Shu was fairly excited to see the dragon again, or maybe it was another one. He didn’t know if there was going to be a completely different dragon or if he might just see the same one again so he didn’t know if it would understand them or speak an alien language. That would be kind of hard for them if that was the case, trying to actually speak to him and get him to understand what they were asking if he didn’t speak their language and he doubted the scouters would reach up to a giant dragon. He wondered how T’charrl felt about all this and whether he knew what a dragon was or not, but either way it should be an experience for him and he hoped that it would be a nice one too and not too scary for him to experience. His friend was still in his large form but it seemed to be because he was not wanting to change back in front of the Namekians since they had been around them all this time in that form of his. He really didn’t know if his friend would find the control he needed after all of this wishing went on and they got Vegeta’s parents back, seeing how they put it off for too long and whenever he went through space he ended up changing and getting stronger uncontrollably. They still didn’t tell T’charrl about that hideous form he took luckily so he had no idea, but seeing him as a giant bony demon-bug was pretty scary and who knew if it would happen again.

Kiton was not having a good time at all and the hour spent around these people only made him worry about his future more. He knew he was going to be taken to this leader of theirs but the fact he had managed to endanger and nearly kill an entire race made him pretty numb to the thought of possible freedom in the future. He had done what his race had been notorious for in the past and was just continuing that stereotype. This was not helping his case at all and this was definitely making it a whole lot worse. Despite having a tiny bit of healing to make things more comfortable for him he was still unable to move very well, his body not healed of its injuries. He was weak from absolutely everything he had been deprived of and with three people including the angry one-armed alien watching over him he could only feel intimidated and worried over his safety. He was so small compared to all of them, barely above waist height. Standing up by himself he could barely keep still as he tried to find balance in his condition, his energy too low for him to try and fly off and escape successfully.

Viral didn’t know what to think and was feeling worse the longer he had to remain still. He was not comfortable standing out in the open like this and even though the Namekians had shown a whole lot of tolerance towards him he still felt uneasy being around them. He didn’t like his new form, nobody could like his new form. He was stuck between several states and the mental struggles he was going through was just horrible. Everyone was so happy and yet there he was barely breathing and sweating nervously. He didn’t know what it would be like to see Vegeta’s parents once again and whether they could treat him or not still remained a mystery. Staring at the ground as barely anything else other than worry went through his head he gasped when Yumi patted him on the shoulder, immediately looking to her before away again as he grabbed hold of his head. It was hard to keep his thoughts contained and with everyone else happy he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out and destined to ruin everything. He had already ruined Vegeta by changing into this monster so who knew how much he was destined to ruin everything else because of his attitude.

The Elder had waited with the group for as long as it took for the Dragonballs to be delivered, keeping them all company while keeping his people away. He was not going to go off and sit around while everyone stood around anxiously waiting for their wishes to arrive, especially when so many lives counted on the Dragonballs working out for them. For all the Namekians lost during the battle it would only be the buildings that would be lost, but only temporarily until they finally rebuilt again. To lose so many was hard and did cause grief for many, but to know they would soon rejoin them again only brought back hope that their future can only get better from here. With everyone waiting for the final Dragonball to arrive the sight of it caused much relief to many, the Elder standing to the side as the final Dragonball was placed. It was a glorious day to see them all together once again and even more glorious it would be to see their sacred dragon once more. “We are all connected in some way as Namekians through our children so asking out for the Dragonballs would take no time at all”, the Elder spoke, chuckling as he stared at the large Dragonballs as they shone in the sun, “Now, as the Guardian of these Dragonballs, I am traditionally not allowed to be the one to request wishes…so it will be our Eri who will conduct the wishes. It shall be his duty to heal lost connections that now rest beyond our world and bring them back to their families”.