Kabocha was feeling pretty darn triumphant that they'd gotten their way inside relatively easily, even if they didn't get to fight. It did seem though that it was more the soldier's confidence the general could beat them that got them inside, rather than their story being believed. It had been enough to cause a bit of hesitation, but it would take a little more to absolutely convince them of it. Looking to the twins when their parents were brought up the Saiyan smirked slightly, shaking his head in reply. "I'm not so much close to them as I need them..." he admitted, folding his hands behind his back. "But I suppose now that we're leaving I really don't huh? We're just saving them on principle now, leave no man behind or whatever." It was unusual for Saiyans of their age to be really even speaking to their parents, let alone trying to rescue them. It was an unusual situation and thus required an unusual approach, Kabocha reasoned. Even if it was unconventional they had to do it. "And Takeshi was hurt, I doubt he'll be up anytime soon. Probably for the best too... You know how vindictive he can get. Our being here is already a mercy."

There were definitely more troops inside of the building, as well as plenty of non-combatant personnel. Word must have traveled rather quickly in this place, as every single person inside gave the group the same uneasy, silent stare. It may have had something to do with being with T'charrl as well, seeing as he was an enemy of the state at the moment. It was a good thing that the three Saiyans were there, as chances were someone would take action against the Prince. A few hallways jutted out from the main room, several doors lining their walls, but they'd not be seeing any of those just yet. Instead the soldiers with them directed them to a desk at the back of the room. Behind it was another guard, working away busily on a computer and barely noticing the group as they approached. One of the men cleared their throat to grab his attention and slowly he glanced up, frowning seeing T'charrl and the Saiyans. "What is this...? Are they prisoners...?"

"Not exactly, they're here to confront the general." the foremost soldier said. Sensing his comrade was going to take that wrong he put a claw over his mouth, making a shushing sound. "According to them the general sent troops to attack the two Princes and nearly killed them. These three are their friends and want to know why it happened. As for the other prince... I can't speak for him, but I doubt the general would have any trouble with him anyways. As far as we can tell its a fairly harmless visit." 

The desk guard narrowed his eyes looking at the group, debating silently for a moment if they should be allowed in. They were still unsure of the Saiyan's strength, but estimates put them at least on the special operations level, possibly even with the general. Three people that powerful against their leader was not the nicest idea. If these four were told no what kept them from breaking in? Really he supposed that allowing them inside was the safer route, for every one in the building and not just the general. "I want at least four of you outside of the room, understood? And if any of you try anything..." he paused, staring at T'charrl in particular. "This whole base is prepared to fight. We won't let you walk out of here."

Point across the soldiers gave a nod, ushering the group to continue on. Right past the desk and down the rightmost hallway, they were led down to the end and the final door on the left, designated as the general's office. In customary fashion the soldiers filed against the opposite walls, standing with their weapons at rest and their free arms tucked behind their backs, sans for the one who was to open the door. Tentatively he gave it a light knock, assuming a similar stance as they waited for a reply. "Pardon us general, but we've got visitors for you," the soldier called, hoping to make their presence known. It was taking a fair moment for there to be a reply, but finally the sound of papers rustling and a chair dragging across tiled flooring could be heard. Someone came to the door not too long after, a rather short and unimposing someone. Surprised the soldiers all looked down at the tiny Kaesstrian, too puzzled to speak for a second. "Junsei? Where is General Yusef? Is he in?" 

The smaller Kaesstrian glanced up at the soldiers uncertainly, blinking at them from behind large spectacles. "G-General Yusef...?" he mirrored, adjusting the stack of papers in his arms. "Well... No. The general left a while ago on business, he said he'd be back in..." Junsei paused when he looked past the soldier, shocked to find that there was a tribal native amongst them, and Prince T'charrl no less. For a second he simply stared at the boy before dropping his papers, giving a soft yelp as he ran into the room and went behind the desk. "W-what is he doing here?! He's the enemy you fools!" the Kaesstrian shouted, poking his head up from behind the furniture. "This is t-treason! Why isn't he restrained?!"