So much effort was being put into all of this, just to keep him safe. T’charrl was definitely wondering what he was supposed to do to repay everyone for all this help, he felt pretty bad taking up all these people’s time just so he wouldn’t screw up. “Oh…all those people, huh…? I uhh, don’t know what to say…” It certainly wasn’t anything that didn’t make him sound like he was whining, that was for sure. He didn’t want to sound like a little hatchling but he was definitely scared of what their opinions of him were going to be at the end of the day. He needed to try really hard and not waste these people’s time, he had a duty to fulfil to these people. Shaking his claws rapidly he let out an irritable groan, eventually slapping at his cheeks. “I need to get in the zone more! I hope it doesn’t rain today…” he spoke before sighing, lowering his claws, hunching his shoulders, “If it rains how will everyone get out of the chasm…? That would be awful. How do they last above ground with all the rain…?” He was just getting side-tracked now, but he was ready to go again whenever his father and Haku were. “I want to keep trying! I can’t let down the people! They must be bored waiting for me…” -- Krom was having a great time poking fun at Takeshi, the ignorant idiot. He didn’t actually care about all the stuff that went on in the past or whatever was still bugging Takeshi, he was just doing his job so he had no issues himself. He was going to do his best to bug Takeshi and see if Shu would react, hopefully he won’t though. If Shu got all mad then he would have to deal with him himself while not trying to knock him out by slamming his head or something, he’d just make the kid worse. “If I recall correctly it was you who dragged him into space, wasn’t it? Besides, I was just doing my duty and keeping my people safe. It’s not my fault your father’s a psycho…” It’s not like Takeshi would understand anyway, he couldn’t quite grasp the concept of there being struggles on more sides than just whatever one he was on. He should know a thing or two about what went down on Kortal, he was there for a while, but then again he also seemed to forget that the Commander existed and could only talk about his brother all the time. Looking to Shu briefly who was set on sitting against the wall he slowly looked back to Takeshi, narrowing his eyes before folding his arms. “You’ve not fought me well enough to think you’re anywhere near my level. Blasting your friend into a building doesn’t mean you’re stronger than what you were before, just as reckless as ever”, he spoke, brushing his hand through his messy hair, “And what do you mean ‘out of the way’? You’re not going anywhere for a while or ‘kicking my ass’ for quite a bit! I must say though: I’m quite amused by you thinking I’ve not been training lately myself! I don’t think you’ll be catching up to me anytime soon!” -- Viral had been waiting a long time to actually do some sparring, shame that Vegeta didn’t seem to be doing anything other than taking the punches and trying to not get hit. He wasn’t throwing any at all in retaliation, just waiting until he actually stopped punching. He was only growing annoyed, he couldn’t tell if Vegeta was wanting to do this or just wanted to let him feel better by being able to throw some punches without worrying about his life for once. With his anger only rising he questioned Vegeta’s motives, continuing to try and get something out of him before suddenly Vegeta decided now was the time to retaliate with his own attacks. While he did try to block the attacks he wasn’t fast enough, instead being struck twice and winded momentarily. Growling, Viral immediately tried to retaliate, throwing a series of punches with only one managing to strike Vegeta before his next was caught. Narrowing his gaze at Vegeta when he questioned his strength he was quick to try and shut him up; however, that ended up not going to plan either as he was taken off his feet, trying to catch himself but was grabbed before he was able to and immediately slammed on his back. Gasping on impact he momentarily lost his vision, blinking trying to regain it before he was left staring up at Vegeta. He was just waiting to do that, wasn’t he? Of course he wasn’t going to hold back, he was his father’s son after all. “…Is this the part where you kill me? I’m not worthy enough to be called a warrior, not when I’m this easily defeated…” he spoke lowly before suddenly spinning himself around as he yanked his arm away, aiming to trip Vegeta up or at least force him away before he pushed himself right off the floor with only his paw, “Or would you rather sell me to the highest bidder to get your money’s worth? That is all I was worth to you, wasn’t it??” Without giving Vegeta a chance to answer on a break he was right back in it again, throwing his fist down at Vegeta no matter where he was to try and pummel him into the ground.