"Because... Our group is only as good as it's members... And with you like this we're all being put in trouble." Apparently not the nicest way to phrase it as Kabocha was given a hard shoulder to the ribs. Cursing under his breath the Saiyan rubbed his side, shooting Yumi a look before smiling slightly. "I mean... We've all got to be on top of our game to keep moving on, and that means everyone, including you. I don't want to see any one of us be left behind or feel like they're a burden, so I want to help get you back on your feet." Being courteous was a change of pace, one that Kabocha was having a rather difficult time adapting to. Groaning when Viral argued he was fine on his own the Saiyan put his face in his hands before running them through his hair, inhaling and exhaling to calm himself. "No, you're not. PTSD isn't something you "get over" or "deal with alone". There are some things in this world that people just can't do alone, and this is one of them. Seriously, you want to know what I think?" Kabocha asked, lowering his hands and returning Viral's glare. "I think that you're an incredible warrior and one hell of a fighter, or you can be. But only if you get over this pride or whatever and let someone help you. You were the biggest concern about going to Earth initially, did you know that? And many of the Elites did and still do fear you. But if they saw you like this think they would? If you want to get your strength back you need to let someone who knows what's going on help you!"

"Of course they'll like it! We helped save people, what's not to like?" Takeshi grinned broadly as their race started, watching Shu dart off ahead of him. He knew his brother was faster, but in a busy city where they had to avoid things he was curious to see just how much that speed helped. "I'm going to beat you! And when I do I'm going to tickle you until you wet yourself!" he shouted, laughing despite the various confused looks from Kaesstrians. From his jog Takeshi took off into a sprint, certainly slower than Shu's but in all rights still quick. Weaving through crowds of unexpecting people and even leaping over a stand he kept his eyes trained on his brother's back, trying as best he could to catch up. Running as they were they'd be home in mere moments, but it was a fun little competition nonetheless.