"You know perfectly well what you did Kai, don't plays stupid," Takeshi grumbled, feeling moody now. Now they could go ahead and get training at least, having reached the training hall at last. It was the same size as the one before only this had all sorts of equipment lining the walls. Some of it he recognized from Kortal, strange little machines that were supposed to help train. There were your standard weights as well, far too heavy for a human to pick up. None of that interested them though, that was much too plain a workout. Takeshi was more than ready to let then man-loving thing die, especially when Shu more or less ignored his plight for help. It was high time to focus on getting stronger, they were going to be doing a lot of training in the coming days to prepare. "It is pretty handy having all these rooms. I don't know where else we could train if not in here." The only place remotely large enough was the mess hall, but that was a sacred place where food was eaten. No way would he ever desecrate the mess hall by wrecking it... Because then where could they go to eat? Giving Kai a nasty look when he made another jab at him Takeshi rolled his eyes, rolling a shoulder and rubbing at it to warm up. "Okay, I'm punching you for that one. Don't worry, I won't be looking at you in any weird way, sorry to disappoint."

Shu looked to be pretty intrigued by all the machines, which came as a surprise to no one. Nearly everything was foreign to the little guy, even after so long. Even common household appliances had interested him back at the house. Takeshi watched his brother in slight amusement, lightening up a bit with his innocent curiosity taking over. "T'charrl's still down here? Huh, maybe we should find him and ask him to train..." Then again he was probably trying to get some alone time to perfect his powers, something that might not be easy if he had one or more Saiyans flying at him. It would be even if they got the Kaesstrian, but this way they could mix things up a bit, maybe do a three way spar. "Stuff? You mean all the equipment?" Takeshi asked, glancing around. "We're not using any of that so don't worry about it. Unless you know how it works it's pretty pointless, and even then I never liked using them. Nope, how about we just do some good old fashioned training like usual? Push ups, sit ups, curls, a little sparring, the works. That sound good with you two?"

"What works for Saiyans doesn't necessarily mean it'll work for you, unfortunately. It's only a theory your powers even work similarly to ours, there's no guarantee that they actually do." It only made sense they would, his father would have tried to recreate something he was familiar with rather than work from the ground up on something totally new. Viral raised a fair point about his creator too, getting a shrug out of Vegeta in reply. "I don't know why, I'm sure he had his reason though. Maybe he saw you weren't in any major danger and wanted me to figure it out? Or... Maybe he forgot? He's been gone for a bit, it wouldn't be unlikely." His father was after all a bit of a prideful man, even if he didn't show it. He could vaguely recall Aito working countless hours on projects to outdo other scientists and competitors, he always tried to be the best. So to think he might withhold the fact he had forgotten wasn't without merit. So the priority right now was to calm Viral down, and from there they could try and solve this. A bit of deliberating led to an unusual idea, but it was worth a shot anyways. Vegeta gave it only a second's thought before going to the Beastman, beginning to scratch and pet him like a common household cat. It actually worked, he realized, smiling in both satisfaction and amusement. Hearing Viral purr like this was sort of funny. "Relax Viral, we're fixing this," he said calmly, moving a hand to scratch between his shoulder blades. "You need to be calm first."