"Right, uh... Sorry! I'll be sure to tell you beforehand next time." It was probably mighty disorienting for someone who didn't fly; Yumi had been quite shocked when she had rode on Nimbus for the first time. People who normally stayed firmly planet on the ground didn't always handle flying about so well at first, and she really ought to be a bit more understanding of that with her friend. Figuring then he might want her to take it easy she kept her speed low, looking at him surprised when she was told the opposite. If that's what Viral wanted then okay, she'd do it, but hopefully he was sure of it. Even while picking up speed Yumi tried to keep it fair steady, not wanting to jostle the Beastman around and risk hurting or agitating him. They were certainly moving faster though, and with luck would reach the ship in no short terms. Hopefully the doctor on the ship wasn't busy, as with Vegeta being out they would have to rely on their alien-doctor to tend to Viral. Hardly ideal, considering he probably didn't know Viral that well, but they would have to make due with what they got.

Seeing the Kaesstrians advancing before their very eyes was a miraculous thing, and it had Vegeta all kinds of excited. They were using the basic technologies and ideas he'd left with Katas to their utmost potential; they were developing and polishing transportation, improving communications and utilities around the city and even making strides towards space travel. The next time they finally came around to visit he could scarcely guess at what they might find. "It doesn't take long to develop technology if you have the means of it. Besides, it was all based on work I've done, so they were essentially following blueprints to make something, not building from the ground up," Vegeta explained as he looked to Kai, "And no... I'm not. The Kaesstrians don't strike me as the sort of conquering peoples, even if they are war-like to a degree. Your concerns are unfounded as far as I'm concerned. Additionally I have the knowledge of how their systems work, perhaps more so than even Katas who adapted them for his people's use. In short, should they try anything at all I could easily bring down their entire systems with a simple command into a console." Smirking slightly Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, looking out over the balcony where they were sat. "Anything I create I can destroy just as easily, mind that. I'm just very, very reluctant to do so more often than not. Should it be necessary though... No problem."

T'charrl sort of went and stated the obvious there with ages, but Takeshi wouldn't bother pointing that out. Just from the sound of his friend alone his mood was improving some, so why ruin it by opening his mouth and saying something stupid? Besides, there were other things to focus on at the moment, namely L'esta finally returning to them. The Captain had said he'd be quick and he sure was, and now hopefully whatever he brought with him could do them some good. Letting the pair talk it out for a second he moved over curiously, trying to get a peek at the picture T'charrl now had. Huh, that definitely was their friend, and his folks too, no doubt about that. Takeshi even recognized where the image was made no less. "Hey... That's just near the castle, I think... Yeah, yeah I'm sure of it!" he said, smiling as he gave a nod, "There is a small park near the castle, we saw it when we were coming by that one time, and I remember passing it. It was really nice looking, but the guys escorting us didn't want us wandering around a whole lot." 

L'esta sincerely hoped that providing this picture might help T'charrl recover himself. The Queen had been in quite the mess as of late over her son, something that none but the closest to her would have realized. In confidence she had even expressed such worries to him and a few others, so it was no secret that she was concerned. Looking up at the Prince after handing over the painting the Captain frowned, and probably would have blushed if he were capable. "That's not true, Prince T'charrl! I fully intend on telling the Queen what I did; it was wrong of me and it deserves punishment. I simply am trying to help you, as a friend and as a mentor." It wasn't so much self-preservation as it was an earnest desire to be of use. His entire livelihood was in service to the royal family in essence, so it shouldn't be surprising that he was trying to help here as well. Smiling the Captain rose back to his feet, nodding as he too looked at the image. "I was there when it was painted. As I recall you had just finished your first session with your father, having moved on from myself, and your family was celebrating. You got the painting to commemorate the event and then we had a large dinner in the dining hall. I still remember your father eating far too much and the Queen snapping at him... It was rather funny."