Shu wasn’t thinking through his actions, he couldn’t see through the anger and distraught he was feeling to even try and listen to Takeshi. Seeing nothing but hatred and anger he tore his way through the vent and saw Takeshi once again try to flee from him, his eyes following him up. Letting out an angry roar in response he grabbed the smashed vent and tore it right off, throwing it up at Takeshi. He didn’t appear to know how to fly or remember how to when he was rampant, but instead of showing any signs of calming down he started firing mouth beams erratically, both trying to hit Takeshi and trying to destroy everything around him. Parts of buildings were being torn to shreds and it was soon looking like the building that he stood on would soon be going down in his rage.

Krom didn’t see how setting Shu on Takeshi was going to solve any problems the pair had, especially when it barely gave Yamate any chance to see how strong his own sons were. To have Shu change into that form was just bad news all around, especially considering he was a tiny ball of destruction, or rather at least he was usually in that form smaller than that. He was quite large there, almost as if he had powered up and that’s what happened when he did. Sometimes he wondered if Takeshi and Shu came from the same mother at this rate, but it wasn’t as if Yamate was going to give him that information when it was hardly important other than knowing the fact they were both half-Saiyans. Looking to Yamate as he spoke he stared in silence, disregarding what was happening up above even as Shu started firing erratically. “I remember my duty, I just don’t know what we’ll do if the youngest tears his brother apart. You’ve yet to tell me why he’s capable of that too so I can do something about it in the future”. Looking up at the pair he frowned at Yamate’s last words, glancing to him calmly. “If you think they’re ready. Those rebels might see to imprison me even if I save Takeshi here, though…unless you believe Takeshi can possibly combat Shu on his own”.