Yumi smiled weakly when Shu apologized, shaking her head to try and tell him otherwise. "You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." she replied gently, lowering the fruit for him. "Just go ahead and eat for now, okay? We'll get your strength back up." It was unnerving how unlike himself he was, she supposed a head injury could do that. It was like even just having a simple conversation took every ounce of strength he had right now, meaning he'd certainly not be doing anything else for quite some time. In a hope to alleviate his aching body she had brought him a soft fruit, holding it within easy distance for him to nibble at. Thankfully Shu took the food without caution, his brace causing no problems in swallowing either. Knowing he was getting some nutrition helped to calm her own nerves, even being able to giggle a bit at how innately adorable he looked, injuries aside. "I'm just taking care of a friend, that's all. But thank you for the compliment." Hopefully they had more of these fruits lying around, as usually Shu's hunger was fairly great. Then again this was far from a usual situation, he was barely moving compared to his usually bubbly self. "Shu? Do you not know what happened to you...? Can you remember?" 

"You should care because it's going to hurt like hell," Vegeta stated, sighing. "I don't want to do this, I'll be honest. But if we don't stop the bleeding now it's going to get worse. So... I'm apologizing beforehand, okay?" If it was to save Viral's life then it was necessary, but that didn't make it easy. Placing a hand directly over the wound he grabbed his other hand, exhaling and closing his eyes, not quite wanting to witness the flesh being seared. A welcome distraction decided to interrupt them in the form of Yumi, and the Saiyan took the opportunity to put off the process for a moment longer. She was asking about food, for Shu to be precise, which was good. That meant he was conscious and at least moving slightly. The interruption was brief as could be with their friend only looking for a singular fruit, the softest that they had. Yumi made it a point to come by and speak to Viral herself, trying to cheer him up in her own little way before departing. It was a bit surprising how well she was handling this, Vegeta subconsciously agreed with Viral. Upon seeing their friends in such poor condition he'd normally assume she would go out to find those who had done it, but this time wasn't the case. Perhaps she understood they needed attention, not revenge. Or maybe with everyone who had come back with their friends she may have already guessed that the attackers had been dealt with. Whatever the case she went back to tending to her injured companion, meaning Vegeta had to do the same.

No more distractions, he had to seal this wound. Replacing his hand over the injury Vegeta smiled uncertainly at his friend, wondering if he'd be able to take this. "I don't doubt your willingness to take the pain... I just worry what it might do..." Slowly and gradually he gathered his Ki into his palm, just enough that it might make his skin glow with a faint hue. He'd keep it all at the surface level, meaning there would be nothing like a blast or even an orb of energy created. By focusing enough of his power however Vegeta knew he could create heat, enough to sear flesh, or in this case mend it. Once he could feel his own heat he bit his lip, lowering the hand to come into contact with the Beastman's flesh. Almost instantly there was an audible searing noise as the energy went to work, quickly causing the skin to burn and close up promptly with no small degree of discomfort. He did his utmost to ignore the noises to no avail, nearly pulling his hand away on more than one instance. When the deed was finally completed he quickly pulled back, looking at Viral worriedly. "I'm sorry! That didn't hurt too badly, did it?" he asked. Gathering the courage he looked down at the wound to inspect his work. There was little solace in seeing it covered up, as it was really just a temporary and very painful solution to the problem. It did mean at the very least there would be no more bleeding externally, which was as much as they could hope for. And to think they still had to do the back...

Takeshi lifted his head to watch the knife be pulled free, secretly thankful when T'charrl hesitated. Instead of doing his job he found it necessary to question his outburst, something that unrealistically he had hoped would just slide. Shaking his head in frustration he looked up at the Prince, blinking away tears as best he could. "I'm supposed to protect them... I was the only one who could really fight, and I failed. Both of them nearly got killed before I did anything! What kind of big brother let's that happen?!" To him the facts weren't important, it didn't matter who had actually sent the troops. In the end all he saw were his brother and friend injured, and his having been utterly useless to help it until the deed was done. Perhaps in good timing T'charrl tore the knife free from his body, making Takeshi grit his teeth and clench his fists as it was removed, relaxing a bit as the familiar gel was applied. It was hard to see it the alien's way, especially when he felt so truly about it being his fault. He hadn't been there until after the fact, he couldn't know how it had all happened anyways. 

T'charrl moved around a bit, leaving the knives be as he decided to do something else. Takeshi held still as the prince placed his hands over his head, not sure what was happening but really too weak to do much of anything about it. It was true, but he was reluctant to admit it. "Tch... You're assuming too much about the general." he replied, turning his gaze away to look at the wall dejectedly. If the general knew he could squash the opposition by sending enough troops then would he really pause to think about it? Really, the Queen, lead general and prince were all now in one convenient location, easy enough to attack. Of course, there was a part of the situation he was overlooking as well. There was Vegeta and Yumi, perfectly healthy and able to fight, as well as the rest of his squad. Add those to the small group that had saved them and chances were nothing on this planet was going to cause any harm. He didn't like being innate while the others went about their business, but it dawned upon Takeshi he wasn't doing anyone any favors by stumbling about in his condition either. "Fine... I guess you're right... Just hurry up and get the other knives out of me then. The sooner I'm better the sooner we can finish this."