Yumi couldn't well see whoever was down at the site, nor could she place the energy she had felt. Just who was it, and why did Viral seem a bit agitated? Looking over at the Beastman curiously she blinked at the name of "Frieza", frowning as she rubbed at her head. "Yeah... It kind of rings a bell, now that you mention it..." she mumbled, trying her darnedest to recall where she had heard that name. It had been mentioned here and there a few times she was sure, though it was so vague to her now she may as well not know it at all. The description that Viral provided did little to alleviate any concerns, especially when he said the power could rival that of a Super Saiyan. Sure, this one might look young, but really what good were looks? Everyone figured she was weak, or Shu for that matter, and yet both of them were perfectly capable warriors. "Do you think he's an enemy? If he's young though maybe he's just lost... We should probably help him then, don't you think?" Ah... There was Viral again commenting on his condition, even when the conversation hardly called for it. Even with her constant reminder that things were going to start improving he was still down on himself, clearly things wouldn't look up until they actually were improving. "I know that... Sorry. Think we should go help them?"

"What...? Oh come on, that was hardly fair!" Takeshi retorted, becoming red in the face as he looked away stubbornly, "He wasn't holding back and we were, we didn't want to hurt him. I don't see how that's a fair fight then, do you? I'd hardly say it is." He wasn't saying that Viral was weak, in fact he firmly believed the Beastman was anything but. Suggesting however he was weaker than their friend wasn't sitting well, he still liked to think he was the better fighter of the two. Turning back to Shu when he mentioned a bad feeling the older boy frowned, not exactly picking up on what he was saying. Other than that energy spike moments ago he wasn't picking up anything, maybe it was just the little guy's anxiety of being in the ship. "You're imagining things, there's nothing bad out there. I mean it's Namek, who's going to attack us? The Namekians? Or this guy they're talking to down there?" Not for nothing but Takeshi was hardly afraid of the Namekians, and their group was more than capable of handling themselves. Likewise with whoever was in that ship, it was one against eight, now way could they even hope of winning. 

"What in the hell are you talking about? We have no quota you moron," Ricken snapped, clearly becoming annoyed with the alien. "And what do you mean your kind, huh? We're not with the Saiyans if that's what you're thinking, we're rebels. So quit being so fricken paranoid we're going to attack you and just talk, it's not hard." If they were going to take the kid out or attack why bother wasting time chatting with him? For someone with a big head he really had no brains, if he stopped to think for a second he'd see that. Becoming quite impatient with the whole matter Ricken stepped past Vegeta to try and get at the alien, grunting as his vest was grabbed and he was pulled back, being thrown back behind the Saiyan and glaring at his counterpart. "Hey, I'm just bringing him up to the ship, what are you doing?!"

"Trying to prevent a fight, that's what. Now sit down, shut up or I'll send you back on a stretcher," Vegeta warned, glaring back at Ricken before looking to the alien again. Okay, clearly they were not the best pair for this job, their approach was so 'good cop bad cop' the boy likely had no idea what to believe. Impatient himself he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply before crossing his arms and looking past the alien at the ship. "Let's look at the facts, alright? Your ship is out of commission unless it's repaired, and you're far too injured to fight, however you may want to put up a front. If we were your enemy and wished you harm why would we make ourselves known? We could have easily dealt with you without warning and have been done with it. You don't have the power to take our ship and we don't have the desire to do anything ill to you, so let's all take a step back and discuss this calmly, hm?" Closing his own eyes Vegeta inhaled through his nose, slowly exhaling then through his mouth before looking at the Frost demon again. He was young, that much he could tell, and his brashness was probably in part due to that. No doubt there was pride as well, and obviously some wariness due to his unwillingness to accept their aid. "You think you won't leave if you tell us? Look... I have no desire to be doing this right now, but I was asked to help here so I am. If you've a problem tell me now and we'll resolve it, no questions asked. Stop wasting our time please and come out with it."