The exercises being assigned now were hardly strenuous, yet it was nice all the same to see Viral coping with them well. Being inactive as he had been for some time, coupled with his degenerating condition, there was some question as to whether he could handle even this much. With any concerns sufficiently quelled for now, they could perhaps focus on making some serious strides in his well-being now. With a lack of any equipment on hand they would have to make due with just themselves, which unfortunately meant a third of the exercises Vegeta had considered were now impossible to do. Simple sprints between one end of the room and the other however ought to be perfectly doable, and with luck Viral would have no issues in doing them. "So we'll run side by side? Fair enough, I see no problem with that," he agreed, nodding slightly before moving up against the wall. With his left heel pressed flush against the matted surface he leaned forward slightly, waiting for Viral to assume a similar position to begin. "A dozen times, six each way, perfectly reasonable I think. We'll go at your pace, and don't feel the need to try finishing in record time, this is not a race." No sense in straining and causing injury, there was more exercising to be done. 

"You wouldn't be in servitude. It's not like we're forced into doing what we do," Sasha explained, "We do it because we want to. We believe in what we're fighting for, and we'd do whatever we can to make it a reality. In fact, the only thing I've ever been forced to do is retreat, and for good reason." Did it really come across as their being helpless soldiers or servants? You could join the rebellion of your own will, and leave if you wanted, plain and simple. Of course if you left and became an enemy then there'd not be any mercy just because you were a former ally; an enemy was an enemy, and for the welfare of everyone else, enemies had to be dealt with one way or another. Shaking her head at Kiton's comments on Uuonians, Sasha let out a sigh before looking around at some of the groups still busy at work. "Uuonians have been nice to me even before I joined with the rebels, and everyone else. There are refugees here who they are nice to, former soldiers of the Saiyan military who've been tended to and cared for, despite being enemies. These people have amazing technology, but they can't fight. What they can do is help others, and they do that plenty. Believe it or not, but they are good people, and they always have been. I can prove it, if you want?"

Takeshi was fine with Shu sparring with Krom, if a bit nervous. Shu did need to train, and so long as the Elite didn't hurt his brother or do anything dirty then they would be fine. It was hard to watch the little guy basically flail about trying to hit Krom, it was like their instructor was intentionally making Shu look bad. Takeshi wasn't going to interfere though, not up until his brother was kicked into the ground rather harshly. As so many times before he snapped seeing Shu be struck, rushing in without missing a beat and landing a punch square on Krom's head, getting him to even stumble slightly. He hadn't expected such a quick retaliation though, and in taking a punch to the face in turn he was knocked away, groaning as he bounced once and ended up on the ground, dazed and disoriented from the strike. Okay, so the jerk could hit pretty hard, he'd have to remember that from now on. He could just hear Shu shouting something about him, yet the room was kind of spinning at the moment and his head throbbed, probably best not to move just yet. 

"Krom! Control yourself! You're frightening Shu, not helping him!" Aito warned, frowning as he watched the display disapprovingly. Takeshi had no business in getting involved, but he really didn't need to be borderline knocked out for it. If that hit was all it took to put Shu down then they shouldn't even bother training him, and his brother of all people ought to know that. To him, it almost appeared as though the older boy simply didn't trust his sibling to protect himself, like coming to his aid was almost compulsory. That was probably part of why Shu was so timid too, he always had someone to protect him. If a child was shielded their entire lives then they never learned to face adversity, and it almost appeared like Shu was suffering from that. Giving Takeshi just a brief glance to make sure he was okay, the doctor was relieved to see the older boy sitting up and regaining his senses. Good, now how was Shu going to fare?