"Ah! Shu! What the hell?" Takeshi really hadn't expected to be pounced on, not that he expected half the things his brother did. Falling back with Shu now propped up on top of him the older boy glanced up, faintly amused at that. So this was one of his little jungle games, huh. Not really something he could see himself doing, it was childish even as far as their games went. It might be fun though too, maybe he shouldn't be such a stick in the mud. "Yeah, yeah, you got me squirt," he replied, rolling his eyes and smiling as he watched Shu roll away. Really, that kid was just way too energetic, the fact they could get him to sit still or sleep was a miracle. Sitting up and crossing his legs Takeshi gave his head a rubbing, watching Shu as he went on and on about pouncing. Even the simplest things had him all up and up, it was funny. "I know how to pounce, doesn't mean I'm going to do it though, not really my thing," Takeshi admitted, shrugging his shoulders. In regards to Shu's question he took a moment, frowning as he folded his arms over his chest. "You know... I don't think so... I've never really been anywhere that I miss," he said simply, "It's more the people that I'd miss, I guess. Even my house isn't anything special..." Chuckling a little he shook his head, smiling at Shu kindly. "It's going to sound super cheesy, but... My house doesn't mean anything to me without you or some of our friends around. Places aren't special, it's the people you're with, right?"

This was all so he could control his power? Huh, that was kind of weird. It wasn't too different then from what Saiyans did to master their Oozaru forms. Granted only the stronger of their kind tended to change AND be able to control it, plenty of people were prone to go rampant otherwise. Haku couldn't remember the last time he had changed, so he probably fell into the category of "going berserk". Okay, so there was a purpose to this training other than just trying to bloody him up, that was good, he guessed. Still didn't make this any more appealing, but at least there was some sense to it. As the action picked up again a fierce rush of strikes rained down on Haku, most of which he was able to block or evade. A powerful kick did manage to break through, and it was more than enough to send him flying. Groaning painfully as he landed it took the kid a moment to gather himself back up, not at all thrilled at having been struck like that. Snapping at T'charrl angrily it looked like they might start fighting again, that was until the Kaesstrian doubled over in pain. Haku had a pretty good idea what was going on and the alien was quick to confirm it, he was changing again. Despite being properly scared to hell he wasn't running. In perhaps a stupidly bold move the Saiyan shook his head, the smallest of smirks creeping across his lips. "This is all about c-control, right...? We'll see if you c-can control yourself..."

Perhaps he had gone into that a little too enthusiastically. Vegeta had intended to strike hard, but leveling Viral like that was hardly ideal. When all three strikes hit successfully he immediately winced inwardly, really hoping no damage had been done. Seeing the Beastman sprawled out on the floor had him worried, that might have been a little too much. Seeing Viral roll over and gesture to him the Saiyan smiled slightly, squatting down and resting his arms over his knees. "Let me guess... 'Don't hit my head when you said you wouldn't?' Yeah... I kind of broke that rule, so... Sorry," he admitted, chuckling as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I think we need to take a break, let you recover. I'm beginning to think that this might not be the way to go about it anyways." Which meant if brawling wasn't going to do the trick then what was? Sigh... Things would be so much easier if his father were here, he'd have the answers. "Now then, can you get up or have I knocked the coordination right out of you?" he asked, smiling teasingly. "We should put the mess hall back together before we have a riot on our hands."