"If that's what you think of as being lucky then sure," Kabocha remarked, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Sure I had an easier time of it because of my birth, but I also had a lot more expectations to live up to. I was above the average strength index when I was born, so they've got me all lined up to be an Elite some day. My father barely missed the mark himself, so they were hopeful with me. That meant I usually had instructors breathing down my neck day in and day out, and when I screwed up, and believe me I screwed up, it was probably ten times worse. Really... When it comes to your father, Shu, it doesn't make a whole ton of difference to him where you've come from. Either you're useful or you're not, and if you're not..." The Saiyan stopped there, making a cutting motion with his thumb across his throat and imitating a tearing sound. Even Shu had to get that reference.

Takeshi glanced at T'charrl's arms for a moment, for the first time showing a bit of uncertainty.Those orbs which had sapped his energy were right there and that was a tiny bit unnerving. He was fair certain that the Prince wouldn't intentionally drain his Ki, but on the flip side of things he didn't seem terribly confident in control over his powers, and as such he could accidentally do it too. Really, he could probably fly back even in this state, so long as he didn't go too fast and took it easy. Added incentive finally came for him to accept the offer in the form of the Queen clearing her throat loudly, rousing him from his silent debate. Paling slightly at making her testy he quickly clambered up into T'charrl's grasp, easing himself awkwardly into his grip. While his stomach wound was healed his legs and shoulder were still in discomfort, and that made it tricky to move much. Still, he managed to do it, and eery orbs aside it was nice to get the pressure off of his body finally. 

"Alright... Everyone's waiting on us to get back," Takeshi replied, looking up and smiling faintly. "Uh... No pressure. I mean they're just eager to see you come back in one piece, yeah?" No reason to add on to the stress T'charrl was already feeling after all. "And listen... I really hate to ask this, but I might need one more favor... Can you do one more heal? Not for me, it's for someone else."

"Viral... The rebels are fighting the Saiyans right now, they've got them preoccupied. That means we can deal with other things before and IF we get back into the fight." Vegeta remarked. "I spent the last year helping with rebuilding and training in the event that Saiyans would come back to Earth... Which they did. I hadn't forgotten about you three, neither had Yumi. We just both knew if we went after you any time before recent we'd only get in the way."

During Vegeta's dialogue Yumi had pulled a chair over for herself, placing it at the side of the table and dropping herself down onto it. With her arms draped across the back she rested her chin on her forearm, smiling at Viral kindly as she let her friend finish speaking.

"We got stronger now to come see you two. Really if things hadn't happened the way they did we were going to come out to search anyways, so it works out in the end."

To a small degree it worked out, there were plenty of complications along the way. Namely the three strongest members of their little ensemble being rendered near unable to fight, that was definitely one. There was the small detail of Yumi's being changed into a Beastman as well, a fact made all the more apparent as she twitched her ears reflexively at a small sound outside. Just the wind rustling some trees. Still, perhaps save for her new appearance everything that had happened was reversible and curable, and they were together again. As far as she was concerned their unorthodox search and rescue mission had been a success, and now they just had to work out what was going to happen next.

"So do we really plan on fighting the Saiyans...?" Yumi asked, looking between both of her friends curiously.

Vegeta gave a small nod of his head, placing his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned forward a bit.His lips lifted up into a faint smirk as he regarded Yumi's question, surprised with his own answer.

"Yes, we're going to fight them. I doubt we'll be allied with the rebels again, but that doesn't mean we won't take the fight to the king," he explained, looking down at Viral then. "They're going to pay for what they did to you, and the boys. There's no way any of us are going to let that go unanswered. Besides... I've got to admit, I'm really excited at the thought of a proper battle. I mean the fights on Earth were something, but this..." Vegeta paused, standing upright and shrugging again, letting his hands settle at his side. "This gets my blood going just thinking about it. I'd be disappointed if we didn't take part. But, if we're going to do that then we've all got to be healthy. And that.... Viral, is why we want to help you. Don't think this is holding us back from fighting, we're all happy to wait until everyone is recovered again. The reason we're worried about your condition is because we know you love to fight, and we just want you to be in peak condition to do so."