Shu wasn't in pain anymore, that much was good. He couldn't move, but that was probably just due to still being overly sore from the blow to the head. Soon enough he'd be able to bounce around like his regular goofy self. That was the hope anyways, Takeshi couldn't be sure if his brother was really recovering or not. He wasn't hurting, but that could also mean he had lost feeling too. If physically he was improving then perhaps there was some mental recovery as well. While he himself knew what had happened they had to see whether or not Shu could recall it as well. Last time he'd asked it had apparently caused some pain for the boy, and so cautiously he raised the question again, not hoping for a repeat. The younger Saiyan definitely had more knowledge of events this time around, right up until the point where he was struck even. That was honestly the best they could get, as he'd been all but unconscious between then and waking up back here. His memory had come back, he was recovering and for some odd reason he wasn't blaming big brother for doing some fairly bad things. Takeshi smiled gratefully at this, giving a small nod of his head. Now he could go check on Viral, if his sibling was okay with being left alone.

Before Takeshi left the room he and Shu got visitors in the form of the twins. A little surprised to see them here he pushed himself into an upright, standing position, a hand over his stomach as he smiled faintly. Being seen in a sorry state like this was embarrassing, yet he supposed they were bound to see it sooner or later, if they hadn't already. Paying them as much attention as he could he listened to what they had to say, keeping silent until they were through. 

"So he's finished? Great, that's awesome news guys." Takeshi paused for a second, glancing down at Shu at his mention before shrugging his shoulders, wincing faintly at doing so. "Ah... If you can call this moving... Neither of us are going anywhere anytime soon unfortunately. Hey..." he trailed off again, looking at the twins curiously. He was about to ask where Kabocha was until said boy walked in behind Kai and Choi, looking a bit on edge. "What's with you?"

"Oh you know... Narrowly avoiding being castrated by the Queen..." Kabocha mumbled, taking a cautionary glance down the hall as he crossed his arms. Like the twins he was glad to see the Princes were okay, perhaps a bit selfishly as they'd need their help to get their families to safety, but glad nonetheless. "These two already spill the beans? We got the General in custody. Though now T'charrl's gone and run off... Uh..." He'd have gone on, but somehow he didn't think it was a good idea. Having said too much already he looked away, whistling softly as he rocked back and forth on his heels innocently. 

"T'charrl...? Say something if you can hear me!"

Now this was getting worrisome. Her son was not someone to simply disappear, he knew better than that. If he had indeed become this supposed monster then where had he gone, and why wasn't he answering her calls? It was all very unsettling, Eslaria just wanted to see her son. She didn't think the Saiyans had done anything to him, she believed their story about his running off. Yet she did have to question why they just let him go. If he was panicked or worried than leaving him alone was a bad idea, surely they must have enough brains between the three of them to realize this. Out of the silent forest came a sudden and alarming sound, one that made the Queen instantly draw her weapon. It was a piercing, horrid noise, and nothing like she'd ever heard before. She knew the wildlife of this world very well and that was most certainly not one of those creatures. So then... Was that her son?

Antennae twitching in reply to the shriek the Queen began moving in its direction, her hand securely around the grip of her blade. While she had her weapon in hand there was no intent to use it, at least not if that had been her son. What in the world had happened to him to enable such an unnatural noise though? If this was the General's doing, and she was already determined it was, then his sentencing was going to be much, much harsher. Dismissing the bit of nerves that sprouted from uneasiness she pressed on, slowly moving through the forest and in the direction of the sound.

"T'charrl...? Where are you?"