In spite of that being a fairly gruesome dream Vegeta didn't appear to flinch at all. Keeping an indifferent expression, he remained silent for a moment before letting out a sigh, running a hand through his hair with a small nod. "I see... I suppose that's to be expected. That event on Pagonia left its mark, and it's only natural you'd have a nightmare about it. Because I know it's just a manifestation of your fears and self-doubts, not your desire, I have no reason to be worried." Well, that wasn't fair to say, but rather he knew the chances of such a thing were incredibly low. Viral had always managed to retain some semblance of control, either that or they could help him do so; with his condition bound to begin improving as well there would be even less reason to worry. Proposing to carry on with exercising, Viral changed the workout by opting for push-ups instead. "So it really did a number on your legs, hm?" Vegeta asked, crouching down and folding his arms across his knees, "Perhaps we could have the meal sooner than I suggested? Some nutrition will help your muscles recover faster. And, if you're still serious about training, then it can only be beneficial."

Leto wanted to try and help Kiton, even if he didn't know him. Since joining the rebels he was certain the majority of people were good in this war, and sometimes good people were made to do bad things. Yamate was perhaps the one exception to that rule thus far; even the likes of Krom seemed decent, they just had their hands forced. "I understand that, and... I guess I should apologize, my young friend. It's not right for me to talk about you like I know you," the Yulian admitted, "But... The little I do know makes you seem similar, that's all." In hopes that a change of scenery would help some, Leto had begun to lead Kiton towards the lake, gradually moving away from the thickly populated center. Buildings began to thin, and residential buildings gave way to store houses and commercial districts. "There's a difference between being a bad person, and doing bad things to survive," Leto added certainly, looking down at Kiton with watery eyes, "Do not confuse them my friend. You did what you needed to in order to live, no one can fault you for that. But now you have a chance to leave that life, to live comfortably and be among others. Don't you want that for yourself? I can't think of a more beautiful thing!"

Damn it! Why wasn't this working? They weren't fancy attacks or anything but he put a lot of power into them, yet Krom was blocking and dodging them like nothing! Takeshi was doing this to try and show Shu that this creep wasn't all that, but instead he was making himself look like an ass. Gritting his teeth furiously he threw a pair of quick punches, stopping promptly when both of his hands were grabbed. Damn it all, he was being toyed with wasn't he?! Growling in frustration he tried to jump up and headbutt Krom, getting nothing but air in the process. To add insult to injury he was then used as a ragdoll and thrown to the side, managing to plant the landing and get to his feet. He was bristling with anger by now, his fists trembling as Krom spoke down to him. That was how he fought, he wasn't treating it like some everyday brawl! "So what should I do then, huh?! What?!" Takeshi shouted, throwing a hand towards Krom angrily, "When I trained they didn't teach me much of anything, they said the way I fought was fine! If you're so great, then what am I supposed to do, huh? What makes you right and those other bastards wrong?" He was supposed to show up Krom and make Shu feel better, now he was just making himself furious. 

"I just want to know what you think in a fight Shu. Why does leaping like that seem like the way you should attack me?" If there was some false ideas behind it, perhaps Aito could try to dispel those thoughts. Takeshi was in the same boat as Shu it seemed, both could fight and yet there was no discipline behind it. They fought, simply put, like children: throwing limbs everywhere in hopes of hurting their opponent. Plenty of strength yet no refinement, they were in essence a battering ram smashing against a reinforced door, never getting anywhere. Giving the young Saiyan another suggestion, Aito waited patiently for him to make his move. The attacks that followed seemed half-hearted at best, and didn't pack quite as much as a punch as he might have thought. "Hm... Shu? You have your legs too, don't you? And that tail of yours," he observed, blocking one of Shu's attacks before grabbing his hand gently and lowering his arm. Squatting down before Shu then he smiled, waving a hand to tell the boy to relax a little. "You know what? I think you could be really good at sticking to an opponent. You're fast, and you can hit pretty hard, maybe you should focus on staying close to the person you fight?" Did that make sense? It was a little challenging to tell with Shu, he seemed to misunderstand or misconstrue what he was told a lot. "I guess in other words... You're good at climbing, right? And moving around really quickly? Use those to your advantage. If I throw a punch at you, dodge it and try to somehow counter me. Would you like an example of what I mean?"