"You know your weaknesses, don't you? Then you know how to fight to cover said weaknesses. Just because someone knows a way to beat you doesn't mean they're guaranteed victory. If they target your weak points then you know generally what to expect, and can counter accordingly. In that way your weakness can also be your greatest strength." Truth be told there were not very many 'simple' ways to defeat Viral, and even those few methods were not the easiest to achieve. Vegeta and their father were fortunate in they knew his inner-workings intimately enough to do it without issue, but hardly anyone else had the same claim. "Bandages and bruises won't be the end of me. As I said, if it helps then so be it, I'll allow it," he repeated, hefting his shoulders in a dismissive shrug, "But let's not bother too much with that now. That's neither here nor there." Just beyond the door there was an echoing knock, and a second later the doors slid apart. A pair of rebel soldiers carried a tray with them, steam pouring up from the sides with plenty of well cooked foods within, and the other carried utensils and dishes. "Ah, excellent. Set them anywhere please, and uh... That will be all. Thank you very much," Vegeta said, rubbing his neck awkwardly as the soldiers saluted him and Viral before promptly leaving. Well now they could eat in peace, provided the Beastman even could eat.

He'd figured that attack would at least have done something, so why didn't it? Dammit, he'd tried something new and didn't even get Krom off balance, let alone knock him down. Gritting his teeth angrily he crouched low and threw another jab at Krom's stomach, getting that blocked as well. Throwing his other hand in frustration he backed off when neither of them worked, growling before rushing back in and throwing a sideways strike, unable to get through with that as well. "I'll make you regret saying that!" Throwing another punch he cursed when that was blocked, jumping up and spinning his body around quickly as he could, trying once again to kick Krom upside the head. Before it could actually be blocked however he used his Ki to push himself down, trying to punch the Elite in the chest in hopes his guard would be too high. "Got you!"

While Takeshi was off playing "big man", Aito was busy tending to Kiton. Given his condition upon their meeting he was in superb health, and showed no signs of most injuries. Just another day or two and he ought to be completely fine, astonishing really given the period of time that had elapsed. "You seem to be in fine health, shouldn't be long until you're well again," the doctor said confidently, giving Kiton a pat on the arm before getting back to his feet. Perhaps now they could focus again on Shu's condition, and namely begin discussing treatments. "Play won't be bad at all, at least it won't be unless we make it so... Which we won't," he added quickly, not wanting Shu to get the wrong idea, "And I will gladly take you there. As soon as your brother is through playing with Mister Krom we can go ahead and go there. Kiton? Did you have anything you needed before we leave? I'm happy to help."