T’charrl was pretty numb feeling, wondering if he was supposed to be feeling this particular way after being blasted by wind. It was supposed to be just wind, nothing else. It wasn’t punches or Ki blasts he was having to fend off, just an element that his people tried to avoid. It didn’t help that he lived underground most of his life, the winds down there was mostly due to storms elsewhere that ventilated from other areas. It was a force he wasn’t used to trying to deal with, but hopefully it was going to be able to help him in the end. Feeling pretty exhausted already he looked to his father as he took this brief moment to discuss what they were planning on doing next, feeling a little relieved the plan was to go only one last time at least. It was probably all he could take for his legs and the feeling in his chest. It may not had felt like too much to Haku and his father, but they were heavier than him and being so light made it difficult to withstand and push back from blustering wind. “…Okay, okay we’ll do that. I wouldn’t want that either…” It would feel probably pretty good to get to meditation practice, better than being blasted in the face by sharp winds. It was all for his own good of course, he understood that quite clearly. Looking back at Haku he frowned a little at his insistence that he was going to be fine, not knowing if he should be believing the results quite yet. “Anything is possible…? I guess so: I went to space…” he muttered, thinking it through in his head before gasping when Haku decided to pull him forward. When he went back he had no idea how they’ll even react if at all, especially when he was not taken heed of all that much with the likes of Takeshi refusing to touch him anyway. Takeshi would never want to train with him because of his fur and odd moulting. That wasn’t his driving force though, he just wanted to feel better. “I won’t give up! I-I’ll still go one more time though…then I need to find balance so that my legs and chest don’t hurt so much…” So long as his head didn’t start hurting he was probably going to be fine, he’d never be able to meditate if he had a headache. Making clicking noises for a second he soon moved back into position, ready to go again. “I can take it! Then…where ever King Nema is. If he’s back at the palace then I don’t know how good I’ll be at flying after this…” -- Krom didn’t really care about Takeshi’s words, he had seen much worse go on and Takeshi would probably just ignore the fact any of it happened. He didn’t care much about other people, that much was evident. The fact that there was people in worse situations that Takeshi ignored was already placing him in the ‘couldn’t care less about his words’ pile. It was interesting though, how much he was angry at him for all that had happened to Shu and Viral. Maybe he could use that to get him motivated, but he would have to be telling him more about what happened behind the scenes. Shu would be fine with him talking about it, the kid was already aware of everything that happened nor did talking about it actually spring up any emotions in him. It was important that he didn’t try and get him to change to try and help him control it today, with his head injury that much stress could end up popping something if he wasn’t careful. Takeshi, however, had nothing wrong with him so he could take it. Looking at him he let out a sigh, seeing him looking like he was just making it harder for himself with that posture. “You know, if you want to break your back then sure! Keep going at it like that! You’ll bend over like an overburdened twig!” he called out to him, heavily sighing, “Maybe once Shu is better we’ll give you that Frost Demon to fight against, see if you’ve actually grown in strength while I test out your brother! I’m sure you’ll do fiiiine fighting one of those creatures…besides, you’ve been ignoring his existence while he’s been sitting in a single room all by himself. He’ll be happy to get out and stretch his legs, I’m sure! Can’t let him end up being forgotten like you forgot about the Commander, huh?” -- What Vegeta had done was just unforgiveable in Viral’s eyes at this moment, whether that would change in the future was something that couldn’t be predicted. It had been years of the same issues and even with them off Earth he was barely treating him with any respect. He was just another subject to him who had received the ‘care and attention’ he felt he deserved to receive before being dumped on the next person otherwise known as Aito. While this was supposed to be somewhat like training he was barely doing any of that and instead simply throwing out his frustrations, a small portion of it at least. He was on top of Vegeta at every corner while hardly giving him an opening, only having Vegeta charge at him once he was far away enough to given a chance to breathe. Growling, he pulled to the side to dodge the slow punch Vegeta tried to deliver before throwing a counter attack right back. With the intention of attacking once more he moved in, but Vegeta had managed to break through and score a hit to his head. Staggering momentarily he soon caught himself, his claws up near his face momentarily as he glanced over when Vegeta finally decided to speak. ‘Still here’? Is that all he had for him? That he was still around after all the torture he endured? “…Is that all you can say? ‘Despite everything’? You think this is just all coincidence that I’m still around? Is that it? You’re surprised I’ve managed to survive this long?” he spoke, sounding almost baffled, “I survived because nothing will kill me! Not even a damn Saiyan blowing up in my face! You know how hard it is to die when nothing kills you??” Going in again he started throwing punches again, becoming a little more random with his attacks and his fists loosening a little. “I’m still here because of that sliver of hope that I might find a meaning to my existence! A reason why I’m still here! And do you know all I got? The fact that I’m just a damn babysitter for someone who never wanted me around! Maybe I should had stayed with the Saiyans…they at least gave me more ‘despite everything’!” It was at this point where he didn’t even know if he was still mad at Vegeta or maybe himself. He had never been able to speak of these issues and what was he expecting, exactly? He had stopped trying to dodge or block Vegeta as he lost focus. He had so many years to try and figure it out himself, yet he had failed even that. He was a failure to himself. Vegeta was right: despite everything, all their efforts, he was still here, another roadblock in the way. Without him, Vegeta would have a normal family and everyone would be back on Earth.