let go? Why would I do that?" he asked, laughing tauntingly. Taking another blow to the chest he finally did release Viral's arm, but only to grab onto his shoulders. Jumping up quickly he tried to pull the Beastman up with him, flipping him over and attempting to slam him down onto the floor on his back.