It was hard to say whether Yumi was trying to save Viral or maul the creature that had taken him at this point. Digging her claws into the soft flesh of the animal she pulled herself along, repeating the action several times to try and inflict as much damage as she could. The single thought in her mind at current was to kill what had threatened her friend, and she was going to relentlessly attack until she succeeded. Having managed to at the very least get Viral released she watched him float away, pausing briefly in her assault as a twinge of her normal self surfaced. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her to go get him and escape, and another part was demanded she finish the creature off. Looking down at the animal angrily she growled throatily when an arm smacked her in the head, forcing her to open up her mouth and inhale some water. Coughing she quickly tried to empty her mouth, finding her supply of air drastically lowered now. It was infuriating as she instantly realized she couldn't possibly stay down and kill the creature; running out of air would only result in both her and Viral becoming fish food. Instead she let go, watched the creature swim before darting over to Viral. It was awkward trying to swim in her current state, doing what was half between a doggy paddle and a breast stroke. Regardless of that she managed to reach him after a moment, and grabbing hold of his shirt she began paddling hard up towards the surface. With powerful kicks the pair broke the surface in short time, with Yumi splashing a bit awkwardly to try and keep them above the surface. Really her ability to swim was pretty abysmal right now, it would be a small miracle if they got to shore. Not to mention the creature was out and about still, who knows what it might be doing. 

"Oh quit being a drama queen will you? So maybe one lady won't like us, it's not going to make the whole city hate us. Plus come on, she owns a stall! How much influence does someone who runs a roadside shop really have?" Honestly, thinking that this woman was going to end up being their downfall was a bit much. Kabocha was hard pressed to really care if one particular shop owner didn't like him out of potentiall hundreds, especially on a world they may only come to very rarely. If the woman had any sense for business too she'd take their money whether she liked them or not; an asshole's money was just as good as anyone else's. There was a new problem that they were facing now that they had money, and it wasn't so much where they were going to get their food. If what the teller had said was indeed true and they could buy so much then they really needed to find other stores to shop at. The only problem therein was they probably didn't have any semblance of a clue between the three of them where to look. Asking for help from one of their friends may work, and there was only one in the city. "We can just humor him, pretend like we're listening. Besides it won't be as if we're staying with him forever, just until he shows us some stores, that's all."

Vegeta was in no short terms delighted with the progress of the Kaesstrians. Everything he had shared with them was being developed into high end yet easily accessible technology, and in due time it would become available to the populace. From public communication networks to interplanetary travel and computer assisted construction, there were a plethora of ideas being invested in. Most of what had been shared came from his own personal projects too, he wasn't quite up to sharing Capsule Corp's projects just quite yet. Not that the Kaesstrians would have the foggiest idea of what Capsule Corp even was. Upon their next visit he was fair certain they would be seeing a peoples embracing a whole new area of tech, and that in of itself had him excited. Engrossed in tech as he was Vegeta became a touch annoyed when his scouter went off courtesy of Kabocha, not being particularly inclined to being bothered during his free time. Listening in to what the other boy had to say he slouched slightly, already having decided to do as asked though he loathed to do it. "Very well... You three just wait where you are, I'll come to you," he replied, closing the line before letting out a sigh. It was his vacation too, why did he have to give a tour to those three?

Takeshi was becoming quite concerned about T'charrl's absence and could tell he wasn't the only one. Shu was visibly upset and nervous, and even Haku looked to be a tad bothered. The guy knew how to use the scouter, if he was lost or had gotten separated then nothing should keep him from answer. Yet they had tried reaching him and there was no response, so something must have happened. What in the world could have T'charrl so busy that he couldn't answer his friends though? The older boy feared they had just gotten their answer when he heard the distinct sound of metal clanging against something; out in the middle of the forest there wasn't an awful lot of metal. Something was going on then, and jumping to a conclusion his first concern was that T'charrl was somehow involved. It didn't help pinpointing the noise when Shu started having a little fit, to which Takeshi had to shush him before listening again. It was delayed, but eventually there was another sound, this time of what he guessed was a tree groaning as it fell. Turning in the direction of the sound he began flying quickly, worried that someone or something may be trying to hurt their friend. "Come on guys!"

It was perhaps only because he was armed that this stranger was not attacking him, otherwise it could be a massacre. L'esta was very concerned what may happen should this Kaesstrian get away from him, he needed to stop them from going any further. Having learned that striking up close was nigh pointless he opted for a different strategy, darting away and using the foliage around them as cover while he circled about. Swordplay was scarcely the only thing in his repertoire; a Captain such as himself was trained in many ways of combat. The least of which was using thrown weapons to keep an enemy at bay, and when combined with striking from cover it was a lethal combination. "The only thing I'll regret is if you're allowed to harm any innocents!" the Captain retorted, stopping shortly thereafter. Crouched in a thick assortment of bushes he prepared to throw the knives, aiming directly for one of the Kaesstrian's wings to try and prevent him from escaping. Just as his arm had cocked back to toss them however L'esta froze, picking up a scent on the wind that concerned him. It wasn't Kaesstrian, yet again it had that odd sense of familiarity to it. Just what in the world was going on here? Perhaps he should wait to strike, see what was coming and perhaps eliminate both at once if they were each a danger.