"Just because the guy's training us doesn't make him good. He's basically being forced to by Korian, he's a prisoner Shu. It's probably either that or sit in a cell somewhere, he's not doing it out of the goodness of his heart." Krom was definitely not a good choice for an example. Besides if what the guy said was half true he was a good person all along, no one was just aware of what they were up to. There were some genuinely bad people out there however who there was no redemption for, those were the sorts that Takeshi had no problem killing. He and his brother would always be different in that regard, knowing Shu he'd try helping even the lowest of scum in the barrel. "I don't know, I haven't seen him for a while so how would I know? I've heard he's getting better, but that's vague and doesn't tell anyone anything," Takeshi commented, smirking as he dropped in elevation a bit to get a clearer view of the roads, "Though if he is ready I'd totally fight him, and I'd win. If he's healthy enough to fight then I want to be the first to get a crack at him."

No sooner had June gone through the monologue of ordering fun did Viral bring it up himself, bringing a meek smile to her face as she nodded her head once. "I know... It was a stupid order and I never should have made it. In fact I never should have tried ordering you to begin with, I'm sorry." It had been made with every good intention in mind though, wasn't he able to see as much? If they were to find something for him to enjoy then they would have to do so by her efforts alone; she hardly knew Viral anymore, the things he used to enjoy doing probably weren't the same now, leaving her without a single idea. Frowning at the idea of using alcohol to numb the pain, June took a step forward and reached out towards Viral in a desire to comfort him, but stopped short knowing he'd probably only be upset. "Do you mean what happened to us...? Viral neither of us blame you for that, and I'm sure Vegeta doesn't either. We've moved on from it, can't you too?" It had been much too long since they were last together, it felt like she was speaking with a total stranger now. No matter how much her heart was in it she may be unable to help Viral now, making her chest twist painfully at the helplessness. If his own mother couldn't help him then who could?

"If he's healthy then you're not fighting him Takeshi, don't be an idiot," Yumi chastised as she glanced back, narrowing her eyes at the older of the two boys, "The last thing we need is you getting him hurt just as he's healing, understand? Try and behave for once and we'll all have a wonderful time without pummeling each other." Boys could be such idiots sometimes, though Takeshi was the poster child for them in her eyes. Yes fighting with a friend was fun, so long as it was kept respectable and clean; to say the Saiyan and Beastman were friends was a stretch as far as the imagination could go, in fact it might even be an outright lie. Even Yumi in her most optimistic of views only could see them as associates through friends, they had never exactly gotten along all that well before. Seeing the buildings passing by down below she gasped when she saw a familiar mane of blond hair among the rows, coming to an abrupt halt and looking back the way they had come. No doubt about it, there he was! "Viral! I found him!" Yumi exclaimed, beaming as she shot down from the air and directly at her friend. Being mindful not to knock him over she promptly threw her arms around his shoulders when she hit the ground, smiling brightly at the fact he was out and about.