Kai didn’t know whether to trust Takeshi’s word on that since the kid was a bit wild and who knew if he’d try to eat something that was vaguely different to what he was used to. Either way, he was soon walking off towards the water cooler and getting himself a refreshment, seeing as how he only got up not that long ago and was still feeling a little groggy. Shu, on the other hand, was having fun learning something new even if it was just a few weights. They were pretty difficult to get a hang of at first, but he was soon finding it pretty fun lifting them and feeling as if he was getting stronger with each lift, “Yeah I’m doing it! I won’t?” he questioned him, tilting his head a little before bouncing a little, “I won’t overdo it, I swear! I wanna get stronger! I wanna look stronger like you!” He did hope he might get some muscle by doing this, seeing how skinny he looked. He did not look like a Saiyan apart from the tail and even then it was questionable. Giggling a little, he took one of the weights and wrapped his tail around it, lifting it up and down with it, “Is this how people get stronger? By lifting these things?”

Viral had a pretty difficult time getting the energy and even finding it was hard, releasing it before Vegeta had a chance to touch it. His energy was definitely something he did not want someone to touch, but it shattering like that meant he successfully dispelled it and was now changing back. It was mentally exhausting doing that the first time and he had barely even realised he had changed back, not until Vegeta spoke to him. Looking up a little, he frowned when he realised why Vegeta was averting his gaze before he slowly reached over towards his bed, pulling off the sheet and wrapping it around himself, “I…just did the opposite of what I do for Enki, but now I don’t think that’s a good idea…” he grumbled, rubbing his head slowly, “I don’t think I did it right…I think I dispelled lot of my own energy and not the form’s…”

Choi was definitely quite big on using these techniques for mischief, seeing as how they were all perfect for doing such things and he could truly be given something to do, but of course he had to have someone to have fun doing it with. Spying was all fun and games, but it only became hilarious when he had someone to share the mischief with. Maybe Yumi would eventually give in and have fun with him using telepathy; it would just take a little more time. Smiling at Yumi, he shrugged a little, “I don’t know”, he spoke before sighing, “All I’ve ever known is war; all anyone in Saiyan society has ever known is war. I’m open to suggestion, though!” Grinning a little, he gasped slightly when he was punched, holding his arm and giving a nervous smile, “Heh…I still feel sad for accidentally blowing up that food stand…” Letting out a sigh, he tried to turn his mind onto other mysteries they were facing, namely the smell of food. Looking to Yumi, he frowned a little and looked to the door as well. After what happened with the monster in the engine room he didn’t know what he should think when it came to this strange smell, hoping it wasn’t another monster. Watching Yumi enter the code and immediately enter the room, he looked in from behind her, “What is it…ah! What’s he doing here??”

T’charrl had been in a very unsettled sleep, trying to keep to himself as he remained in his more monstrous form. He couldn’t find what he needed to change back and was still highly stressed out, but the opening of a door behind him alerted him immediately. Grunting a gasp, he turned when his name was called before suddenly hissing a roar as he immediately backed off to the further reaches of the room with bright glowing eyes staring angrily at the pair. Of all the people he didn’t want Yumi to see him like this; he didn’t even know how she managed to find him. Hissing lowly, he lifted his secondary arm to cover his face.