"Eh... Parents are okay I guess. I mean they only take care of you for so long, then you're on your own." Kabocha explained, acting as though it was common knowledge. "Really though, the instructors that we're trained by more than do the job. So I guess we really don't [i]need[/i] our parents. It's more of a 'leave no man behind' kind of thing. We're saving them on principle alone."

The king was definitely not parent material, even by Saiyan standards. While it wasn't regular to remain in their care for so long Kabocha supposed he and the twins all had someone they could go to, worst case scenario. Takeshi an Shu? Well, unless they wanted to end up as an experiment, or worse yet one of their father's little toys of amusement. He was rather curious about how Earth families worked, yet Shu was hardly a proper source for information. While on the Princes' home world he remembered seeing parents with their kids everywhere, which to them was highly unusual. They knew that humans weren't a particularly powerful race, so maybe the adults had to stay with their young longer for their own protection. Whatever the case it was weird. 

Eslaria was terribly displeased with Takeshi's presence here, but couldn't well hit him much as she'd like to. He was for some peculiar reason counted among her son's friends, and if she wanted him to stay relaxed then she had to restrain herself for his sake. Not to say that she didn't send a look of daggers in his direction, making it well known that he'd come at a bad time. It was a good thing he was here to help however, she'd need it. How much use he'd be in his injured state, well that was another matter entirely. At the very least he was here as a friend to provide a little emotional support, and that would have to suffice. Looking back at her son the Queen smiled softly, reaching back and placing one of her hands on his own. It was almost amusing, in a small way, that such a large boy was cowering behind his mother. Endearing too, as it told her she was still his protector. As she was going to speak up on T'charrl's behalf she felt him step away from her, confused as she saw him get to his hands and knees to begin crawling towards the Saiyan. 

"T'charrl...? What is it? What are you doing?" Eslaria asked, frowning uncertainly. 

Takeshi was wondering the same thing as well, his eyes locked onto T'charrl. This was.... New, definitely new. He really didn't know how to react, and was terribly confused as to why the Kaesstrian was so transfixed on him. At first he thought it might be the sword in his hand, maybe something about it had set him off. It almost looked to be the case as his arm was grabbed, and the Saiyan nearly tore it back out of the Prince's grip. A hand settled then on his stomach too, right over the wound which he'd been safeguarding the most. Having someone touching it made him uneasy, and expecting something painful to be done he turned his head away, gritting his teeth. Great, now the kid was going to maim him and he couldn't well fight back. The claw on his stomach began to heat up, and at first Takeshi thought he was going to have a hole blown clean through him. Surprisingly however the energy wasn't malicious in intent, and only served to help him. A funny feeling below drew his attention down to his stomach, his eyes widening in recognition of what was happening. The feeling of his wound being healed was rather unusual, he could actually feel the skin spreading again and mending itself together. It wasn't just on the surface that the healing took place either. His muscles began to heal as well, and damaged tissue beneath that. Indeed, by the time T'charrl had finished the wound had completely disappeared, not leaving any trace of it being there save for some dried blood. He was healed, or at least that wound was.

"Give you... My energy?" Takeshi mumbled, still taken aback by what just happened. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked down at T'charrl, biting his lip hesitantly. "Sure... I don't know how much I can spare, but I'll do what I can." Leaning over with considerable ease now the Saiyan placed a hand on the Prince's shoulder, closing his eyes to focus. Ki would race down his arm, gather at his palm and gradually making it glow. With careful attention Takeshi managed to transfer it over, continuing the process until he could feel his own energy dipping dangerously low.

Drawing back his hand he exhaled deeply, stumbling a bit and again catching himself on a tree. There was a touch of sweat on his face now, and his breathing had grown heavier, but really he was just tired. "That do anything?"

"We're not running off like criminals! And it's not like we're leaving right this instant!" Yumi pouted, getting defensive as she placed her hands on her hips. "We just helped these people finish their war, peacefully, we're anything but criminals!"

"Uh... Yumi? He was making a comparison. We're not [i]actually[/i] criminals, he knows that..."

Abashed and embarrassed by her small snap Yumi hid her face for a second, cheeks heating to a soft red. When she removed her hands a meek smile lingered on her lips, and she folded her hands once more behind her back, looking at Viral apologetically.

"Right... The plan..." Vegeta continued, running a hand through his hair. "Once T'charrl gets back here, and provided he's healthy enough, we're going to save the squad's family. Takeshi made a promise to help them I guess, and he's making good on it. So once all those people are safe we're going to get off this planet, probably with everyone else on board as well. We're going to go find a proper doctor, someone who can help you, and Shu too I suppose. After that... Well, that's about as far as we've planned," he admitted, smiling faintly, "I don't even know where the doctor is going to be."