"Kind of... I don't really know how the rest of... Our race learns it. I was taught by someone at a young age..." Not even by another Saiyan, he reflected, but a human. Takeshi felt relatively okay as they flew through the air, as little to no pressure was applied to his wounds. It was upon their descent to the house that any real pain was felt, enough to make his face contort though he bit back any noises he might emit. Eslaria wasted no time in getting to the door and banging on it, apparently throwing caution to the wind now that they figured they were safe. For a brief tense moment there was a legitimate concern that their home had been attacked as well, though seconds later when Vegeta came to the door those fears were brushed aside. It only took a second thereafter for things to register, and rather hastily everyone was brought inside in order to be seen to. To Takeshi's chagrin he was separated from the rest of the group, being brought into one of the side rooms and laid out across a low table. Again there was a fair bit of discomfort from being jostled, but he'd deal with it. Comparatively speaking he was fairing far better than his friend and brother, even with the poison in his system. Perhaps the toxin wasn't strong enough to debilitate a Saiyan completely, as he was able to move and clearly was not dead, albeit rather sluggish and ragged.

In the dining room Vegeta was making use of the kitchen table as his temporary operating room. Once Katas had set down Viral he immediately began to inspect the Beastman's wounds, his worst concerns seeming to be coming to fruition. He'd suffered a rather nasty wound by the looks of it, and whats more his healing was either slow to get into gear or simply not working whatsoever. In order to close a wound like that he needed stitches, or worst case scenario it could be cauterized. The latter came with a great deal of pain though, and in a weakened state from loss of blood it was likely that Viral would pass out. Not losing absolutely all hope however Vegeta offered his friend a small smile, carefully adjusting the bandages to look at the wound. "Now that you're here you're going to live, but you're going to be in pain for a while, obviously," he stated. Upon peeling back the wound he got an earnest look at the injury, and it was most certainly unsettling. It was hard not to grimace, showing only a look of concern. "I hate to say it, but it's going to stay open until I get the means to seal it. And... We really should disinfect it. Or have they done that already?"

Yumi was in an abysmal mood at the sight of Shu. He was supposed to be lively and chipper, not this... This lifeless boy before her. There was a definite hesitation to really touch him seeing that he'd sustained a neck injury, but there was an equally large desire to try to get through to him as well. "Garesh...? Can you please set him down somewhere?" The general followed her to the family room, carefully placing the young Saiyan out on the couch, flat as can be on the cushy surface. Kneeling at his side she took one of Shu's hands in hers, giving it intermittent, gentle squeezes to try and get through to him. Pleading was another means of doing just that, but by the looks of it her words were falling on deaf ears. Sniffling sorrowfully Yumi lifted the hand to her cheek, holding it close as she stared at Shu's face somberly. Then, by some show of mercy there was a slight show of movement, and soon thereafter his fingers brushed up against her cheek with a small twitch. "S-Shu...?" she asked, almost afraid she'd imagined it. A bright smile crossed her face then, letting out a nervous laugh as she lowered his hand, giving it another squeeze. "You can hear me.... Yeah? Open your eyes Shu, you're safe now."

Laid out and off of his feet Takeshi felt a little bit better now. How he'd feel while T'charrl was yanking knives out of his body was another thing entirely. Staring up at the ceiling he turned his head to watch the prince get some things out of his pack, curious as to what was going to be done to him. "I can handle a little sting, don't worry about me," he retorted, trying to be more confident than he actually felt. Once applied he could see what the Kaesstrian meant by sting, though that was a understatement. Burn might have been a better word for it as it was applied, and having the gel seep into the cuts only made it worse. To keep himself from having a fit over it all he was gripping the edges of the table, biting down on his lip. Thankfully he finished applying it, though there were still five more wounds to go. Forcing a small smile Takeshi shrugged his shoulders, wincing and mentally berating himself as he agitated the wound. "Like I said, not too bad," he lied, fidgeting a bit. The burning sensation was already dwindling down, and in its place a cool and soothing feeling. Looking at it he could only see green goop caked around the injury, surprisingly some of it was being absorbed into the wound and skin itself right before his eyes. Sighing he laid his head back down on the table, closing his eyes. "T'charrl...? Listen... We need to get the general now before he finds out what happened. I'm good enough to go get him, but I need you to help me. Treat my wounds later, let's go get that creep."