Normally Takeshi wouldn't go anywhere near T'charrl, not in his current state. Their friend was much too... Buggy, for his liking, touching him would be beyond unthinkable. For whatever reason though he put aside his phobia at that moment, perhaps out of desperation or need to help a friend, he didn't know. Shu was rampaging but he would be okay, and honestly at this point he scarcely cared if Sana lived or died. Realistically the outcome would be the same, wouldn't it? Hell, things might even be better if that guy was killed. Grabbing hold of his massive friend, the Saiyan carefully dragged T'charrl out of the road, propping him up against a shady spot along a nearby building. It might be a moot effort, but a syringe he had brought along contained within it a painkiller solution, and it was subsequently injected into the Kaesstrian. Throwing away the used up medicine Takeshi sighed tiredly, lifting his head to watch what Shu was doing. Sana was doing his damnedest to keep away, throwing Ki blasts and darting about. Unfortunately for the Shaharian he didn't know just how moot an effort that was. Once Shu was in a rampage very little would stop him. Takeshi himself wasn't sure if he could even help it now, but he figured he might as well try. Feeling something grab his arm he glanced down, frowning seeing what T'charrl was doing.

"Save your energy, heal yourself," Takeshi said, prying T'charrl's hand away gently. "I'm a Saiyan, it might hurt like hell but this won't kill me. Do what you can for now, heal yourself. I'll be back as soon as I help Shu." He couldn't care if Sana died, but Shu would most certainly be regrettable if he carried out the killing. His little brother simply didn't handle death very well, a trait that Takeshi was quite glad his sibling hadn't inherited. His own being was battered quite a bit, but he had to try and get in the middle of those two and stop anything bad from happening. Giving T'charrl a small smile he nodded his head before flying up towards the roof, watching alarmed as Shu again tried to pounce on the Shaharian. Luckily for their target he was fair slippery, evading the warped boy's grasp by mere centimeters. Setting his feet down on the rooftop he winced as his shoulder stung again, feeling like it was burning from the pain. Placing his opposite hand over the wound Takeshi looked over at Shu, slowly approaching him. "Shu! You need to calm down! You'll kill him if you keep this up!" Gods only hope that he could still listen to reason at this point, the kid had definitely been beyond help before. 

Sana had gone from confident to panicked fairly quickly, and for good reason. In his regular form Shu was a fair opponent but nothing serious, he could be handled. This though, even someone as unpracticed as the Shaharian could pick up on the massive gap in their power. It wasn't just an un-winnable battle he was facing here, it was suicide. After narrowly avoiding being trapped yet again he moved closer to the edge of the roof, glancing down over it before looking back at now both Princes. Damn it all, so Takeshi was still able to fight. By some stroke of luck it sounded like the elder Prince was trying to calm his brother down, hopefully that would work in his favor. Knowing full well how bad attacking right now would be Sana tried to take advantage of the distraction, leaping down off of the building and onto the road below. With a final glance back up he began running down the sidewalk, trying to get as far away as possible.