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Uchiha Reborn

"Wait for what? You to give up?" Sasuke taunted, grinning as he went ahead and tried attacking this time. He knew Naruto wasn't a match for him, so why was he so excited for this? There was nothing to gain from doing this and yet he couldn't wait for the sparring, wanting nothing more than to make this session last. Managing to trick the blond and trip him up, things went a bit south, literally, when Naruto fell forward and into the young Uchiha. Letting out a soft "oomph" as he was hit, Sasuke fell back onto the ground beside Naruto, wondering how in the world he'd messed that up so badly.

Trying to get back to his feet Sasuke found his shirt being pulled back, glancing over and spotting Naruto holding onto him. "Tch, let go of me dobe! That's fighting dirty!" he shouted, placing a hand on Naruto's face and pushing to try and make him let go. He did finally manage to escape, albeit in doing so his shirt was torn, leaving it lopsided and rather silly looking after the fact. Getting back to his feet he scowled seeing his clothes ruined, just a little bit annoyed one of his favorite shirts was now torn in two.

"So is that what I was waiting for, a torn shirt?" Sasuke asked, frowning as he began dusting himself off in annoyance, "My clothes are so scared of you, dobe. I bet none of them are ever going to want to fight you again." Rushing back in for another go he reached out and grabbed Naruto's shirt in turn, pulling him close and trying to hit him in the stomach with his own knee. "That's for hitting me!" the Uchiha snapped, then trying to grab Naruto's arm and flip him over, provided the knee to the gut even worked.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"You know your weaknesses, don't you? Then you know how to fight to cover said weaknesses. Just because someone knows a way to beat you doesn't mean they're guaranteed victory. If they target your weak points then you know generally what to expect, and can counter accordingly. In that way your weakness can also be your greatest strength." Truth be told there were not very many 'simple' ways to defeat Viral, and even those few methods were not the easiest to achieve. Vegeta and their father were fortunate in they knew his inner-workings intimately enough to do it without issue, but hardly anyone else had the same claim. "Bandages and bruises won't be the end of me. As I said, if it helps then so be it, I'll allow it," he repeated, hefting his shoulders in a dismissive shrug, "But let's not bother too much with that now. That's neither here nor there." Just beyond the door there was an echoing knock, and a second later the doors slid apart. A pair of rebel soldiers carried a tray with them, steam pouring up from the sides with plenty of well cooked foods within, and the other carried utensils and dishes. "Ah, excellent. Set them anywhere please, and uh... That will be all. Thank you very much," Vegeta said, rubbing his neck awkwardly as the soldiers saluted him and Viral before promptly leaving. Well now they could eat in peace, provided the Beastman even could eat.

He'd figured that attack would at least have done something, so why didn't it? Dammit, he'd tried something new and didn't even get Krom off balance, let alone knock him down. Gritting his teeth angrily he crouched low and threw another jab at Krom's stomach, getting that blocked as well. Throwing his other hand in frustration he backed off when neither of them worked, growling before rushing back in and throwing a sideways strike, unable to get through with that as well. "I'll make you regret saying that!" Throwing another punch he cursed when that was blocked, jumping up and spinning his body around quickly as he could, trying once again to kick Krom upside the head. Before it could actually be blocked however he used his Ki to push himself down, trying to punch the Elite in the chest in hopes his guard would be too high. "Got you!"

While Takeshi was off playing "big man", Aito was busy tending to Kiton. Given his condition upon their meeting he was in superb health, and showed no signs of most injuries. Just another day or two and he ought to be completely fine, astonishing really given the period of time that had elapsed. "You seem to be in fine health, shouldn't be long until you're well again," the doctor said confidently, giving Kiton a pat on the arm before getting back to his feet. Perhaps now they could focus again on Shu's condition, and namely begin discussing treatments. "Play won't be bad at all, at least it won't be unless we make it so... Which we won't," he added quickly, not wanting Shu to get the wrong idea, "And I will gladly take you there. As soon as your brother is through playing with Mister Krom we can go ahead and go there. Kiton? Did you have anything you needed before we leave? I'm happy to help."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Back to Norman's, and on the road again!" Ethan said in agreement, beaming as he hurried along. Clasping his hands together he spun on his heel and began walking backwards, as to better address the rest of the group face to face. "We should probably travel as far as we can before it gets dark, then find somewhere off the road to rest. I figure tomorrow morning we can figure out where we're really heading, but tonight let's just get out of Galloway. Sound good?"

"If that's what you believe is best then yes, it sounds good," Nymira responded, a bit put off by just how excited Ethan was becoming. "I trust you'll take me to busy cities though and not backwater retreats. I want to speak with high-ranking officials, not mayors of little villages." Her clan wasn't going to benefit off of relations with the everyday man, she had to go right to those in top. While it was unlikely she'd speak with someone as high ranked as a Church leader, she could hope for second best and aim for governors of the various districts.

Ethan kept smiling despite Nymira's comment, even if his own home had just been called a 'backwater retreat'. "We probably won't get a ton of information for Cecil or Amuné there anyways, so the big cities it is!" They would have to travel there anyways if he hoped to find his own friend. There were probably more places for people like them to be held in busy centers than in the middle of nowhere, at least he thought there might be. He certainly hoped so, it would be a real shame to have to trek out into the wilderness to find someone.

Not long thereafter they had reached Norman's shop again, and the engineer was just finishing putting together Cecil's care package. Hearing Amuné call out to him he lifted his head, a smile crossing his face as he waved back to her. "Well howdy there, didn't expect you all back so soon!" he replied, taking a moment to place one last box in a crate. Standing up and placing his hands on his back he gave it an audible crack, showing his relief with a sigh before gesturing to the container at his feet. "Right in there my friend, that's where all your goods are. Oil, a handful of tools, some polish, and a couple of other little bits and dew-dads I figured you might be able to use. That should all hold you over for a while anyways."

Wow, that sure was an awful lot of supplies, and Norman was just giving them away? Then again Ethan had no idea what the value of any of this was, for all he knew it could be junk. "Thanks Norman, looks like we're all set to get moving! You've been a huge help!"

"You kidding me? All I did was give your friend a check-up, you saved a princess. If anyone ought to be thanking someone, it should be me. You three be sure to take care of her out there, you hear? She's got important business to do, can't have that getting ruined by some bandits."

"Norman, I'm not a damsel in distress. I can handle myself perfectly fine," Nymira grumbled, narrowing her eyes at the engineer.

"I know, I know, but a little help is never a bad thing!" Norman replied, smiling nervously as he held up his hands. "You all should get going though, it'll be dark soon and you might not want to travel then. Best of luck to you all!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"You will not die in battle Viral. Never mind the fact not a single one of us has died yet, you're easily one of the strongest when you're healthy. The chances of you falling I would imagine are very slim," Vegeta responded casually, giving a small shrug before frowning, "You are not a burden. Considering during our last battle you saved everyone I would say that couldn't be further from the truth." His recovery might take some time to be fair, and it may be longer still until he could fight at full capacity, but Viral would fight again. By this time they had everything he'd need in place, it was simply a matter of administrating everything now. "Confident? We have everything we need to help you improve, and we're beginning to put it in place. Yes, for the time being you're on medicine, but as your condition improves further we can ease you off of it. And if strangling me helps you blow off some steam..." Vegeta began, smiling slightly amused before folding his arms, "Be my guest. Or we can spar and I can simply act as a punching bag, I don't mind. Whatever you feel you need to feel better or relax I'm happy to provide it." It was the least he could do, the memory of his actions on Pagonia still fresh in his mind. Coupled with his negligence and inability to make any progress until now and Viral owed him plenty of payback.

Seeing Kiton here was pretty unexpected, but Takeshi didn't mind too much. He didn't have any problem with the Frost Demon despite the circumstances in which they had met, he got the guy had to deal with some crap and what had happened was an accident. Krom seemed to be against Kiton's being here though, serving to only annoy the Prince as a result. Maybe he could finally shut up the Elite, and what better time to do it than when he had an audience? Sneering when Krom shot back at him, Takeshi took a stance and slowly approached the other Saiyan, a smirk covering his lips as he drew closer. "Sorry, I have a hard time listening to people I hate. Maybe knocking you around a bit will make me like you more?" he retorted, going ahead and moving in to resume their session. Figuring he'd try something a little different this time, he stopped short of Krom and threw a punch, using his Ki to push the air around his arm and, hopefully, hit the guy with what would basically be compressed air. Sure he could feel energy, but would he see that coming?

Having Kiton and Leto appear like they did complicated things somewhat, but perhaps it wasn't all bad. Having someone else here to help occupy Shu would be nice, and at worst it gave the boy something to focus on for the moment. "I don't know, I can't tell you what to think," Aito responded, glancing over at Kiton as he began shouting, "Your being here isn't going to incriminate you. In fact I was hoping to see you anyways, for a check up. If you don't mind?" Waving the Frost Demon over he got down on one knee to be more level with him, starting to slowly inspect his body and lightly prod at previously wounded areas for any signs of damage. "Shu... There's something I would like to try with you later, some play therapy. Would you come by my office with me when we're through here?"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Nymira was just glad to be finally getting underway with her journey again. After Norman's hair-brained scheme set her back 3 days she had time to make up, and having these people to help her about certainly made things easier. Cecil might not be riding a horse during their trip, but she figured it was just as well for the poor animal that might have to carry him. Norman had said he shouldn't weigh too much but all the same she'd like to spare the horse the trouble. Of course his being in a cart instead didn't absolve it of that labor entirely, something was still going to have to pull him along.

"Anyone fit to be a parent would not wish their child dead, or... Deactivated," the Dimuran said firmly, frowning as she looked over at Cecil, "You seem to be in good health... I think, so these people must not be your parents. Er... Or whoever built you." It didn't make much sense to her, as in her eyes building a Machina like Cecil was just as labor intensive and consuming as having a real child. Why would someone, after going through the paces, want to destroy him? It made more sense someone else wanted to do it, someone who had a reason to. "You were built this way though, doesn't that mean it was intentional? If they made you this way then why would you be destroyed for it?" Nymira asked as she voiced her thoughts, "It has to be someone your maker doesn't like, or... An enemy of your maker. Why would someone do so much to make you only to break you afterwards?"

The conversation took a change there from Cecil to Ethan, someone who Nymira was somewhat reluctant to discuss. His upbeat attitude and arguably naive nature was a headache to her, who as a princess and dignitary had to express caution at every turn. No doubt he was bound to get them in trouble, if he hadn't already, which meant she may well have to clean up her own escort's mistakes. Overhearing what had been said about her, the Dimuran woman forced a small smile and scoffed lightly at Amuné's comment. "Ethan is an idiot, simply put. If he trusts everyone so easily then he'll get himself killed," she said plainly, shaking her head as she placed her hands on her hips, "Which means it may fall to me to see you to your goal safely. I won't let any harm befall our lovable buffoon, but just know things may be dangerous if he continues to lead." He could handle himself in a fight at least, something which had surprised her initially. Maybe there was a little more to the Mura than he let on?

So what all did they need again? Medicines, maybe some coats for bad weather, and maybe a bit of food just for today wouldn't hurt. Norman had supplies for Cecil, once they finished up here they could double back, pick up the last of their things and be on the road. Ethan was ecstatic by now with all things considered, happy to have horses for a change and supplies, plus some good company to boot. Maybe Nymira wasn't quite the sort of person he'd travel with normally, but she at least was able to handle herself, and her journey shouldn't get in the way of theirs. "Alright, there's a store right there, I think..." Ethan said aloud, tilting his head and squinting as he tried to read a sign down the road, "Yep! So let's grab a lot of our stuff there and see about getting your money changed Nymira." Kill two birds with one stone and be on their way, provided there was nothing else they'd need.

A general store ought to have most everything they would need, and indeed it did. Maybe their medicine was a bit limited, but they ought to be able to find a decent amount of herbs out and about to make up for that. They did have some of the major things the group needed, namely a few canvas tents, a jacket for Amuné and Nymira, and even a small container of preserved goods for them as a snack on the road. It was a bit of a hefty load to carry on hand, but with some twine they managed to tie it all up and Ethan slipped it on like a bag over his shoulders. Before leaving too they had checked with the shopkeep about exchanging Nymira's money, and after some initial skepticism, and shock, they had agreed to do it. Only a handful of gold pieces were changed over, but it was still better than lugging around a fortune of gold. With that all said and done they could now return to Norman's shop, and hopefully get back on the road.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Hm... I would imagine not. Yet it's something you've lived with for some time now, and you're still able to fight when needed. Do you imagine the rest of us would able to be effective in your condition?" Vegeta asked patiently, "I never assumed that you enjoyed this, and I would be an idiot to do such a thing. But you've been able to power through it in spite of everything, and all of your work is going to pay off soon." He would recover soon, and then all of this struggle and tribulations would finally be worth something. Watching as the Beastman took a seat to ease his legs, Vegeta turned towards the door expectantly, waiting for their food to be delivered. A lot of his well-being would hinge on the fact of whether or not he could eat; Viral needed nutrition, simply put, and if he couldn't eat then they were going to have to get creative. "Not all illnesses can be cured overnight, or even in the course of a day," Vegeta said, stating the obvious, "You cannot deny you're in better standing than you were, say... A week ago though. It seems that pain has subsided, you're not at risk of randomly transforming, and you're beginning to get active. I'd even say we're out of the illness and heading into the recovery phase by now."

It was safe to say no one had assumed Kiton would be coming here, certainly not in that fashion. Takeshi and Shu hadn't been informed at all where the Frost Demon was and only told he'd be receiving care for his wounds. Aito had known, yet without causing problems with the rebels he wasn't able to do anything to help. Seeing him here then when he was supposed to be in custody was surprising; Leto's still dazed self probably played a huge part in that. "Well you're here now, why not sit down and enjoy the show?" the doctor said with a smile, albeit slightly forced. If one might consider him having a heart-to-heart with Shu and Krom and Takeshi sharing a shouting match entertaining then he seriously worried for Kiton. The former was awfully angry about the intrusion, for reasons that seemed almost juvenile to Aito. Did he simply not wish to be watched? Was he afraid of Kiton? Their presence here had nothing to do with their training, and it wasn't as though Krom was some instructor being paid for his time, this was an alternative to being in custody. "I see no issue with their being here Krom, they aren't doing anyone harm. Let's let them sit down and watch for a while, maybe Kiton will even want to join in," the doctor suggested, glancing back at Shu, "You don't mind, do you?"

"If they wanna stay then let them stay! Just means more people get to see me finally kick your butt old man," Takeshi added, smirking as he glanced back at Krom. Now he had someone to show off a bit to, maybe he could get himself together and actually do something. "Kiton's not hurting anyone by staying here, quit complaining and let's get back to work!" Easing into a stance again he waited for Krom to do the same, determined to try and prove the man wrong still. No fancy tricks this time, he'd just go right in and open up like he always did, then follow with whatever he thought might cut it. One step at a time, no getting ahead of himself. Heh, easier said than done, he always got caught up in the moment and tried doing too much at once, maybe now though he'd be able to do it right. Maybe.

Uchiha Reborn

Sasuke almost felt bad for agreeing to this, hardly seeing it being worthwhile to fight with Naruto. Sure, the blond could be dangerous... If he attacked someone while they were asleep. Honestly though he packed a bit of a punch if he hit you, shame he was about as coordinated as a drunkard in a bar brawl. Smirking as he teased Naruto, the raven-haired boy raised an eyebrow when he was given a threat in turn. "Is that right...? Well, you have to hit me to do that." It would be a miracle if Naruto landed a hit, maybe he'd humor the other boy and let him get in a free one.

He was ready for anything, even a ninjutsu if Naruto had any. Expecting something well thought out and clever, Sasuke's eyebrow twitched in slight irritation when the blond just charged right in at him. Seriously, did he think that was going to work? It was insulting if he did, that was such a poorly obvious attack it was almost begging to be countered. Keeping his stance up until the last moment, the Uchiha boy reached out and pushed Naruto's hand aside with his palm, using his free hand to grab the boy's back and push him away, side-stepping so Naruto essentially ran right past him.

"Come on, I thought you were going to wipe this smirk off my face," he taunted, still smiling as he resumed a stance, "My turn to try." This time he ran in as well, though he weaved a bit to the side to try and confuse Naruto. He'd seen Itachi do this dozens of times with his sparring partners, surely he could pull it off against Naruto, right? Once he was close enough to strike he reached out like he was going to attempt a punch, but instead of following through he brought his leg forward as well, trying to sweep Naruto's feet out from under him and knock him over.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral went ahead and performed the lunges, albeit with no small degree of reluctance. It was both clear that he was struggling with the exercise and he had little desire to do it, yet he powered through a fair number before finally coming to a stop. "Then we'll only do it this one time if it's so out of character, no sense in forcing exercises on you," Vegeta responded, watching as Viral struggled to rise again only to collapse under his own weight. Placing his hands on his hips he let out a sigh, walking over and looking down at the Beastman carefully. "Your muscles suffered from atrophy, and aside from the occasional fight, which isn't exactly an exercise, we haven't been focusing on keeping you fit. Naturally your muscles are a bit weaker than before, so it will take less to tire you out," he explained, smiling slightly after the fact, "That isn't a problem though, you'll begin to rebuild muscle mass quickly enough, especially if we give you vitamins and nutrients in the form of foods and supplements to help you along the way. You should consider yourself lucky you're even mobile, given how dire your condition was at a few points. It can only be up from here."

"You made a mistake Shu, making mistakes doesn't make someone a bad person," Aito explained carefully, "You're fine, shall we say, 99% of the time. It's only when you change that something might happen, and no one faults you for changing against your will. And... Perhaps people did not forgive you right away, but they will. Sometimes forgiveness takes a little while, for wounds to heal or what have you." Well this boy certainly garnered plenty of sympathy, and it was no wonder why; Shu was in every since an innocent little boy, dealt a rather lousy hand and being forced to try and deal with it himself. Were the others neglecting him? Doubtful, but when you didn't know how to help even the most minute problems they could quickly become overwhelming. A good thing then perhaps people of expertise were now available to Shu, hopefully he could get the help he needed. They had been getting somewhere at least with this, but their conversation was going to be put momentarily on hold. Feeling two energies approaching the building quickly, Aito had stood up and waited for whoever it might be to enter, not having expected the door to be knocked down courtesy of Leto's head. Blinking once in surprise he smiled slightly amused, giving a casual wave and greeting to Kiton. "Well... Hello there Kiton!"

Takeshi was quickly reaching the end of his patience, not able to grasp at exactly what Krom was saying. "So what, just run at you and don't do anything? Don't try to trick you?" he snapped back, throwing his hands up in the air before folding his arms furiously, "Great plan pops, I'm sure charging right at you in plain view is going to do me SO much better!" Scowling when Shu was brought up again, he was about to snap at Krom again until a thunderous bang took everyone's attention to one of the far doors. Furrowing his brow in confusion he watched as the door collapsed to the ground, Leto's hulking frame following soon after and Kiton ending up on his back. Whatever just happened left the alien looking awfully shocked and afraid, weird. Leave it to Krom to totally sully things too, what with his yelling and throwing around accusations. "Hey, come off it you ass! Kiton's one of us, that's all there is to it! None of your business who we make friends with," Takeshi retorted, glaring up at the Elite, "And Leto's one of us too! Besides, this is a REBEL building, and he's a REBEL. He has more right to be here than even you do!"

"Eheh... He's not completely wrong there Krom," Aito laughed, smiling slightly as he itched at his cheek, "But still... Takeshi, we do owe him an apology. He's out here training you and we've been given an unexpected guest, so... Sorry about that Krom." Sheesh, that kid was such a pain and a hothead, he just wanted to pick a fight with everything didn't he? At least Shu was easier in that regard, the younger boy seemed to want to do anything but fight. Speaking of, Shu had gotten a fright over that entrance hadn't he? Glancing back he smiled reassuringly, reaching down and placing a hand on Shu's head before looking over at Kiton and Leto. The latter was probably out for the moment, so he'd just have to question the Frost Demon then. "Kiton? Er... Is there something we can help you with?"

Uchiha Reborn

Kicking Naruto out after giving him a meal seemed a bit cruel, so what to do then? Should they involve him in training? Sasuke hadn't trained with Yura yet aside from his bow training earlier, there was no telling how she might have them work. That aside he was already ahead of the blond in terms of ninjutsu, would it be really fair for them to train together? If Naruto couldn't keep up then he'd just end up humiliating himself, maybe they should spare him that humiliation.

Or not. Sasuke really hadn't meant anything by that and yet Naruto took exception to the statement, getting all defensive and agitated over it. Setting down his chopsticks, the Uchiha boy glanced over with a frown, glancing up at Naruto's fist before smirking slightly amused. "You want to fight me...? You're serious?" He'd never exactly imagined sparring with the blond, he wasn't even someone remotely on the radar for training partners. Sure, he could get along alright with Naruto now and again, but that didn't really make them sparring buddies.

The fact they were basically on the opposite spectrum of the class made Sasuke even more skeptical about their sparring together; Sasuke was top of the class, Naruto was almost the very bottom, there couldn't be a more mismatched pair if you looked. That didn't appear to bother the blond though, he was every bit as riled up despite that fact. Scoffing faintly, the Uchiha boy slid off of his seat and placed one hand on his hip, waiting for Naruto to come down as well before waving him along, "Come on then. I'll kick your butt real quick, then we can finish eating."

The two boys would go out to the rear of the house, a small open lot that was exposed to the surrounding spaces, making it feel bigger than it really was. Aside from two small bushes at the rear of the building it was utterly bare, save for the thin sheet of grass covering the ground beneath their feet. If they were actual shinobi then this would never do, but it ought to suffice for what amounted to a school yard scuffle. "Just remember you asked for this," Sasuke said, smirking as he took a very casual stance, "Let's hurry up so we can go eat."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

They might as well remain active until the food got here, which meant coming up with more exercises. Vegeta had to think it over for a moment, wanting a lower body exercise despite running no longer being an option to them; maybe they didn't have to run, wouldn't lunges work? For added exertion he proposed they move across the room doing them, hoping the Beastman would be on board with the idea. Just to make certain that it was understood he gave a quick display, inciting a rather skeptical and less-than-favorable response out of Viral. "And who's judging? I'm not, and we're the only two in the room. Who cares how it makes you look? We aren't doing this to superimpose ourselves or look amazing," Vegeta replied, standing upright and running a hand back through his hair, "Just give it a try, see how it feels. We can always do something else if this is too uncomfortable." Which it might well be given how Viral's legs were feeling moments ago. If this was still the case then they would simply work on something else, no problem. Maybe they could reserve a leg exercise for after the meal, or once he'd regained a bit of strength in general.

"Don't be absurd my friend! This is what we must do! What YOU must do!" Leto retorted, charging headlong down the streets and leaving a trail of dust in his wake, "I will show you that our comrades have not forgotten you! I will prove they are good of heart and will not treat you poorly!" He must, this was an absolute necessity. Kiton could not be allowed to go on thinking he was an afterthought, a stowaway picked up by the Princes and their group. So maybe he wasn't involved in training right now, but that could change, he could always join them after the fact. With the rubble of a building quickly coming up, Leto's eyes twinkled knowingly before he slammed down a leg into the ground, tearing up concrete then leaping high into the air with a shout of effort, soaring well over the rubble before slamming back down on the far side, not skipping a beat in his run. "A man must help those in need, and you my friend, are in need! I shall do everything in my power to see you there safely!" And there was the building coming up, they were nearly there!

Krom might know what he was talking about but that didn't make it any easier to listen to him. If you didn't care at all for your instructor then they might as well be speaking to a wall, and evidently he'd done just that. Prompted to try attacking again, Takeshi charged right on in, using the same old tricks he'd always used, dashing in and out before trying to throw an attack. No surprise that he was caught, but he wasn't blaming himself for his shortcoming of course, it wasn't his fault. Meeting Krom's glare, the Prince growled when he was thrown aside, landing with a bit of a stumble before gesturing at the Elite angrily. "They're going to feel my energy no matter what I do! My energy just doesn't vanish you lumbering buffoon!" he shouted back, getting frustrated as he slammed his foot into the ground, "You're supposed to be training me! Maybe instead of just shouting, try teaching me something! I know how to counter an attack already, teach me something new!" How could he be to blame here? Besides he was being made to make the first move, how was he supposed to do that without closing the gap and throwing a strike?

"Well... To a degree it's normal, yes. Your condition is a little irregular, but we can still fix it," Aito continued, "If you want to be 'normal' as you say then I can help you. But before we do anything, you're going to have to learn to forgive yourself for what you did. It was out of your control, attacking a friend doesn't seem like something you might normally do. I'm sure they see it the same way and don't like you any less for it." The pains of being a Saiyan, he supposed; unpredictability, constant struggles, threats from all sides, it came with the territory of being one of their kind. While Shu's situation was certainly unique it wasn't as though no Saiyan had ever struggled with changing before, or never had some kind of phobia or fear. So Shu happened to be claustrophobic, if that was indeed the source of his fear of being held, which meant they could slowly condition him to be more accepting of tight spaces. "We can practice on keeping you calm, to prevent you changing. I have medicine that can make all of that extra hair go away, and after that I can help you learn to control yourself when you do change. It's going to be a lot of work, but we can..."

Aito trailed off there as he felt a pair of energies suddenly approaching, furrowing his brow and glancing over towards the door. One he vaguely recognized, the other not so much, and both were heading this way at a very high speed. Slowly getting to his feet he wondered who it might be, his eyes widening slightly when there was a sudden, thunderous crash against one of the doors, the outline of a massive man showing through. Then, in almost a comical fashion the door fell down with a clatter, and Leto soon thereafter, a rather razzled Kiton ending up sitting on his back. "Well... Hello there Kiton!" he greeted casually, smiling and waving as though nothing had happened.