Roshi really didn't know who this man was... Or did he? His head was so fuzzy right now he very well could and just not remember it. He had a pretty distinct look though, the hermit liked to thing he'd have remembered someone like this. Getting closer just in case it might somehow help him out the old man blinked when Viral growled, gasping and squirming around as his shirt was taken a hold of. Getting lifted off his feet Roshi was then promptly tossed, tumbling upside down and yelling in confusion as he tipped and went head first into the sand. Skidding a ways on impact he finally came to a rest when he ended up at the base of a tree, hitting against it before slumping down. For a second he sat there before finally trying to get himself free, plucking his head out from the sand and coughing a fair bit of it up. Spitting to rid himself of the taste he then turned around, looking at Viral surprised. That had certainly sobered him, now he was all sandy and still confused as to who the man was. Sitting down on his behind Roshi craned his neck, smacking either side of his head as grains of sand slipped out of each ear. "So who is he...? All I got from that was he's grumpy."

"He's probably grumpy because you touched my butt... Pervert..." Yumi retorted, frowning as she folded her arms over her chest. Only seeing a cheeky grin in response she sighed softly, giving a shake of her head. "And this is our friend, Viral. He really doesn't like perverts, so for your own sake I'd behave while we're here." Unless the hermit enjoyed being smacked around like that, then he could do whatever he wanted. Actually... No, even then she'd prefer he keep his hands off. Looking at Viral she frowned finding him still in quite the daze, really confused why he was like that still. Maybe they should call Vegeta, he'd know why. "May I use your phone, by the way? I need to make a call real quick." Nodding gratefully she excused herself from the others, hurrying on inside the house and after a bit of searching finding the phone. Dialing in Capsule Corp's number from memory she waited patiently as it rang, knowing he darn well should be there. 

Takeshi watched the scene a bit curiously, almost breaking into a smile when Roshi got buried in the sand. Yep, their master had done exactly as he'd figured he would, predictable old pervert. It was a really bad idea speaking to Yumi like that around Viral, and certainly so was laying a hand on her in such a manner. If he wanted to keep himself in one piece the hermit would do well not to try that again. Watching Yumi wander off inside the house he wondered exactly what they ought to do now that they were here, figuring it was just a quick stop to say hello. They could train more, but the kind of training they were doing could be just as easily done at home. "Hey Shu...? Why'd we come here again...?" he mumbled, looking around. More training, but now that he was here he kind of didn't want to be. Or more precisely he didn't want to be here with Viral and Roshi most likely going to end up killing one another... More likely Viral killing Roshi if he couldn't learn to keep his hands to himself. Sighing softly Takeshi raised his hands, folding them behind his head as he looked over at Roshi, still speaking to Shu. "Do you want to train some more I guess? We can try making things go boom if you want."