T’charrl was practically shaking in anticipation, his excitement carrying on into his fear as he tried to be positive about this and himself. If he could figure out the best way to combat the extreme winds and remain forever stabilised against them he would be stronger in no time, hopefully. He did wonder what they would move onto next once he was able to withstand the winds, probably flying against it but then what if he surpassed that? He hoped he would get that far, he had to if he was to make his father proud. “I-I’m not worrying that much! I just don’t like the thought of bleeding all over the place because I messed up…” he sighed, shaking his head. It was just his preference: he wasn’t too into the whole ‘getting hurt to get stronger’ thing a lot of people seemed to go for. He always thought those kinds of people were a bit crazy, but whatever lifted them high. He wasn’t going to question it further, he needed to get this training really fast. I’ll try not to! I’ll also try not to faint…” he spoke, looking back to the chasm before heading towards it himself. Haku was quick to get back in so that helped his confidence at least. Deciding to take a deep breath before he headed in, T’charrl readied himself and immediately got his feet into position before the wind started to blast him. It was just as startling as it was before, his body feeling like it was being squashed against the wind and his own determination to stay upright. How he was supposed to withstand this while flying he had no idea, his wings would just end up being ripped to shreds then that would be several days wasted. When the wind died down again he stumbled forward slightly, having to catch himself from falling completely on his face. He had only done this a few times and he was already feeling tired, it didn’t help that he was very light compared to Haku and his father. “…And this is the easy part, right…? I can’t help but feel like I should be better at this and not feeling so…tired already…” -- “’Your guys’ fault’? Viral? Saying ‘your guys’ is like calling me a scientist. Do I look like a scientist to you? I had nothing to do with the Commander, even he knows that”, Krom shrugged, hardly giving it much of a second thought. Takeshi certainly enjoyed putting blame on others, he didn’t seem to be able to handle the blame, he was always quite happy to put it on someone else if he had to. No matter, it wasn’t anything he had to worry about, he was only the one in charge of getting the two Princes up to scratch in their fighting skills. He had no idea what to do with Shu was the only thing. The kid had a training day’s break because he was told he had to give the boy a break, but that wasn’t enough to give him any idea on what he should do. Sighing lightly he looked back over to Takeshi who was continuing with his dribble. “Do you even listen to yourself? Maybe you should learn how to talk some sense”, he spoke calmly, rolling his shoulders, “I don’t care about ordering people around, and how responsible of you…you and your childish dreams. Funny how you call Korian a jerk, though! Who knows if this room has voice in it!” He had a fair number of different dreams going on in his head, ones that all had ‘happily ever after’ feels to them and none that actually came with a plan. “I already said what you’re doing! You’re not doing anything fun if your brother can’t do anything! You should think about getting to running instead! And you’re not going to blow your top either while you’re doing it. I know you have a habit of doing that…” -- Vegeta should know what he was talking about, he was around for all of it and it had been his plans. Viral had just had enough of this and was fair alright with going straight in again with these facts driving him. He had always been treated as something owned by the company and something Vegeta had accidentally revived when he wasn’t supposed to be revived. Vegeta may not remember the complete details from when he was awoken, but he remembered when Vegeta grew distant before deciding it was best to sell him off. Throwing his attacks in hastily he was almost successful in conquering Vegeta, but Vegeta was quick to get back up and drove his foot into his ribs, sending him tumbling away. When he managed to catch himself from rolling more he growled lowly, holding his ribs as he pushed his chest off the floor. “Help me?? Was it so hard to ask me what I wanted? You had to dictate me to the very end??” he shouted back, slowly getting back to his feet, “You knew what I was capable of! You didn’t think that just maybe those people would just pull me apart and use my genes however they pleased??” Quickly dashing back at Vegeta he threw his fists directly at Vegeta, trying to end with a kick right back. “The Saiyans did just that and if a bunch of monkeys could work out how to do that, you don’t think a bunch of naked apes would do the same?? You willingly risked my life because you grew bored of me!”