The sword would definitely take some getting used too, but it seemed too neat to pass up. Shu had his staff now, Viral had his cleaver. Vegeta didn't have a weapon, but hell, he could make one, and Yumi was basically feral. He'd certainly never speak that last bit out loud, he mused. Point being was he lacked anything distinguishing, and this sword was just what he needed. Until he used it in combat Takeshi knew he wouldn't appreciate fully what he had in his hand, but he'd cross that bridge when it came to. For now he was just going to enjoy looking at it. Even as novice as he was he was confident it was a work of art, definitely moreso than some of the swords he had seen before. He didn't quite know what to do with it at the moment, having a lack of anywhere to store something like this. Irritatingly Kai thought he'd be funny and give him a sarcastic response.

"Ha ha ha... Very funny Kai. I know how a sword works," Takeshi replied, narrowing his eyes at the other boy. "I mean I don't have a sheath or anything for it. I guess I will have to get one made though... Carrying it around as is probably won't sit well with most people." Shaking his head at the thought the Saiyan carefully set his sword down on the coffee table, returning his gaze to the group once again. "Seriously though... Where did T'charrl go? Why did he run into the woods?"

Kabocha returned Kai's angry glare, really not wanting to spill the beans. The three of them all knew how the guy could get, and this was definitely going to be something that he'd flip over. When prompted to reply again he knew full well that the twins weren't going to say a word, meaning he had to come up with a response. Sighing softly he adjusted his weight on his feet, crossing his arms and looking at Takeshi. Right as the Prince looked his way he cringed, even though the look was only one of questioning. 

"Well... Like we said he ran off into the woods... Cuz he's kinda..." Kabocha took a pause, biting his lip as he looked away again. "Well... He turned into a creature and freaked out. We didn't stop him... We really didn't know what to do, so we brought the General here instead."

There was an awkward moment of silence after that as no one said anything. Kabocha only stood there as Takeshi kept looking at him, fidgeting uneasily in his spot until he finally had to look away. The accompanying sound then of the sword scraping as it was lifted off the table made him jump in surprise, taking a step back and putting his hands up defensively. He thought he was going to be beset upon by an angry Saiyan, but instead he blinked in confusion and watched as the injured boy walked right on by him, leaving the room wordlessly. Exchanging uncertain looks with the twins and Shu he took a moment's pause before grabbing Takeshi by the shirt, his brow furrowed together in confusion. 

"Where the heck are you going? You're hurt!" His hand was shrugged free from the shirt, and Kabocha was left standing there with a confused expression. 

"I'm going to go help, what do you think?" Takeshi muttered, glancing over his shoulder at his friend. He didn't look particularly angry, if anything upset. With a hand still on his stomach he used his shoulder to push open the door, staggering outside before slowly lifting off the ground and starting to fly off into the woods. He'd keep the sword, if only in case more of the General's men might be lurking about and he'd need it. With the guy in question bound not too far off though he doubted they'd try raiding the house so soon. Besides, the squad was there, he could leave in good conscience knowing everyone there would be safe. 

Eslaria found herself frozen in her spot, looking up a the hulking creature that was her son. She couldn't find it in her to do much of anything other than gawk, even as he reached down for her. Whatever he was intending to do, hurt her or reach for help, she couldn't lift so much as a finger. There was a definite shock factor at seeing her child like this, so deformed and twisted, it broke her heart. Before the massive claws wrapped around her tiny frame they retracted, and in a fit of confusion she watched as T'charrl toppled back into a tree, tearing the plant down with ease. The Queen cringed as her son stumbled about, watching somberly as he finally came crashing down, tumbling to the ground sorrowfully. It was still unsettling to see him this way, but it was becoming apparent that it was still indeed her son. The way he was cowering on the ground, and even the small sounds of distress he was making, all of it reassured her that her child was indeed still in there. 

"T'charrl... I'm here..." she said softly, slowly approaching the mutated Kaesstrian. "There's no reason to be afraid." Tentatively she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a small rubbing, offering a tiny smile. "Your mother is here darling. You're going to be okay, understand me?"