"You aren't, but you have the answers!" And he was going to get them dammit, he had to. Frustrated and impatient with Krom he stepped forward and grabbed the man's throat, intending to keep a firm grasp until he finally revealed what was wanted of him. Narrowing his gaze as the Elite grabbed at his arm he finally relented his grasp, his annoyance only building when he was continued to be denied. "What do you care of sacrificing the work, it's not yours!" the doctor shot back, stepping to the side and raising a hand to block the punch intended for his face, "There are other ways to do this without uprooting innocent lives! I will not allow you people to ruin others existences for the sake of your little projects!" Pushing Krom's fist out of the way he then tried for a punch of his own right into the man's gut, "I won't ask again, tell me!" In his rage towards the former Elite he became absentminded of Viral's presence, completely unaware of his son growing uneasy by the second by their fighting. 

"Just wait here a second buddy, okay? Let me go check what it is..." Yumi and Vegeta were already pressed against the glass as it was, and peering between them he found he couldn't see anything at all. Even when Vegeta moved to the door he wasn't able to spot anyone, though it was fairly obvious that it was a fight by now no one could actually see it from here. So long as things weren't being blown up he supposed it wasn't that big of a problem. Damn it, and just when Shu was finally getting to be in a really good mood too. Rubbing at his head Takeshi tore himself from the window, heading back to his brother and dropping down on the couch beside him. "I'm sure it's nothing serious buddy, we don't have to worry about it," he lied, smiling to try and convince his sibling otherwise, "So uh... Should we get something to eat after this?" There was a brief pause as another slight spike in Ki was felt outside, someone was clearly agitated. "Er... Or should we just go right to training?"