Vegeta stopped rather quickly when Viral ran into the wall, frowning at how sloppy he had become. Was he already tired? 100 meters, yet Viral looked like he was about to collapse. Extending an arm out to keep the Beastman from moving on, the Saiyan sighed before giving his brother a careful look over. "Maybe you can, but not all at once. Sit down and catch your breath, I'm going to get you some water. Wait here for a moment." That was no good, he should not have tired out that quickly. Given that Viral could fight relatively well still it was somewhat expected he could do a short distance run, yet obviously that wasn't the case. Perhaps they could try getting him to eat something now? No, they should exercise before he tried that, build up more of an appetite. Vegeta didn't have to go too far to find some water for Viral, stopping in a nearby room and finding himself a glass which he filled, hurrying it back to the Beastman's side. "Here, slowly sip this," he said, crouching down and handing it over to Viral, "We'll take a two minute break then try the second lap. In the mean time... How do your legs feel? Did they almost give out on the run?"

"If they have a reason for it then they've never come forward and told us. As far as I can tell they're just tyrants, and tyrants have no business here. And even if they do have their reasons, is this the best way to do it? To do anything? I don't care what their reasoning is, conscripting people and attacking planets isn't a solution." Like Kiton said, they were better off having some sort of conference to solve whatever the Saiyans were doing, but that would never happen. Saiyans weren't exactly known for their diplomacy, with Sayomi being a rare exception to that rule; Korian tried, but more often than not he reverted back to the usual 'I'll beat you up to make you agree', typical of Saiyans. Becoming slightly testy, both with Kiton questioning the rebels and the Uuonians, Sasha decided to make him see firsthand just how friendly the locals were. Pulling him along forcibly, she brought him to a nearby family, expecting children to be especially kind and friendly to him. A little girl came over rather quickly upon their arrival, and she seemed happy for their presence.

She had never seen someone like Kiton before, but he was with the rebels, so he had to be a good person, right? The bad people were put in jails, but this one was walking around with them. He didn't seem to be very happy to be out here though and she wondered why that might be; was it because the city was a mess? They were trying to fix it, it was just taking a little time was all. "Not anyone's friend? But mister... Everyone has friends!" the girl replied cheerfully, beaming as she gave Kiton's hand a squeeze before it slipped from her grasp, "Here, I'll show you my friend!" Racing back to her family as quick as her legs would carry her, the girl spoke with one of the adults briefly before retrieving a stuffed animal from a box. Bringing it back to the trio she looked up at Kiton happily as she held her toy up for him, a yellow creature that somewhat resembled a hippopotamus. "See? I have him, and I have a lot of other friends too! And I have friends I see in the city, and friends I go to school with!" she announced proudly. Then, in hoping to cheer Kiton up she tried to put her toy in his hand, the smile never quite leaving her face. "If you don't have friends, then take this! He can be your first friend!"

Aito hadn't exactly aimed to demean Shu, yet Krom was making it out as such. That man really was good at missing his point on these things, though at least it prompted Shu to act once more. It was hard to say that the young boy was really fighting though, only occasionally leaping at the Elite and throwing some half-hearted punches his way. It must be a serious lack of confidence, as Shu hardly seemed like he was going into this session with a lot of reservation. In a way it was almost sad to watch, knowing the boy must be trying yet not getting anywhere. The way he fought too... Why did he constantly back off and attack again? If he kept the pressure up then maybe he could get somewhere, yet he appeared to telegraph his moves as much as he possibly could. Watching as Shu was slapped aside casually by Krom, the doctor sighed silently and met Shu's uneasy gaze, not giving him anything to work off of. It pained him to just watch, but if he hoped to improve then he'd need to try and get some confidence of his own. They could say anything they wanted, but at the end of the day it fell to Shu himself to be up to the task.

"Come on Shu, kick his ass! You know you can!" Takeshi shouted, clearly not in agreement with Aito's ideas. "I know my kid brother is a fighter, now he's just gotta show me what I already know!" The little guy just really seemed like he didn't want to be here right now, even less so now that he'd gotten batted away like that. He had rarely seen Shu so utterly dejected and hopeless, it was a little too much for his liking. Frowning when his brother didn't seem to perk up any, the older boy walked over despite the doctor's protests, grabbing Shu and pulling him in for a quick hug. "Hey, why don't you take a seat and watch me buddy? I can spar for a bit, then maybe you can try what I did, you know? Get a little inspiration or something." Though if his fighting style was half as lousy as Krom made it out to be, maybe Shu ought not be copying it. Letting go of his brother, Takeshi frowned at Krom and stepped in front of Shu, determined to do as he'd sad and fight the guy now. "Give Shu a break, maybe he just needs to get ready. Train me for now old man, unless you don't want to fight me?"