"If you attack the colony though then the guards are bound to respond, however futile an effort it may be. I suppose we can't fault them for defending their home, I just wish they weren't so blind as to think this was solving anything." They gained nothing from killing all these potential troops, in the end it only weakened Numina and their empire as a whole. Whoever was in charge had no idea what they were subjecting their people to by fighting, it was easier to simply give up and let what come may. Shaking his head in outward disgust, the king glanced across the ruins of the city, bodies strewn here and there and buildings crumbling from several impacts. So this is what they would rather endure as opposed to a new leadership, simply absurd...

There was nothing left for them in this region, they had tried and failed to get every major city to cooperate with them. Yamate had personally come along to negotiate the terms himself and thus far it had done nothing to help the situation. Bothersome, he would think that even with these people being detached from the war they would know what a suicide mission it was to fight him and Krom. "Delay us, but why? What could they be trying to buy time for, I wonder?" Yamate mused, frowning as he rose up into the air, turning south, "I suppose we're likely to find out soon enough, no doubt a distress call has been sent out already. If I had to guess I would say it's the rebels, though I'm hard pressed to think that Korian would condone this behavior." Pain in the neck as his former commander might be he did have a sense of justice, if perhaps misguided at times. Plundering homes already ravaged by war was not something even he as a Saiyan allowed, and any troops who were caught doing so were dealt with, harshly.

"We'll find someone yet. Unless this entire world has a death wish we should come across a wise man willing to lay down his arms." Taking off he began flying back over the wreckage of the city, speeding south at a quick pace as the ground below began to turn into a blur. Glancing back to Krom in tow he frowned for a moment, wondering what his thoughts were on the situation. "Tell me something... We're close to Uuonoe, are we not? Do you think they've contacted the rebel home world to try and get aid?" Close was relatively speaking, but it was one of the few planets in the area, just under two hours away. The rebels did seem like the most likely option for help, albeit he couldn't well see them risking troops to save a planet of scavengers. "Perhaps if rebels do come, we can send a message to Korian. He has to stop this idiotic war of his, before he and I both lose more good soldiers."

Numina was hardly a world that the rebels had worked with before, as the war had never really impacted them. Hearing them now was alarming for several reasons, the foremost being that the enemy was some how right on their doorstep despite the front lines being several thousands of kilometers away. Just how had the enemy troops made it this far in? And how many were there to be causing Numina so much strife? With the main contingent of rebels out on the front lines there were only a handful here, and of those only Sasha and Ricken had any real extensive combat experience. Neither of them could be asked to go, they were needed here in the event Uuonoe was targeted as well. There may well not have been any assistance they could lend were it not for some convenient visitors, namely the Princes and their group which they traveled with. It was a lot to ask of them to be sure, but knowing their record they weren't likely to turn down the request. With their ship being still docked at the landing zone it was easy to get a hold of it, and once through to the communications officer it was a simple matter of reaching whoever might be in charge. 

"Yes...? What can we help you with?" Vegeta asked, frowning as he stood over the console, looking at the face of a rather worried and flustered Uuonian over a screen.

"We received a distress call just moments ago, from Numina. It's a nearby world, one that hasn't even had a part in the war until now," the alien explained nervously, visibly upset as his hand shook while he moved the display about to show the world in question, "Their call was distorted, but they were clearly under attack by someone. Naturally we think its the Saiyans..."

"How would they get all the way here though? Korian and Sayomi were on their doorstep the last time we saw them," Vegeta remarked, furrowing his brow as he crossed his arms.

"That's just it, they still are! They had to withdraw a bit because of those attacks, but they're near enough to notice someone coming and going. We don't know how someone got out here, but they're currently attacking the planet and desperately need aid. Please, you've all done so much already but we need your aid again," the Uuonian asked, bowing his head briefly before looking at Vegeta with desperation, "If Numina falls then we may be targeted next, and as our world stands we can't well take another assault so soon. You and your friends have fought before, haven't you? Ask them for help, we beg of you!"

It was always something, wasn't it? Some attack somewhere, and inexplicably he and the others managed to get themselves dragged into it. Vegeta wasn't going to refuse these requests, but he wouldn't exactly hide his annoyance over being asked either. "We are not your troops to send every which way whenever needed, we've made that clear from the start," he remarked, frowning as he met the gaze of the Uuonian, "That being said... We can't turn a blind eye to this, I'll see what I can do. Any mention of the enemy's strength? How many troops they have?"

"N-No... The call was too distorted, we barely understood a word they were saying," the alien responded, frowning as he rubbed his hands together, "There... Was mention of one word however that made us concerned... They mentioned 'king' over the broadcast. We don't know if they were referring to their own, or something else."

"King... That can't be right... No way it could be him..." Could it? All of the fighting was going on so far away, what was the likelihood of Yamate himself being out here? Vegeta couldn't fathom why it might be the case, it didn't make any sense from any perspective. Surely the individual making the call had meant their own king, that was the only logical conclusion he could come to. Why then did he have this terrible sense of foreboding? "I see... As I said I'll let the others know, we'll get back to you as soon as we've gathered what we can for fighters. See you then."