If Shu ever wanted to get used to flying then he really needed to start doing it again; getting a ride here and there was fine, but the little guy never flew. Not wanting to cause any undue stress Takeshi didn't say anything this time, but next go around he'd likely try getting his brother to fly. "We'll work on flying later then, we've got plenty of time for practicing. Hell, we can probably do it while we're here even!" The King was probably wanting to talk with T'charrl alone anyways, about leader stuff or whatever so they needed to find a way to pass the time. Giving Shu a small smile he patted his brother's leg, taking off finally but following some ways behind the others. "It's nice and all you think I can protect you, but I'm not always going to be there buddy. You've gotta learn how to rely on yourself, have a little more faith in what you can do, you know? I'm pretty much teaching you, so if you're that confident in me you should be just as confident in what you learned." The only way Shu was ever going to master anything was by practicing, and that meant practicing under his own volition and not with someone holding his hand. Sure it could be scary, Takeshi hadn't been crazy about flying at first either, but once you got comfortable with it the whole process just became really fun and second nature. 

The musician hoped he wasn't overstepping any boundaries by saying all of this, he was only trying to be helpful. "Ah, good, good! It's always easier when someone knows how to behave! His Majesty is patient, but it's still terribly awkward for all involved. Best we avoid that, yes?" Smiling happily he watched as the other two Saiyans finally arrived, giving a small wave to both before glancing back at the Prince. "Hm? Yes, he does have children actually. Three in fact, one of which is about your age. The other two are younger, and they're all very interesting little royals! I suppose you're little friend there will have plenty of playmates while you discuss matters with the King." Speaking of Shu it seemed as though he already had something in mind for a request, how amusing. The little Saiyan had no problems putting forward his wants, and in the grand scheme of things what he requested was both extremely easy and trivial to provide. The musician snickered a little before nodding his head, turning towards the stairs. "Of course, my young friend! We have fruit to spare, I don't doubt you'll be allowed to have some. It might be a little while until we eat though, it is just past lunch time I think. But come, if you've no questions then we'll go right on ahead and see His Majesty!"

"You'll get your fruit buddy, just need to be patient," Takeshi added in, smiling as everyone started moving up to the palace. It was a pretty neat building for how simple it was; a large circular structure built into the canopy of the tree, with several smaller buildings attached to the sides of the central one. It must have been one hell of a project to create this place, let alone the whole city. From what little they had seen so far it didn't appear like these people had that high end technology that T'charrl's did, which probably meant it was all fashioned by hand. Glancing around at the building Takeshi blinked when he walked into the musician, looking down at him with an apologetic smile before glancing at the guards. The two men were pretty stoic in appearance, not coming across quite as friendly as the others had. Maybe they were just being serious because of work though, maybe some conversation would lighten them up. "Hey guys, nice to meet ya!" he said politely, smiling as he waved a bit. Neither guard seemed to do much more other than glance at him silently, making Takeshi chuckle uncertainly as he lowered his hand again. Or maybe they were all business.

"Menma, you were due back hours ago. What kept you?" one of the guards asked, tilting his head to the side curiously, "And who are these people? Just because His Majesty enjoys company doesn't mean you can drag random people by whenever you feel like it."

The musician, Menma evidently, smiled sheepishly as he hugged his lute, "I know that, but these aren't just any guests. This boy is T'charrl, Eslaria's son. And these are his friends, and I guess the people keeping him safe in a way. They're nice people I promise, they even helped me get home! I give my word that they're nice." Maybe his word wasn't as good as he liked to think as the guards shared an uncertain look between one another. Smiling exasperatedly Menma rubbed at his head, looking back at the group before at the guards once more. "Um... I mean I could send them back if you'd rather, I'm sure Eslaria wouldn't mind." A little threat, an innocent one, but that made the two men seem to reconsider rather quickly. 

"Damn it Menma... Fine, but we're holding you accountable. These guests had better be well behaved, we would rather not have to explain to His Majesty why we let some troublemakers into his palace." Looking between themselves again the guards moved to the wooden doors, each grabbing a handle and pushing their respective side open. Past the doors the group would see an open area, the roof either transparent or non-existant as sunlight shone down on the floor and lite up the whole room in natural light. There were several spots in the walls and floors where holes were actually built to incorporate where the tree grew, giving the room a sense of it being built to accommodate the tree itself. Purple carpets ran up along the walls and through the center of the room, with several potted plants and various pieces of furniture lining the walls for decoration. "You know where it is, just be sure to let someone know you're bringing guests."