"True... Some weaknesses cannot be overcome. But then everyone has a weakness, just as everyone has a strength. If you can learn to fight around said weakness, or use it to your advantage..." Vegeta began with a slight smirk, "Then what chance does the enemy have against you? Yes, the RRA may have developed weaponry to combat you. But... If there was, hypothetically, a way to render most of it useless. Or say we could train you to be resistant to it, what then? Is your weakness truly as debilitating as you think it is?" That was for another time though, but they could develop some way to help Viral handle the RRA. Nothing was impossible, and every technology had a counter to it, you only had to understand how one worked to develop a response to it. Perhaps on their next visit to Earth he could ask the others to borrow some equipment from those soldiers, reverse engineer it and help Viral battle it. The food had finally arrived and with that the time for Viral to eat, something he still did not seem keen on. Taking the tray from the soldiers he met the Beastman halfway, holding up the array for him to see. "It's all small portions and well cooked, plus relatively plain as not to overload your tastes too soon. There are fish filets, a few various steaks and some vegetables, so please, take whatever you'd like. And might I suggest slicing it up into bite-sized bits before eating?"

Seriously, what else could he do here!? There must be something he wasn't getting, Takeshi was trying to mix it up and still getting nowhere. He knew he could beat this guy, he was stronger than he was! So why weren't any of his attacks working? Even after switching it up real quick he only ended up getting blocked, serving to frustrate him further. "Tch... What dumb attitude? What's wrong with being confident, huh?" the Prince shot back, though this time he backed off and scoffed at his own shortcoming, "Not my fault I can't hit you. You've got years and years of training, I got what, one? That's hardly fair you know!" Hell he'd spent more time on missions than he had training when on Kortal, and what little he'd gotten hadn't changed his fighting style all that much. It was humiliating not being able to land a single blow and Krom looked like he was enjoying it the entire time, the jerk. "If you're so good then teach me, huh? You were my old man's right hand man or whatever, you should know what to do. So teach me! Teach Shu!" He'd figured training just meant sparring to get stronger, but clearly that wasn't what they were doing here. So now what?

Well it sounded like the Krom and Takeshi situation was finally beginning to diffuse, good. No doubt it was a blow to the latter's pride, but he'd be better for it later by owning up to his shortcomings. Being able to tell Kiton his health was improving was a welcome change as well, and in no time every single one of his injuries ought to be well and gone. "If you're still lost for direction, why not rest and think it over?" Aito suggested, giving the Frost Demon's shoulder a gentle clasp before standing up, "It seemed like there were plenty of people interested in having you, but ultimately that's your decision to make. You can travel with someone or alone, I suppose those are your options here." However he chose to go would be fine, after all it was up to Kiton and no one else where he went from here. Smiling amused at Shu's rebuttal, the doctor glanced over at the two Saiyans finally coming to a stop, pointing over for Shu to see. "Or until one of their ego's is deflated like a balloon, it seems. And we can go ahead and go to my office now if you'd like to. It's not far from here, and..."

"Kiton! Oh mister Kiton!" Leto suddenly shouted, lifting his head and glancing about the room in a panic. With a still-red face he sprung to his feet, frantically searching for the Frost Demon before spotting him and bounding over. "Apologies my young friend, I seemed to have fallen asleep for a moment! Fret not though, a man such as myself does not need to rest for quite so long!" He should be keeping an eye on the boy for Miss Sasha, and sleeping on the job was not a way to do that. Seeing the doctor giving him a puzzled and exasperated look, the Yulian blinked once before coughing awkwardly, realizing he'd just interrupted something. "Er... Right! I will post myself by the door and wait for you there, Mister Kiton! Please join me when you're through!" he added hastily, dashing over to the door and pressing himself up against the wall.

What a peculiar man he was... But he meant well, that was obvious. Smiling slightly amused and shaking his head Aito turned his focus back on Shu, seeing the boy still a little uneasy about accompanying him. "Play therapy is very simple really, and is exactly how it sounds. I'll give you some toys and maybe ask you a question or two, and you can use the toys to act out how you imagine something might go. For example... I could ask you to act out how you and your brother train, and you could show me with the toys, understand? It's painless and fun even if you let it be."