Vegeta was going to move off of the transforming conversation now. Viral had enough of that throughout the day without Yumi bringing it up. He knew she was only trying to help, but far as he was concerned the best thing right now was to get off of that topic. Besides they were in the kitchen, food was more on his mind at any rate. He'd denied himself food quite often as of late, and as such each time he was going to eat he was usually famished. Reminding himself they were here for Viral's sake moreso than his own he asked the Beastman if there was anything in particular he'd like. "Wouldn't that be cannibalism?" he asked, smiling slightly, "We have fish, that's close enough. Perhaps we'll do some of that, and some mixture of sides. Keep it simple." With just three of them it was a touch excessive to cook a whole lot. Viral wouldn't eat much, Yumi likely had eaten recently, and Vegeta had no intention of binging. "I'll get to cooking, it shouldn't take too long. You two just go ahead and relax for a bit." The chance to be alone with his thoughts was necessary, he had to think things through. Viral's treatment would have to be set on a schedule, and the treatment itself administered carefully. It was a lot of logistics to sort out, and the sooner he could get on that the better. 

Yumi wasn't going to argue, she had little desire to cook right now. Taking the seat directly across from Viral she nodded appreciatively to Vegeta, smiling as he left them alone. "So... Fins, huh?" she asked, eying the new appendages on the Beastman's arm curiously. Could she get things like that too? Or were her changes going to be entirely different? Could she even change? Leaning down she laid an arm across the table, her chin setting down on top of it idly. "What's it feel like? Does it hurt?" Like a curious child she reached out, and with her fingertips grazed over the fleshy protrusions, wondering what it felt like. A little coarse and cooler than she'd expected, it must be odd having those. And that wasn't even including the horns and tail, and whatever else Viral might have now. After prodding for a moment she withdrew her hand, folding both arms under her chin and releasing a long sigh. "Now that he's gone... I'm going to be honest. All of this waiting around for the rebels really sucks. I want to go knock that creep of a king around for what he did to us. But we're supposed to wait for the okay before doing that," Yumi mumbled, lifting her head slightly to look at Viral. "You think the same thing, don't you? That we should just go now?"

T'charrl was getting worried over nothing, he wasn't going to change. Takeshi didn't feel threatened in the slightest by their friend, not in his current state. Sure, when he did change it was nightmare fuel for him, but so long as that didn't happen they had no problems. "You did help us though! Shu and I were getting our butts handed to us, you came in and saved the day. Granted you kind of scared the crap out of a ton of people doing it, but... Eh, they'll get over it." Better that a few Shaharians have to have nightmares for a while than he and Shu be back in their father's clutches. Not really selfish considering how bad the latter was either, he didn't feel the least bit sorry for the Shaharians. "Big feelings? I guess that's like overwhelmed," Takeshi explained, stopping just short of the training hall. "It's like when you feel too much of something, and it's a lot to handle at once, kind of like that," he continued, gesturing with his arms for 'big', "Kind of like when you absorbed energy, you know? You could say you were overwhelmed by all the energy." Hah, they hadn't even meant to and already T'charrl was learning from them. This teaching stuff was easier than he thought, Takeshi didn't get the whole deal with it. Going to the console he began putting in the password, smiling over at his friend and brother. "So we'll train hard, but not too hard. And we can take a break if you feel like things are getting out of hand." Letting the doors slide open he stepped into the room, rolling one of his shoulders preemptively. Out of the corner of his eye he caught some movement, turning his head to see what it was. Good thing he spotted it as a large weight was flying through the air, to which Takeshi ducked to avoid. Squatting down as it crashed a ways behind him with a resounding bang he glanced up, blinking before scowling and pointing at a trio of figures. "Watch it you idiots! You nearly took my head off!"

Throwing heavy weights around was a bit of an odd training regiment, but it seemed to be working. Kabocha thought it was, he could certainly feel the burn. And gods know it was hard to keep a grasp on something that massive while spinning. After getting a good rotation going around he finally released the latest weight, sending it hurtling across the room as they had done before. He didn't notice anything awry until he heard a voice, and was pretty sure that the weights couldn't talk. "Hey, I'd recognize that complaining voice anywhere!" he chimed, grinning as he looked towards the door at a miffed Takeshi. "Long time no see, Takeshi! Sorry for almost flattening you!" That was some way to make an entrance. It's what he got for just waltzing on in here too, they weren't the only ones that used the room. Leaving Choi and Kai where they were he drifted over towards the others, though keeping his distance unless he was going to get pummeled. "Shu and T'charrl too? It must be our lucky day! To what do we owe this visit from the Princes and their friend?" Kabocha asked, making no attempts to hide the teasing tone of his voice. 

"Har har har, you're hilarious Kabocha," Takeshi mumbled, picking himself up and dusting himself off. Just what were they doing anyways, tossing weights around like that? Good thing the room maintained itself, otherwise Vegeta would be righteously pissed at what was going on in here. So the room wasn't empty, that was annoying. There were others obviously but this was their usual one, he'd prefer to keep it that way. It was fairly big in of itself, so maybe both groups could train at the same time, so long as the twins or Kabocha didn't pelt them with training weights. "We're here to do some training, and by that I mean [i]real[/i] training, not... Whatever you guys are doing," he continued, waving a hand dismissively. Looking past Kabocha and up at the twins, Takeshi raised an eyebrow, pointing again at Kai, "I'm surprised you're letting these knuckleheads do this. I though you were the responsible one."