[IC] Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

[Mogtaki]

Shu frowned at this revelation and what had happened to Saiyans, not liking the sound of it at all. To him it made it sound as if he was sent off and essentially abandoned too, he was considered weak by his father even when he arrived and quickly went to the labs to be toughened and altered to suit his needs. There was probably many other Saiyans who would had been in the same situation, but considering he was the King’s son and considered weak it must had been humiliating to be given such a weak son, “Oh, I-I see…” he frowned, thinking not only about himself but of the other Saiyans who were sent away in similar situations, “I must had been unlucky to be the son of the King and considered weak, they always told me I was weak and useless when I was-…umm, w-what’s it like for you guys…?”

“We were considered weak, Choi and I”, Kai spoke up, giving a quick point to Choi before he folded his arms, letting out a sigh, “But because twins are extremely rare in Saiyan society, we were kept a close eye on by being sent to the kitchens to cook and work with our father. They wanted us as soldiers in the name of the King eventually, but had to wait until we were older and showing signs that we had the potential to grow stronger. We were moved out of the kitchen not long ago and given the chance to fight. We were lucky, Kabocha was a completely different case but you could say he was luckier than us”.

T’charrl felt pretty bad, he didn’t mean to make his friend so drained but now was definitely the time to bring him back, seeing as how he came out here all concerned about him; then again, he could had easily been angry instead and just wanted to come out to slap him one to get him back. He was probably acting stupid; his act of running off to hide just because he had changed appearances was probably just a childish thing. He couldn’t help it, he was completely stressed out and worried about his future if it couldn’t be reversed and he had no excuses for it.

Feeling the stress of it all getting to his head quite a bit, he lowered his head a little before gasping as his mother placed her hand on his shoulder, turning his head towards her, staring at her with a frown. He knew she was right, but he was still trying to shake off everything when he had been training his entire life to become a good leader to his people. Now, he was a monster, one who had no control over his growth spurts or hunger pains, all going along with a power and an almost uncontrollable need for more of it. Turning his head away from her he nodded, slowly pushing himself off the ground, “Y-Yeah, okay…”

Getting to his feet he stared down at the ground for a moment, the elevated height definitely something he needed to get used to. He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was taller than his mother, even if by a bit when she was always the biggest and proudest of their species. He was lucky Takeshi wasn’t stressing out over the sight of him; it would only further add to the Saiyan’s guilt and make him feel especially guilty for causing it. On the verge of having a panic attack about absolutely everything, he looked down at Takeshi before holding out his arms to him, beating his wings and hovering up while his lanky arms remained in place, “C’mon, I’ll carry you, I’ll do it…”

Viral huffed, covering his face with his paw momentarily. He didn’t want to have to care about his ‘condition’, it’s not like it was important and if they could fight then why was it important that he could too; it’s not like he could fly or use Ki, or anything. All of the planning and preparation was hardly something Viral was used to doing, he just wanted to get on with things and forget his problems existed, even if they did torture his mind at the best of times. Letting out a groan he slowly shifted his paw, looking to Vegeta, “Well that is what happens when you’re away from home; plans change. Just what did you think you’d do while you were out here…? What is it that you were doing for the past year if you had no plans of action? The Saiyan Kingdom is still huge, we’re surrounded just by sitting here, so battling and no screwing around with ‘conditions’ should be the plan if you want to get anything done…”

[GambolMuse]

"If that's what you think of as being lucky then sure," Kabocha remarked, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Sure I had an easier time of it because of my birth, but I also had a lot more expectations to live up to. I was above the average strength index when I was born, so they've got me all lined up to be an Elite some day. My father barely missed the mark himself, so they were hopeful with me. That meant I usually had instructors breathing down my neck day in and day out, and when I screwed up, and believe me I screwed up, it was probably ten times worse. Really... When it comes to your father, Shu, it doesn't make a whole ton of difference to him where you've come from. Either you're useful or you're not, and if you're not..." The Saiyan stopped there, making a cutting motion with his thumb across his throat and imitating a tearing sound. Even Shu had to get that reference.

Takeshi glanced at T'charrl's arms for a moment, for the first time showing a bit of uncertainty.Those orbs which had sapped his energy were right there and that was a tiny bit unnerving. He was fair certain that the Prince wouldn't intentionally drain his Ki, but on the flip side of things he didn't seem terribly confident in control over his powers, and as such he could accidentally do it too. Really, he could probably fly back even in this state, so long as he didn't go too fast and took it easy. Added incentive finally came for him to accept the offer in the form of the Queen clearing her throat loudly, rousing him from his silent debate. Paling slightly at making her testy he quickly clambered up into T'charrl's grasp, easing himself awkwardly into his grip. While his stomach wound was healed his legs and shoulder were still in discomfort, and that made it tricky to move much. Still, he managed to do it, and eery orbs aside it was nice to get the pressure off of his body finally.

"Alright... Everyone's waiting on us to get back," Takeshi replied, looking up and smiling faintly. "Uh... No pressure. I mean they're just eager to see you come back in one piece, yeah?" No reason to add on to the stress T'charrl was already feeling after all. "And listen... I really hate to ask this, but I might need one more favor... Can you do one more heal? Not for me, it's for someone else."

"Viral... The rebels are fighting the Saiyans right now, they've got them preoccupied. That means we can deal with other things before and IF we get back into the fight." Vegeta remarked. "I spent the last year helping with rebuilding and training in the event that Saiyans would come back to Earth... Which they did. I hadn't forgotten about you three, neither had Yumi. We just both knew if we went after you any time before recent we'd only get in the way."

During Vegeta's dialogue Yumi had pulled a chair over for herself, placing it at the side of the table and dropping herself down onto it. With her arms draped across the back she rested her chin on her forearm, smiling at Viral kindly as she let her friend finish speaking.

"We got stronger now to come see you two. Really if things hadn't happened the way they did we were going to come out to search anyways, so it works out in the end."

To a small degree it worked out, there were plenty of complications along the way. Namely the three strongest members of their little ensemble being rendered near unable to fight, that was definitely one. There was the small detail of Yumi's being changed into a Beastman as well, a fact made all the more apparent as she twitched her ears reflexively at a small sound outside. Just the wind rustling some trees. Still, perhaps save for her new appearance everything that had happened was reversible and curable, and they were together again. As far as she was concerned their unorthodox search and rescue mission had been a success, and now they just had to work out what was going to happen next.

"So do we really plan on fighting the Saiyans...?" Yumi asked, looking between both of her friends curiously.

Vegeta gave a small nod of his head, placing his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned forward a bit.His lips lifted up into a faint smirk as he regarded Yumi's question, surprised with his own answer.

"Yes, we're going to fight them. I doubt we'll be allied with the rebels again, but that doesn't mean we won't take the fight to the king," he explained, looking down at Viral then. "They're going to pay for what they did to you, and the boys. There's no way any of us are going to let that go unanswered. Besides... I've got to admit, I'm really excited at the thought of a proper battle. I mean the fights on Earth were something, but this..." Vegeta paused, standing upright and shrugging again, letting his hands settle at his side. "This gets my blood going just thinking about it. I'd be disappointed if we didn't take part. But, if we're going to do that then we've all got to be healthy. And that.... Viral, is why we want to help you. Don't think this is holding us back from fighting, we're all happy to wait until everyone is recovered again. The reason we're worried about your condition is because we know you love to fight, and we just want you to be in peak condition to do so."

[Mogtaki]

Shu had a moment to try and imagine what all of that was like, he was fairly curious to what they had to say about their own past. He could understand where they were coming from, even if he didn’t know what it was like to have a regular life. He wondered what it was like to have a true ‘civilised’ experience and that definitely sounded like it; same species contact, interaction between each other and a whole new struggle for existence. Staring at him curiously, he searched over Kabocha as he spoke, a little curious to what he was going to say before he gasped, his tail twitching in response, “R-Really…? Ohhhh…that’s really bad…” he mumbled, frowning, “He’d do that to me…? I-I managed to stay alive with what he did to me…does that make me useful…? Was he trying to kill me in the first place…? Ohhh, I’m confused…what did he want with me…”

T’charrl stared at Takeshi who seemed rather hesitant to touching him, his eyes looking away for a moment before back to him. He was sure that he didn’t want to touch him, it would had been because of how he looked and how he just sucked away the energy that probably made Takeshi not want to go anywhere near him. He was probably going to end up hiding away after this if someone who was of a completely different species was showing off how nervous he was about going near him. Frowning a little, he flinched a little when his mother seemed to cough or something, snapping right out of it when Takeshi sure enough climbed into his arms.

He couldn’t help but still feel guilty for making him touch him by climbing up and taking a ride back to the house; he didn’t need to take up his offer and go with his mother instead, “Uhh, y-yeah…waiting…” he muttered, feeling a little unsure about that. They probably wouldn’t be waiting for him if the other Saiyans had said what had happened to him and probably the reason Takeshi came out here with the sword would have been to fight him if he went out of control and possibly tried to kill his mother, “Right…one piece…” T’charrl didn’t know how he was supposed to react to that other than begin flying to the house, moving through the gap in the trees and just above the treeline as Takeshi talked to him some more.

He really didn’t know if he should try that healing thing again considering how much energy it used up, but then again he didn’t really know how to use his energy properly and had never learned so he could had easily put in way too much energy than was needed. Feeling a little nervous, he gasped at first as the panic attack nearly came on to hit him pretty hard, “Y-Yeah, uhh…who? One of the others…? That’ll be a lot, I-I mean, not that’s it’s bad! Uhhh, just…I-…I’d need more energy from someone, like really soon after because of, umm…various reasons…” He was a little scared, but then again everything was scaring him. He knew his mother was going to be supportive about it but eventually people would find out and want to kill him, then there was the General who was probably still at the house waiting for his mother to come back for a trial against what he did. He was pretty terrified; his whole would come crashing down on him pretty fast.

Viral grumbled in response to Vegeta’s words, hardly seeing it as a reason to not go into battle and possibly even beat up Korian for what he did. Revenge wasn’t something he often sought, but for all the trouble that had been caused and the severity of his punishment it definitely sparked up some hatred that needed to be released somewhere other than trying to destroy everything else with his unstable mind. He did wonder whether his other form was going to pop out uncontrollably or if he ever used it willingly if he would go on an uncontrolled rampage, but if it ever would then he’d want that rampage to be directed towards Korian and finish him off for good.

“Hmph, I was in the same place for a long time before I got released…” he grumbled, looking away again just as Yumi pulled herself on up to him and sat down at the table. She didn’t need to hang around, she could easily go and relax upon seeing that he was as fine as he could be. Letting out a sigh and looking away, he let Yumi get into discussion with Vegeta with no need to say anything against it before the attention was turned back to him, a frown coming to his face before he turned to look back at Vegeta. Vegeta didn’t need to seek revenge in such a manner, he would had felt better doing it himself but it wasn’t as if he could stop Vegeta either. Grumbling, he scratched at his chest slowly, not finding himself able to rebel against it considering the guy would go out and do it anyway eventually himself, “Plus you’re bored of me being broken because you know you can’t fix me by yourself”, he spoke, looking elsewhere, “You’ve always hated it when you couldn’t fix something, then you’d usually go on a tantrum about it. I haven’t seen you train since you got here, mainly because of me, so how would you know if you’re ready to fight or that I’d be able to fight even if you got me fixed up?”

[GambolMuse]

Shu's understanding of this whole situation with his father was a little more than rocky. It was difficult to explain to him exactly what he should get from all of this since families could be so drastically different. Not to mention he'd been exposed to life on Earth, which in so many ways conflicted with the Saiyan lifestyle.Not to mention the other planets he had gone to as of late, who knows how those had effected his understanding. To give him an idea of how a family ought to operate then was near impossible, he had so many conflicting ideas. Kabocha was at his wits end with explaining it to him, letting out a soft sigh as he rubbed at his head.

"He wanted you to be a strong soldier I'm guessing. That was his whole purpose behind that program, yeah? To make you guys work for him and be stronger?" Really though, if he wanted a loyal military all the king had to do was not be such a jerk. "We can't really answer any of that for you Shu, we just don't know. The collar program was pretty hush-hush for the most part, and the only time any of us saw it in action was when we saw you. Really, if we want to be able to get an answer then you'll have to ask your old man yourself. That... Or one of the scientists that worked on the program..."

He didn't want to put T'charrl on the spot like this, but if there was a chance to get some help then they needed to jump at it. Otherwise who knows how long it could take to get the others proper medical attention? Plus, while it wasn't his place to say what was fair and not he'd been given treatment, and therefore the others should get it as well. As far as he was concerned too both Shu and Viral needed attention much more than he did, and he was willing to do whatever was needed to make sure that they were seen to. Of course, all of this was moot thought if T'charrl wasn't up to or capable of helping them out.

"Well... I can try to scrape up a little more for you to use," Takeshi answered, smiling faintly as he looked ahead, watching the trees pass by. "Or... Yumi or Vegeta might be willing to help. The healthier everyone is the better the group is as a whole. If you agree to this then I appreciate it T'charrl, seriously. I'll owe you big time for this." He had no clue how he'd repay the Prince for it, but if he could help either his brother or the Beastman then he'd be indebted to him.

Getting Viral and Shu to a real doctor was definitely their first priority, no doubt about it. As to where that doctor could be found that was another question entirely, one they would probably not get an answer to until the last minute. Not the best way to look for medical attention certainly, but they didn't have very much else in the way of choices. Someone on this planet was bound to be a doctor, but Vegeta had already taken it upon himself more than once to play doctor since arriving, and he'd prefer to do it himself again. They needed someone familiar with Saiyan anatomy to properly see to Shu, and shy of someone who had experimented on Viral no one else was going to know much about the Beastman. What a headache to have to work through. Viral then brought up something Vegeta would rather have left alone; his pride when it came to fixing things. He definitely liked to think of himself as being capable when it came to things of this nature, and being beaten by a problem was never a satisfying outcome. He didn't take failure well.

"I-I do not throw tantrums!" Vegeta huffed indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest. "And... I know I'm ready to fight. I haven't trained in what, three days? I spent a year training before that, a few days isn't going to throw me off completely. Sheesh... And why wouldn't you be able to fight once you heal? It's the only thing keeping you back. Well... That and... The PTSD..." It felt like it ought to be a taboo subject, Viral's problem. Yet they couldn't just brush it under the rug, not when it was very clearly a problem that needed helping. "Look, you were the strongest out of all of us before this happened, okay? And I'm willing to bet you will be again, but only when we go and get you the help you need. We want you to get back to that point, all you've got to do is let us help you get there."

"And we're going to be as patient as we can about it too," Yumi interjected, shooting Vegeta a warning glance before smiling at Viral. "No one is bored with you, we promise. We only want to help, that's all. We're excited to be able to fight with you just like we always used to, and that can't happen until you feel better. That's why we're being so persistent about things, because we want to get back to how things used to be with the three of us. Don't you want that too?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t know how to take this all or how to try and understand it, especially when it had been hard enough learning a language when compared to culture and family business. Right now Shu just wanted someone to cuddle with in an attempt to come to a better understanding, his hopes of learning fairly getting dashed upon when it all sounded bad and not very pleasing to learn. Frowning, he stared at Kabocha as he further explained it all, still not finding it all that pleasant considering what it meant, “He really did want to just use my…’other side’…” he muttered, frowning a little, “I don’t think I could ask him about it…but maybe the scientists, yeah…would be easier too…” Maybe they would be able to investigate such a thing eventually, but for now it didn’t appear as if they would be heading over there anytime soon, “I-I’m plenty strong when I’m regular, I really am! But father…maybe when I fight him, I can show him that…if I get to…”

T’charrl didn’t really want to subject Takeshi to anymore annoyances by having to be touched by him; the poor guy had to go through enough torture without worrying whether he’d suck away his energy and leave him as a dried up husk. That was another worry to put on top of everything else, but if he could do that against his enemies then that was perfectly fine. He didn’t have a problem killing for defence, but if he started doing it for fun then he would definitely need to reconsider his existence. He was feeling all sorts of depressed now; just how far his power could go and how much he would change as a result of it were the biggest questions.

Watching for where the house might be, he shook his head quickly at Takeshi, “No! I’m not taking more of yours! That’d be unfair, I’m not a monster like that…I’m not! I’m not…maybe a little bit…” he frowned, shaking a little before he sighed, ceasing it as he tried to relax again, “I-I’ll help! I will, I’ll do it…I have to! I have to redeem myself for what I did and what I-…ohhh…what will they think of me…” He was so confused, it was definitely hard to take even with all the support he was getting. He’d do what he could with his unknown power, but as far as anything else would go he’d definitely have to watch his energy levels more and watch that he never mutates again by eating enough.

Speaking of eating, T’charrl was still starving. Despite eating a tree for its energy there was no fruit on it and didn’t really give him much in the way of nutrition. This body felt like it’d be high maintenance and depending on what he could do he’d have to keep an eye on everything he did. Letting out a sigh to try and calm down, the moment he arrived at the house he slowly landed down around the back of the house, placing Takeshi’s legs on the ground but kept a hold of him to keep balance. T’charrl was pretty dead set on not letting his father see him immediately, feeling the gradual approach would be better. His father was a tough man, but whether he was as forgiving as his mother was definitely to be seen. Panicking a little, he remained where he was, his knees shaking a little, “Uhhh…c-can you walk…?”

Viral smirked a little when Vegeta went into a huff, looking away from him again. The guy still had a lot to learn about fighting and keeping everything in check in that he had to keep fit by training a lot and that not everything could be fixed just because he willed it to be. Looking back to Vegeta at the mention of his mental condition he frowned, not happy that they all kept bringing it up. All it did was make him feel broken, especially when it was something that wasn’t easily changed or fixed if it was even possible to. He was just feeling bad now, his mind not quite fitting into what he had been left with as a result of the experimentation, “Can you just not…” he muttered, not really up to talking about his mental condition. Keeping his eyes off Vegeta, he let out a grumble in response to what he was saying and closed his eyes as if trying to shut it all out.

They didn’t know what they were saying, of course he wasn’t the strongest and could never be when he had so many weaknesses and downfalls, all of his defeats and lack of stable abilities. He was a broken warrior with pieces that could never be put together again, his mind crushed and his spirit tossed into the dirt, “I’ll never be the strongest, you don’t know what you’re talking about”, he grumbled, shaking his head a little, “I want that more than anything, but…it’s impossible. I may had been the strongest once, but a beaten warrior can only go on for so long before he falls to the ground defeated. I just…can’t do it anymore”.

[GambolMuse]

"Wait wait... You might be onto something there Shu..." Kabocha said, smiling as he cupped his chin in thought. "Now... There were at least a dozen scientists that I know of that were working with you, according to what my father knew. Still, I doubt he knew the whole story either, only bits and pieces. If we can find one of those scientists though, any one of them will do, we can get answers."

Like Shu said too though, it wasn't going to happen any time soon. There was still the matter of getting their parents to safety, that was first and foremost. Then the little issue of Shu, Viral and Takeshi all being injured, they couldn't well go gallivanting about when people were in that kind of state. Getting those three seen to would come immediately after their parents, and then they'd have to figure out a way to locate one of the scientists. While most of them were bound to be still on Kortal it was a safe bet a few had been sent abroad for other experiments. All they needed to do was find some way for them to figure out who was involved, and then track that person down. Much easier said than done, especially considering how far spanning the empire was. The scientist could be next door or a hundred light years off, who knows. Their pods were most definitely not rated for that kind of travel, at least not with the amount of people there was going to be. Assuming that the others had a ship to get here they'd have to hope that would suit their needs, otherwise they would have to get creative.

"Relax... Relax T'charrl, no one is calling you a monster," Takeshi said gently, waving a hand to dismiss the thought. "If you don't want to take mine then fine, don't. But if you can use our energy to heal everyone then I doubt there's going to be a shortage on offers. Unless it causes you pain to do it I'm just putting the request out there, because I sure know Shu and Viral need a hand too."

He didn't know what on earth the kid felt he had to redeem himself for. Unless he had managed to hurt someone during their fight with the General he was innocent, and whatever blame he had was self-wrought. Takeshi was all too familiar with self doubt and blame, still going through a tiff of it himself. He had actually done something wrong, killing men in spite of Shu's rather firm stance against it. That deserved to be critiqued, not whatever T'charrl was going on about. If the Prince felt he had to do this in order to make himself feel better then who was he to stop him? No doubt somewhere down the road Takeshi would feel the same way and end up adamant about working off his guilt. In a way, he mused, they were alike in that regard. Returning his focus to their flight path he was glad to see the home coming into view steadily, the trees beginning to thin as a result. The Saiyan could almost feel his helper tense up at the sight of the building, like he was expecting something to happen. Wanting to say something to help out he kept his trap shut, instead opting to let the Queen talk as she gestured for him to stay silent.

"No one is going to blame you for anything T'charrl, and you have no reason to redeem yourself. You've done nothing wrong, and everyone knows that." Eslaria landed beside her son as they touched down on the lawn, smiling up at him tenderly as she lifted a hand, stroking his cheek again. "Don't worry so much, it's bad for you. These people are your friends and loved ones, they'll accept you no matter what. I won't lie and say they won't be surprised, but surprise is not bad." Shifting her gaze onto Takeshi her smile melted away, adopting her familiar hard expression as she gestured to him with a claw. "Don't you tell anyone about this, I don't need Garesh knowing I was babying my son, understood?"

Takeshi nodded his head frantically, complying with the scary woman's demands without question. Certainly in his state the last thing he wanted was to be walloped over the head, he didn't need another injury. Heeding T'charrl's question the Saiyan carefully adjusted his weight on his feet as he was placed down, testing his own balance before smiling slightly and giving a nod.

"I'll survive, thanks. I can take it from here."

"T'charrl?" Eslaria asked, vying for her son's attention again as she tapped her shoulder. "How do you want to do this? I can ask everyone out here, or we can go inside. You can't avoid them forever little Prince, and the sooner you see them the sooner your worries can be dismissed."

Vegeta loathed being reminded of his incompetence in some areas, it drove him nuts. For all of his formal education and apprenticeship under his parent's work there really wasn't a lot of excuse for not knowing something, yet it came up fairly often. Were he not so uptight about his own ability sometimes he might not care as much, but it drove him mad. Especially in a case like this where a friend could benefit from his help, and yet he remained useless to them. To care so much and be powerless was just beyond infuriating, perhaps near as much as what Viral felt being laid up constantly. Not that he could know how the Beastman felt, since if they did then the issues would be a thing of the past by now. Never quite knowing what to say he listened instead as Yumi offered words of reassurance, smiling in agreement with them. Viral had definitely been the strongest among them, even without that deviant form of his. A series of losses and drawbacks had set him back a fair bit, but both of them were confident that once back on his feet he'd reclaim his spot, or at the very least shorten the gap. The point of the matter was he was strong, whether he knew it or not, and it was just a matter of making him realize it.

"Viral... The only time you won't be able to be a strong warrior is when you're dead." Vegeta remarked, smiling sadly. Stepping off a little ways he took a seat on the edge of the table by his friend's legs, putting his hands out to the sides to stabilize himself. "Look... What you don't know is that you're literally the strongest out of us. The way you work, your body... It's designed to adapt to the challenges you face, and that will never change. If it wasn't for the fact that the Saiyans threw you off so much I know you'd be as every bit as powerful as the boys, or stronger even. The way my father designed you wasn't to be the most powerful, not initially. You can grow in strength, a lot like us Saiyans can, or even humans," he added, looking to Yumi briefly. "My point is this. Yeah, you're down now. And even once you heal it'll be a bit to work your strength back up. But you've got as much natural talent for power as any of us do, probably even more so. As cheesy as this sounds, the biggest thing holding you back now is not believing in yourself. You're lacking confidence, and you can't fully use your strength when your heart isn't in it."

"See? You can be strong again. Really, really strong. All you've got to do is let us help you along the way. We don't think you can't do it on your own, we're just here to offer little pushes along the way, that's all." Yumi smiled cheerfully as she leaned forward, taking up one of Viral's paws in her hands again and giving it a small squeeze. "We want to see you strong again, honestly. We want to fight right along side you, like we did when we were little. We miss that, and because of that we're willing to do whatever it takes to help you recover. So please don't think you're a burden, or slowing us down, because you're not."

[Mogtaki]

Shu felt a little surprised when Kabocha spoke up, a little curious that the guy thought it might be a good idea to do. He rarely ever gave out good ideas and if this was one of those rare moments then he’d happily accept it, especially when it possibly meant finding out more about his own problems and who caused them, “Really…? That would be…really good, yeah, really good”, he said, smiling a little, “I really want to know why they did that to me and whether they’re planning worse things for others, that would be awful indeed…plus it’d mean they’d do that to you too if they wanted to! That would had been bad…and if they’re using it on others, that’d be bad too. We shouldn’t let others have to go through that…not at all…”

T’charrl frowned deeply, simply feeling completely put off by absolutely everything. He was a little relieved that Takeshi was none the wiser to his mutation, maybe he could just keep that hidden for a while longer and everything would be okay; however, he’d have to be very careful over what came next. He could easily end up changing if he got too hungry, he could even change just from using too much energy from trying that strange healing technique his instinct had forced out of him, “R-Right…I didn’t mean to talk like that”, he spoke, frowning a little before smiling nervously, “It’s not so much pain that happens if I do it…it’s, uhh, something else…nevermind”.

T’charrl should probably help the others before seeing to his father, they were more important than showing off to his father how much of a screw up he was. Feeling his practically non-existent heart pounding in fear, he looked down to the little door handle that seemed oh so far away to him now. Hesitating, he soon looked to his mother as she spoke again, turning to her and smiling a little when she stroked his cheek, “…You think so? Even if I’m-…uhh, I hope I can keep it together…” He could only hope things went well, it was all so worrying especially when his future was at stake. Looking to Takeshi when his mother threatened him, he sighed a little as he stared at the door, completely scared of what’ll happen if he lost it inside.

T’charrl just couldn’t bring himself to open the door at all, his sharp teeth biting into his lower lip before he gasped a little, turning to face his mother when she tapped his shoulder. Feeling a little unsure to how he should take it, he looked to the door and frowned, slowly nodding, “M-Maybe best outside…but someone keep an eye on the General so that he doesn’t escape”, he spoke, looking back to his mother, “I don’t want to go in there and hurt someone! If something happens…I’ll never forgive myself…”

Viral really was feeling rather depressed but he didn’t want to admit it, everything just coming crumbling down on him had always been hard. He wanted to fight, he really did, but his mind just shut it out completely. All positivity was completely forbidden in his mind and he couldn’t find a way to get around it, the feeling of death being ever so prevalent all the time. Opening his eyes to glance at Vegeta, he soon looked away again and stared outwards, feeling completely unsure to whether he wanted to believe Vegeta on that. He wanted to believe it, but as it stood his mind could only stand at the thought that he was so out of practice that he’d never recover even if he tried, “I can try to believe you…but, I have yet to see evidence on that”, he muttered, looking to Yumi when she spoke up as well. It made him feel as if he was on training wheels, it was certainly an odd feeling too when he had to practice and be pushed along to get to the top again. Looking to her hands as she picked up his paw, he let out a sigh and scratched his chest, “When you’re all flying off across oceans and high into the sky, decide whether or not I’m slowing you all down”, he spoke calmly, giving his head a shake, “I’d have to see it in action myself, I just have a hard time believing such impossibilities right now”.

[GambolMuse]

Both Eslaria and Takeshi were hopeful that T'charrl was going inside. He needed to accept that he wasn't being labelled as a freak, even if he was different now. Really, it was likely a mother's love keeping the Queen from shunning her son, but in the Saiyan's case this was hardly irregular. So many people transformed nowadays it was getting old, so seeing this didn't phase him too much, save for the initial surprise. There was a bit of lamenting when the Prince stopped himself at the door, refusing to go on any further under his own volition. They'd not press him into doing it, though the sooner he became comfortable around everyone the better.

"Hey... Don't sweat it T'charrl, it's okay." Takeshi said, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Just wait out here with your mother, okay? I'll go let everyone know you're okay. Just don't be too shocked if people come out. I'll let them know you're nervous, they ought to respect that and not all rush out."

Finding another use for his sword, as a walking stick of sorts, Takeshi went right up to the back door. Sending one last glance back at the Kaesstrians he opened it right on up, stepping back inside. He wanted to be of help, but when it came to consoling and calming down T'charrl there likely wasn't anyone better than Her Majesty to do it. He was just a messenger of sorts for now, and the lone fact he was being of use and not lied up somewhere was just fine by him. Now then, there were two people that really needed some help, yet he wasn't sure who to go to first. Standing in the hall as he was he could hear conversations being carried out, everyone sounded like they were busy. He hated to barge in when he still felt like he was being a bit scrutinized for his failure, not wanting to give anyone more reason to hate him. Hopefully this idea of theirs would get him in a better light, he mused selfishly. Takeshi didn't want to look at it as a gain for himself, but when he was certain everyone was blaming him he felt like this fix was needed.

"Viral... If anyone takes a continuous beating, be it Saiyan, Beastman, Human, they're going to take a long time to recover." Vegeta said plainly, sighing as he placed his hands on his hips. "The only reason you haven't recovered yet is because you haven't really been able to. All we have to do is get you settled somewhere nice, somewhere that you're not going to get tossed into a fight again. Then, when you've healed, we can test how much of your strength has come back. I mean... It's not like we're trying to keep you away from fighting, we know how much you like it. But realistically everyone has to take a breather once in a while." Cringing a bit on the flying comment Vegeta looked down at his feet, frowning as he shifted his weight about. He didn't have any response to that, though thankfully Yumi did.

"Shu can't fly either, and he doesn't hold us back. He used that cloud back on Earth, didn't he? So maybe we should just find you something to use!" Yumi suggested, smiling hopefully. "There's no shame in not being able to fly, no one can do everything. What if we found you something neat to use like... A little craft? A tiny ship or something, like on of Vegeta's cars from back home! Or..."

"What about a hover board?" Takeshi suggested from the doorway. Smiling apologetically for butting in he looked at Viral on the table, giving a faint wave as he leaned against the door frame. "What? I saw ads for them all over the place when we were waiting for the tournament to start, never thought of anything until now. I bet they can go pretty fast, and it'd be easier to move around than a car, wouldn't it?"

Vegeta nodded his head a tad, thinking that idea was fairly sound. The boards weren't as fast as they were flying, but darn close. A set of goggles and Viral would be good to go, and capable of keeping up with them over any terrain, ocean included. If they found a means to make it work like he did, solar powered, then it'd never have to worry about losing power either, he'd be all set. "That could work... Though that means having to get back to Earth. Which, as of right now, is nearly impossible." Sighing softly at that he scratched his head, giving Takeshi a curious look. "Need something? Should you be moving around with your wounds?"

"T'charrl fixed me up! Well, kind of." Grabbing the hem of his shirt he lifted it up, revealing the closed wound that used to be right to the side of his navel. "I figured, if you two are willing to lend a hand, we can get Viral and Shu all healed up. Of course, only if you're up for it, Viral. Though I don't see why you wouldn't be."

[Mogtaki]

T’charrl felt like a coward, his mind telling him he should had gone into the house but on the other hand if he suddenly changed in the house it would easily collapse. His changes were too quick for him to stop and rather destructive, he didn’t know how to control it other than the fact someone could reverse his mindless nature by speaking his name; however, whether that would always be the case would be something to be seen. Whether this change was permanent was something to be foreseen, but as he moved to his mother he had to try and feel safe as these thoughts dwelled in his mind. Lowering himself a little to underneath his mother’s eye level, he cuddled against her as Takeshi moved into the house, just hoping things would go well.

Viral didn’t find that all to be encouraging, especially considering they were planning on leaving soon and out into the field again. It didn’t sound like they knew what they wanted to do at all; they were just going along with things and hoping for the best each time. He didn’t know where he could relax in the universe without the Saiyans chasing after him, didn’t matter whether they wanted him back or to kill him either. He had no way to realistically settle and this planet was his last chance, instead showing that he couldn’t fight or defend his pride when it mattered most, “You already tried with this planet, but look at how that ended up…”

Looking to Yumi as she began to make suggestions, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at the thought of having to use things like that, things that can explode or make him look stupid and slow. Feeling a little fed up with these decisions, when Takeshi spoke up he made a little effort to look at him before letting out a grumble at it, “I can only imagine looking so stupid with something like that”, he grumbled, looking away a little, “It’s not like Yumi’s suggestions were any better, either”.

Viral was a little suspicious about Takeshi coming in here, his eyes on his figure when Vegeta got suspicious about his presence too. It wasn’t lost to them that he was here for something, but whatever the reason it was probably because it was important. Staring at him as he spoke, he felt a little suspicious when it was T’charrl who had mended him, but how he managed to do that was just a little curious, “Hmm, is that so…” he spoke, placing a hand on his stomach, “Whatever he did sounds suspicious...and just how did he figure he can do that? He’s nearby…with some odd energy…hmph, I’d rather not be in pain, anyway…”

[GambolMuse]

"Really...? T'charrl can heal people?" Vegeta asked, a bit deflated. Letting out a soft sigh his shoulders slumped, smiling faintly as he looked at Viral. "Well... My methods take a while anyways, so you might as well go for it. Better than having to wait to heal."

Takeshi smiled cheerfully enough, glad that he was able to help a bit. There was earnest surprise on his part to, surprise that Viral had listened to him. In his elation for helping there was a hint of triumph too at finally having gotten the Beastman to agree with something. Albeit, one would have to be utterly insane to turn down having their wounds healed, and none of them were that far gone. With the Prince's new found power both his brother and friend would be back on their feet in no time and ready to go. Words couldn't express his gratitude towards the Kaesstrian enough, they'd certainly find a means of paying him back for all of his help.

"Honestly...? He just kind of came up to me and... Did it..." Takeshi answered, shrugging his one good shoulder. "It feels weird when he does it, but you saw my stomach, good as new. Not just the skin, the muscle and everything is healed too. So even if you've got something internal you're going to be just fine when he's through with you." Nodding his head cheerfully he turned to leave the room, pausing as he threw a somewhat sheepish smile over his shoulder at the others. "Oh... And he kind of needs energy to do it... And since he's running a little low... You're going to have to give him some to use guys!"

"Hey, that's not fair!" Yumi shouted, watching as the Saiyan slipped out of the room with a laugh. Sneaky little jerk, pulling one over them like that. Not that she terribly minded giving up some energy, but it was the way he told them that annoyed her. Trying to pull a fast one almost, or avoid being slapped more likely. Still, they now had a means of helping Viral, physically at least.

"We'll definitely go with this then, and I'll give up some of my energy." Vegeta remarked, smiling down at Viral. "After all I'm determined to heal you, and in this case I'm doing it inadvertently. It'll have to be good enough for me ego for the time being." Now came the matter of moving the Beastman, something that may prove to be quite a bit of trouble if not done carefully. His wounds had begun to heal and were covered, sure, but agitation might reopen them. "How do you want to do this? Think you can settle for us carrying you out, or do you want to walk? We just need to be mindful of your injuries."

Eslaria looked back at her son curiously as he hid against her, wondering why he was so utterly worried. Even if he had changed now they were drastically different to T'charrl's friends upon their arrival, and they hadn't reacted unfavorably then. That wasn't bound to change now that he'd transformed a little, certainly not to those who he considered friends. Nonetheless she indulged his need for comfort, wrapping her arms as far around him as she could and giving his back a gentle rubbing. A gentle giant, the Prince. Even if he grew large he was still as kind-hearted and timid as ever, and to her that was endearing. It was also a reason she had so readily asked him to lead the new government when the time came, she knew he'd never become corrupted by power like so many before him.

"Even now... You still come to your mother for protection," Eslaria teased gently, lifting a claw to stroke T'charrl's fur on the top of his head. "I still plan on calling you little Prince young man, no matter how large you may grow. I hope that doesn't bother you too much."

Satisfied that Viral was going to be taken care of Takeshi made it a point to then go to see to his brother. The squad was still gathered in the room with Shu when he got there, just reaching the end of a conversation by the sounds of it. Smiling as he placed his sword down against the wall he eased past a surprised Kabocha, going directly to the couch and to his sibling's side. He was still laid out as stiff as could be, but in a matter of moments he'd be springing around again like the little monkey he was, and that thrilled the older boy to no end. Leaning over Shu so he could be seen Takeshi lightly placed a hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair carefully to not shift him about too much.

"Guess what buddy? We've got someone who can help heal you. You're going to be moving about again in no time!" Looking over his shoulder then he passed hopeful glances around his squad, silently opting for one of them to lend him a hand with moving the crippled boy.

[Mogtaki]

Viral didn’t really have much to lose, but he still was a little curious to how someone like T’charrl learned that he could heal people. There were only a few races out there that held the rare power to heal, but there had been no Kaesstrian who had apparently been able to do it before otherwise he would had been fully healed ages ago. Whether this was a rare thing or something that just happened was definitely something to be foreseen, but it definitely was odd that T’charrl didn’t want to come into the house in the first place. The energy had been fairly weird in the area with a sudden spike of it happening only a short time ago, but it definitely didn’t seem all that suspicious quite yet.

Grunting as he shifted himself, giving Takeshi a long hard stare to try and understand his motives with this eyes going to Yumi at the talk of energy before it shifted to Vegeta. His decision to whether or not he wanted to be healed wasn’t his own ultimately, it was Vegeta’s decision and Yumi who would tell him what was best for him. If Takeshi wasn’t showing any adverse after-effects to being healed then it must had been legit if only a little bit suspicious that someone like that bug alien could suddenly do it.

Letting out a sigh as he tried to move his legs off the table, he looked to Vegeta before down to his wound, it feeling extremely painful already just from shifting himself. He knew he couldn’t walk, even if he was determined to try and walk but if he didn’t want to get hurt further or end up showing off his weaknesses more than he should had, “Just…help me out, will you? You know I lost a lot of blood so what makes you think I can manage by myself?”

T’charrl could only hope for acceptance from himself in the end, but it was probably the public eye that he feared the most. He didn’t know how they would react to an obvious monster who managed to cause a tree to grow in the city that would probably cause some sort of inconvenience. He should probably talk to his mother about the tree, seeing as how it was visible from where they were. Letting out a brief sigh as she rubbed his back, he cuddled up to her, lifting his head a little when she talked to him and stroked his hair, “How large I may-…oh, n-no, it doesn’t bother me at all”, he smiled a little, resting his head on her fur, I only hope I learn to control it…and myself. I felt so scared when I realised I was going to try and eat you…”

Shu didn’t really expect Takeshi to be back so soon, but what was worse was he was without T’charrl. He couldn’t had been too far, but hearing that he had turned into a creature made him worry for him. Watching as Takeshi came over to him, he tried to look at him as best as he could, feeling a little confused over what he was saying, “Wha…? Who? Where’s T’charrl? Is it him? Is he okay…?” he spoke up, staring at him with concern, “Healing sounds nice…how does that work? What do you mean? I don’t understand…”

The twins looked between each other, both of them looking a little confused to what Takeshi meant by ‘heal’ and whether they had found T’charrl. Judging by the Prince’s spritely nature it seemed entirely possible that he had found him and discovered something new about him, but that didn’t really answer all the questions to how he did it and why he was so quick to try and find him. As both the twins moved to Shu, Kai secured his head and neck while Choi took a hold of his back and legs, the twins moving up at the same time and without bending Shu’s neck as Kai spoke up, “So you got him back, or something? This something else other than changing and spawning giant trees…”

[GambolMuse]

Vegeta was more than happy to help Viral, but he opted to let the Beastman try for himself, knowing how his pride went. Rather quickly though his friend realized he needed a hand, to which both the Saiyan and Yumi readily lent him. Each of them slung one of the man's arms over their shoulders, trying not to just pick him up but instead relieve any pressure on his midsection so that he could for the most part walk. In just a minute, if what Takeshi was saying was true, Viral wouldn't need their help to get up and about. That definitely had to be a relief on his mind, it certainly was on theirs.

"I just thought I'd offer, rather than seem like I'm ordering you to do something," Vegeta replied defensively. "Like I said before, I don't want you to think of me as a master or anything, and that means you're not taking orders from me. If we ask you to do anything it's a suggestion or a request, not a demand. Understand?"

Rather than act aghast at her son's words Eslaria found herself laughing. It was more of a suppressed giggle, but enough to make her shake a bit as she continued to stroke T'charrl's head comfortingly. "My darling, you don't want to eat me. I'm old and not very tender any more I'm afraid, you'd be hard pressed to make a meal out of me," she joked lightly, bringing her hand down to pat his cheek. "I saw the look, believe me, but I know my little Prince. He'd never harm anyone without just cause, no matter what. That... Creature that you turned into? It's not as strong as you think it is. I've raised my boy well enough that he should know he can conquer anything if he puts his mind to it, and that includes that new side to you." Smiling tenderly she gave his cheek another gentle patting before grabbing his arms, easing them off of her person carefully. "It's not unlike being royalty, my son. With power comes a necessity for control. All you need is to find how to control that power, and it'll never frighten you again."

With slow, deliberate steps Yumi and Vegeta made their way out to the back door. They passed by Katas coming in on their way out, not quite sure what he was up to coming inside. Garesh and Katas had moved the General not too long ago to a tree on the edge of the yard, just to keep him out of view better. Just as well, it was a little uncomfortable knowing that man was sitting right on the other side of the door the whole time. Carefully using his foot to push the door open the Saiyan twisted himself sideways to get outside, leading Viral out gently in the process. He saw T'charrl there standing in the yard with his mother, only staring for a brief moment before getting to the task at hand. Definitely different, but not terribly abnormal. He'd seen stranger things on Earth alone, that was nothing. Indeed it was really not an issue for them seeing changes like that, it was almost a common occurrence in their group between Shu and Viral.

"Uh... T'charrl...?" Yumi quipped, stopping in step with Vegeta as he did so. "We brought Viral out... And Takeshi said you might be able to give him some help. If we're not imposing, I'm sure he'd definitely appreciate it too." Agreeing or not they opted to get the Beastman off of his feet, easing him into a sitting position back on the ground. Yumi remained standing over him, keeping a hopeful glance on the Prince as Vegeta helped support their friend. "Also... I'm glad you're okay. When they said you ran off somewhere I thought something really bad happened," she explained, putting on a small smile and giggling softly. "But you just got a growth spurt silly!"

"T'charrl can use our energy to heal us... I think. It's complicated, but it works, I promise." Takeshi smiled, stepping back so that the twins could get to Shu. "To be honest I don't understand it either, all I know is he can make it happen. And I'm guessing you're tired of lying around like that, so we'd better get you over there to get patched up."

Taking pause for a moment he looked over at the twins, watching them almost methodically lift Shu up, grateful for their carefulness. He wasn't paralyzed, but that didn't mean there was no chance if he was moved too harshly. His squad was taking great care in preventing any further damage, making sure that Shu scarcely shifted at all in their grasp.

"His mother got him back really, all I did was get in the way," Takeshi admitted, smirking as he itched the side of his nose. "He's definitely full of surprises, I'll give him that. As if we didn't owe him big time enough already, now he's going to be mending everyone's wounds. How the heck are we going to pay this back...?"

[Mogtaki]

Viral watched Vegeta and Yumi sling his arms over themselves, slowly pulling him up to his feet and sure enough began to lead him out. Just as he thought might happen, his head immediately felt light and he almost just fell unconscious all over again with only his willpower preventing that from happening. It was a little painful to have to be carried like this, but if it meant getting some sort of healing then he’d go for anything. Grumbling at Vegeta, he chose not to respond to respond to what he said, simply giving him an annoyed look for it, “…If only…healing meant I could get some blood back…” he grumbled, his eyes almost shutting completely, “That would be really…really helpful…”

T’charrl couldn’t help but frown a little at his mother giggling a little, not looking too sure what she was getting at with doing such a thing. Letting out a sigh he continued to cuddle into her, frowning a little, “Mother, you’re not that old…” he muttered, rubbing his head against her a little. Holding his hand against hers as she patted his cheek, he looked up to her as he tried to come to an understanding with her words, contemplating over what she was saying. He was still a little concerned over it, but he knew what she was talking about and what he probably had to do if he was to prevent such a thing from happening again.

“…So, I have to get stronger…? Is that what you mean?” he asked her but his eyes went to her arms as she lifted him off her, frowning a little in response. It was an awful lot to ask of him when it hadn’t even been a day that this had been happening, but it felt very real that it would continue. Looking to the house, he wondered if any of them had any sort of struggle that is relatable; it was highly possible, especially when most of them were Saiyans which were often seen as a little evil and destructive, “I-I’ll try and find some control…I swear. I don’t want this to get out of control…”

As the others began to emerge T’charrl couldn’t help but jump a little, moving away from his mother just a bit before he gave his arms a rub. They had brought their injured friend out, his mind immediately going to the idea that it’s probably going to take a lot of energy to get something like his injury sorted. The guy had lost a lot of blood, but if he was to try and replace that then he’d just be sapping Takeshi’s friends to no end. It shouldn’t take a long time for him to recover the blood he had lost, just so long as the guy could withstand being weakened for a little longer.

Staring at them all before lowering his head, he flinched a little when Yumi giggled at him, only to announce that it was something minor to them, “Uhh…i-it’s a lot more complicated than that…” he muttered, pressing his claws together, “The power I talked about before…i-it changed me drastically. I guess you could say I go through an even…bigger, more drastic growth spurt. My biology, my genetic makeup…i-it’s going to help him heal, but I need a lot of energy otherwise things will just get even hairier…”

Shu looked up to the twins as they picked him up, not feeling particularly comfortable with being moved but knew it was probably for a good cause. Looking all around, he turned his direction back to Takeshi, hearing about T’charrl being alright, “Really…? Ooohhhh, I’m glad he’s okay…” he sighed, smiling a little, “I am! I want to move again! I’ve been scared that I’ll be stuck like this…I just hope he really is okay….”

The twins were careful with Shu, moving with him so that he was comfortable and wouldn’t need to withstand this for too long. It was fairly okay for him to be like this hopefully, the guy didn’t seem to be able to be aware of whether he was in pain or anything, at least he wasn’t saying he was in any sort of pain just yet. Briefly looking over Shu, Kai gave Kabocha a quick look before to Choi, frowning a little when neither of them seemed to be able to come up with any thanks they could give to T’charrl, “…Well, he’s got a lot of control problems…and a hell of a lot of power. I mean, you should had seen the battle. We couldn’t even stop what the General was dishing out and all T’charrl did was hold out his hands and suck all that up”, he spoke quickly, trying to not breathe too much incase he jittered Shu, “We should help him with that, it’d be even worse if the King ever caught wind of a power like that existing and invaded this planet to get to him, you know? I’m sure you felt that power at one point, just imagine if that was power he gathered for someone else and decided to unleash it in the name of the King”.

[GambolMuse]

"If I can convince you to have some food then that will help," Yumi offered hopefully, giving Viral a small smile. "The more you've got in you the faster your body will recover. Even if it's just a tiny bit, anything will help you heal quicker." She was rather proud at knowing that much, hardly being practiced in medicine. Really the only reason she was aware of that much was from her own experiences donating blood. You were always supposed to eat after doing so, to help your body... Or something like that. Whatever the reason was she knew it'd help, and it was all the more reason to try and make Viral have some food finally.

"Oh... But I'm getting there my dear. I'm not a hatchling anymore, that's for sure," Eslaria mused, smiling ruefully. "Still, it doesn't mean I can't do my job. Just that I'm not exactly a young woman anymore. I like to think I've got my best years ahead of me still. And you don't necessarily need to be stronger. You just need control, and confidence in yourself. If you learn to control your powers then you'll be all the better for it. Just look what you had done to Takeshi with them, you can help people T'charrl. If you learn to use them for reasons like that then I have no doubt people are going to love you all the more for it." Plenty of their people would only take him at face value, she was sure of it. After all he was a moderately imposing figure now, and it was easy to be taken aback by him. Once they saw how gentle he could be though they'd forget their uncertainties. "We'll find a way to get you some control, don't worry. There just has to be a way."

As Yumi stepped outside her eyes immediately found T'charrl, standing with his mother in the yard. It was awfully hard not to spot him, he was now pretty darn big, bigger than his father even. Size aside though he really wasn't too different, not as far as she was concerned. Sure he looked different and all, but there was enough recognizable features to tell it was him. That, and the way he behaved just screamed it was the same kid as before. It was a curious look to be certain, what with all of those peculiar orbs on him and his elongated features. Intimidating? No. Just different. Sensing how worked up he was over his new look she thought it might be helpful to make a small joke to try and show she wasn't afraid. She'd hoped to alleviate his uneasiness, yet he flinched when she laughed and she was left worrying he might think she was laughing at him instead. Definitely not what she wanted. Keeping her mouth shut then she eased Viral down into a sitting position, standing by with a small smile in case she was needed at all.

"You're okay though... Right?" Yumi asked worriedly, looking over at T'charrl. She liked him, he was nice, and the last thing she wanted was for him to be in any sort of discomfort because of them. Takeshi hadn't said anything about it causing the Prince any pain, only that it required energy to do.

"Uh... If you need energy I've got plenty to spare. More than enough to help get Viral back on his feet." Yumi smiled confidently, rolling up each of her sleeves before holding out her hands for T'charrl. "I've got no clue how this works, so feel free to take the lead. Take what you feel you'll need to heal him up, don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look."

Realistically what could they give the son of a Queen as payment? There wasn't a whole lot in the way of valuables on their ship, unless they might be interested in some foreign goods. A few pieces of food or a couple of trinkets hardly seemed like equivalent exchange, if anything they'd be ripping off the Prince. The only other alternative then was to hang around so he had friends with him, but that wouldn't work either. There was things to do still, they couldn't well stay on Kaesstra indefinitely, not now. They definitely had to give something in turn, but what? Kai brought up an idea then, and a pretty solid one at that.

"Help him control his powers huh...?" Takeshi mused, scratching at his head. "Yeah, that could definitely work, especially if he's having that much trouble with it. And it would be a big problem if father got a hold of him, even more if he managed to get one of those damn collars onto him."

Maybe their best bet was to take T'charrl with them. That way he wasn't lonely, Shu would have someone else to keep him company, and the Prince would be safe from their father or anyone on Kaesstra that might want to use him for their own gain. This was all provided that the Queen was okay with him going off the planet, something that apparently none of their kind had done before. Realistically they couldn't give any sort of timeline when her son would be back, and that could be a deal breaker right there. Giving the back door a push to get it open Takeshi stood off to the side, letting everyone else out before following suit. He'd take a seat on the steps, exhaling tiredly as he took a minute to catch his breath. His stomach might be healed but his legs and shoulder were still just getting there, and all this moving around was taking up what little energy he still had left. Maybe once everyone was better he could take a little nap.

[Mogtaki]

Viral was a little dizzy and had completely changed his attitude now that all the blood he had in his head had just rushed to his feet, leaving him looking a little more than pale, “All I taste is blood…all I can feel is blood moving through my system…” he mumbled, looking fairly dazed, “I can’t bring myself to eat…I just can’t…” He couldn’t even explain it to them, they wouldn’t understand anyway when they were so concerned with shoving food down his throat with any excuse possible. He knew they were just trying to help him, but when it made him feel so sick it just didn’t feel at all appealing to him.

T’charrl was feeling better now that his mother had managed to help him boost his confidence, he just didn’t know whether he was able to get any stronger to help control his powers. He really need to practice and try his best to control himself, otherwise he would just end up growing out of control and consume everything around him. All of this was definitely making him hungry, but it was nothing important just now when it wasn’t to the point of painful like it was before; however, he would definitely need to eat before doing anything else after healing his friends.

Looking down at his hands he slowly flexed them, letting out a sigh as he looked back up to Yumi, standing up fully while rubbing his hands together nervously. He didn’t know whether she was staring at him because of how he looked or trying to tell each individual difference from what he looked like before to what he was now, giving a little frown when it became a little uncomfortable with her having laughed at him before. Watching as she lowered Viral down onto the ground, he lumbered over to him slowly, shifting his feet with every step before slowly lowering himself down, not looking like he knew where to put all his arms in the awkward squatting position.

“I-I’m okay…right now…” he mumbled, not feeling completely sure to how he was even supposed to answer such a question; he felt okay right now, but his mind was still conflicted and worrying over how he was supposed to keep his abilities a secret and control his inner beast, “Don’t worry about me, I’d rather help just now, I really do…”

Looking to her hands as she offered them up for her energy, he frowned a little and looked her in the eyes before letting out a sigh, taking hold of them in his hands while his other two free ones hovered over Viral, “Just…scream at me if I take away too much…” he spoke before he actively began to sap out her energy, his orbs lighting up as it travelled down and into his other arms to his wounds. Viral couldn’t help but flinch in response to the energy, it was still warm and having warmth against a burn definitely hurt a lot. Slowly but surely, Viral’s wound was gradually reconnecting itself inside and out as T’charrl’s powers encouraging rapid cell regrowth, just like with Takeshi.

Removing his hands from Viral’s presence, T’charrl let out a sigh before remembering he was still holding onto Yumi, immediately removing his hands and holding them away as if embarrassed. He had tried to retain the flow of energy to what he needed, but he still couldn’t help but feel the tingling in the back of his mind that he could had easily taken a lot more with disastrous results. Smiling nervously, he soon turned his attention to the weakened but not appearing in any pain Beastman, slowly backing off to give him some room, “I-I’ve done it, I think…I mean, I just did what I did to Takeshi before, whatever that was…”

Shu stared up, looking fairly confused yet somewhat hopeful over what they were discussing. It sounded as if T’charrl was going to come with them if he wanted to, but then again it sounded as if he actually had to more than if he wanted to or not. Their father was a dangerous man and it would be awful if he came and took T’charrl away for his own experiments, especially when the guy hadn’t done anything wrong, “So…he’s coming with us?” he repeated, smiling a little, “I hope he likes it! I mean, I don’t want him to feel lonely…and his family, he has one so he’d miss them…but he’ll get to see them again sometime, yes?”

Kai looked down at Shu, giving him a quick nod, “Sure, why not. If he can communicate with the dead, then why not the living? I don’t know”, he sighed, moving with Choi to get the kid out of the house and to T’charrl, “Passed on souls and now living ones shouldn’t be that much of a big deal, surely…” Right now, they just had to concentrate on getting Shu out, thankfully getting him through the door without accidentally tripping up and injuring the boy. It seemed that Viral was just finished getting healed, that was certainly good news. Looking back to Takeshi, Kai let out a grumble, “You’re not already tired, are you? You didn’t lose that much blood…”

[GambolMuse]

Okay, maybe eating was a bad idea still. Viral's tasting blood was probably due to his wound, but regardless that was definitely an appetite killer. Worst case scenario if he couldn't handle eating they might have to go about it intravenously. Like it or not he needed nutrition just like anyone else, and Vegeta was losing ideas when it came to getting him to eat. For now they'd let it be, if only since he didn't appear to be collapsing from hunger pains just yet. He wasn't really sure just how long the Beastman could go without food, and frankly couldn't care to find out. With the all the issues facing Viral now the last thing he needed was starvation. It was a relief to get him outside where could be helped, though Viral clearly wasn't having a good time of it being on his feet. As soon as they got close enough to T'charrl then the Saiyan gestured for him to be sat down, keeping at his side and leaving a hand on his back, right between his shoulders to keep him sat upright.

Yumi wasn't quite certain what she was getting herself into, only that she'd be giving up energy. Really it seemed like a harmless process enough, and goodness knows she hadn't used any of her own energy for quite some time now. Smiling politely as she kept her hands outstretched she began to watch Viral as the Prince began to heal him, scarcely paying attention to what was going on with herself. Even with her focus elsewhere she could definitely tell her energy was being sapped, at a moderate pace too. It was odd, she could feel her Ki racing down her arms and out her fingertips, almost like it was draining out. While initially there wasn't anything unusual her body began to react a bit oddly to having its strength drained, namely becoming a little tingly and tired. She kept her hands still though until the recovery process was done, right up until T'charrl took his own hands back. Blinking in surprise she looked down at her hands, flexing them before smiling sheepishly. Okay, so it had drained a little more power than she had expected, though still not too much. She'd be fine in no time, especially after a good meal.

Takeshi watched curiously as Viral was healed, intrigued to see the process from another perspective. He was familiar with the way Dende did his own healing, Just like with the Namekian he could see the glowing energy at T'charrl's palms, it giving off faint sparks as it did its magic. It only took a few short moments, yet once done there was no visible mark left on the Beastman that would hint at his being skewered. Not even a scar, which considering he had plenty already was probably a nice change. That was one heck of an ability to have, and it was strange that he just happened to gain it all of a sudden, convenient too. Leaning back a little bit he rested his elbows on the steps, yawning softly before looking up at Kai, smiling faintly.

"Not that tired really. But he took a fair amount of my energy, and I only had a little bit to begin with. So my body just feels a little spent right now, that's all." It was really just feeling sluggish, and to a bothersome degree at that. Not quite enough to be exhaustion, but certainly enough to make him want to take a breather. "Plus, you get poisoned then go fly around for a bit. I'd love to see how you fare."

Vegeta was hesitant to move his hand from Viral's back just yet, knowing he was still low on blood. Now that the wound was closed he'd begin to regain the cells at a far quicker rate, and even faster if his healing could now focus solely on that. Until he got a high enough blood count though he'd be as every bit as weak as he was with the hole still in his gut. That had to infuriate the man to no end, still being incapacitated even when he was healed. Well, at least the wound was taken care of, that was definitely a start. At the sound of the door opening he glanced over his shoulder, a little surprised to see the twins carrying Shu outside, no doubt to be seen to as well. They could just have easily come inside, he wasn't quite sure why they risked moving him. Now that he was here though they might as well get to it.

"Awesome... Thank you for that," Vegeta said, smiling up at T'charrl. "If you're ready to help Shu, I guess we'll do him too. I'll give you the energy this time around, if it's all the same to you."

[Mogtaki]

Even when Viral had rapid healing, the feeling of someone else doing it was definitely really strange. He could feel the fibres reconnect again and his natural healing speed up quite drastically, the wound in his stomach healing up while still remaining somewhat tender. While he had been healed to an extent, it seemed not fully as T’charrl’s worry of sapping his friends completely came in. The guy had no control over his energy output, he probably could had used a little less energy but it also could had been the simple reason that it was a complicated wound. Slowly moving his hand to his stomach, he coughed a little before letting out a sigh, “Just…what…is that…” he muttered, feeling really dizzy just sitting up like this; he felt a lot better lying down in the end of it, “How do you do that…”

T’charrl felt rather guilty taking energy from Yumi and despite the fact that she was strong and probably had a lot of it, he had still managed to use a lot to mend something as bad as a hole in the gut. Letting out a sigh, he stared at his hands, trying to focus on what he needed to do, “I…don’t know. My powers, they’re growing all the time and it’s-…” he paused, his hands going to his stomach; he still had time and could easily just take energy, but what he really needed was some nutrients or he might just end up fainting, “…I-It’s changing me, causing me to grow, but…it didn’t account for the fact that I’m still recovering from malnutrition and this body needs a lot of nutrients…I can barely gather my own energy to recover after all of this changing…”

T’charrl had to keep going, it wasn’t as if his weakness from before the fight had completely disappeared otherwise he wouldn’t be opting to flying more than walking all the time when his hips and legs still hurt, especially when his hips were having to carry a lot more weight than before. Looking to his mother as if silently asking for food, he soon turned back to Vegeta and smiled a little, giving a nod, “Thank you, and I’m sorry I have to take so much to give, but…I guess that’s a pretty okay equivalent, yes? I shouldn’t need to give so much to friend Shu when his injuries aren’t too severe”, he spoke, slowly pushing off the ground before crawling over towards Shu, “Maybe eventually I’ll learn how to manage my power…”

Shu could hear T’charrl, but being able to see his kind of bugged him. He wanted to see his friend and make sure he was okay, but the tone of his voice told otherwise and it wasn’t hard to recognise that he wasn’t feeling very well. Squeaking a little upon hearing T’charrl crawling over, he squealed when he finally saw him and generally how much he had changed, “Ooohhh…my friend! You’re so fluffy…” he squeaked, trying to move his hands up but not really managing very well when all it did was hurt, “Fluffy and orange and yellow…and pink…like fruit! You’re so big…”

Shu really didn’t know what to make of T’charrl, but what he did manage to do was feel hungry himself when the colours T’charrl was now sporting reminded him of fruit. It was odd, in the light T’charrl’s colours moved around, shimmered and changed depending on the light, then there was the gems that made him positively fascinated in their shiny sparkly nature. Staring at them with a curious look, he soon snapped out of it when T’charrls hands moved over him, “They’re pretty…what are they? How did you get them…?”

T’charrl tilted his head a little at what Shu was saying, trying to think on how he could answer such a curiosity, “Uhhh, oh, uhh…funny thing; they grew from me, I think due to an overload of energy, but I don’t know what they are exactly”, he spoke, feeling the one on his chest before the one on his head, “They seem to store the energy, but I wish they weren’t in such weird places…I mean, I don’t even know if I have a heart anymore, yet I feel it somewhere. I guess if I’m not careful more might end up growing from me in stranger places”.

That was probably a worrying thing, but if anything he hoped he didn’t just end up growing more only for them to start popping off as if he was shedding; it would be embarrassing enough having this body without orbs popping off his body like eggs. Absentmindedly dreading that thought, he soon snapped out of it and looked to Vegeta, “Uhhh, are you ready?” he spoke quickly, his voice squeaking a little before he turned back to Shu, placing his hands over his head, “This’ll only take a second…uhh, well maybe a little longer…but then you’ll be okay! Okay…?”

[GambolMuse]

"Yeah, let's do this." Vegeta agreed, nodding his head.

Stepping around T'charrl to give him access to Shu a bit easier. Looking at the Kaesstrians curiously he frowned, not quite certain where he was supposed to put his hand. Eventually deciding on the orb on his left shoulder he placed his palm on the cool gem, Almost as soon as his skin touched the protrusion he felt his Ki being drawn out involuntarily, like he was gathering for an attack. The flow wasn't terribly strong, yet it was enough to be noticed. It continued on for just over a minute, and it slowly began to feel like a noticeable pull on his reserves by that point. Not a tremendously exhausting experience by the time it was over he had plenty of Ki still, only pulling his hand off when he saw that the process was over. Curiously he drew his hand back, looking down at his palm. He'd seen healing before to be sure, but this was the first time it was ever done in such a way. It was like T'charrl used their energy as a conduit for his power. If it was that helpful then Vegeta was more than happy to lend his strength when needed.

"Wow... That's some power!" Kabocha exclaimed, smiling wide. "Seriously... Both of them are totally fine now, that's awesome! Never seen anyone that had that kind of ability before!" There had been plenty of alien races that they had encountered in their time, but none that he knew of that could mend wounds like that. They should bring the Prince around with them, it'd be wonderful to have a healer in their group. Considering how well Saiyans healed they could fight til they dropped and get right back up, stronger than ever. As if picking up on this line of thought Kabocha felt a hand smack the back of his head, wincing and glancing back at Takeshi with a glare.

Takeshi gave the other boy a warning glance before shaking his head, pushing himself to his feet. He'd thought the same thing too admittedly, but realized rather quickly it was a selfish and unfair thing to ask of T'charrl. The kid wasn't some tool for them to use, he was as every much his own person as they were. If he should offer to help then all the more for it, but otherwise he never wanted to put the Kaesstrian on the spot. On his feet he went right over to Shu's side, though first making a stop at Viral to check on the Beastman. He was laid out in exhaustion, but the wound on his stomach was very clearly healed. Pleased the Saiyan reached down, giving his friend's shoulder a gentle pat and smiling warmly. It was nice to see him all patched up, his wound had been very troubling. Plus now maybe they could begin the road to recovery at last, something that was long overdue for the poor guy. It wasn't just Yumi and Vegeta that wanted Viral back on his feet, after all.

"You seem to be doing a bit better," Takeshi remarked, smiling as he knelt down by Shu. His brother looked to be moving around a bit, and perhaps while not totally healed he was definitely not stuck against the ground now. He gave his brother's hair another gentle ruffle, this one a little more earnest than the one before now that he could take it. Glancing over aty the Prince he smiled happily, reaching out and giving the Prince a pat on his arm. "Thanks a ton, really. We owe you big time for all of this."

"So how about you feed my son a decent meal?" Eslaria spoke up, putting her hands on her hips. "The way I see it he just helped all three of you heal in record time, and he's still going to be saving other people on your behalf. I think the very least that can be done for him is to give him the proper nutrition he needs."

Yumi certainly agreed with that, it seemed fair to her. After all T'charrl was saving both them and the other Saiyans a great deal of trouble, and heck, probably lives. Not to mention all that he had just spared his own people from by putting an end to this war. For everything he was giving he deserved a lot more than just a hot meal really, but it was a good start.

"We'll give him all the food he can eat and then some!" Yumi declared, grinning as she clenched a fist and tossed it in the air. "We'll make whatever he wants, and as much of it as he can possibly eat! We'll make a huge feast before we go away, it'll be great!" She paused for a second, smiling as she reached down and grabbed Vegeta's hand, yanking him to her side and slinging her arm around his shoulders. "And he's going to help me do it!"

[Mogtaki]

T’charrl was a little unsure to how to heal Shu, something like damage to the brain wasn’t something that was so easily fixed so it would always be a struggle to get around that, but the least he could do was repair the damage to his bones and muscles so his nervous system could be restored. Looking to Vegeta as he placed his hand against his shoulder, he nodded and began to transfer the energy into healing, hoping he wasn’t taking too much to help Shu. It was hard to regulate just how much energy he was removing from Vegeta, but maybe he should be glad that his friends had plenty to spare due to how strong they all were. With a slow stop to the healing, T’charrl moved his hands away from Shu, letting out a sigh when his work was done, “I can’t fully fix the concussion, so just make sure he doesn’t bang his head or faint, okay…?”

The twins remained silent throughout the entire thing, but Kai especially was buzzing with all sorts of ideas and what to do with T’charrl. If they could harness that healing then they’d be near unstoppable, but then again there was always the problem with that transformation. If they could control his powers then surely they could defeat anyone; then again, the biggest question was to whether they would be better than the King for using him like that. Looking to Kabocha, Kai raised an eyebrow before he shrugged, “We’ve not seen many races alive long enough to see if they can heal”, he spoke, letting out a sigh as he moved closer to Kabocha as he lowered his voice, “I’m sure you see the potential in this too, though…”

Shu couldn’t believe what he was feeling, like a strange warmth yet chill run through his body and the pain in his neck and body disappearing gradually. The pain in his head was still there, but the bandages that remained wrapped around his head made it feel comfortable too. He could move again, his hands slowly rising as he flexed his fingers curiously before his eyes went to Takeshi. Squeaking in response, he slowly pushed himself up and was greeted by a ruffle to his hair, his eyes watching as Takeshi thanked T’charrl before he let out a squeak, deciding it was best to grab hold of Takeshi and cuddle into him, “I can moooove!” he happily squealed, eventually moving a little and grabbing hold of T’charrl, switching to give him a cuddle too, “I feel dizzy but I don’t care, I can moooove…”

T’charrl smiled a little at Takeshi before gasping when he was suddenly pulled in by Shu, feeling a little unbalanced as he was taken forward by him into a quick cuddle, “Ahhhh, uhh, it’s okay! I didn’t even know I could until I sensed Takeshi’s pain”, he nodded, moving away from Shu, “Don’t move too much, okay…? You can walk around, but don’t get too excited or you might faint”. Concussions were still a pretty dangerous injury, but with Shu he’d probably find he’ll be back to normal in no time. Letting out a sigh he rubbed his hands together, giving his mother a quick look at the mention of them getting him food he quickly looked away again, raising his shoulders in embarrassment.

He didn’t know how to respond to that, he was just doing it because they were his friends and not because he wanted something back from them. Feeling a little guilty he rubbed his hands together, lowering his head a little before gasping as Yumi suddenly declared she would happily do it, “Huh? What? Really…?” he muttered, staring at her before he slowly stood up, “I-I…I’d love that, thank you…” Pressing his claws together he smiled, watching as Yumi yanked Vegeta to her and pulling her into this little offer. It was very nice of them to do this for him, but he did wonder just how much ‘all he could possibly eat’ meant anymore. He could probably eat a hell of a lot more than he did before and if that didn’t fill him up then they were just going to end up disappointed.

Feeling happy yet conflicted, he looked back to Takeshi, crouching back down to him, “I still should heal your wounds, you know”, he spoke, lowering his head a little, “I wouldn’t be able to relax if I knew you were still hurt! Then…I want to talk to my father…and the General. I don’t know since he used you that you’d want to interrogate him as well? After we eat, I’ll contact your friend on the other side for your friends. I won’t need to use someone else’s energy for that…”

[GambolMuse]

Vegeta gave a small nod of his head, taking his hand away from T'charrl. He was the psuedo-doctor among them really, so he made certain to make a mental note of that. It would be a little tricky to have such an energetic boy sit still, or at the very least just take it slowly. Employing Takeshi's help was a definite must in that regard, he had the best luck of getting the little Saiyan to do as asked. Smiling proudly at having the last of their group seen to he folded his arms across his chest, looking back to the orbs on T'charrl. They were definitely some kind of conduit, and they seemed to be what absorbed the energy. When touching it they didn't feel like flesh, more like crystals. Yet apply enough pressure and it did give way, albeit ever so slightly. They were definitely unusual and something he hadn't seen before, ergo it would be impossible to over any kind of advice as to what they were. Vegeta could only hope that they weren't malicious to the Prince in any way. He was a good kid, and selflessly helping them out. It'd be an outright injustice if he were to suffer in spite of all he was doing.

Kabocha wouldn't say any more on the matter, but he acknowledged what Kai had said with a silent nod. There was countless possibilities presented to them with that ability, no doubt. They could abuse their zenkai indefinitely, even to the point where they would eclipse Yamate. No one, not the king and not the Princes would be any threat to them. That kind of potential power was terribly alluring, though he tried his best to ignore the prospect. It wasn't power they were after, tantalizing as it may be. All they wanted was their parent's safe and the king removed from power. While infinite strength for themselves could achieve that it could also turn them into what they hated. Maybe a small boost here and there wouldn't be too bad, but abusing the ability would only end up badly for those involved. Shame too, Kabocha figured he'd make a great Super Saiyan. Maybe some day, on his own merit.

Takeshi was obviously glad Shu was okay, having been a panicked mess over his sibling. Watching in delight as he sat up he was taken aback a little when he was abruptly hugged. It didn't help that the wound on his shoulder and legs were irritated either, biting back a wince as he let Shu do his thing. Breathing a sigh of relief once released he smiled contently, lifting his hand to rub at his wound. Paralysis wasn't going to set in then, and Shu wasn't bound to be bed ridden for the rest of his life. There was no way a kid like him would ever survive such a fate, it was worse than being dead. The sheer degree of gratitude that the Saiyan held towards T'charrl was insurmountable, he had to find a way to pay him back. Yumi was on the same page, and instantly volunteered to throw a banquet of sorts in the Kaesstrian's honor. Now that was a plan that he could get behind. Watching amused as Vegeta was grabbed up and Yumi went to the twins, gesturing for them to join her, and Kabocha as well. That little ensemble would be the ones preparing the meal, he mused, shaking his head. Kabocha cooking? Maybe he would pass it up.

Redirecting his focus unto T'charrl once again the older boy frowned a bit. He didn't think his wounds were that important, they certainly weren't life threatening. Inconvenient yes, but not that bad in regards to the others. When the Prince made his case on the matter though he was hard pressed to say no, not wanting to deny him feeling at ease. Smiling politely instead then Takeshi gave a curt nod, easing his arms down to grab at the hem of his shirt. Wincing as he lifted it up and over his head he set it in the grass to his side, exhaling as he slowly brought his shoulder down, resisting the urge to rub at it to ease the discomfort. Maybe it would be nice to have them healed.

"Sure thing, if you really want to. Though I don't know whose energy you're going to use..." Takeshi pointed out, referring to all the others having left. "And... I'll interrogate the guy, sure. I want to know what his reason for all this was. As for the others," he paused, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. "They're going to be okay for at least another day. The sooner the better, but I'm trying to say don't rush yourself. You've already done a lot for us, so don't feel like you owe us any more, okay?"

"T'charrl's only acting in the best interest of his friends." Eslaria pointed out, smiling as she joined the rest of the group. Reaching down she placed a claw on his head, giving it a gentle rubbing. "But he is right, my Prince. There is no need to over extend yourself, as much as you may want to help. Let things come as they may, don't try to do it all at once. You matter just as much as they do, so don't neglect yourself for their sake, none of us want that."