"Tch, talk to her? I'll be doing more than that Kai. By the end of today you're going to be the only one in this group of ours without a girlfriend," Kabocha retorted, grinning confidently as he waved a hand dismissively, "But hey, there's plenty of other girls here to choose from. I think one of the aliens in the crew is a girl, so go crazy. You're into short, purple women right?" Heh, it wasn't his fault that Kai was so picky with women, and it'd probably be a long while until they found a female Saiyan who wasn't a total wench. So long as they were Saiyan-looking enough, or human for that matter Kabocha didn't particularly care; dating someone that looked like a Kaesstrian or something like that was out of the question. Going to fetch a box reluctantly he glanced back as he was teased by the twins, frowning before standing up and sniffing proudly. "Huh, funny, sounds like you don't think I can do it. Just you watch, I'll be able to woo her no problem, then you'll be eating your words when I've got her on my arm. As for her brother you think I'm scared of him? Please, the guy probably is weak, he makes up for that with his big mouth. If he wants to fight me fine, I wouldn't mind putting him in his place." Hating Saiyans like that, it was kind of a jerk move. It would be one thing if it was [i]the[/i] Saiyans, as in the ones everyone was fighting, but nope; Takeshi, Shu, himself, Kai, Choi, Haku and Vegeta all seemed to be included in that bunch. 

Takeshi wanted no part in what the squad was getting themselves into; sure Sasha was nice looking but she was a real jerk every time he'd been around her. The fact she was being polite and all this time he figured was just because they were here on a mission, otherwise she'd be as dismissive of them as ever. At least she wasn't as bad as Ricken, that guy seriously got his blood boiling with all that crap he kept saying. As if all Saiyans were bad people, if he wasn't mistaken it had been them who had saved those two all those months ago. A real crappy way of showing gratitude by clumping them together with the likes of their father, he almost wondered why they even bothered helping out. Once both he and Shu had boxes in hand he turned to leave the room, pausing mid-step as he noticed T'charrl just standing there not really doing anything. Furrowing his brow confused Takeshi turned back around, walking over to his friend and smiling up at him curiously. "Uh... You coming or you just going to stand here by yourself?" he asked, nodding his head towards the door, "Come on, let's get going. Once we're done dropping these off Shu and I are going to play some more, you should join us. Maybe we'll even try some of your games." No sense in leaving their friend out, especially not while everyone else was going off to do something. It just wouldn't be right if T'charrl was left all on his own. Speaking of which... "Haku, that means you too, let's go." 

Hm, he was actually being included? Haku had figured everyone more or less forgot he was even here after the game had ended, so he was a little surprised to be getting an invitation elsewhere. Given the alternative of returning to his room and just sitting around he'd take the offer, and perhaps this time around make a genuine attempt at being more friendly. He still wasn't crazy about his situation, but the longer he found himself in it the more he realized it was far from the worst case possible. "Uh... Yeah, right, coming." he replied, glancing over at the final box in the stack. Figuring he would try helping out he went on ahead and grabbed it, a bit confused as to why the box itself was open. On a whim he figured he'd take a peak inside, peeling back one of the flaps to give a quick look. Some tools, a bit of wrapping and a long box inside of it. What was in the box? Reaching in he undid the latch on the box, opening it and gasping loudly before immediately dropping it. "What the hell?!" he yelped, taking a step back as he stared down at the contents on the floor. From the box had come all the tools as well as what had been in the smaller container; a severed arm, or what looked like one. Upon closer inspection one would see mechanical rivets where the shoulder would be, and as Haku went ahead and got closer he dared to poke it with his foot, breathing easily as it didn't seem to be the genuine thing. "Why the hell do they have an arm with them...?"

Viral asking for coffee was a bit odd, but if that's what he wanted then Yumi was happy to oblige. Cheerful as she seemed on the outside at current she was steamed over Ricken badmouthing her friends like that, seeing absolutely no reason for him to do such a thing. It was like he was clumping all of them together with the very people they were fighting, and obviously that wasn't a pleasant thing to do. The only single thing she could think of that may have offended him was when Viral had an episode on Pagonia, but even then it hadn't been anything against him, so why be upset? If she thought she had the patience for him she might try having a civil conversation, then again she wasn't sure he could even be civil. "It's not complete, but at least it's something, right?" Yumi asked, smiling slightly as she shrugged her shoulders, "Even if it doesn't completely fix things it'll at least keep them from getting worse, which is good too. Especially now that we're going to be getting Aito back to really fix you up having you stable is definitely not a bad thing."