"You say that like I'm going to give you a utility belt full of various tools, Viral. At most you'll need one item, maybe even something similar to a wristwatch in size, that's it. Surely having something like that wouldn't be such a hassle would it?" There were any number of ways to diffuse or redirect the energy used to fight Viral, it was simply a matter of applying them to technology for use. "I could do something even less invasive than that if you'd prefer too. Perhaps some sort of conductor attached to your belt, if you'd prefer. Everything of course is in the pre-development phase now, but I could draft something for you to inspect by tomorrow." With the help of his father too of course, he would have a better understanding of how the energy they were countering worked. There were likely some factors at play here which Vegeta didn't have a full grasp on, such as polarity, fields and potency of energy, he'd certainly need help in those regards. "I've not been single-mindedly devoted to you, sorry to say. I've debated on what I'll be doing for some time, and I've come to the conclusion of engineering several times now." Proposing they eat in a room instead didn't appear to satisfy Viral, meaning they needed to double back and go outside after all. Turning on his heel then the Saiyan grabbed Viral's arm and pulled him along, balancing the plates carefully in his free hand. "Okay, outside it is then. But I'll pick us a spot and we'll sit there, agreed? It'll be plenty isolated, don't you worry."

"Yeah? And people can change, I'm proof of that. If I stuck to my origins I'd be as bad as my father, but I'm not. Maybe it wasn't the easiest thing to do, you know? But now here I am saving people instead of killing them." He'd had to do some nasty things for the King, but since then Takeshi had been relatively okay about how he fought. Sure, there were the Kaesstrian soldiers who had died for attacking them, and there had been one or two soldiers when fighting on Pagonia who had lost their lives, but in the grand scheme of things it really wasn't that bad, was it? With Shu and the others now gone they could get back to training in earnest, and Takeshi wanted no less than Krom's best going into it. "Yeah I'm sure. And I don't care, if I can't handle that then I'm not getting anywhere," he retorted as he took a stance. He knew how strong Krom was before, sure, but not how strong he might be now. He would find out pretty soon though, eyes widening in surprise when the Elite had seemingly teleported across the room and was now stood before him. Trying to react to the first punch he missed the block, groaning as he was clocked right across the face and stumbled back. Takeshi didn't go far though as another fist slammed into his gut, lifting him off of his feet briefly before he fell back down, clutching his stomach and trying to remain upright. Okay, maybe this had been a mistake. Collecting himself and struggling to remain level-headed he threw his own punch in retaliation, not bothering to reel back as he usually would for it.

Just what was it that had Shu so uneasy? Was the notion of discussing his problems really that unsettling? He could understand if someone was depressed or anxious then reliving or retelling events could be uncomfortable, but maybe there was more to it. It was highly possible he had some kind of PTSD too, though only time would tell whether that was the case. "Training and strength are not the only things that matter in this world Shu. And your brother does not stay by you simply because of training, he must enjoy it, don't you agree? It seems to me like he thinks you're anything but boring," Aito responded politely, "And for what it is worth, his methods of training are... Well frankly they're wrong. He seems to miss the point of training altogether, more intent on just pushing himself to exhaustion rather than refine anything. You'll understand if we train together." Working yourself to the bone then recovering was one way to train he supposed, but not a very reliable one. You would see improvements, yes, but minimal when compared to what you'd see with directed, intense training. "If you don't mind answering for me... How strong are you compared to, say... Yumi? Or the rest of your friends?" Aito asked thoughtfully with a smile, "Maybe you aren't as strong as your brother right now, but you're likely as strong, if not stronger, than the others."