Viral didn’t see the point in acting brave when you had nothing to back it up with, all it did was waste your time and your opponent’s time. To be yelling a bravado when you could be fighting and potentially saving other people’s lives was just a waste of energy and would only further annoy your opponent. His opponents already knew how to annoy him without a bravado anyway, all they had to do was fly around him and pelt him with long ranged attacks and he wouldn’t be able to do much about it. Even though he didn’t like losing or helping the enemy, he had experienced way too many moments where he could had easily lost if his enemy didn’t bother allowing him to get in such close range all while taking their time to hit him because they decided to talk about how great they are and how he’s going to die. He wouldn’t be surprised if most of these rebels would do the same to him if they were up against him. He couldn’t remember much about the previous time the rebels fought against him, they eventually turned in to a number once he had been released under control, but a fair many of his opponents often bragged about their abilities without actually demonstrating it.

Having a general dislike for the rebels was probably not helping him think that these people might end up doing something spectacular in battle or be able to follow his instructions if he did train them. Grunting, he looked to Vegeta in mild annoyance before away again. “Put any of them in front of me to fight against and they’ll be stinking of nerves…” As much as he wanted his opponent to fear him, he’d rather it not be when there’s no danger and is purely for training. He didn’t care if his opponents feared him, but when he was clearly supposed to be an ally he just had the same problem he had with the Saiyans.

“Tch! You rarely fight so of course you lost to someone who was reciting moves from a book…” It certainly showed that Vegeta was a pretty bad fighter simply using his Saiyan heritage when he had the strength but none of the technique. “At least they won’t have to worry about you killing them, seeing as how you got beat by them…” If this was going to be the entire class then he didn’t know if he truly wanted to do it, especially if there was going to be people who were going to be thinking all sorts of rather horrible things about him. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle the mental pressure of knowing there was many people around him all staring at him, all thinking those opinions of theirs. He knew he shouldn’t care about what others thought about him, but it was a matter of having to work with them that made it get to him. If they were only caring about avoiding his eyes and feeling worried that he was going to lash out at them, then he was going to have a hard time concentrating on the task at hand.

Looking briefly around at the rebels as he watched them all start talking amongst each other with some still training, he grunted a sigh before looking to Vegeta at the suggestion for lunch. He really didn’t feel like eating much nor did he feel like going to see June and possibly Aito. He didn’t want to, even though he’d feel a little guilty knowing June went through the trouble of making Vegeta something only for Vegeta to follow him elsewhere like everyone did. None of them were going to let him go alone, at least not until they knew he wasn’t going to leave them all; it wasn’t as if he could be tracked, after all. “I do not want to go to that house…I’d rather go to the city…” he sighed as he turned, heading out, “I highly doubt I’ll run in to anyone there, after all…”