Viral wasn’t having fun with this at all, just having to sit around and hope that he might not keel over and die. It made him wonder how long he had to go or how fast Vegeta had to work and whether it would actually come out successfully. If he tried to fight or transform he was probably going to be in a lot of trouble, but he wanted to battle so badly. It was torture to have to sit around and wait like this for possibly weeks or even months, depending how long he might last. Feeling completely dead inside wasn’t something he was going to be able to easily dismiss, but he knew he’d have to fill that hole sometime. To feel so empty was torture, but he was sure he had complained about that enough. To stay in his room would mean he would have to sleep, something he didn’t want to experience either. Feeling stuck for options he slowly ran his claws through his hair, just covering up his face more in the process before looking to Yumi when she spoke up, confused to what she meant.

He didn’t know what could be done if she thought about doing anything, feeling fairly confused about it when his understanding was there was nothing else on this ship for him. He didn’t care for what was done for long flights or where everyone went, just that they probably weren’t for him. Looking to her curiously he soon sighed, not feeling too sure about her plans, “Movies…? Games…? Saiyan movies and games…” he spoke, feeling confused for a moment before letting out a sigh, slowly turning away again, “If you find anything then you’ll be lucky”. He didn’t know what they did for entertainment on the ships, he was never given the opportunity to check out those kinds of activities, but then again he never did care. In the end, what he needed was somebody to look after him and that made him feel pretty rubbish; he wasn’t even allowed his blade. Looking up at Vegeta he let out a sigh and nodded, lowering his head again, “Yeah, yeah…I know. Like my own personal butler with medication…”

Choi knew he still had the upper hand because he was staying true to his vow to not use Ki, but there was Takeshi using it just to try and show off and get the better of him. Throwing a punch, just as expected it was only an after image, but of course that thought didn’t come until after he tried to hit it, “We’re not supposed to u-AGH!” Choi fell with a fairly hard smack but quickly he was grabbed by Takeshi and with a spin was sent flying into the air. Okay, he had gone too far this time. Stopping in the air he immediately spun around, “Alright that’s it! I don’t care anymore! You’re done for!” Immediately flying in high powered Choi disappeared, his image flashing several times before circling Takeshi once more, taking a much more aggressive approach. Immediately circling in different directions he punched and kicked out, aiming to hit him down to the ground instead.

While T’charrl was pretty confident in himself, feeling pretty pleased that he was able to get this far in the fight without taking too much of a blow; however, that last one threw him off completely. Moving back in surprise he gave his chest a rub, trying to ease the strange sensation before quickly looking up, “Didn’t say stop! I’m fine!” he spoke up, getting ready for his attacks and immediately going into attack mode himself. Throwing out his claws he deflected as many punches as he could, finding it not to be too bad once he was back in the swing of things. He was finding it to not be too terrible so far, he was able to keep up with Kabocha; however, something was becoming pretty distracting. He couldn’t look away but he was sure there was energy, even if it was mild. Letting out a hiss he began to move forward, trying to overpower Kabocha as he continued to hit back, forcing out a kick like a spring.