Both Eslaria and Takeshi were hopeful that T'charrl was going inside. He needed to accept that he wasn't being labelled as a freak, even if he was different now. Really, it was likely a mother's love keeping the Queen from shunning her son, but in the Saiyan's case this was hardly irregular. So many people transformed nowadays it was getting old, so seeing this didn't phase him too much, save for the initial surprise. There was a bit of lamenting when the Prince stopped himself at the door, refusing to go on any further under his own volition. They'd not press him into doing it, though the sooner he became comfortable around everyone the better. 

"Hey... Don't sweat it T'charrl, it's okay." Takeshi said, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Just wait out here with your mother, okay? I'll go let everyone know you're okay. Just don't be too shocked if people come out. I'll let them know you're nervous, they ought to respect that and not all rush out." 

Finding another use for his sword, as a walking stick of sorts, Takeshi went right up to the back door. Sending one last glance back at the Kaesstrians he opened it right on up, stepping back inside. He wanted to be of help, but when it came to consoling and calming down T'charrl there likely wasn't anyone better than Her Majesty to do it. He was just a messenger of sorts for now, and the lone fact he was being of use and not lied up somewhere was just fine by him. Now then, there were two people that really needed some help, yet he wasn't sure who to go to first. Standing in the hall as he was he could hear conversations being carried out, everyone sounded like they were busy. He hated to barge in when he still felt like he was being a bit scrutinized for his failure, not wanting to give anyone more reason to hate him. Hopefully this idea of theirs would get him in a better light, he mused selfishly. Takeshi didn't want to look at it as a gain for himself, but when he was certain everyone was blaming him he felt like this fix was needed.

"Viral... If anyone takes a continuous beating, be it Saiyan, Beastman, Human, they're going to take a long time to recover." Vegeta said plainly, sighing as he placed his hands on his hips. "The only reason you haven't recovered yet is because you haven't really been able to. All we have to do is get you settled somewhere nice, somewhere that you're not going to get tossed into a fight again. Then, when you've healed, we can test how much of your strength has come back. I mean... It's not like we're trying to keep you away from fighting, we know how much you like it. But realistically everyone has to take a breather once in a while." Cringing a bit on the flying comment Vegeta looked down at his feet, frowning as he shifted his weight about. He didn't have any response to that, though thankfully Yumi did.

"Shu can't fly either, and he doesn't hold us back. He used that cloud back on Earth, didn't he? So maybe we should just find you something to use!" Yumi suggested, smiling hopefully. "There's no shame in not being able to fly, no one can do everything. What if we found you something neat to use like... A little craft? A tiny ship or something, like on of Vegeta's cars from back home! Or..." 

"What about a hover board?" Takeshi suggested from the doorway. Smiling apologetically for butting in he looked at Viral on the table, giving a faint wave as he leaned against the door frame. "What? I saw ads for them all over the place when we were waiting for the tournament to start, never thought of anything until now. I bet they can go pretty fast, and it'd be easier to move around than a car, wouldn't it?"

Vegeta nodded his head a tad, thinking that idea was fairly sound. The boards weren't as fast as they were flying, but darn close. A set of goggles and Viral would be good to go, and capable of keeping up with them over any terrain, ocean included. If they found a means to make it work like he did, solar powered, then it'd never have to worry about losing power either, he'd be all set. "That could work... Though that means having to get back to Earth. Which, as of right now, is nearly impossible." Sighing softly at that he scratched his head, giving Takeshi a curious look. "Need something? Should you be moving around with your wounds?"

"T'charrl fixed me up! Well, kind of." Grabbing the hem of his shirt he lifted it up, revealing the closed wound that used to be right to the side of his navel. "I figured, if you two are willing to lend a hand, we can get Viral and Shu all healed up. Of course, only if you're up for it, Viral. Though I don't see why you wouldn't be."