Surprisingly enough they had settled down to eat, which for a moment Vegeta was skeptical even that much would be accomplished. Yet here they were, the food uncovered and being divided out for consumption even now; Viral still had to actually eat, and overcoming that hurdle was the biggest test here. "Force feeding won't help much, I hope you know that. It was to be of your own free will, otherwise you're liable to... Reject the food." Throw it up, transform, simply gag and refuse to eat more, take your pick and it was a potential reaction. Everything they might possibly do to make this easier on the Beastman had been seen to, now it was up to him to actually eat the meal. "You should be able to do it, just don't think of it as that. If it helps don't even look at the food as you eat, just eat it. There's no flavor and the consistency hardly resembles what you'd be used to back home." 

By now Takeshi was reluctantly accepting the reality that he was inferior here. All of his big talk amounted to nothing, and for all of his strength he was about as threatening as a baby against Krom, what a humiliating revelation to have. If strength meant next to nothing then he'd wasted years just building up strength for nothing; in effect he was just like Shu now, completely hapless when it came to a fight and more a liability than an asset. "Tch... I don't care about being a Prince, that doesn't mean anything to me," Takeshi replied with disdain, reaching up and itching at his nose, "Even if all the stuff you said is true, the Saiyans have still done shitty stuff. I want nothing to do with that, even after all of this ends." Someone else could be a Prince for all he cared, he was fine with just being Shu's brother and friends to the others around them. Shifting uncomfortably at hearing Krom speak about Shu, the older boy had to grab at his own sides and shift his weight to try and relax. The idea that there might be no helping Shu made him nauseous beyond measure, and he couldn't fathom telling his brother as much. "So what do we do then? What the hell do I do? I hate feeling this useless!" Takeshi snapped, scowling before looking back at Krom, "And I have been called a monster before, plenty of times. I don't care though, people can call me whatever they want, it doesn't make me one."

"Beating big people is easy, you just have to know how," Yumi said knowingly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "Big people are usually slower, and even if they're not, they aren't as flexible. If you can figure out where to hit someone where they can't hit you back, then size doesn't mean a thing." Plus there were ways to deflect powerful strikes and use their momentum against them, things she'd been taught when sparring with larger students over her years. Someone like Krom who was a good head and a half taller than her could probably defeat her handily, but that was only if he could actually hit her. Maybe she could track down that man later and get him to show Shu just what she meant, if he would be willing to play along. "Fruit and cuddle? Fine by me, I'd be happy to do that. And how about we try training together, would you like that too? I'd be happy to train with you." She hadn't done terribly much herself as of late, and training with someone like Shu, someone who wouldn't take it so seriously, was a pretty good way to ease herself back into things. Waiting for Aito to let them into his office, she only took a brief glance around before Shu rushed over to the toy chest, smiling endearingly as he began looking through them. "Pick whatever ones are your favorites Shu, it'll be more fun that way!"