Kaliflur walked into the medical bay, following the sound of shouting. She stood in the doorway, and whistled.

"Robot man. He doesn't want your help. He's injured but he's not weak."

She folded her arms and walked further into the room.

"And you. Dark Saiyan. Like it or not, we're allies now. If you don't believe it, why are we still alive? You're not like the rest. You're honorable. You put your pride before the need to win by any means necessary, and you do what you think is right instead of what's easiest. Maybe there's some Saiyan blood in you.

I also trust that the attack on our primitive comrades was justified, but I don't know the whole story. Mind filling me in?"