Takeshi didn't exactly have a 'favorite place' or one that he particularly missed. Most of the places he could remember held some rather lousy memories, and the few that had good ones were too brief to be deemed a favorite. His house was probably the only place even remotely close, and with all the bad that went with it he couldn't quite give it that title, not just yet. In a brief moment of sentiment he reflected on how the company he kept was far more important than they were, being a bit more profound than usual. Maybe doing that with Shu present was a bit of a moot point as the little guy seemed to miss most of what was said entirely. He certainly picked up on Takeshi liking him however, moving closer rather excitably. "I think the phrase 'cheesy' might be lost on you buddy," he replied, laughing a bit, "But yeah, I mean it. You guys mean a lot to me, even if I don't say it usually, so thanks." Taking a brief pause he narrowed his eyes at Shu, reaching out and poking him in the chest. "Don't you ever tell anyone what I said, alright? I don't want everyone thinking I'm a sap or something." Goodness knows Vegeta and Yumi would torment him to no end. Never mind what the squad might do if word got out he was all sentimental about friendship and crap. The mention of their mother brought a small smile to Takeshi's lips, and with a nod of his head he looked to Shu happily. "Of course she'll like us, she's our mom. They're supposed to do that stuff aren't they?"

Haku hadn't a clue what T'charrl meant, "Not like last time", but he was about to find out. Feeling the strong need to prove he had at least some mettle, at least for pride's sake the young Saiyan refused to budge, determined to ride out the change and brave whatever might face them on the other end. The transformation had begun on one hell of a note, the audible crunching and expanding of tissue was pretty sickening. Before his very eyes T'charrl began to expand, rather unevenly as his body looked to randomly grow in different places. It wasn't nearly as big as what he had been before, but it was every bit as intimidating to watch. Something was different too, something that alarmed the warrior to see. Extruding from several places on T'charrl's body were bony, cartilage-like appendages, small spikes protruding from his flesh. Eyes widening in shock at what was before him Haku had no idea what he was supposed to do now, certainly not if they were going to spar. This energy, it was something else, it was scary too. Being spoken to he jumped a bit, looking up in surprise at the Kaesstrian. "W-Words... What...? D-Do you want me to talk...?" he asked, earnestly confounded. "Uh... O-Okay. Uh... Are you okay...?" 

Perhaps he had been a touch harsh with that session, Vegeta reflected. There was no need to strike Viral as hard as he had, certainly not reinforcing his blows with Ki either. The Beastman was very clearly in pain from their spar and probably would be feeling it for quite a while. The fact he had no actual damage sans some soreness spoke volumes about his recovery however, he was definitely in better shape now. If they could condition him a bit more and master these forms there wasn't a doubt in Vegeta's mind that Viral could battle Elites, even in his base form. Wandering to one of the tables he grabbed it and dragged it across the floor, grateful for the padded legs not screeching. "Viral, I'm sorry for that. I figured trying to get to you mentally was the way to go, I was wrong." Mind games might not work, at least not that way. They might have to discover a way to do this without physically harming Viral. Hm... There was an idea, he'd have to look into it later. Setting the table in place Vegeta glanced back over at Viral, heading towards him and gesturing for the Beastman to do the same. "Come here, let me just make sure there's no actual damage. You sustained those hits very well, I'd be surprised if you have more than a few bruises. Which considering how hard I hit you means you've definitely gotten better."