Two days later the treatment for Viral had only advanced to where he might be able to finally start fighting again, even if it was going to still be a while before that happened. He had slept for an entire day before being woken up with a startle, feeling like he had died. He didn’t die though because he was here now, he was not going to end up dying in his sleep anymore. Viral still didn’t want to talk about his experiences and was pretty set on keeping quiet about his dreams. He found the closer he got to waking up the worse the dream became, even though the majority of the day had been silent and without dreaming. He probably wouldn’t had woken up if it wasn’t because his dreams were coming back. He was still feeling really tired, but it was the after effects from sleeping so long.

While still wanting to sleep and yet not wanting to at the same time, Viral still found himself subjected to the torture that was Vegeta training him under Aito’s suggestion. He didn’t particularly want to be tortured like this, but he did want to be able to fight as well. It was time for him to start training with the pair to see how much control he had over himself and to build up his strength. He didn’t know how to feel about this, he didn’t know if he was actually ready to undertake this either. He did want to believe he was ready to train, but something in the back of his head told him he most certainly wasn’t ready for the task. If Aito and Vegeta thought he was ready then they were the only ones with confidence in him. He had an idea to how this session would play out: it would probably start off with them training, Vegeta getting rough, him getting hurt, Vegeta insisting they’d leave the training for now and do something softer. Waiting for them to get ready he rubbed his head, his eyes looking around the room they were given to privately train. It was spacious, something he didn’t particularly like as if something bad was expected to happen to their facility if given less space. He didn’t know if it was just because it was the only one they had available or if they thought this was going to get vicious because of what could happen to him, but either way he was not settling down just yet.

Kiton was having a hard time adapting to the facility and its rule they had imposed on him to keep him under their watch. He didn’t like how much he had to be observed even if it was just mostly Sasha. It reminded him of being in a prison and he was sure he was going to end up losing out if he screwed up just once. He was not used to being in one place for so long, everyone else had freedom too and even if they insisted on treating him the same way he was still bound to one place under severe restrictions. He was pretty close to just ditching Sasha and going off and see what this planet was like in his own secret way. Either way, he had behaved himself over the last few days if feeling a little annoyed about his limits. He didn’t know if they were watching over him anymore and just letting Sasha hang around him only because they didn’t want to deal with him themselves. He did want to see what the training thing the others were doing was all about, but he wasn’t allowed to because he wasn’t one of ‘them’. He understood what ‘them’ meant, they needed the training and he didn’t. He would like to train more seeing how he was getting better and his muscles were improving, even if everybody else still saw him as a scrawny, tiny alien who was a fair pest to have around.

While everyone had managed to recover, Krom was allowed to fulfil his promise to train the kids and get them ready for what was coming pretty soon, even if they didn’t like him. He didn’t care that they didn’t like him, he wasn’t looking for their approvals and if they weren’t going to want to train with him then that was their problem. This offer was for free, it wasn’t as if they had to pay for any of it whether through hard work or being forced into paying him. While waiting for everyone to get gathered and ready he remained where he was, knowing it might be seen as hostile if he was to go and demand they get ready faster. He wasn’t out unsupervised though, he was being watched over by Aito out of all the people who could’ve. It was funny how Korian didn’t want to and was happy to give the duty to this guy, but it didn’t matter much anyway. He figured the guy was wanting to observe the others and how they might get on and probably to flaunt or something. He couldn’t care much about that, he just wanted to get this done without having to sacrifice his time too much on training a bunch of idiots. They were all Saiyans so they were going to be easy to train while their more alien friend was still having to hang back in hospital for recovery. It wasn’t as if he knew how to train that alien and to him it seemed they were strong enough anyway, if a little uncontrolled. For now, Krom was just trying to deal with the pressure of having to show he was going to be a good trainer, seeing how they all seemed so sensitive and prone to anger if he so much as treated them like a typical Saiyan soldier.