Viral sure was getting annoyed with how Vegeta constantly gave him statistics as if he was confident in absolutely everything he was supposed to be in charge of. It made him a little annoyed, almost making him want to prove him wrong by fighting them himself. They were only confident they could stop him because they believed him to be too weak to fight them. They should watch themselves, they might end up getting on his bad side if he was ever able to control himself more when he transformed. Continuing his push-ups he was finding he was losing energy, his strength beginning to dwindle. He couldn’t be giving up on this already, he had only just got started. Powering through it he looked to Vegeta, feeling a little annoyed that he wasn’t doing it with him anymore and was instead watching him creepily. Keeping his eyes off him for now he soon grumbled, glancing to Vegeta quickly. “Well last time I ate I lost control and thought I was a dumb cat. If I end up not getting the hang of eating because of that, just force nutrients into me! I don’t care much for illness at this point and you know that…”

Kiton stared at Leto for a moment as he spoke before looking away, wondering if the man was just wasting his breath with some sort of speech or if he was being honest. It was hard to tell with this guy who seemed to yell and cry a lot. Staring at the ground for a moment he soon sighed, looking back to Leto in slight annoyance. “’Wondrous man’? What does that even mean?” This man didn’t cease to confuse him, but it was probably not easy for others around him to feel they could read him like a book. He certainly tried to be positive about absolutely everything, even if it didn’t make sense sometimes. Looking away again he frowned as Leto tried to make him consider changing into something he wasn’t born to be, sighing lightly. “You know, that’s an awful lot of pressure to stick on me when my kind have been around roaming the galaxy for probably longer than most species. That’s a lot of reputation to change just so I feel more comfortable”. Upon arriving at the lake he stared down over the cliff, more wondering why they were up this high over seeing it as anything grand. Looking back to Leto when he spoke he frowned and looked away again. “I wouldn’t know where to begin, but I doubt starting with the rebels would be ideal. I don’t see what the Saiyan Kingdom do wrong to feel any sort of hatred or need to rebel against them. It’d be a case of me looking for trouble and trying to fix it, but isn’t it reckless to go looking for trouble?”

Krom didn’t care if it was Takeshi he was trying to teach, he had a job to do and he was going to do it whether Takeshi wanted to participate in the training or not. Trying to beat up your training partner wasn’t training at all, it was just some sort of silly way to try and show how good you were compared to your partner. It was no wonder Shu was as weak as he was if this was how Takeshi went about teaching the kid. “Of course, but as you can see I am not afraid of your father, so why should I do that?” Waiting for Takeshi to settle down he watched him take a stance, smirking a little before giving a nod. “That’s more like it! You know, once you breathe and focus, you’ll probably hit a lot harder…” Shifting his feet a little he went from a defensive stance to an aggressive stance, smirking. “What you need now is a lesson in etiquette during battle. If I’m swinging wildly, you being calm and steady should help you focus on my attacks and block them successfully, so let’s see how you do…” Moving in he started to imitate Takeshi’s style, throwing his fists with not a lot of strength but enough to knock Takeshi away if he so failed.

Shu didn’t know if Aito was going to tell him off for all of these complaints he was giving or if he was going to give up on trying. He did feel a little sad that he wasn’t able to get anywhere with what he was doing and with Aito getting all close to him he figured he had screwed up somehow. Keeping his gaze low and submissive he tried to move away just a little bit, not really getting anywhere with how Aito was determined to keep him to stay put. Frowning, he looked to his shoulder as Aito placed his hand on it, eventually looking to the ground. “I-I know you’re not, but…i-it’s still hard to think good when trying to fight good”, he spoke, pressing his fingers together, “I’m not good at thinking good when I fight anymore. I used to be good, but I’m not anymore. Bad things in head sometimes! I don’t mean to, but I get all scared and not think good when held by people in fight. I bite and be bad…”