With any luck no one would say anything to Vegeta, knowingly or otherwise. They were going in the opposite direction of either of their rooms so that was a dead giveaway. Unless one of them went and hurt themselves there should be no reason to visit him though, so with any luck they were safe. "Okay, I'll admit it wasn't the smoothest, but I'm a bit nervous!" Yumi said, smiling sheepishly, "We are technically... No, we're blatantly going against what Vegeta wanted. I don't think a bit of sparring will be bad for you though, you need exercise to stay healthy after all." She wasn't too sure how intensive it would be, seeing as Viral needed help just walking, but they'd give it their best shot anyways. 

Whatever food was in the mess hall smelled awfully tasty, Takeshi wanted some of it. Unfortunately that food was sitting in a pile in the sink, all mushed together and spread out on the metal surface. Looking at it with a pout he began brushing it into the garbage disposal, woeful to have to waste such a quality meal. Hearing Shu come up beside him he glanced over, furrowing his brow before glancing back at the food before them. "Why not... Because it's in the sink, duh!" Takeshi replied, rolling his eyes, "The sink is probably all nasty and dirty, you wouldn't want to eat food that's been in there, even if it does smell good."

Kabocha was in the mood for all sorts of foods, not being particularly picky. So long as it was of adequate quality he wouldn't mind so much. Sure, Takeshi could cook a mean bird over a fire, but that was... Well it just wasn't the right way to cook. It was subpar at best, and frankly he just didn't enjoy that kind of food as much. As luck would have it though there were two former-royal chefs in their midst, and they could easily whip up something good. For whatever reason though Choi took exception to that request. "Me, cook? Hey man, let's be serious now. I've never cooked a single thing in my life, and you seriously think I can cook something good on my first try?" Shaking his head he smiled, folding his arms over his chest. "You two are trained to do it, and we're your friends, right? So why don't you cook your friends some good food?"

"We'll just make some more food, that's all, nothing to it," Takeshi added, smiling as he washed down the last of the food. Watching the last bits disappear he turned to see the twins coming in, silently relieved they were coming in to do the cooking, as he guessed. "Sure you don't want my help?" he asked, half kidding and half serious. He wouldn't mind cooking, especially if improving meant that he could provide better meals for himself and Shu. Though the little guy never seemed to mind roasted fruits and meats very much.