"W-Wha... You eat just as much as me squirt!" Takeshi said indignantly, frowning as he shook his head, "Maybe you should eat less then too! If I'm eating too much then you're definitely eating too much!" Then again they were Saiyans, or part Saiyan anyways, so putting away an entire buffet by oneself really wasn't that unusual. Could they even get fat? He'd never heard of a fat Saiyan, maybe it wasn't even possible. Still, it got Takeshi all agitated at being called fat, though he dropped the whole argument pretty quickly when he knocked his head off of the shuttle. Groaning as he was brought inside he was finally released onto a cot, glad to have made it in without Shu dropping him in the process. Huh... The little guy did a pretty decent job all things considered, that was nice. Wait... What was Shu doing now? Why did he have the bandages and gel? Watching the younger boy curiously Takeshi blinked when he came over to help, really not too sure about his brother playing doctor. "Er... Well... Maybe we should get Sasha..." he began, cringing when he saw Sasha giving him a dirty look. Jeez, he barely said anything, why were women always glaring at him?! Letting out a soft sigh he smiled slightly, pointing to the gel first, "See that? You're going to take a little bit and rub it on my wounds, which I guess means we need to get the rocks out," he explained, gesturing back to his legs, "Just... Throw them out. After you put gel on you wrap the wound up with the bandages, and use clips to keep it together. Do we even have any?"

"Of course we do. No, we have bandages but nothing to tie them with," Sasha responded, rolling her eyes as she returned to Shu. "See these? After you wrap the bandages like so," she began, taking the roll back and using a tiny bit to demonstrate, "You pinch the two ends together and use the clip to hold it in place." It was a fair straightforward process, yet clearly Shu had never done this before. For someone stuck in the middle of a war and who traveled a lot it was a bit surprising, she figured basic first aid was rudimentary for everyone, medic or not. Wanting to get to the others on the ship she left Shu to do his work, promptly turning back around on her brother and Kiton who were being the absolute best of friends right now. "Ricken... If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all," Sasha teased, quoting their mother as she knelt down and began unraveling a roll of bandages. All of his wounds were fairly shallow, save perhaps for the one gash on his arm from the bites. For extra measure she had grabbed a disinfectant solution for that one, and without saying word edgewise she sprayed a bit into his wound, smiling apologetically as he cringed and let out a hiss. "Don't be such a child, you've had worse. Now hold still so I can wrap you up." 

Vegeta was far from thrilled to be out of the fight, especially with Viral and T'charrl being made to do the battle for them. Neither were really in position to be combating that monster, not on their own. He was supposed to be helping them too, by all rights he should be forbidding them from putting themselves at so much risk, even if it meant he and the others had to fight in their place. There was a serious chance that things could go wrong here, and since they were so close to getting everything fixed it was only infinitely worse. Feeling a surge of power, from what he couldn't even say anymore, his heart sank as he feared something bad was happening. Looking in the direction of the fighting he frowned when Yumi grabbed his chin and forced him to look away, looking up at her confused before moving her hand and sighing, glancing away. "I've failed them... They'll either lose their lives here or be hurt, and I can't help them for it. Even if we manage to get my father back it'll be too late..."

"Vegeta, you're not a doctor, everyone knows that, and yet you're trying to be one. You were never trained to be one, and just reading a book or two doesn't make you one," Yumi explained, sighing as she shook her head, "The things your dad and his partners must have done in making Viral, it's way above you and you know it. That being said..." Giving her friend a smile she sat down beside him, grunting from discomfort as he put pressure on her sore ribs, "You tried, and you kept trying even though you knew you didn't know what you were doing. They'll be fine, they're perfectly capable of fighting. Or did you forget Viral's stronger than any of us, or that T'charrl's got power we don't even know about? Sure, maybe you won't be the one to cure either of them, but no one can fault you for trying your hardest to. And at the very least you're the reason Viral even got this far, you're the reason he can be cured. So seriously, quit whining, because it's not like you." Vegeta was always confident and self-assured, not this borderline slobbering mess he was now. Yumi could sympathize with being worried, but she knew to a degree how resilient their friends were, so there was plenty of reason to be assured they would be fine. 

The monster was prepared to wipe everyone away with another blast, that's all it would take. In lieu of not noticing T'charrl was in its mouth it tried to release its attack regardless, finding itself getting a literal face-full of its own power as the blast ricocheted back off of his shield and went right back down its throat, tearing into its face as well. Letting out a loud howl of pain the monster was certainly wounded from that, but far from dead and now angrier than before. Seeing a chance it clamped down its jaw despite the pain, managing to catch T'charrl off guard and swallowing him before he could react. With a satisfied hiss it turned its gaze onto Viral then, not noticing it was being attacked until just now. Snarling furiously as it lashed out with its arms it managed to swing past him, mostly in part due to having three arms simultaneously severed by his blades. Shrieking from the pain the monster reared back, shaking before letting out an erratic blast to try and force the Beastman away, missing him by a good few meters and blowing apart a bit of ground beyond him. With its remaining arms it tried to grab hold of his, hoping to tear them away and keep him from doing that again.