"Well... I mean yeah, I just want them to be safe is all. It's not like I need them or anything." Kabocha explained, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders. "Saiyans really only stay with their parents until they're no longer considered babies, then if you're strong you're sent off to train to fight. Weaker ones usually get sent to uh... Other things." 

Kabocha stopped himself right there, uneasily glancing over at Kai and Choi. They were two products of not being "prime Saiyan children" and as a result were awfully familiar with the process. Granted they had been made into cooks just as their father had, but comparatively that was a life of luxury. Sure you got treated like crap on near a daily basis, and you would nearly half the day, but you lived in the palace. Even the servant's quarters, while not as lavish as royal ones, were still better than most homes. So long as you kept your nose clean and did as you were told you could arguably live a fairly comfortable life. That was from his perspective anyways, he'd always been of the noble caste and never really had to put much effort into anything. Born strong and with prestige he'd had an easy life by every stretch of the imagination. Seeing now how terrible the Saiyans were though and how much better life could be without the king that life seemed a bit less extravagant. For the first time Kabocha found himself wonder, maybe he'd be better off without all of the accolades? Perhaps he'd be happier just being free, like the twins had been arguing all this time. Weird transition, from parents to freedom, but that was how his mind worked. 

Giving up what little Ki there was to spare left Takeshi fairly tired, not that he'd complain. T'charrl was right, fair was fair, and he had healed his wound without being asked to. Now being dangerously low on the energy though his body felt heavy in spite of his most grievous wound being healed. At best he had just enough to fly on back to the house and collapse on the floor next to Shu. Looking down at the Kaesstrian he smiled kindly, giving a thumbs up and small nod of his head. 

"Heh... No problem T'charrl, glad to help," Takeshi answered back raggedly. "Going home sounds pretty nice right about now..."

Eslaria watched the two boys for a moment, curious about what was being done. Her eyes widened a bit seeing T'charrl mend a wound so effortlessly, entirely lost as to how that was possible. For all their medical advances they had absolutely nothing that could help someone recover that quickly, not by a long shot. It could be a breakthrough in healing, if not for the fact that it looked to have adverse effects on her son. Almost immediately after closing the wound the Prince looked to be on the point of exhaustion begging about some transfer of energy. Again the Queen was lost, only left to watch in wonderment as Takeshi's hand lit up in a yellow hue, remaining that way for a moment before it disappeared. Whatever he had done left him tired now, yet her son seemed to be fine. Whatever the business with this energy was it was well beyond her knowledge, and she could definitely see it being a curiosity if other people found out about it. Even if they got T'charrl back to normal then he'd be a potential target for prying eyes, and she didn't want that for him.

"We don't have to rush into your future just yet, you know..." Eslaria chided gently, walking up and placing a hand on her son's shoulder. Taking pause she leaned down, grabbing up her sword and sliding it back in the sheath carefully. "For now let's worry about helping your friends okay? We don't have to go making any life changing decisions so soon." After everything he had been through today she was perfectly fine with her son taking a few days off, or even weeks. Whatever time he needed to relax was perfectly allowable. 

"You've got an injury Viral that could use attention, and we need to find a way to help your condition," Vegeta said, referring to the Beastman's PTSD. "And there's not going to be beating anyone up, not for a while. A few of us are hurt, and we're going to have more people than we know what to do with soon. Frankly I really don't know what we're planning to do next at all. There's so much happening that it's just all kind of up in the air right now..."