With Father having decided to oversee training, Vegeta found himself once more at the helm of Viral's recovery. Not a necessarily bad thing, and it was refreshing to see the progress had been made. Had he completely recovered? Not in the slightest but even with just a day's worth of sleep one could tell he'd improved. Less agitated, even healthier looking, it was hard to argue with the benefits of some proper rest. Not wanting the efforts to go to waste, Vegeta had planned an entire day out for the Beastman, intent on continuing his recovery to the fullest. Today in particular would include a great deal of training, but perhaps not the training he was expecting. Instead, they would be doing several workouts to rebuild muscle mass and endurance, as those would be crucial in combat training anyways. Just because it was not combat oriented persay did not mean Vegeta intended to take it easy on his brother, in fact he planned for anything but. "I'm sure you've gathered by now that we won't be sparring today," he spoke plainly, hardly wasting time with his words, "Instead, I was thinking we can do some simple exercises, to rebuild your strength. Once you've regained muscle mass and some stamina, then we can go into the sparring. This may not be what you were hoping for, but father and I decided this was the best method of approach for you, so we'll give it a try. Feel up to the task?"

When Sasha had volunteered for watching over Kiton, she hadn't quite appreciated just how dull the job might be. She had mostly taken the post to spare the alien from being with Ricken, and it was a good thing she had; Ricken wouldn't have been nearly as sympathetic as she was trying to be, making this much worse for Kiton. Still though, in having to keep him within the facility, she herself was bound to it as well. Hardly ideal, and there wasn't quite any way to get out of it either. Maybe not the duty itself, but there may be some way to perhaps liven up things a little. She had been deliberating over something for the better part of a day now, and after weighing the risks and benefits she had decided to go for it. As they were sat around Kiton's temporary housing, Sasha took one glance up at the lone window before standing up, clasping her hands together before pointing towards it. "We're going into the city today," she said firmly, "I'm sick of just staying inside here, and I know you must be too. I've been with you constantly since you showed up, I can tell you're not going to do anything. If Korian gets upset then I'll explain it to him, but we're leaving." She didn't know where, or for how long, but it was high time they got out for a little while. Opening up the door to Kiton's room she waved him on, smiling slightly as she did so. "I'll take whatever flack comes our way for this, so don't worry. Now hurry up before someone higher up sees us."

Shu having recovered quick as he did was great, as was the fact they were allowed to go out and do things again. Sure, it stunk that T'charrl wasn't quite well yet, but they'd be stopping by their friends room for daily lessons, so it wasn't as if they weren't seeing him. On top of recovery, they were even going to be trained by someone, a fact that Takeshi really looked forward to; he could fight, sure, but it was woefully apparent by now a trainer he was not, and it was only fitting that someone else take the job. That had been his mentality going into things, but upon seeing Krom waiting for them he quickly doubled back. Honestly, him of all people, HE was training them? Whatever the story about him and his father was aside, he didn't care for the Elite at all. Standing, arms crossed and sour-faced, Takeshi frowned at Krom as they waited for instructions, not at all trying to hide the fact he wasn't happy about this. "Seriously... We have to do what you say? Whose fricken idea was this...?" he grumbled, huffing before pointing at the Elite, "We've beaten you, so how the hell are you supposed to train us? Isn't a trainer supposed to be, you know, stronger than his students?" Okay, maybe that wasn't the case, both he and Shu could probably have moped the floor with Roshi. But there was a big difference between the old pervert and this jerkwad: he actually [i]respected[/i] Roshi, and that was something Krom would never have from him.