Takeshi was just going to let their little game of tag drop, he was getting annoyed and didn't want to be. Now that they were breaking into an impromptu training session again he had to come up with something to actually teach. Not a whole lot came to mind, at least not a ton that didn't involve blasting. He'd love to teach Shu some attacks, but doing that in the ship probably wasn't too wise. Better they wait until they touched down on some planet somewhere, didn't want to put a hole in the wall while they were in space after all. "Shu, you think everything I teach you is strange..." the older boy remarked, smiling amused. "I was taught by Master Xing, so no, I didn't teach myself. I think more or less everyone knew it, it's nothing new really. Hell, I'm pretty sure old man Roshi even knows it." Was Roshi the one who had taught Goku the trick? There was a lot in Gohan's book, but that wasn't included. It was all written from his perspective basically, with some bits from others added in. Afterimage was in the book as well, but that was basically review for Takeshi at that point. "All it is really is moving fast. Since you're pretty quick it should be a very easy technique to pick up on..." He began to speak again but paused when the other kid walked over to them, looking down at the Saiyan a bit disdainfully. "What is it? We're busy."

Sitting here like this wasn't proving delightful in the slightest, he wanted to do more. Evidently playing wasn't going to happen any time soon, not with the Princes prattling on about some sort of training. After a moment's consideration the Saiyan made a bold choice, opting to try approaching them and join in. He knew he wasn't liked, and would probably get snapped at if not worse for it, but he wanted to try. It was lonely doing what he was, and even if he was berated while taking part that was better than nothing. Unsurprisingly as he approached Shu and Takeshi he was immediately snapped at by the latter. Keeping his gaze off the two somberly the kid shrugged his shoulders, looking away at a wall. "Nothing, just walking, is that okay..?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly. "I just want to watch you two, I'm bored. Sitting over there isn't fun at all." He finally did look at the others, but only because the older of the two had come down to face him. Blinking the young kid edged away slightly, holding his hands up and withdrawing a little. "W-What?"

Sighing softly Takeshi put his hands on his hips, looking down at the Saiyan as he leaned in. "Listen, I don't care if you're having fun or not. You're basically a prisoner here, kid. You attacked my friend and tried to hurt my brother, so frankly I don't give a damn what you want. Be glad we're even letting you sit there and that we've been feeding you." It was a lot better treatment then he deserved for what he had done. When his gaze was met Takeshi glared back, keeping his eye on the kid as he silently turned around and began walking away. The Saiyan went right over to the door, wordlessly opening it before leaving the room. They were technically supposed to be watching him, but eh, he was hardly a threat to anyone. Hell, wandering around was only dangerous for him, someone was probably going to beat him up now. "What a brat... Stupid kid..."

"You have to be strong enough to do it too, you don't just get angry and transform," Vegeta said, thinking it was fairly obvious. Were that the case then Takeshi would have gone all blond on them the first time he and Viral met, so that was a dead giveaway right there. What the Beastman had to say on the matter did make sense though, emotions couldn't be all that was needed. It had to play a part of it, Ikura said so himself, but there were other conditions that probably had to be met too. This was just one big mystery and there was no obvious answer. While slightly frustrated it was also a little exciting, it had been a while since Vegeta had to really apply himself. It would take digging through all the documents and notes he had gotten his hands on in order to figure this out. For the moment, however, they had training to do. "You must be able to exert control over your forms somehow. Do you really think that my father would have given you them otherwise? I don't know how, that's for us to find out." Raising his arms up over his head in a stretch Vegeta pivoted slightly, spreading his legs a bit to get a stronger stance before smiling at Viral. "We'll push you today and see if we can bring it out. If not, well training can't hurt either of us," he added, motioning for Viral to bring it on.