Shu really did hope that the Namekians were nice people because they were really relying on them, their hope that they would hand over the Dragonballs and be alright with them using such a wish being fair high. If they were nice people then they probably would be the best to look after Dragonballs, he figured, but they could also be wary of outsiders and bar them on the basis that they were aliens even if they know Goku and Dende. Their friend’s presence shouldn’t be a factor in it at least, his people had never been off planet so to recognise T’charr as belonging bad people shouldn’t be possible. “I don’t mind doing things for them…I mean, I really want Mister Viral to get better and Mister Vegeta to get his parents back”, he smiled, moving his hands closer to his face, “They must be kind people to keep a wishing Dragon. Dende is kind so they must be too!” Feeling a little more confident about the Namekians he let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down instead of continuously panicking over a possible outcome that probably won’t ever happen. “Do you know what it’s like…? What is their dragon? Is it the one we have? Are there a lot of Namekians? We only have one but I never see others on Earth…”

Viral didn’t understand why this had to take priority when it was his health that was being put on the line, but it was probably the fact that Vegeta was treating it as not as important as a wreck was the factor that made him angry. He was in constant pain and even though he didn’t make that known a lot of the time it should’ve still been known to Vegeta. He didn’t care if it was seen as selfish, he was the one who was probably going to lose his mind by the end of the day. Feeling fairly angry he still managed to take a step back and control himself, frowning in annoyance as he looked away. “It’s not an anxiety issue…” he mumbled, letting out a sigh as he slowly rubbed his head. There was a lot of pain involved in this issue but no matter what he would say Vegeta would still put this before everything else. Looking to the cockpit when Sasha brought the shuttle to a halt, looking back to her quickly before to seeing Ricken take the leap out, his eyes soon going back to Vegeta in annoyance. “I have no choice but to wait here. I can’t fight, anyway…”

The presence of a foreign ship was probably more frightening than knowing what could be inside, the unknown factor playing a great deal in the hiding they were undertaking. There was always going to be that suspicion that an attack may occur when every nation wanted to attack your kind. There was no room for reason with possible aggressors. To hide for now was the best option, the colour of their own skin was enough to highlight aggression if a flash or orange or cyan was caught just briefly in the twisted metal that was their ship. They were still injured from the crash themselves only having escaped worse injury because of their ability to steer at the last moment before the crash. Their own armour had managed to take most of the impact but all the injury was under the surface. It would be too high a risk to their health if they dashed out and tried to rid themselves of their inspectors.

Hearing a voice call out was somehow surprising, probably because of the language they called out in. They were definitely from off-planet and not from this then. It was always possible that they were natives when this planet was uncharted according to the map, giving off an unknown reading. Peering out from the corner slightly the sight of another being caused alert, their race and armour being an immediate sign of concern. They would either try to blow up the ship if he gave no response or be assaulted immediately if they went to explore the ship. After a moment of consideration the best course of action was probably to free themselves from their confined space, get out into the open and be ready to fight off any attack that came their way. Growling lowly to themselves they tried to shift their small body out of the confined area, pulling at their long tail that had become trapped in the debris before looking for a way out. At this angle there was only one way out and that was through the hole in the roof near the back of the ship. It would be a little upsetting to have their ship blown up just because they didn’t leave the ship when the stranger called to them, but then again they could take their ship if it turned out they were hostile and leave this deserted planet. Not really having a plan but trying to think of one as they went along there was no other choice in the matter than to confront them. Moving around gently there was an immediate burst of energy as they flew straight for the gaping hole, bouncing straight out and flipping back onto the land in front of the wreckage.

The figure that had been taking refuge in the wreckage was definitely not a Saiyan but they might as well had been classed a monster. Called a Frost Demon by some and Frieza Clan by others the alien was of a frosty cyan and orange with some darker blue down their face, their frame very short and skinny with two sets of straight horns on their head with one set being longer and dark bone-like. Despite the injuries he had sustained he immediately went into a fighting stance, raising his hands in front of him looking ready to attack.