T’charrl frowned at his future plans, wondering just how much he was going to be able to withstand before he was broken. It was an awfully short amount of time to practice and get stronger in for when he finally set out, but he wasn’t going to give up either. These were mostly just winds, it wasn’t the same as trying to hurt someone or defend yourself against a soldier, he still needed to learn better combat techniques too. There was so much he was needing to do and such little time to do it, it was almost feeling like it was just going to kill him in the end. “I-I don’t know about doing something harder…I mean, I don’t want to die either”, he spoke, nervously smiling before looking away again, “I know I should take it slowly, I don’t want to end up hurting myself to the point I can’t recover in time. I’m more worried about a strong wind coming soon when I’m not quite ready and caving in my chest…” He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, he was pretty worried about flying the most for sure and knew he definitely wasn’t ready for that. It was all so difficult for him for sure, but seeing his father go off to get something for what could possibly be a breaktime. Moving after his father with his claws against his chest, staring at the fruit he had picked out of the storage container. “Oh, I didn’t know because…so much time spent underground I never got to see…” he spoke slowly, taking the fruit and staring at it before slowly looking to his father again, frowning. Even hearing that didn’t make him feel terribly good about this whole situation, this was all too important for him to ignore. Knowing he would’ve needed to go through tougher training just to have a chance while it still not being good enough made him feel rather concerned, knowing he was going to have to try extra hard just to keep up with his father’s and King Nema’s expectations. Letting out a groan as he stared at the fruit he slowly raised his shoulders, feeling a little embarrassed. “I-I don’t get fat! I don’t even think I get muscles…” he spoke defensively, shaking his head, “I eat a lot…but I have to eat a lot too! I’d lose control if I don’t get enough energy…” Quickly eating at the fruit he gobbled it down, staring at his claws for a moment before looking back at the chasm. “I hope I don’t have the food forced out of me by that wind. Is there a peak time the wind gets too strong…?” -- Krom snickered before letting out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders. “Well duh! You’d have to be an idiot to think I do! I was ten or something when Yamate decided he wanted some kids! Must be frustrating for you though, you can’t even make fun of my parents when I didn’t even know them or care about them!” he spoke quickly before waving his hand, “You have nothing on me. Besides, shouldn’t you be learning to not use your words and instead use that energy to make yourself stronger instead? Shu already knows how to do that! Shame he has no method of controlling that yet…” Speaking of Shu he was being awfully quiet and even looking at him he didn’t seem to want to be part of any of it. When Takeshi said who that was who had taken his clothing he smirked a little, finding it rather funny that one of his friends would do such a thing. Funny how that guy’s name was ‘Vegeta’ and yet he seemed to be a bit of a nerd to go and steal someone else’s clothes to use the training room. Wonder who he was training with? Who cared really, he had better things to do. Once they were in the training room he looked around slowly before looking to Takeshi, narrowing his gaze before letting out a groan. “So now you decide you want to be willing to cooperate. What’s going to happen is you’re going to be running with extra weights while I irritate the hell out of you! You’re not to go off course and you’re not to get angry and yell at the top of your lungs unless you want Shu to suffer. Shu’s going to have to sit there and try to keep himself calm and collected throughout he whole thing. He needs to find inner peace and calm over hearing your lunacies over and over, you got it? You blow up and you’ll be finding you’ll be taking steps back. I ain’t doing no sparring with you until Shu is better!” -- Viral was wasting no time getting in on the action, shame Vegeta was barely doing much to retaliate. He had been brought in here to train with him surely, he didn’t actually expect him to start talking to him while they were fighting like this, did he? He wasn’t going to be confronting him on any issues, he had already had enough of that even if Vegeta had a lot to answer to. Just how was he supposed to ask, anyway? Aito was an idiot if he thought he was going to go ahead and start talking about all of these things with him while they were battling. Throwing his fists at Vegeta he found all he was doing was dodging and not actually fighting back much to his annoyance. It was just typical, he didn’t want to just use him to get out all his frustrations. “Would you fight back?? If I wanted to hit dead weight, I’d be far away from here!” he growled angrily, going back in and throwing more punches, “It’s enough of a question as to why I am even here in the first place if for everyone’s amusement!” He didn’t need to be here using Vegeta like this, he needed someone who was actually willing to put up with him; instead, he was surrounded by people who wanted to see him sort out his own problems, even when these problems were impossible to fix on his own. “Stop holding back against me!”