"I don't know if I'd say Vegeta is too confident... More like he's trying to be optimistic," Yumi said, smiling hopefully, "He just wants you to get better, so he's trying to make things work no matter what. If he's more confident about it then maybe that will pay off and it really will all work for the best." Of course failure was an option, it always was. But for this particular instance it had to be the last option, the one they had to try and avoid no matter what. Failure meant Viral would be perpetually depressed, and on top of that who knows what would happen to him physically. It was easy to see why he was in such a rut, there was a lot going against him. Viral could really use some positivity in his life, maybe even a hug. It couldn't hurt, so Yumi got herself up from her seat and walked around the table, dropping down right beside the Beastman. Flashing him a small smile she leaned in, giving him a nice big hug to try and help him settle. She should have known it was only going to bother him, hugs always did. "I am not going to poke myself. I'm hugging your chest, not your head," she joked lightly, letting go as she sat back on the seat. "And yeah... I guess you will have to wait. But don't think waiting is bad. At this point it's waiting to get better, right? So it's a good wait!"

There were all sorts of nasty words Takeshi could say to Choi, being teased about the Shaharians. Not his fault, how was he to know some lizards would be that strong? Plus they had swords, and other weapons, they weren't expecting that. Okay, perhaps he was making excuses, but that quip irritated him nonetheless. Rather than offer a rebuttal he would just let his fists do the talking, then they could see who was the better of them. "Pff.... Maybe I'm not pure-blooded, but I've got good heritage. My father might be a jerk but he's the King, so I've got that going for me," he answered, stopping as he turned with a smirk, "I guess we'll find out what's better, pure blooded Saiyans or half-breeds like me." Waving on Choi to begin he stayed on place, smiling all while the other boy came running in at him. Dodging the first punch he smacked away the second, blocking the third and fourth with his forearms. If he had to guess they were just getting a feel for one another right now, so this wasn't all that Choi could do. Pushing aside one arm as it came in, Takeshi stepped forward one bit and threw an open palm out at Choi's chest, trying to hit him and knock him back before answering with a series of punches of his own.

Kabocha knew he needed to be on his toes for this training session. T'charrl was big, strong and fast all wrapped into one, he wasn't an opponent you could take lightly. Sparring session or not he could get a good beating if he wasn't mindful of what was going on, he'd need to be on his toes. Rather than trying to go hand to hand with the Kaesstrian off the bat he resorted to dodging, using his smaller size to weave in and out of the strikes. He waited for an opening, a chance to move in, and finally got it when an arm went flying over his head. Stepping in quickly he tried to land punches both on T'charrl's gut and side, hoping to make him unsteady. He saw the second set of arms and knew they could be used, but had to try something anyways. Kabocha was forced to back off again when the lower limbs went in for the attack, narrowly avoiding being caught in the ribs with a punch. The individual strikes were fairly easy to dodge if you kept moving, and he did so by taking a leap back. Unfortunately for him he couldn't avoid the ramming attack that came next, his foot only just touching the floor. Instead he threw up his arms, jumping up slightly and curling as he took the brunt of the strike. Getting knocked back a ways he eventually straightened out, his feet hitting the wall with a resounding sound. Squatting he pushed himself off hard, flying right at T'charrl and throwing a punch when he got in close enough.