“I’m happy you think my nightmares are nothing to worry about, you know…” Vegeta sure did know how to make him feel like crap, as usual. It didn’t particularly matter if it was traumatising to see images like that, so long as he didn’t end up committing them. Viral knew he was supposed to not see them as any sort of threat, but that still didn’t mean he wasn’t constantly being tortured by them. He wouldn’t mind rid of them so if he might end up transforming again without proper mental control he wouldn’t end up eating someone he knew. Opting to go with doing some push-ups for now he got down and got started, finding them to be the only exercise he was comfortable doing. Anything else felt like they might break his legs much to his displeasure. Continuing on with them he only glanced to Vegeta at the mention of food, continuing with his push-ups. “Hmm maybe, but if it goes to hell I just want you to start forcing it into me somehow. I hate feeling weak…”

Kiton didn’t know what he was supposed to say to defend himself. While this guy didn’t appear to know about him being one of those people who killed for money, he wasn’t going to pretend it never happened just to make him feel better. The very reason he was here was because he nearly killed an entire species with his selfish desire to survive. Looking to Leto he frowned and shook his head, looking away. “Maybe the less people know about me, the better”, he spoke, shrugging, “I’m not sure people would want me to be wandering around like this if they knew me”. Watching the buildings begin to disappear he frowned when his attention was once again drawn to Leto, frowning at the look he was giving him before he looked away. “I’m sure I do, but I doubt I can get away with not killing. It’s practically in my genes, you know? I’ve never heard of my kind being something…’noble’…”

Krom was confident he was going to be able to teach Takeshi a good lesson on how to fight over this senseless brawling of his. It may had worked in the past, but when up against a competent fighter he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Whatever Takeshi was trying to do wasn’t going to work with him when he wasn’t playing around himself. “Heh! I thought you said you weren’t going to act like a little kid…” Catching his punch again he grinned, throwing Takeshi’s fist away. “Of course they said you fought fine! They’re scared of your father and scared of getting punished for saying something bad about you. You think I care about that? Heh!” Moving into a fighting stance again he watched Takeshi, grinning at him. “To defend yourself against a wild animal, you’ve got to be focused. See how well I defended myself against you? Swinging around all like an idiot…c’mon! Take a stance and get focused because I’m going to start punching your face in if you don’t start listening to me!”

Shu was just doing what he thought was right and was a little upset that he wasn’t doing a very good job at it, seeing how he had little confidence in fighting in the first place. He used to enjoy it, but when it meant he might go berserk he could only worry. Looking up at Aito as his punches were all caught he squeaked when he was grabbed as well, staring at Aito he turned away a little bit when he crouched down in front of him. He didn’t want to use his tail because of the dangers represented to him if he did, then there was the whole grabbing him because he was small and swinging him around. Looking back to Aito with a frown. “Uhhh…I-I think I get it”, he spoke calmly, staring down at himself, “I’m just scared of being grabbed and bad things happen when I’m grabbed. I-I’m okay at dodging things, but please stop grabbing me…”