"What do you mean he ran off...? Where is he?" Takeshi asked, earnestly bewildered. He didn't think the kid was going to up and disappear, not after such a big event. "And how come you three didn't try to stop him?"

This was going to end so badly for all of them if the Queen found out. Though come to think of it they had probably seen her first, and yet here they all were, relatively unharmed. Had she gone off to look for her son then? This was driving him nuts not knowing the details, he hated having to sit things out. In spite of his injuries he was a fair bit tempted to go out and search to, wanting to do something besides lay about all day. As prideful as he was though he recognized he'd be slow, and only a nuisance to whoever else might be searching. Begrudgingly the best thing he could do he realized was stay put and wait it out. Expressing his disappointment in a sigh Takeshi raised his head when Kai approached, his eyes immediately going to the two swords. They were the General's, or at least one was that he recognized immediately.

"What do I get a prize for...?" the Saiyan chimed, frowning as he gave Kai a funny look. "I didn't do anything. You guys keep them, you earned them after all. It'd be a waste not to take them, they're pretty cool."

Still, he had been eyeballing them since day one, and perhaps a bit naively thought they would be neat to have. He'd never held one before, let alone used one in combat, but he was willing to give it a try. Gritting his teeth behind a small smile Takeshi leaned down, snatching up one of the swords in his left hand carefully. It was relatively light, yet he gave the handle a squeeze and was surprised by how sturdy it felt. The blade in of itself was tempered from a light blue material, perhaps three quarters of a meter in length. Its edges were straight as can be, meeting at the tip in a broad albeit sharp point. The hilt in of itself was impressive too, made from a material he couldn't quite recognize. It didn't feel metallic, yet had a cool feeling to the touch and looked like steel. The hand guard was a simple elliptical piece of the same material, and the grip was wrapped in a red cloth. It was a pretty looking sword, if nothing else. Turning his body away from the others he raised it up, giving it two quick strokes before smiling thoughtfully. He had no clue how to use it, but he'd keep it.

"On second thought... I'll take this one. Don't have a clue how to fight with one, but I can always learn..." Takeshi took a pause, frowning before looking over at the twins and Kabocha, flushing slightly. "Uh... How do you carry one of these?"

This was not comforting at all. What if something had incapacitated T'charrl? He could be out in the forest somewhere, unable to move or speak, and she wouldn't be able to find him. The Queenly front that she presented before others quickly melted away in solitude, giving way to a more sincere and open motherly concern. She still gripped her sword confidently, but there was a clear look of worry and concern on her face. The Prince had already been lost once, and nearly died from it. He was still recovering, and it was very questionable whether or not he'd be able to survive a second time. The General had been beaten, they had won. She didn't want the victory to be also the day that her son was lost to them, she refused to let that happen. Eslaria silently vowed not to stop looking until she found her son, or until Garesh or Katas came back to drag her home.

It wasn't T'charrl's voice that would eventually reply to the Queen's pleas. Rather, the sound of trees breaking and limbs snapping met the silence, and it didn't sound too far off at all. Alerted to the crashing sounds she spun about on her heels, raising the sword in both hands as she expected a beast to be bearing down on her. What she saw though was not a beast, at least not one that she readily recognized. Really she had no clue what it was she was looking at, only that it was unnerving. The creature, whatever it was, looked like an unusually large Kaesstrian. Everything about it screamed unnatural though, from its bulbous muscle mass to its unrivaled height, there was no way that it could be normal. What's more it was looking down at her, much like a predator did to its prey right before the kill. It was a sickening, feral look that told her she was in a great bit of danger. Eslaria, warrior queen of the Kaesstrians, felt her body chill and her heart near stop in her chest, what was this thing? Fighting her nerves to stand her ground her eyes slowly looked over the beast, trying to place just what it was. As her eyes settled on its face once more she stared for a moment, hoping to find something noteworthy there. It was then realization set in, and in shock her arms lowered themselves, her eyes wide as she felt the fight drain right out of here. It couldn't be him, there was just no way. Yet the features, and even to a degree the coloration of the fur, there was no mistaking it.

"T'charrl....?" she whispered hoarsely, dropping her sword. "Is that you...?"