Yumi wasn't trying to guilt Viral persay, but more make him realize he'd not exactly reacted the best way. Sure, Aito had kind of sprung that on him without warning and she couldn't think of anyone who'd be happy to be stabbed, but was near knocking him out the best response? "Just... Don't try knocking him out next time, please?" So how was acting was that solution exactly? She didn't know, but it didn't take long for them to begin to see results. Surprised when her friend began to groan and use her for support she grabbed hold of one of his arms, doing her best to support his larger size. Even in her grasp he had begun to change, his body starting to shrink some and the extra features he had becoming less and less prominent. Having trouble holding up Viral, Yumi helped sit him to the ground, watching wide eyed as he finally did assume his regular form. Something didn't seem right however, if his bleeding nose wasn't evident of that enough. Frowning as she watched the blood leak out she pulled her sleeve up some, instinctively placing her covered hand over his nose to try and stifle the bleeding. "Aito...? What's wrong with him?"

Hm? What was wrong with who? Reaching up and rubbing at his nose gingerly Aito sat upright, looking over at Viral curiously. "Ah... So the serum worked! That's good, very good!" he exclaimed, smiling as he moved closer, "But he seems to have been worn down... Hm..." What could the possible explanation for that be? Looking the Beastman square in the eye for a moment he then examined one of his arms, looking all over him before nodding to himself. "The muscles were extremely fatigued from the transformation, and a massive amount of energy was spent in order to maintain it. Where he wasn't getting proper nutrition and rest to build up that energy again his body had to use itself as a source, meaning extra strain was put on it. What we're seeing now then, I surmise, is the result of essentially pushing himself past his limit." Viral likely hadn't done this intentionally, it was a byproduct of his transforming. Now that he had the serum however he wouldn't change back for some time, and with luck they could now get him to eat and rest as he very well needed to. "Viral, can you hear me...? Just nod your head if you can."

Takeshi knew Shu was just being a goofball but he still got a little indignant. Trying to be a good sport he smiled at Shu, rolling his eyes and waving a hand dismissively, "Okay, even IF you got better than me, and that's a big if, there's no way you'd be better than Goku. But hey, if you wanna try then go for it, maybe you'll get close!" Probably not, that was a massive leap for someone who barely got the basics. If it helped Shu focus on the training however then he could go right on ahead and dream. It wouldn't just be the two of them training together now either, not with Kabocha having stumbled in on their session. Takeshi didn't quite know how he felt about having a third person, though he would acknowledge their friend was perfectly capable of Ki control. Smirking when Shu was questioned about his abilities he looked over at Kabocha smugly, gesturing to himself with his thumb, "I taught him most of it, he's had a lot of practice before now too!"

"Yeah... That's exactly what I was afraid of," Kabocha responded, frowning as he rubbed at his head.

"Hey, what are you saying? My training isn't good enough?" Takeshi snapped, getting red in the face as he pointed angrily at the other Saiyan, "I taught him perfectly well!"

"For a beginner, sure, but you don't know the finer points of it. You never got the training I did, I know how to really use my Ki. Face it Takeshi, your attacks and things have a lot of punch behind them, but can you [i]really[/i] do anything fancy with it?" Kabocha asked, watching as the older Prince got indignant and turned away in a huff. Rolling his eyes he smiled slightly, walking over to Shu and slinging his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. "Listen, Shu, I'm sure your big brother taught you well and all, but I can teach you stuff he can't. See... Father bought be all kinds of instructors back on Kortal, they taught me techniques only Elites use, and some that were pretty original and cool. I could show you a whole bunch of neat tricks... Or you can let Takeshi show you the same stuff you've done before. Your call kid."

Takeshi turned back around as he heard Kabocha saying this, frowning before walking over and pushing his friend away. "Hey, I've still got things I can teach him! I just saved the really complex stuff for last!" he said defensively, linking his own arm around Shu's shoulders. Looking down at his brother with a smile he gave him a pat on the chest, gesturing between himself and the younger Saiyan. "You want to train with me buddy, I've still got things to teach you. Sure, Kabocha got all this fancy training, but do you really want that? You can do without all the flashy, showy moves, right? You just need to know the basics!"

So how exactly did people prepare a steak? Haku knew you had to get it over a flame and all but then there wasn't exactly a flame here, not one he could see. Did he put it in the oven? Seemed kind of weird, but that was the only possible way he could figure to cook the steaks. Staring at his to-be meal curiously he glanced over when Choi began talking to him, eyes shifting to the pan he was offered. "Oh... Uh... Well..." he mumbled, his cheeks flushing a bit as he took the pan, "Not really... I mean you've just got to heat it up, right? I could put it in the oven and cook it that way, I think..." Did he need to put it on something, or could it go right on the rack? Looking at the pan confused he figured just to place the steaks in there, and then probably in the oven to cook. Or did he put it on top? There were those coils on top of the oven too but he didn't quite know how that worked. "Uh... Do I put it in the oven?"