"Well... We want to land near whatever we're looking for though, right? That way we don't have to do a lot of walking," Yumi pointed out, glancing out of the ship before smiling, "Or... Swimming. A little more flying, that's all it should take." Besides if there was someone hurt they would want the ship nearby anyways, what with the few medical tools it had onboard; crashing from space onto a planet was bound to cause a couple cuts and bruises at the very least, and that would be the best case scenario. Yumi did rather hope whoever crashed was alive, as finding someone splattered about at the landing site wasn't going to be pretty. Hearing how upset the Beastman still was she took a shot in the dark at improving his mood, suggesting something that realistically he couldn't be doing. Viral raised a fair point, though she didn't like it, so she let the idea drop just like that with a sigh. "You're right, we should be careful, no reason to risk anything at this point," Yumi agreed, nodding her head before smiling at her friend, "But just think... We should be getting you on the fast track to recovering here in no time! Then you'll be able to do whatever you want without having to worry." Perhaps more importantly he would be able to do what he wanted without the need for someone to be constantly watching over him. Yumi would like to spend time with him of course, but she was sure he'd love getting that sense of autonomy back.

Takeshi didn't mean any harm by teasing Shu, in fact he was trying to help the little guy relax by doing so. If he goofed around and showed there was nothing to be afraid of, which there wasn't, then maybe his brother would calm down and enjoy the trip. Even the simple act of strumming his belt however was enough to make Shu gasp, which pretty much ruled out anything else more he might do. Going as far to verbally poke at the younger boy too he smiled apologetically as Shu fumbled to defend himself, just the way he was talking being a dead giveaway that he wasn't loving this. "Hey, it's okay if you're scared bud, seriously. Everyone's afraid of something, ya know? Just remember we're all here and nothing bad's gonna happen to you and you'll be fine." What might they find on Namek anyways? Takeshi hadn't given much thought to that, even with the fact they were here basically to investigate such a thing. There was a possibility that it could be a Saiyan ship that had crashed he supposed, but that seemed quite unlikely. Could it be a rebel then maybe? He'd figure Sayomi or someone would know if someone was missing though so probably not that either. Frowning he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms as he furrowed his brow in thought, "Huh... Maybe it's just some random guy that crashed, you know? No reason to think that it could be something bad."

It was difficult to spot such a small target in a vast landscape; Sayomi's description of the vessel in question was hardly bigger than their shuttle, and Namek quite the vast world. To find the crash site of such a vessel would be tremendously difficult for their small group, of that Vegeta was certain. There was no way of knowing where the ship may have landed down, or if it even had for that matter. The air in the cab of the shuttle was one of dejection, as no one there was overly hopeful that they would find their mark anytime soon. No sooner had Vegeta begun contemplating splitting up to widen their perimeter did he spot something in the distance, and evidently he wasn't the only one who did.

"Black smoke... That's burning fuel..." Ricken said confidently, "That must be our ship. I don't imagine the Namekians are burning a lot of fuel on this planet." It didn't seem the type, it was much too clean for that. Besides if that were the case no doubt they'd have seen other smoke by now, as it was fairly easy to see long distances with such a flat world. Directing the ship to fly in the direction of the blaze he looked over at Sasha, nodding as he released his controls and let her take over primary command. Undoing his harness Ricken climbed out of his seat, grabbing his combat vest from a small locker behind the seat and sliding it on. "You and I will be the first two down there Vegeta, this is our concern. I suppose I'll need you to translate with one of your scouters though, and possibly provide support if we run into trouble."

"Right... Glad to know I'm a utility," Vegeta remarked, frowning as he grabbed his own combat vest. The threat of combat hardly worried him, in most part because he simply didn't think it possible. Even if the individual who had been inside the ship were hostile they likely sustained some kind of injury from the landing, meaning more like than not they were incapable of putting up a fight. If Ricken was so ready for combat however he'd allow the other boy to do as he pleased, on the condition whoever they were collecting wasn't killed. If Sayomi found out this individual was killed rather than brought back as requested she wouldn't be pleased; at the same time Vegeta had been quite clear himself, as anything that would inhibit their collecting the Dragonballs was not going to be given any leeway, he'd deal with it then and there. With both of them suited and ready to go Vegeta led the way back into the compartment of the ship, moving over to one of the openings and grabbing the handle as he hung out slightly, staring at the encroaching tower of smoke.