Takeshi had meant to call his drawing Goku, not a blob. Hearing Shu get it mixed up the older boy smacked his own forehead, shaking his head. "No no... The thing I did is called drawing, I wanted you to... Oh never mind." Drawing was going to have to wait until at least after dinner, and that was provided they had anything to do it with. He supposed worst case scenario they could get some sticks and draw in the dirt outside. Ascending the stairs right out of the city Takeshi glanced back once more when his brother brought up food. Point made, he hadn't even considered how they might feed everyone that was there now. "We should probably go hunting then, yeah? And I doubt they'll be getting food, since they don't have money or anything to use. So we should see what we can find." A few dozen or so of the critters they had captured before ought to be enough to get everyone sated for the night. It may even be worth going back to the ship, they hadn't in a while and there might be something on it for them to eat. "Let's find the biggest animals we can, okay? Then we can let Yumi cook it again."

"Oh come on now, is that any way for a warrior to talk? "I know you'll beat me," that's something you should never say." Garesh smiled as he made way towards the central tree, taking back roads to avoid curious onlookers who might follow and watch in on them. "T'charrl, if you knew some of the conditions we've fought in you wouldn't be so glum about this my boy. Trust me, you're fine to fight whether you believe it yourself or not. Your mother says otherwise though, so this is all we can do for now." Not too long after the familiar gardens came into view, the massive subterranean tree looming overhead. There were a few workers maintaining the plants here and a small group of people gathered along the benches, but otherwise the garden was empty. "Here we are, a nice quiet place for us to train."

Setting T'charrl down on his feet carefully the General handed him his crutch, making sure he was steady before backing off. Holding up a claw for his son to wait he hurried behind a pillar, grabbing a barrel and dragging it out from behind where it had sat. Prying the lid off carefully Garesh reached into it, pulling out two wooden practice swords that he and T'charrl used to use. They were well worn but still sturdy enough to strike, and that was all they needed. "Since you're not that mobile you'll probably be defending more," the General explained, holding one fo the swords hilt-out in offering to the Prince. "Unless you feel you can stand without the crutch. And remember, don't push yourself too hard. Your mother will kill me if you come back hurt."