"I might have a reaction to the medicine, you know! I could be allergic to something, or there could be something in it that would make me sick. There's a reason Saiyans go through the trouble of getting back to their ships to heal, its because we don't know what some stuff will do to us." The fact that they were part human probably made them even more susceptible to alien illnesses. Saiyans had quite the immune system, and Takeshi felt his and his brother's must be diluted because of their human lineage. Takeshi sighed as he glanced down at his hands again, wondering if he could just dip them in the healing tank for five minutes and be done with it. "Haven't you listened to Vegeta, or that doctor Viral was seeing? They kept saying medicine isn't always good. I mean... That was stuff for Viral, but it's probably true for other stuff too, yeah? So instead of taking medicine that might make it worse I'll just let it heal normally. Or... Use something that's not going to make me sick." A bit of discomfort was better than ending up nauseous because he used some weird plant to soothe a few tiny burns.

Being inside the home was a nice change of pace. If they weren't just going to go immediately back outside Takeshi might even shed a few layers and relax. No point in doing that now though, even if it was considerably warmer inside. Viral was waiting for his things most likely at any rate, they'd best be getting his things back to him. Placing the cleaver down carefully at their friend's side he waited for Shu to set down the scarf as well, taking a seat beside the bedroll. The Beastman sure looked beat, not to mention he was still in that weird partial-form of his. It was certainly something else, Takeshi had never seen something like it. Though he'd admitted to losing the two items he was still a bit dejected when Viral spoke to them, smiling apologetically. "Hey, we got them back though yeah?" he asked, pouting slightly as trust came to question, "Sorry! At least we didn't leave them outside though, yeah?" Man, they just couldn't win. Between being out in the cold and being chided Takeshi was feeling a bit thirsty, and there just so conveniently happened to be drinks at hand. Despite his issue about medicine he didn't hesitate at all as he grabbed the mug, easily throwing down most of the drink. Once it had finished and he got a good taste of the beverage he near gagged, setting the glass back down as he made a face. And of course Viral was laughing at him, he probably had set that up. "Would not! Sewage smells bad, that didn't!"

"So you'll help us then...? Excellent, it'll be nice to report back with some good news for a change." Viral had made a fair impact on the Chieftain, even if he'd technically gone rampant. And the show of coming to his aid afterwards, as the Narbu had said, was a display that their group were nothing like the Saiyans. It had been those two factors that swayed the Chieftain's decision, and would perhaps even sway the course of their impending battle. The Narbu were nothing to scoff at, the King had been especially careful when handling these people while under his rule. Considering the fact this particular one had held his own against Viral's various forms was a testament to their power, they would make great allies indeed. Smiling in satisfaction Vegeta adjusted himself carefully, having resorted to kneeling down before the alien, placing his hands on his knees. "Thank you for hearing us out, I swear that you've made the right decision. And as Korian has promised, after the war is won he has pledged to help rebuild any worlds effected by the Saiyans. So in other words, you have his guarantee that there will be aid coming to Pagonia."

There had been plenty of skepticism about joining the rebellion initially, and it wasn't without warrant. The Saiyans had never exactly been benevolent, so why should Saiyans fighting against the King be any different? These pups had done something that he had never seen the soldiers of the King do though, and that was come to the aid of a comrade. If those were the kind of people that would be fighting then the Chieftain knew his warriors would be well looked after, not just used as a sort of replacement. "I hope you keep your word, Vegeta. A warrior's word around here is as good as a blood pact, we do not go back on our word. We've pledged our support and you will get it, as much as we can give. I'll contact other Chieftains around the region and ask for their aid as well. [i]Key vos ar gecht mal,[/i] we will defeat that tyrant and restore not just our world, but all worlds to their glory." After all, worlds that could grow meant there would be more able bodied fighters, more for the Narbu to battle. Not for conquests like the Saiyans, but as a sport. It was not uncommon prior to these last few decades for Narbu to travel and fight for sport, the same with other races. Once the danger of the Saiyans was removed these tournaments of theirs could resume, and the Chieftain was elated at that idea.