"Frieza did all that...? And you're saying this person is one of them?" Yumi repeated, frowning as she looked towards the black smoke. And Vegeta was down there, with only Ricken to back him up. For their friends' sakes she really hoped this one wasn't that powerful, otherwise they had a real mess on their hands. Now she felt nervous, her ears folding down as she glanced back and forth between the crash site and Viral. They probably should go help, just to be safe, and yet the Beastman brought up a fair point again; he couldn't really fight now, and bringing him out there with a potentially dangerous opponent could be disastrous. For his own sake they would stay put, and only if fighting started would they leave. Hopefully everyone else shared that sentiment with her, they still weren't completely certain this person was an enemy yet anyways. "We'll wait... They'll call for help if they need it..." Yumi mumbled, nodding confidently as she managed a small smile, "Besides, Vegeta knows how to fight, he'll be able to defend himself until we get there. I mean, how strong could this person even be?" 

Takeshi couldn't spend too much time worrying about his would-be brawl with Viral, not when Shu was upset over something. Plus there had been that energy spike, and the more they sat here the more he wondered about it. Just from the way it felt he knew it wasn't Saiyan, and it didn't feel like Kaesstrian either, so what was it? Though Ki was pretty universal it had a different sort of sensation to it depending on what kind of race used it, and from their traveling around he was barely able to discern the differences now. The little spark he'd gotten from that surge was unlike anything he'd felt before, so was this a totally new foe? "No one's gonna hit us buddy, don't you worry. We'll be safe up here," Takeshi reaffirmed, smiling slightly as he glanced in the direction of the crash, "It's Vegeta and Ricken I'm not so sure about..." Namekians could be strong, though he wasn't super confident in that fact. Their people were pretty isolated from what he understood and probably did very little fighting, so what reason then would there be to be powerful? Sure he figured there were a few exceptional folks, but for the most part they were likely your average fighter. Leaning forward in his seat he rubbed his hands together, starting to grow pretty stir-crazy from just sitting here. "Hey Shu... Wanna hop out and just look around? I bet we can do that no problem." That and he was feeling the need to get a bit closer, especially overhearing what Viral and Yumi were talking about. If this guy might be that strong then their friends were going to need back up, like it or not.

Vegeta knew they needed to be wary, as an injured person could do desperate things when cornered like this; at the same time it was crucial they make their stance known and not give in to the Frost demon's demands. Obviously the boy was startled, so with a little careful negotiating perhaps they could calm him down enough to talk this over. That was of course if Ricken could clam up for a moment, his constant interjections and abrasiveness were a threat to the entire discussion. "We can help with your injuries if you'll just cooperate, we've no qualms with you," Vegeta repeated, watching as the alien grabbed his ribs painfully. So he was attacked then, which seemed obvious enough, but by who? Or what, as the case may be, seeing as there was nothing else here with them at present. At least nothing they could see, he reflected, glancing around the area curiously as he tightened his hands into fists. The discussion from days past with Sayomi came to mind, in particular a certain aspect of it concerning those beasts they had fought. It was a far stretch, he figured, but was it possible... "We are, I said we would and we will. But first we'll need to ensure this planet isn't in any immediate danger." Nevermind the planet, what if they were in danger? It was barely audible, but a low snarling caught Vegeta's attention, making him tense up as his eyes shifted to the source of the sound. Behind the frost demon he spotted a figure coming up out of the ground, looking quite similar to the creatures they had fought before, only this one sported a thick, cracked hide that resembled rock. Eyes widening in surprise he watched as it emerged from the ground, promptly lunging at the Frost demon from behind.

The sound of teeth tearing into metal was a bit puzzling at first, as one would expect the beast to be ripping into the Frost demon. Rather than reach its mark however the beast found itself biting down on Ricken's arm, which while somewhat of a relief was still cause for alarm. Or it would be were there any sign of injury whatsoever. In fact the rebel was grinning, though he strained to hold the beast back as its weight bore down on him. "Damn, these things smell foul... Even worse than the latrine on our ship," he joked, using his other arm to support himself as he pushed back against the creature. With a loud grunt of effort he managed to throw the creature to the side, a chunk of flesh going with it between its maw. Still no blood though, and when Ricken raised his arm it became apparent as to why that was; no muscle or bone showed on his limb, but rather a metal skeleton beneath what must be a fleshy substitute. Looking at his torn arm he smiled, raising his other hand and charging up Ki to blast the beast. Before he could fire off the shot however he looked down at the ground rumbling beneath his feet, hastily jumping away as another creature, this one without plated skin, sprung up from beneath trying to snap at his legs. Getting a safe distance away he scowled annoyed, glaring over at the Frost demon accusingly. "What did you do?! Why are these here?!"