Different kinds of strength? She had only had any use for the physical kind, as that was the kind of strength that was lauded the most on Vocado. But, there were some on her home world -- not many, but enough that their ideas were starting to gain some traction -- who held strength of the mind in a higher light. King Mato was one of these. It was him who pushed for Saiyan youths to keep learning even while in combat training so they could have the mental fortitude to go hand in hand with their physical might. Sarada was one of those youths who kept up her studies while training.
She had to admit, while she didn't see the use for it, it was fun to surprise people every once in a while with how much more intelligent than previous generations she was.
Rather than dwell on things such as alternative forms of strength too much right then, she fell upon a familiar offer. "Yes, I would like to fight you. If you can tap into that giant form again, that would make a nice training partner for my great ape form." A beat passed as the thought ran through her head. "We may need to go outside, though."
She smirked. This was quite the farcry from his usually, she assumed, carefree and jovial attitude. This was the fire that burned deep within every true warrior when confronted with something that went contrary to his beliefs. This was the determination of a warrior about to set out to right what he believed to be a gross wrong. It was something that she could certainly get behind, even if she didn't understand what was so bad about killing to get what one wanted.
To keep from starting another argument, she kept that to herself, opting to observe to see if she could glean why such was a taboo on this planet.
"It happens that our personal goals as far as Battersea goes run parallel to another." She wanted to fight him, and he wanted to bring him to justice. If she beat him badly enough, her goal would lead directly to the means through Zaofan's goal would be realized.
She initially assumed that by 'justice', he meant killing him, then again, she learned early on not to assume anything.
"Through what means do you plan on bringing him to justice? Imprisonment? Death? Some sort of reparations?"
A series of questions simply to help her better gauge his... morality she guessed the proper word would be.
That was a nice philosophy on the strengths and weaknesses of fear, but it had nothing to do with what she was talking about. At least, at first glance it didn't.
There was some hidden nugget of wisdom. A Saiyan who was too weak to fight face to face abandoned her pride and fought in the shadows, stealthily attacking blindspots and using diversions to hide her true intentions until her enemy was slain. If a Saiyan was too weak to fight face to face, but too proud to admit it to herself, died before she knew the battle had begun. It was a quandary that many found themselves in more times than many wished to admit. While it had its uses, subterfuge went wholly against Saiyan culture.
She had used it herself in her fight with Jack, to a lesser extent, so she saw the benefit.
To that end, she nodded in agreement, now seeing where he was coming from.
"There are a many who would claim that our pride is our biggest weakness." Be that as it may, it was also their biggest strength. Through sheer pride, that refusal to surrender simply because of what they were, a Saiyan could achieve great heights normally never before seen.
She left it at that. She knew what question he was going to ask as a followup.