"If you want to climb it then sure, we can do that," Takeshi replied, smiling sadly. "How are you feeling Shu? Can you move at all yet?"

As if on cue the young Saiyan tried to lift himself up to no avail. It was sad to see he couldn't get up yet, but the fact alone he was moving was a welcome sight. He wasn't paralyzed then, if anything just sore. Given some proper rest and plenty of nutrition and he'd be back to himself in no time at all. Thank goodness for that, as it was hard enough as it is to stomach the state that his brother was in. Takeshi silently thanked whatever god there might be for their good fortune, breathing a bit easier now. Deciding to 'get over himself' he placed a hand on the edge of the couch, biting his lip as he pushed himself to his feet with a groan. He then stood at the side of the couch, leaning over Shu so they could speak face to face, a hand outstretched against the arm of the sofa to use as support.

"So... Do you remember what happened now? If you don't that's fine, I just thought I'd ask."

Eslaria had her gaze trained on Choi as he spoke, betraying no emotion whatsoever. It was obvious that her son was not with them, the real question was then where was he. She had expected him to have gone off somewhere, and in a way she was right. But what the Saiyan was telling her simply seemed unreal and made very little sense. What precisely did the boy mean by 'huge monster'? Needless to say the Queen wasn't pleased with the news, staring at Choi sternly while hearing him out. By the time he had finished she was rather cross about everything, exhaling softly and lifting a hand to rub at her forehead. So her son had staggered off elsewhere and was now mutated, and the man responsible for that and the war lay at her feet. The tricky part was figuring out where her priorities lie, and what she she should see to first.

"You let my son mutate into... A monster? Am I understanding this correctly?" A small nod from Kabocha confirmed this, and Eslaria sighed softly. "I see... Garesh? Katas? Restrain the General until I get back, I'm going to find my son!"

The two men did as they were told promptly, each grabbing one of the General's arms and carrying him off towards the house. Garesh kept a hold of him as Katas disappeared inside, returning a moment later with a fair length of rope in hand. Between the two of them they sat Yusef down and secured him to a post of the porch, making certain he wasn't going to go anywhere. 

Eslaria meanwhile was making her way into the woods. She had no clue where T'charrl might be aside from the vague "forest" comment that Choi had made earlier, and it didn't help things much. He couldn't have gone too far if they had just shown up moments ago, and if he was indeed deformed in some way she doubted he was moving all that fast. Whatever had happened to him hopefully it could be cured. They'd bring him back home and have Renthal give the Prince a look over, find some kind of solution for it. Though if the royal doctor was at a loss then they might be at their end's with a cure. She supposed worst case scenario the General could be questioned, but somehow she doubted that fanatical moron knew a single thing about the power, or what had happened to her son. First though she had to actually find him.

"T'charrl?" Eslaria shouted, cupping her claws around her mouth. "Young Prince? Where are you? Can you hear me?"