Okay, perhaps firing Ki off had been a slightly bad idea. Not only had the blast thrown them up into the air but now Yumi found herself smacking down into the ground with Viral landing on top of her for good measure. Not the most graceful of escapes but at the very least they should be safe now. Coughing up a bit of water that had gotten in her lungs Yumi lifted up her head, trying to find out where the creature was. There was nothing for a good moment and then it surfaced; she hadn't realized quite how big it was until then. Just the head came up but even that was pretty big, she could guess how massive it must be altogether. Prepared to blast away again if need be she waited for a few tense seconds, watching as the animal eventually turned around and returned back to the depths. Even then she didn't fully relax, waiting just in case it was trying to pull a fast one on them. Only when she was completely sure everything was okay did she breath a lengthy sigh of relief, her attention immediately going to Viral. Pushing herself up into a sitting position Yumi kept one arm around her friend for support, frowning seeing the bleeding wounds. "We've got to get you back to the ship... Or at least out of the water," she mumbled, fighting to get up to her feet. Trying to keep weight off of Viral's injuries she lifted him up alongside herself, trudging slowly back to the shore. "I can try bandaging those, but there's not a lot I can do right now, sorry."
 
The woman was absolutely beside herself with joy right now, she hadn't made a sale quite this big before. In fact it was probably half a day's regular earnings that she just made right then, who wouldn't be happy about that? Smiling brightly up at Kai she bowed again, accepting the money graciously. There appeared to be a bit extra though, and it puzzled her when the Saiyan asked about tips. "Uh... No, I'm afraid not. What is this 'tips' you're asking about...?" Was that a custom of their people? Odd, from what she knew of Saiyans, limited as her knowledge might be they were anything but benevolent benefactors, and yet these boys had just given her quite a lot of money. 
 
"It's an extra thank you for your service," Kabocha interjected, forcing a small smile to try and appear a little friendlier than before, "And for the food, I guess. So... Yeah, thanks." The stall owner didn't appear quite as appeased when he said something; in fact she looked rather skeptical and uncertain. Eyebrow twitching in annoyance Kabocha turned away and gave a soft huff, refusing to try again if his efforts were just going to be shot down immediately. He did turn back though but only to look at Kai, frowning as he eyed the coin pouch. "Hey, remember whose money you're handing out there dude. If you want to give them one or two whatever they're called then fine, but don't go throwing it around. I'd kind of like to have some left for myself if it's all the same."
 
It was fair obvious when Vegeta began to approach the marketplace; crowds were aplenty and he saw people carrying all sorts of goods back and forth. Judging by his scouter he should be seeing the others awfully soon as well, though he was finding that it was acting a bit funny for some reason. An unforseen glitch perhaps, he would have to look into that back at the ship. Turning off the digital display since it was essentially moot he began scanning the crowd for familiar faces, and before long he managed to find the people he was looking for. They were buying from one of the stalls by the looks of it, and Choi had all sorts of goods in his arms which no doubt they would be eating here shortly. How had they managed to purchase all of it, he wondered? Smiling slightly he folded his hands behind his back, stopping a little ways away from the twins and Kabocha just to watch. Sounded like they were really eager to get to their meal, which somewhat begged the question as to why he was dragged out here. "So... Are you going to be sharing some of that with me?" Vegeta asked, looking at the containers in Choi's hands.
 
Oh this was all sorts of bad. T'charrl was huge now and obviously in a fit, dealing with him was going to be a nightmare. How were you supposed to bring down someone who was going on a bit of a rampage? Shu wasn't easy to deal with and that was his brother, he knew a bit more what made the little guy tick. Takeshi was beside himself in dealing with T'charrl though; talking him down likely wouldn't work and he couldn't quite bring himself to try hugging the guy. Standing his ground while being snarled at the Saiyan looked up, refusing to back down even if he certainly didn't want to be there. "Everything's fine, you've got to calm down now," Takeshi urged, trying to keep his tone calm as not to cheese off T'charrl more. If this was anything like Shu he had to be extra careful how he spoke and moved, otherwise it might be taken the wrong way. Putting his hands up defensively he kept to where he was, smiling uncertainly. "Just take a deep breath and relax, okay?"
 
Just what in the world was going on here? First he was attacked by Shu, and now he was being told that the person he was fighting was none other than the Prince? But that didn't make any sense, it looked nothing like T'charrl! The Saiyans had no reason to lie to him though, and indeed it would make sense that this person with the Saiyans was their Prince, even if it looked nothing like him. Utterly baffled the Captain tried getting another glimpse at T'charrl, distracted when Shu began waving his hands in his face. "I scared him...? Well... How was I to know that was him?" In his defense it looked nothing like the Prince, surely he couldn't be at fault there? No, he should have been able to put two and two together; recognizing the scents of the people who had been approaching he might have been able to guess who the giant Kaesstrian was. Now he had gone and injured T'charrl though, that was something Eslaria was not going to take lightly. "We must help him then! How do we stop this?"