Takeshi may not want to cuddle up to T'charrl any time soon but he was far from avoiding his friend anymore. At least so long as he didn't change again, this form now was about the peak of what he could handle comfortably. Raising an eyebrow at the Kaesstrian's question he leaned over slightly, closing his eyes and sniffing at the air. There was a trace of something, sure, but for the most part he was just picking up on loads of scents of the area around them. Some food curiously enough, plenty of plants and who he could only guess to be either himself or Shu. Everyone else in the group probably stunk like hell, between sweat and dirt and blood, but from what he could gather T'charrl was safe.

"If anything you smell wet, that's hardly stinky," the Saiyan answered, grinning as he sat back in place. An odd thing to be worried over, whether he smelled or not. Given the fact the guy was currently soaked and even dripping still chances were he wouldn't smell like much of anything for a while. Hearing some children giggling Takeshi turned to watch a group of Namekian children run by, throwing a ball between themselves gleefully. Hm... That was a reminder he and Shu really needed to play again soon, just to keep the little guy happy. "Hey... Think of it this way buddy, why would we all have confidence in you if you weren't capable?" he asked after a moment, glancing back at T'charrl, "I mean think about it for a second. Everyone else here thinks you're able to do it, and for the most part you've shown you can. The only person here doubting you is... Well, you. Stop and think, maybe we're all seeing something you're not?"

Eh, he really didn't know how to do these pep talks, and even doing so now made Takeshi feel a bit weird. There was a fair chance he wasn't doing anything with his words either, but he should at least give it a go if he wanted to be a decent friend. "If we keep working at it you'll never lose control, it's a process, you know? Every time we get stronger we'll work to handle it, that's all there is to it. As long as we do what we can to keep it in check nothing will go wrong." That's why they had a group too, everyone was there to give each other a hand. When things would get bad for somebody there was always at least one person to give them a helping hand, and that held true for T'charrl too. Not expecting his friend to praise him Takeshi blinked a few times, breaking out into a sheepish smile as he blushed and rubbed at his neck. "Heh... Well... I just work a lot at it! If you put in the effort you can be as strong as me someday, I'm sure of it!" he said, chuckling as he gave a thumbs up, "Just don't over do it, yeah? I'll kick your butt if you make me look bad."

"I guess the rebels are kind of hurting for numbers, they must be. I mean they've asked every person here to join at one point or another, including me. Or maybe they just like to have a ton of people, who knows. I can't really be mad at them for that, not when they're trying to stop the King." That man had to be stopped, he was responsible for way too many bad things and needed to be made to pay. Haku knew himself to be far from the strongest, a fact he wasn't overly proud of, and yet that hadn't stopped him from being assigned to attacking the Princes. Shu and Takeshi, two boys who were supposed to be some kind of prodigies or something and he'd been sent to fight them. If someone was that callous about lives there was no way they could be a good ruler.

"Funny... You say that, but think about everything the Saiyans have done. All the worlds we've attacked, people killed, soldiers conscripted... We're not good people either and still you just made me out to be a good person," Haku mumbled, smiling somewhat amused as he looked at Kiton, "Things happen, sometimes we're forced into lousy situations. But... I've known plenty of good people that have done bad things, for the right reasons, which I'm sure you had yours, and besides..." he continued, shifting a bit for comfort, "You feel bad about it, don't you? Bad people don't get guilty, they don't care and move on. I can tell you're not okay with it though, so the only thing for you to do is try to make it right. Even if I've never killed anyone I did bad things, and in a way my helping these people is a way to make up for it."

One of the Namekians was hurrying out towards the shuttle, some rags and a container of water in his hands as he hustled along. It had been a fair while since he needed to really work, not having been allowed to travel out to aid other villages since he was so young. Now that the supposed heroes of their world were here though he'd jumped at the opportunity to help, eager to make use of his abilities. Hustling along he smiled at a group of his friends as they ran by, waving and scrambling after to hold onto the water before continuing along. He didn't know what they looked like or even their names, but when he spotted three aliens sitting just outside the village he figured that had to be them. With a smile on his face he rushed over to where they were, slowly coming to a halt and gasping as he once more had to stop water from spilling, giving a polite bow once he was settled. "H-Hello there! My name is Eri and I was sent to help! I'm um,,, I'm here to heal you!"

Sasha wasn't quite certain when she should give her side of things and make her presence known, not wanting to come across as demanding or overbearing. The rebels weren't seeking anything really from Namek, they only wanted to ensure the planet was well out of the Saiyans' hands. Once everyone had settled down she waited patiently for the Elder to begin, figuring it was only natural the local leader start off negotiations. When he at last began to speak he had a number of questions for them, all of which she could hopefully answer to the best of her abilities. Opening her mouth to do such a thing she paused when the door opened, glancing back and seeing the food and drinks being brought in. Now was hardly the time for snacks, yet as she tried to focus on speaking her stomach grumbled faintly, making her cheeks flushed as she glanced down at it.

"Traitor..." she whispered, sighing as she reached out and plucked up a small piece of fish. Popping it into her mouth she turned then to the Elder, making certain she swallowed her food before speaking aloud. "Sir... We don't know the entire story yet, but it seems the creature was onboard the ship that crashed on your world. I can't say how it got here, we don't know that yet, but it seems like it was purely an accident. As for what brought us here..." Sasha had to take a pause, glancing over at Vegeta uncertainly. Both she and they had different agendas, and while both non-malicious she wasn't sure how well hers would be received. Seeing as she'd begun to speak she figured she had little choice but to divulge her reasons, sighing again before looking at the Elder. "I'm here on behalf of the rebellion, but we're not here seeking anything from you. With the war going on the leaders were just worried your world may be at risk, so my brother and I were asked here in order to make sure things are alright. I suppose it's a good thing we arrived when we did."

"As for our purpose, sir, we've actually come with a request," Vegeta continued, placing his hand in his lap and bowing forward. "It's presumptuous of us to ask for payment for what we did, and we know that, but this is perhaps our last resort. As you've no doubt figured out by now my friend here is not himself, and he hasn't been for some time. We have a means of helping him but that would require something of yours, I'm afraid. If we are to help Viral recover we must ask that we are allowed to use your Dragonballs." Putting their request out there so soon into the conversation made him feel a little slimy, but anxious as he was Vegeta doubted he could wait very long to ask anyways.