Being shown up like that really sucked, even more so knowing nothing could be done about it. Dammit, he knew Viral was good with a blade but he hadn't expected to be made an utter fool like that. Still sat on the ground Takeshi lifted his head, looking up at the Beastman annoyed as he eased his grip on his sword. "If I was using Ki you wouldn't even be able to touch me," he retorted, smiling bitterly as he shook his head. "You might be stronger than me physically, but I can do things you can't. You're good with a sword, but only when you can reach your target. All I'd have to do is fly and your advantage is gone." That was, of course, a sleazy tactic and far from fair. Were they ever to have a match to actually decide who was better Takeshi would do his damnedest to avoid any unfair advantages. That would be tricky for both of them as they specialized in two different styles of combat, his being Ki and Viral's being swordplay. They would make it work somehow, and one of these days he was determined to beat the Beastman in a one on one fight. Until that came he wasn't going to stop chasing that fight either.

"Just you wait... I'll be even better than you are someday," Takeshi said, picking himself up onto his feet. Sheathing his sword the Saiyan looked over at his friend, staring coolly at him for a moment. "Don't count me out just because I lost this, I'm not giving up so easily." So long as Viral was willing to instruct him the lessons would continue, for as long as need be. Maybe not in swordplay explicitly, but he was determined to surpass the Beastman, at his strongest, nothing less. Much as he could use the instruction however now wasn't the time for lessons, they had things to do for the Shaharians. More importantly Shu and T'charrl were waiting on him to return, probably parched and starving at this point. Making way for the door Takeshi paused in the opening, glancing back over his shoulder. "If they'll come after this then they'll come, if not all we've got is medicines. It's better than nothing, I guess." Though more hands would be nice, lighten the load on the existing crew. If not for the rebels ships goodness knows they could use a few more crew on their own ship. 

About fifteen minutes passed by the time Takeshi had left Viral's room and finally got back to the hangar. It was awkward, walking around with an armful of food and drinks like this. Since he didn't want to get covered he had found an unused, clean trash bag and loaded it to the point of bursting with fruit. On his other arm he carried a box filled with water bottles, sugary soft drinks and juices. "Sorry about the wait you two, got caught up with something," he said apologetically, smiling as he set both down before Shu and T'charrl. Now they could eat, drink up and relax before heading back out into that horrid heat. From what could be seen within the ship's hangar the storm had died down at least, though the sound of wind blowing echoed through the spacious room. They were still taking the shuttle regardless, it was much too hot to walk that kind of distance comfortably. Reaching down Takeshi grabbed a bottle of water for himself, pausing when he looked at Shu's feet again. "Oh yeah, got these for you..." Attached to the back of his trousers he had tied a set of boots together, undoing the knot and dropping the shoes before his brother. "Even if it stings putting them on its better than leaving your feet exposed, so get them on before we go out again, alright?"