"Lift things? You mean like weights? Don't be ridiculous, that would be a waste of time," Vegeta responded, waving his hand dismissively. Well, in some manner of speaking they might be lifting weights, if one could count their own body as weight. This building they were in came with a unique feature, one that he was a little surprised Viral hadn't noticed yet. Yes, it was a fairly empty room in of itself, but then you weren't supposed to put things in a room like this. Waving the Beastman over as he headed for a panel on the wall, he input a series of commands and waited for the screen to light up, an alien language appearing on it. "I'm sure you've heard of people doing increased gravity training before, yes? Well, I figured we would give that a try. It's going to be challenging without a doubt, but if you acclimate to a stronger gravity, your body will be all the better under normal circumstances. It'll be rudimentary exercises and calisthenics, but it'll all be done with increased pressure." Mundane in some ways, yet ingenious in others. Working at a higher gravity should mean his muscles would develop for that, and ergo be even stronger when the load was lightened. "If you'd rather do something else of course you're free to, but this is the reason we came to this exact room."

Sasha was growing weary of being stuck in the base, and she was certain Kiton was as well. He had even been denied in joining the Princes for their training, so without a doubt he was feeling somewhat bitter right now. Bringing him along to train was out of the question, as there was no doubt Korian would be rather angry should they go that route. Fine, there were other things they could do anyways, namely just go out into the city. She had been told to keep Kiton here in the compound, but he wasn't a threat, and she was capable of keeping an eye on him, so why not? She was all for it, yet the Frost Demon still needed some convincing. "We won't end up in jail for it, relax. Neither of us want to sit here and waste our day doing nothing." She wasn't going to let him talk her down this time, she had tried the other day and come up empty handed, but not now. They wouldn't take the front entrance for obvious reasons, yet thankfully there were alternative, far less guarded doors to take. "You're not going to hurt anyone, are you? No? Then no one is in danger, so relax. And if I get disciplined then I get disciplined, I'll accept punishment because I know I'm going against an order," Sasha said with a shrug, turning her head to look back with a smile, "Let me worry about what happens if we get caught, okay? You're under my supervision, so anything that happens falls to me, not you."

Being trained by Krom just seemed like an awful idea, and Takeshi almost retched at the thought of showing him any semblance of respect. He was no better than his former master, and he'd love to do to the Elite what he had to that murderous psychopath, yet he was told they had to go through with this. Having Vegeta's old man here keeping an eye on everything didn't help either, it seriously felt like he was watching their every move. Making his displeasure well known, only getting further frustrated when Krom began arguing back trying to sound like he was in the right. "None of that would be a problem if it wasn't for you, you bastard! You caused all kinds of problems with our father, and now here you are, marching in thinking you can train us and just make it all better! It's bullshit!" Takeshi shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. Hearing someone clear their throat loudly he cringed when he realized it was Aito, and the man had somehow gotten awfully close to them. Turning his head slowly he met the gaze of the doctor, flinching and moving away as the doctor's face was level with his own, wearing an annoyed expression. "Hey! Ease off doc, this is none of your business!"

"It is my business though. I was asked to oversee this session, and that's what I'm doing," Aito responded calmly, standing upright and placing one hand on his hip, "Look... Takeshi. I get what you're feeling, and it's acceptable to feel it, but please look at the bigger picture. Your brother is at risk if he doesn't get this training, and your friends will need you when the real threat comes around. If you're angry, then fine, be angry. But use it as a fuel to spur your training, rather than as a roadblock to progress." If he didn't personally want to train then everyone would suffer for it, that was just how it was. If his own strength was any indication, the potential of Saiyans born on Earth was quite high, they couldn't afford not to train someone else. Turning then to Krom, Aito frowned in disapproval at him. "And you... He's a child, and a loud-mouthed one at that. Not to mention you're supposed to be their instructor here, and yet you're arguing with him despite knowing full well you're right. If you can't keep from going at each other every time some petty disagreement comes up, perhaps you're unfit for this duty. Should we just preemptively take you off now and let me handle the job?"