A door opened, and Ultra-Dimension walked in, his right arm currently frozen inside the suit, as though the suit were acting as a sling for it. However, his helmet was off, revealing the rather ordinary American looking man. Albeit with a techno-eyepatch.

"Welcome." Ultra Dimension looked up from a pad in his other hand, to David. "You fought well, and you deserve better treatment than what they can offer down there. I've got some of the best medical equipment in the galaxy in here."

"Besides, looking over the recent information, we've got work to do. The dragonballs have been stolen." Ultra-Dimension pressed a few more buttons on his pad, and loudspeakers on the outside of the ship activated.

"Fighters below. My ship can reach Mach 8 in the upper atmosphere. Can this be of use in retrieving one of said trackers? If you've got coordinates, I can get us there quickly."