Viral didn’t like putting off any sort of training because he was once again unable to do it, finding it to be the least productive thing he could do on the entire ship. There was nothing useful he could do and that was it. He shouldn’t allow himself to be driven by fear, it was completely irrational but anything could happen; besides, everyone was busy training with their partners to keep an eye on him. It was just pathetic, really. Shaking his head at Vegeta’s response he groaned, already annoyed, “Don’t give me that tone…you know why I have to be cautious!” he snapped, pointing a claw at him, “If you’re so disappointed then why don’t you train with me and see yourself? Call it a ‘therapy session’ if you wanted to…” He hated it when he was spoken to in that tone, but if Vegeta wanted to doubt his ability to judge then it would be his fault when he was proven wrong. All high strung now, his eyes went to the desk before back to Vegeta, “You want me to read those? You let that Saiyan keep information on me…” Finding it more annoying than anything, Viral moved over to the desk and picked up some of the papers. A lot of the words used in these notes appeared fairly technical, but it was nothing he wasn’t familiar with. Looking through them nonchalantly, he sighed before looking up at Vegeta again, “It’s nice to know how much you two have about me”, he mumbled, “There’s nothing about this happening…just an analysis of my energy and other crap about me. If you think you have no idea what’s going on then why should I know?”

Shu didn’t know how he was supposed to control his anger just because Takeshi told him he could, especially when he wasn’t used to feeling it. He felt incredibly vulnerable and dangerous at the same time, the ability to explode with anger being inside him and the ability to try and tear Takeshi apart made him very scared. He didn’t know how he was supposed to release this anger either and the thought that he needed to get angry at Takeshi made him a little sad. Frowning, he stared up at Takeshi, “But…she could help if I got too mad too”, he muttered, feeling a little cornered, “What if I can’t get angry at you?” Feeling confused and a little lost he looked around, tilting his head slightly before slowly looking back at Takeshi at his latest suggestion, “Umm…I don’t usually feel angry when I’m fighting…I mean, fighting like I usually do…I-I mean when I do get angry when I’m fighting, I change. I don’t know how to feel anger like that, especially towards you”.