Despite his standing with the Princes and anyone in general in this place Krom was still going to try and teach, he wasn’t going to slack off and just let things happen; besides, he would probably just get the blame for Takeshi’s bad back. With Takeshi adjusting himself and making excuses as to why he hadn’t been seeing his other friend, or whatever he was, in a while he couldn’t help but smirk. “Too busy? Doing what? Training? Going off to fight things? Everything that’s in a Frost Demon’s instinct to do? Hmmm that’s too bad…for him, at least. Unless you’re afraid that he’ll fly away…” It was a little weird that they weren’t using Kiton for anything, at least to him. It had always been the case that the talented and strong were used in battle as much as possible, but the Rebels didn’t appear to be doing such a thing. They seemed more set on keeping the strongest only on certain rotation, like they were satisfied just sending a few people out on missions at a time. It seemed pretty wasteful, like they didn’t want to put all their effort into a mission. It certainly said a lot about the rebels, unless it was just this bunch who barely wanted to do anything in regards to the monsters and the King’s own army. Seeing Takeshi’s nerve being struck there he smirked, folding his arms. “You know, if you’re going to get mad you should focus it into lifting those weights! You’d get stronger and more focused if you at least tried to stop yourself from focusing all your emotions into what you say! Put your feelings into action!”

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Vegeta was just spouting the worst things to say right now, making him sound as if his endurance was something to clap at. Just who did Vegeta think he was? Or better yet what did he think he was? Surely his existence was worth more than a simple applause? Lashing out at Vegeta wasn’t going to be good enough for him, but something inside was slowly killing his ability to fight clearly and with one last quick punch it had instead turned into almost gouging Vegeta’s face. Growling lowly he stared at his claws for a moment before looking back at Vegeta, standing his ground. Just what was freedom if he wasn’t trusted to go where he pleased? What of all the regulations he was put under? Even the trial and how he was treated then. He knew Korian still despised him for all that he had done with seemingly no remorse. Just how many more around him hated the fact he existed? It had been different when he was with the Saiyans, he was aware of every moment despite being placed under control. He wasn’t happier with the Saiyans by far, but they made him feel useful and gave him a purpose which was more than what he had been given here.

“They knew me. Remembered me! They respected me as a warrior! And what have I been here? Constantly forgotten and discarded!” Backing off a few steps as Vegeta approached he let out a growling sigh, looking to his claws instead of Vegeta. He was trying hard to apologise to him, but that was pretty difficult. It had been most of his life already and to shake that off was going to take a lot longer than that. “Hmph, friends…? If your father didn’t call you over here you would never think about coming to see the likes of me? If I sought you out would you be willing to talk or leave your room with me or will you simply say ‘I’m too busy’? Ever since your father came back you’ve stopped doing everything with me or even acknowledged my existence because you no longer have to deal with me…” It was a lot more than simply having a lack of purpose, it was being seen as a subject and someone so unstable they needed someone to watch over all the time. “Being with the Saiyans may had been painful, I may had experienced horrors beyond your understanding…but I was never forgotten about! All it feels now is I’m being constantly watched by everyone here to make sure I’m going to behave myself! That’s all it has been so far…just more monitoring with the only difference being I’m allowed to go outside now under supervision…”