They might as well remain active until the food got here, which meant coming up with more exercises. Vegeta had to think it over for a moment, wanting a lower body exercise despite running no longer being an option to them; maybe they didn't have to run, wouldn't lunges work? For added exertion he proposed they move across the room doing them, hoping the Beastman would be on board with the idea. Just to make certain that it was understood he gave a quick display, inciting a rather skeptical and less-than-favorable response out of Viral. "And who's judging? I'm not, and we're the only two in the room. Who cares how it makes you look? We aren't doing this to superimpose ourselves or look amazing," Vegeta replied, standing upright and running a hand back through his hair, "Just give it a try, see how it feels. We can always do something else if this is too uncomfortable." Which it might well be given how Viral's legs were feeling moments ago. If this was still the case then they would simply work on something else, no problem. Maybe they could reserve a leg exercise for after the meal, or once he'd regained a bit of strength in general.

"Don't be absurd my friend! This is what we must do! What YOU must do!" Leto retorted, charging headlong down the streets and leaving a trail of dust in his wake, "I will show you that our comrades have not forgotten you! I will prove they are good of heart and will not treat you poorly!" He must, this was an absolute necessity. Kiton could not be allowed to go on thinking he was an afterthought, a stowaway picked up by the Princes and their group. So maybe he wasn't involved in training right now, but that could change, he could always join them after the fact. With the rubble of a building quickly coming up, Leto's eyes twinkled knowingly before he slammed down a leg into the ground, tearing up concrete then leaping high into the air with a shout of effort, soaring well over the rubble before slamming back down on the far side, not skipping a beat in his run. "A man must help those in need, and you my friend, are in need! I shall do everything in my power to see you there safely!" And there was the building coming up, they were nearly there!

Krom might know what he was talking about but that didn't make it any easier to listen to him. If you didn't care at all for your instructor then they might as well be speaking to a wall, and evidently he'd done just that. Prompted to try attacking again, Takeshi charged right on in, using the same old tricks he'd always used, dashing in and out before trying to throw an attack. No surprise that he was caught, but he wasn't blaming himself for his shortcoming of course, it wasn't his fault. Meeting Krom's glare, the Prince growled when he was thrown aside, landing with a bit of a stumble before gesturing at the Elite angrily. "They're going to feel my energy no matter what I do! My energy just doesn't vanish you lumbering buffoon!" he shouted back, getting frustrated as he slammed his foot into the ground, "You're supposed to be training me! Maybe instead of just shouting, try teaching me something! I know how to counter an attack already, teach me something new!" How could he be to blame here? Besides he was being made to make the first move, how was he supposed to do that without closing the gap and throwing a strike? 

"Well... To a degree it's normal, yes. Your condition is a little irregular, but we can still fix it," Aito continued, "If you want to be 'normal' as you say then I can help you. But before we do anything, you're going to have to learn to forgive yourself for what you did. It was out of your control, attacking a friend doesn't seem like something you might normally do. I'm sure they see it the same way and don't like you any less for it." The pains of being a Saiyan, he supposed; unpredictability, constant struggles, threats from all sides, it came with the territory of being one of their kind. While Shu's situation was certainly unique it wasn't as though no Saiyan had ever struggled with changing before, or never had some kind of phobia or fear. So Shu happened to be claustrophobic, if that was indeed the source of his fear of being held, which meant they could slowly condition him to be more accepting of tight spaces. "We can practice on keeping you calm, to prevent you changing. I have medicine that can make all of that extra hair go away, and after that I can help you learn to control yourself when you do change. It's going to be a lot of work, but we can..." 

Aito trailed off there as he felt a pair of energies suddenly approaching, furrowing his brow and glancing over towards the door. One he vaguely recognized, the other not so much, and both were heading this way at a very high speed. Slowly getting to his feet he wondered who it might be, his eyes widening slightly when there was a sudden, thunderous crash against one of the doors, the outline of a massive man showing through. Then, in almost a comical fashion the door fell down with a clatter, and Leto soon thereafter, a rather razzled Kiton ending up sitting on his back. "Well... Hello there Kiton!" he greeted casually, smiling and waving as though nothing had happened.