"I didn't smuggle [i]that[/i] much... Just enough to keep myself entertained, that's all!" Yumi said, smiling sheepishly, "You can't blame a girl for bringing some things with her. And at least it wasn't just makeup and clothes, now that would be useless junk." The games and movies were something that everyone on board could use for fun, friends and crew alike. Though the crew probably would have no clue what half of it was, and come to think of it neither would most of the Saiyans. Did they have things like air hockey back on Kortal? She couldn't remember, she'd never seen one. Then again her time there was hardly luxurious, she'd barely seen anything. Sticking her tongue out playfully at Viral she shrugged her shoulders, not feeling the need to defend her 'smuggling'. They had plenty of down time, everyone would be thanking her for bringing things along later. Games didn't sound like they were up Viral's alley, so those were out of the question. Yumi had a pretty good idea what he would enjoy though, even if it was against Vegeta's wishes. Smiling slyly she leaned in and whispered, shrugging her shoulders, "You aren't going to hurt me. I mean... I might get bruises or a scrape, but that's normal sparring stuff," she said, winking at Viral. "You know you want to. It'll be fun, we'll just do some simple sparring to pass the time, no way is something like that going to be risky."

Takeshi got to enjoy an advantage if only for a moment, now Choi was in on it too. And of course he didn't see it as justified for his doing it first, he was becoming annoyed over it. Speedy as his friend was now it was nigh impossible to catch him, let alone hit him. It was awfully frustrating, he had to get Choi away if he was ever going to get back in this. The only thing he could think to do then was kick out in an arch, wide enough that he would hit and hard enough to force the other boy away. It worked, and finally the pummeling ceased as he stood still, his arms still slightly raised. Peering between his forearms Takeshi scowled before pointing at Choi angrily, "I only hit you once you jerk! You kept hitting me!" he complained, sounding all indignant. "And you're already faster than I am, so what the hell?!" So not fair, how was he supposed to compete with that? Wanting quite badly to lash out at Choi again he stepped forward before stopping, warning himself that his anger was getting a bit out there. Stepping back instead he closed his eyes, groaning as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Doing his best to calm down he took a few deep breaths, bringing his energy back to its normal levels before he looked back at Choi. "Just... Drop it back down, alright? I won't use Ki again, promise."

It was really nice that T'charrl was on their side, Kabocha had absolutely no desire to fight the Kaesstrian for real. Being kicked away like a ball was pretty astonishing, especially when the Kaesstrian had next to no space to really put any swing into that kick, it was all raw power. Shaking his stinging hands he glanced down, trying to decide how best to approach this. T'charrl was really strong, he would have to do his best to avoid being hit. Flying back down then he extended one leg, trying to kick down at the alien. To his chagrin his foot was blocked then grabbed, making Kabocha flop awkwardly in mid air. Not wanting to give any chance for something to happen he swung his body, kicking one of T'charrl's arms with his other leg to break the grip before landing away. Hm... There had to be some weak point aside from those orbs, someway he could attack without getting tossed around. Four arms though... Front attacks were probably a lousy idea. But... What about the back? Smirking at an idea he dashed to the side, picking up speed as he kept moving until he was circling, leaving afterimages here and there. When he was directly behind T'charrl he lashed out, trying to tackle from behind and knock the Kaesstrian over.