"Just don't get carried away Shu, it's not a race," Takeshi chided, smirking at his brother amused. He was so excitable, it was fun seeing him get into something so earnestly. Watch him? As if he had much of a choice whether he was or not. The little guy was drinking in all the attention and having a blast, you couldn't NOT watch him right now. As he tended to Shu got a little bit eccentric, beginning to bounce for who knows what reason. Watching the young Saiyan fly up into the air his older brother cringed slightly when he hit the ceiling, getting worried and ready to move as he started coming back down. Flight training had paid off apparently because he caught himself in mid air, leaving Takeshi stood underneath him with an exasperated smile. Shaking his head and rubbing at his forehead he laughed, glancing up at Shu with his hands on his hips. "You know... I'm seriously beginning to wonder if how much energy you have might be unhealthy. I mean seriously, who is this hyper all the time? No one but you!" Sighing he stepped back, motioning for his brother to come back down. "I think you've got the idea, we can probably stop practicing that now."

Even before he raised his energy Haku could feel it, this wasn't looking extremely promising in his case. He was mediocre as far as a fighter was concerned, and this alien could probably hold his own against a regiment commander if he had to. Okay, so maybe he'd bitten off a slight bit more than he could chew... Yikes. Shirking back reflexively as the energy spiked he looked at T'charrl warily, doing his best to raise his own fists and get ready. "It wouldn't be t-training if you did..." he retorted, trying and failing to sound confident. Alarmed as the Prince came in for an abrupt attack he did the only thing he could, scramble away and avoid being hit. Nearly tripping as he tried to dodge Haku actually jumped to the side, tumbling and rolling as he narrowly escaped. He had only just begun to get up again when he saw T'charrl come back for another attempt, yelping and rushing under his legs on all fours, darting away hastily in the process. Okay, so maybe he could tire the Kaesstrian out, then he could win! Or if he got hit he might really get hurt, which would be bad. 

Helping Viral back to his feet Vegeta smiled a bit, shrugging his shoulders in response to the Beastman's quip. "If I did anything that badly I could fix it, so I'm not too worried," he retorted, trying to play it off. That comment bit quite hard, but the intent here was to annoy and anger Viral, he had to brush it off. "You're forgetting who you are talking to. Any damage done I can fix... For the most part. Unless I literally blew you apart you'd be none the worse for wear." With that being said it looked like they were getting back into the action. Good, so that one trick wasn't going to do the Beastman in. "I won't make it easy on you, trust me." The words had barely escaped his lips when Vegeta dashed forward, throwing a punch at his friend's gut. Blocked or not he would crouch down and try to sweep out his legs, and the final part of his little attack would include an uppercut to his jaw, provided anything actually made contact.