"Wait wait... You might be onto something there Shu..." Kabocha said, smiling as he cupped his chin in thought. "Now... There were at least a dozen scientists that I know of that were working with you, according to what my father knew. Still, I doubt he knew the whole story either, only bits and pieces. If we can find one of those scientists though, any one of them will do, we can get answers." 

Like Shu said too though, it wasn't going to happen any time soon. There was still the matter of getting their parents to safety, that was first and foremost. Then the little issue of Shu, Viral and Takeshi all being injured, they couldn't well go gallivanting about when people were in that kind of state. Getting those three seen to would come immediately after their parents, and then they'd have to figure out a way to locate one of the scientists. While most of them were bound to be still on Kortal it was a safe bet a few had been sent abroad for other experiments. All they needed to do was find some way for them to figure out who was involved, and then track that person down. Much easier said than done, especially considering how far spanning the empire was. The scientist could be next door or a hundred light years off, who knows. Their pods were most definitely not rated for that kind of travel, at least not with the amount of people there was going to be. Assuming that the others had a ship to get here they'd have to hope that would suit their needs, otherwise they would have to get creative.

"Relax... Relax T'charrl, no one is calling you a monster," Takeshi said gently, waving a hand to dismiss the thought. "If you don't want to take mine then fine, don't. But if you can use our energy to heal everyone then I doubt there's going to be a shortage on offers. Unless it causes you pain to do it I'm just putting the request out there, because I sure know Shu and Viral need a hand too."

He didn't know what on earth the kid felt he had to redeem himself for. Unless he had managed to hurt someone during their fight with the General he was innocent, and whatever blame he had was self-wrought. Takeshi was all too familiar with self doubt and blame, still going through a tiff of it himself. He had actually done something wrong, killing men in spite of Shu's rather firm stance against it. That deserved to be critiqued, not whatever T'charrl was going on about. If the Prince felt he had to do this in order to make himself feel better then who was he to stop him? No doubt somewhere down the road Takeshi would feel the same way and end up adamant about working off his guilt. In a way, he mused, they were alike in that regard. Returning his focus to their flight path he was glad to see the home coming into view steadily, the trees beginning to thin as a result. The Saiyan could almost feel his helper tense up at the sight of the building, like he was expecting something to happen. Wanting to say something to help out he kept his trap shut, instead opting to let the Queen talk as she gestured for him to stay silent.

"No one is going to blame you for anything T'charrl, and you have no reason to redeem yourself. You've done nothing wrong, and everyone knows that." Eslaria landed beside her son as they touched down on the lawn, smiling up at him tenderly as she lifted a hand, stroking his cheek again. "Don't worry so much, it's bad for you. These people are your friends and loved ones, they'll accept you no matter what. I won't lie and say they won't be surprised, but surprise is not bad." Shifting her gaze onto Takeshi her smile melted away, adopting her familiar hard expression as she gestured to him with a claw. "Don't you tell anyone about this, I don't need Garesh knowing I was babying my son, understood?"

Takeshi nodded his head frantically, complying with the scary woman's demands without question. Certainly in his state the last thing he wanted was to be walloped over the head, he didn't need another injury. Heeding T'charrl's question the Saiyan carefully adjusted his weight on his feet as he was placed down, testing his own balance before smiling slightly and giving a nod.

"I'll survive, thanks. I can take it from here." 

"T'charrl?" Eslaria asked, vying for her son's attention again as she tapped her shoulder. "How do you want to do this? I can ask everyone out here, or we can go inside. You can't avoid them forever little Prince, and the sooner you see them the sooner your worries can be dismissed."

Vegeta loathed being reminded of his incompetence in some areas, it drove him nuts. For all of his formal education and apprenticeship under his parent's work there really wasn't a lot of excuse for not knowing something, yet it came up fairly often. Were he not so uptight about his own ability sometimes he might not care as much, but it drove him mad. Especially in a case like this where a friend could benefit from his help, and yet he remained useless to them. To care so much and be powerless was just beyond infuriating, perhaps near as much as what Viral felt being laid up constantly. Not that he could know how the Beastman felt, since if they did then the issues would be a thing of the past by now. Never quite knowing what to say he listened instead as Yumi offered words of reassurance, smiling in agreement with them. Viral had definitely been the strongest among them, even without that deviant form of his. A series of losses and drawbacks had set him back a fair bit, but both of them were confident that once back on his feet he'd reclaim his spot, or at the very least shorten the gap. The point of the matter was he was strong, whether he knew it or not, and it was just a matter of making him realize it.

"Viral... The only time you won't be able to be a strong warrior is when you're dead." Vegeta remarked, smiling sadly. Stepping off a little ways he took a seat on the edge of the table by his friend's legs, putting his hands out to the sides to stabilize himself. "Look... What you don't know is that you're literally the strongest out of us. The way you work, your body... It's designed to adapt to the challenges you face, and that will never change. If it wasn't for the fact that the Saiyans threw you off so much I know you'd be as every bit as powerful as the boys, or stronger even. The way my father designed you wasn't to be the most powerful, not initially. You can grow in strength, a lot like us Saiyans can, or even humans," he added, looking to Yumi briefly. "My point is this. Yeah, you're down now. And even once you heal it'll be a bit to work your strength back up. But you've got as much natural talent for power as any of us do, probably even more so. As cheesy as this sounds, the biggest thing holding you back now is not believing in yourself. You're lacking confidence, and you can't fully use your strength when your heart isn't in it."

"See? You can be strong again. Really, really strong. All you've got to do is let us help you along the way. We don't think you can't do it on your own, we're just here to offer little pushes along the way, that's all." Yumi smiled cheerfully as she leaned forward, taking up one of Viral's paws in her hands again and giving it a small squeeze. "We want to see you strong again, honestly. We want to fight right along side you, like we did when we were little. We miss that, and because of that we're willing to do whatever it takes to help you recover. So please don't think you're a burden, or slowing us down, because you're not."