[h1][center]Namekian Village, One Hour Later...[/center][/h1]

Gathering up the Dragonballs had not taken any remarkable length of time, and within half an hour the first two were brought back to the village. Not long thereafter the third showed itself, and the fourth and the fifth shortly after that. The waiting around was a bit painful for everyone involved, as being so close to achieving their goal yet being just off was agonizing. Gods only knew how Viral must have felt, knowing that his salvation could come flying over the horizon any moment now. The one positive to the waiting perhaps was everyone was seen to for medical attention, even those who had claimed they didn't need any. Soreness from wounds would persist, but any open wounds were now closed and people were washed up. For the next twenty or so minutes everyone sat off by the shuttle, away from the curious Namekians who were continually trying to take peeks at what was going on. By now the locals knew wishes were going to be made, but that wasn't the reason behind their prying; these strangers had saved their world, so just who were they? And who was the odd looking one? The Elder had been quite clear about giving privacy and so they would, but that hardly sated their want to know.

Takeshi was glad to be able to at least move around again, and just as well too. They had gone from sitting around while waiting through negotiations to now sitting around and waiting for the Dragonballs to show up, it was driving him nuts. He had even offered to go and help search for the Dragonballs once better but had been shot down promptly; the Namekians knew all of the hiding places so it made sense for them to go and fetch the orbs. Sure, he supposed that was true, but he could have at least tagged along. What if there were more of those monsters out there? The locals might need a bodyguard and he was itching to up his kill count, having been totally overshadowed by Viral and T'charrl. Evidently there was no further danger though as every Namekian made it back unscathed, and before long they had six of the seven Dragonballs gathered. Still pacing back and forth in his spot he let out a sigh, looking at the pile and wondering how long the last one might be. Just what were Vegeta's folks really like anyways? He'd met them briefly before, but it was pretty hard to get a sense of what they were like just from that. It'd be kind of neat to meet them, though Takeshi figured once they got here it was all right to business getting Viral healthy again.

"I can't thank you enough sir, honestly. This is just... Thank you..." Yumi was feeling quite excited herself right now, and also pretty emotionally drained. Everything they had been doing up until now was culminating into this and at long last Viral was going to be healthy again. One of her closest friends, her mentor, someone she'd been unable to do much for these last few months, he was finally going to get back to his old self. There was obviously the road to recovery still to come, and in that likely a bunch of tests, treatments and long periods spent being stared at under a microscope. Aito would knew what to do, she was sure of that, but she couldn't be so certain the treatment would be all too kind. What needed to be done would be done, it would be more a matter of whether or not Viral could handle the treatments. No, she couldn't think that something might go wrong, everything had to go [i]right[/i] from here on out. Shaking her head Yumi managed to smile again, glancing over at the Beastman and reaching out, simply laying a hand on his shoulder and giving it a small pat. How was he feeling right now, she wondered? She could try prying but that seemed rude, hopefully he was at least a little happy for this.

Vegeta had managed to remain still during the entirety of the wait, even while internally he was feeling much more like Takeshi was looking. His parents were actually coming back, after over a decade without them he would see both his mother and father again. With their impending arrival now perhaps only an hour away he was beginning to really appreciate the weight of what was going to happen. What would he say? What could he say? He'd lived the majority of his childhood and young adult life without them and now suddenly they were coming back, just like that? Even he couldn't guess how he would act when the moment arrived, though he'd try his best to remain composed. Staring down at the ground as he waited for time to pass by, and it did painfully slowly, he perked up a bit feeling an incoming energy. Lifting his head he looked towards the East, eyes immediately locking onto a figure approaching in the distance. At long last it was the final Dragonball, and the leader of the trio from before was the one to have fetched it. Honestly, the lengths that these people were going to in order to help achieve their wish, words couldn't ever sufficiently express their gratitude. Watching as the Namekian landed he smiled nervously, shifting his weight before swallowing back a hard lump in his throat.

"Well that's all seven... Far faster than I'd imagined..." Vegeta remarked, lowering his hands as he watched the Dragonballs be placed together. This was it, finally time to make their wishes. He couldn't get too ahead of himself however, there was more to making a wish on Namek than there was on Earth, and simply calling for the dragon wouldn't do. At least, not in the common language. He certainly didn't speak Namekian and he was positive no one else in their group did either which meant one of the locals needed to carry out the task. Taking his gaze from the Dragonballs he addressed the Elder with a curious glance, wondering just who he had in mind to do the job.