Yumi was all sorts of sore and shaken from that ordeal, but at least they had gotten away. Whatever that creature was she was quite grateful it was incapable of coming up on land; she wasn't going to stick around to see whether it actually could or not. Taking the briefest of moments to catch her breath she slowly got to her feet, easing Viral up alongside her and holding him for support. Both of them were soaked, he was bleeding and she at the very least had a bit of bruising. Not exactly how she pictued a pleasant swim in a lake. Maybe they should head on back to the ship just to be safe. The doctor would be able to look after Viral for a little, at least until they could get in touch with Vegeta. Voicing this idea however got a quick refusal on the Beastman's part, he had no desire to do such a thing. Confused when it sounded like she was being blamed Yumi looked over at her friend, frowning as she stopped just at the shoreline. "If I just what...? I tried saving you," she replied, really not seeing how it could be her fault. Letting out a sigh she shook her head, trudging up onto the sandy shores as they moved back towards the forest. Once they were off the sandy beach and back into grass she finally stopped, easing Viral down into a sitting position before shaking off a bit. "It doesn't matter, we're safe now. I guess we wait to dry off then?"
 
Kabocha was inclined to agree with Choi for the most part; handing out their money casually was going to make them broke awfully quick. Sure, he could always "borrow" more from his father, but take enough and the man was sure to notice. They really needed to conserve what they had, at least until they had means of getting more. It should be fair easy enough to get some of their family's funds even off of Kortal, so long as they could find someone willing to deal with turncoats. "I'd better. I may want to go shopping around and I'll need cash for it," he said, gesturing to the coin purse. Letting the twins gather up their food Kabocha turned to walk away, pausing in his step when he saw Vegeta approaching in the crowd. Oh wonderful, this guy was always such a hoot to be around. Smiling he waved a little in greeting, his eyes narrowing and hand dropping when the other Saiyan walked right by him.
 
"It was a rhetorical question, Choi, I know you're sharing some with me," Vegeta said dully, placing his hand on his hip, "I would certainly hope you wouldn't refuse me though." Albeit if he needed something to eat he could always go back to see Katas, the man had offered him a meal as a show of gratitude. While an intellectual and certainly an intriguing man Katas was a little... Eccentric for his liking. Very vibrant, in more ways than one; not exactly your typical business tycoon. To that end he somewhat preferred the simpler company of these three, they were far easier to deal with. From the looks of the food they had themselves plenty of fruit as well as some jerk of some sorts, that should prove to be interesting. Looking over at Kai as he figured him to be the more reasonable choice for discussion he waved the other boy over, cocking his head to the side in question. "So where are we going? I was asked to direct you three around, I don't suppose you've an actual destination in mind?"
 
Jeez, what the heck had L'esta done to piss of T'charrl so much? Probably that gash on his back, he would guess that had a small part to do with it. Okay, so injuries aside was he just stressed? Thus far words were more or less a wasted effort on the guy; hugging him was probably out of the question as well. Looking past T'charrl at the Captain for a moment he wondered if he might be able to help some. Then again considering he was the cause of this it may be best to leave him out entirely. Turning back to their friend then Takeshi smiled nervously, keeping his hands where T'charrl could see them. "Come on now buddy, I'm your friend, remember? I'm here to help you, and so are the others," he explained, taking a small step forward, "Tell you what... How's about I take a look at your back first, okay? I can help patch that up, you know. Then we'll work on settling down some." Just in case his words really were falling on deaf ears he gestured for the Kaesstrian to turn around, then pointing with a thumb to his back and hoping to convey his point.
 
Even for an alien the way in which Shu spoke was utterly confusing; everyone else the young Saiyan was with spoke coherently. "I... What? He looks nothing like he did before! How can you say he looks the same?" L'esta asked, shaking his head baffled, "He's normally an image of his father! But this... I can't even begin to think of what this is." In hopes of preventing T'charrl from becoming more aggressive the Captain made sure to keep his tone low, never having it rise above a harsh whisper. Honestly, the Captain of the Queen's guard being chastised by a child, it was a little humiliating, friend of the royal family or not. Find himself again? So was that the issue then, that T'charrl didn't even know what he looked like? This was troublesome then, L'esta wasn't sure what he could do to help in that regard. Not initially, but after a quiet moment's contemplation his face lit up with an idea, looking up at Shu. "Wait...! I can return back to the city, fetch a painting of him and his family. That would bring back his memory, wouldn't it? I can be quick about it too, five minutes at most!"