Kabocha wasn't sure if talking to T'charrl at this point was going to do them any good or not. From what he knew whenever the commander or Shu transformed they were pretty well beyond reasoning. He knew people could retain their self in Oozaru form, but this was definitely not the same thing. Keeping distance just in case the Prince went off the deep end he tried to talk T'charrl down, knowing that their mission required bringing the General back alive. Sure, killing the guy was easy, especially now, but that wasn't what they were here for. Thankfully his words got through to the Kaesstrian, and he cooled down a little bit, at least enough that he wasn't going to murder the guy. T'charrl did eventually release the General, albeit he did so by slamming the poor guy into the ground below. Wincing at the sight he waited until the Prince backed off before going over to apprehend their target.

Yusef was laid flat out on his back in the pavement, staring straight up at the sky unmoving. Wow did his body hurt right now. Aside from feeling like every ounce of energy was sapped from him that slam hadn't helped either. The after effects of the injection were causing some complications as well, namely shortened breath and increased pulse as his organs had to fight to re-regulate themselves. He certainly wasn't going to keel over from it all, but a nice relaxing bath and a feather-soft bed would be nice.Opening his jaw the General managed to lift his head enough to see the Saiyan approaching him. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a pitiful groaning sound.

"Unnnnnnnh...."

Kabocha watched as the General's head laid back onto the ground, smiling at how utterly exhausted the man looked. So much for his bravado, this little fight of theirs was finally over. Thank goodness too, it had been getting awfully close to causing some serious damage to the city otherwise. All that had been damaged was the seedy home that the research had been done in, and now with T'charrl's massive size the road was taking a bit of a beating. Overall not that big of a deal. It was a safe bet that right now moving Yusef was going to be tricky, and it would take at least two people to do it. To that end Kabocha looked back at the twins, gesturing for either of them to come forward and give him a hand. While he waited the Saiyan glanced back up at the Prince, offering a faint smile seeing how upset the kid was.

"Hey, it's not the end of the world. We'll get you back to normal." Kabocha reassured, putting his hands on his hips. "The General changed back when he lost his energy, yeah? So... Try using up yours. Fire something into the air, I don't know. If you run out or don't have enough you should change back. That's how ours works anyways."

The Oozaru form, while powerful did take up an awful lot of Ki. You got more power once transformed, but if you fell below a certain bit you'd lose the form, every Saiyan knew that. Logic told Kabocha then this new Kaesstrian form had to work the same way, it only seemed to be the natural order of things. Hopefully for their sake he changed back before his mother saw him. Somehow he didn't expect that she would take her son becoming a literal monster too well. 

Back at the house it had hardly become a secret that a fight was going on. Ki flying was never a good thing, Everyone had been ordered to remain away from the fight by the Queen though, and Vegeta was right with her, both agreeing that whatever was going on was too dangerous for the others to become involved. Where there had been a massive source of energy earlier it had gradually waned, only to be replaced by another. It wasn't Ki that they were sensing, they knew that, but it was close enough to be picked up. As scientifically inclined as he was Vegeta couldn't offer a single explanation for what they were experiencing, drawing the same obvious conclusions that everyone else had. Whatever strange energy resided on this planet was similar to their own, and yet completely alien in its own right. 

Takeshi could scarcely move, but he'd managed to drag himself outside and up onto the roof of the house. From there he watched in the direction of the fight, half expecting a light show to start. It was a relief when the conflict seemed to simmer down, though they still couldn't tell what had caused that or who had won. The squad was still there, but that didn't tell anyone how T'charrl was faring unfortunately. He could have easily been beaten by the General, as unlikely as they thought that to be. Until they all returned no one was going to know for certain what was going on, and really that was the worst of it all. Taking a glance down at his wounds he frowned disconcertingly, resisting the temptation to itch at the healing flesh below the bandages. If he hadn't been so utterly useless then it may not have come to this, and he could be out there finishing things as it should have been. Instead he was stuck here, wallowing in self pity as his friends took on the fight for him. Some job he was doing...