"How should I know? I barely know what's going on," Kabocha retorted, offering a shrug of his shoulders. "I hope so though, he's our best chance at it."

T'charrl overheard them and made a remark about it, much to their chagrin. It was a relief that he swore to see it through, albeit what he said and what he would do could be two totally different things. They'd have to wait to see what would happen he supposed, not much else they can do. In the unfortunate event this wasn't going to work out then they'd be scrambling for another solution. The longer they were away and remained silent, Kabocha reflected, the more danger their families were in. Be it treason or failure, if the king should suspect any kind of foul play he'd have the parents executed without second thought. Really it wouldn't hinder them at all if their parents were killed, as heartless a thing as that sounded. It was more a matter of what was right, and they couldn't in good conscience just abandon their families, that wasn't fair.

"We only tried to help fight, we didn't do anything like that. Besides, we'll find a solution to... Whatever this is."

Takeshi didn't feel much in the way of talking to Yumi at the moment, or anyone for that matter, sans Shu. His little brother needed him there to console him. Maybe that was a self-subscribed delusion just to feel like he was wanted, but he rolled with it. It was a bit egotistical perhaps too to think that his sibling couldn't hate him no matter what he did, even if he had snapped like before. Was Shu aware of what he had done yet for that matter? Judging by the smile he was given upon coming back inside he doubted it, his brother wouldn't be smiling if he knew. Whereas Yumi stood over the young Saiyan for him to see her Takeshi had to take a seat to ease his wounds, as standing strained himself too much. When asked about what had happened he offered what he had managed to gather, albeit it wasn't much.

"I don't know what happened Shu, I'm sorry..." Takeshi answered, hanging his head as he closed his eyes. "The squad is okay, and it feels like they're coming back. Two powers came and went though... And I can guess who it was. Who knows though..." he paused, shaking his head and opening his eyes to stare at the floor. "I bet T'charrl is fine, he's got to be, the squad was with him."

As the group landed together by the house it was T'charrl who spoke out first, voicing his worry yet again. To the others he seemed okay, yet he sounded genuinely distressed and unsettled. None of them were quite sure why, or what was causing him to act so odd. He'd had the energy in him before, so how was this different to that, when he'd not changed at all. Was it too much power causing him to be like this? Kabocha frowned when the Prince started off towards the forest, not thinking it was a good idea at all for him to slink off alone. He needed some kind of attention, and Vegeta was liable to be the only one here to be able to give it. If it helped the kid settle down though then maybe going off into the woods was for the best. Exhaling softly the Saiyan glanced down at the General under his arm, seeing the man still basically as limp as a noodle from exhaustion. They just had to turn him in then and be done with it, that would be the end of that. 

Yumi was still staring at the tree in bewilderment, absolutely beside herself. How did something that large just appear out of nowhere? For all she knew it could be a regular occurrence on this world, but the equally baffled looks on the Queen's face as well as the other men told her otherwise. The only thing that seemed to make sense was somehow either T'charrl or the General had triggered it and created the plant. They might not be able to ask the Prince what had happened, but there was someone else they could question, and he was being dragged up the walkway right now. The Beastman's eyebrows rose in surprise seeing the other Saiyans returning, a rather defeated Kaesstrian under Kabocha's arm, barely making any effort to move as he was carried along. She watched without word as the group stopped before them, and Kabocha idly threw the General at Eslaria's feet. There was the man she was after then, now to see what she planned to do.

The Queen watched the boys coming back towards them with a hint of surprise. So they had actually done it, she noted, eying the General keenly. This was the end of their ridiculous war, finally. Turning herself to face the boys she crossed all four arms as Yusef was thrown at her feet, glaring down at the man silently. He lifted his head at one point to return her glare but rather quickly laid back down, clearly drained from his exchange. So dealing with him as she saw fit would be no issue then, he'd not exactly resist whatever she was trying to impose on him.

"Well done boys... I'm impressed you managed to keep him in one piece," Eslaria mused, smiling faintly. Looking between the three Saiyans she noted the absence of her son, cocking her head to the side questioningly. "Where is my son? Is he not with you?"