Vegeta gave a small nod of his head, taking his hand away from T'charrl. He was the psuedo-doctor among them really, so he made certain to make a mental note of that. It would be a little tricky to have such an energetic boy sit still, or at the very least just take it slowly. Employing Takeshi's help was a definite must in that regard, he had the best luck of getting the little Saiyan to do as asked. Smiling proudly at having the last of their group seen to he folded his arms across his chest, looking back to the orbs on T'charrl. They were definitely some kind of conduit, and they seemed to be what absorbed the energy. When touching it they didn't feel like flesh, more like crystals. Yet apply enough pressure and it did give way, albeit ever so slightly. They were definitely unusual and something he hadn't seen before, ergo it would be impossible to over any kind of advice as to what they were. Vegeta could only hope that they weren't malicious to the Prince in any way. He was a good kid, and selflessly helping them out. It'd be an outright injustice if he were to suffer in spite of all he was doing. 

Kabocha wouldn't say any more on the matter, but he acknowledged what Kai had said with a silent nod. There was countless possibilities presented to them with that ability, no doubt. They could abuse their zenkai indefinitely, even to the point where they would eclipse Yamate. No one, not the king and not the Princes would be any threat to them. That kind of potential power was terribly alluring, though he tried his best to ignore the prospect. It wasn't power they were after, tantalizing as it may be. All they wanted was their parent's safe and the king removed from power. While infinite strength for themselves could achieve that it could also turn them into what they hated. Maybe a small boost here and there wouldn't be too bad, but abusing the ability would only end up badly for those involved. Shame too, Kabocha figured he'd make a great Super Saiyan. Maybe some day, on his own merit.

Takeshi was obviously glad Shu was okay, having been a panicked mess over his sibling. Watching in delight as he sat up he was taken aback a little when he was abruptly hugged. It didn't help that the wound on his shoulder and legs were irritated either, biting back a wince as he let Shu do his thing. Breathing a sigh of relief once released he smiled contently, lifting his hand to rub at his wound. Paralysis wasn't going to set in then, and Shu wasn't bound to be bed ridden for the rest of his life. There was no way a kid like him would ever survive such a fate, it was worse than being dead. The sheer degree of gratitude that the Saiyan held towards T'charrl was insurmountable, he had to find a way to pay him back. Yumi was on the same page, and instantly volunteered to throw a banquet of sorts in the Kaesstrian's honor. Now that was a plan that he could get behind. Watching amused as Vegeta was grabbed up and Yumi went to the twins, gesturing for them to join her, and Kabocha as well. That little ensemble would be the ones preparing the meal, he mused, shaking his head. Kabocha cooking? Maybe he would pass it up.

Redirecting his focus unto T'charrl once again the older boy frowned a bit. He didn't think his wounds were that important, they certainly weren't life threatening. Inconvenient yes, but not that bad in regards to the others. When the Prince made his case on the matter though he was hard pressed to say no, not wanting to deny him feeling at ease. Smiling politely instead then Takeshi gave a curt nod, easing his arms down to grab at the hem of his shirt. Wincing as he lifted it up and over his head he set it in the grass to his side, exhaling as he slowly brought his shoulder down, resisting the urge to rub at it to ease the discomfort. Maybe it would be nice to have them healed.

"Sure thing, if you really want to. Though I don't know whose energy you're going to use..." Takeshi pointed out, referring to all the others having left. "And... I'll interrogate the guy, sure. I want to know what his reason for all this was. As for the others," he paused, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. "They're going to be okay for at least another day. The sooner the better, but I'm trying to say don't rush yourself. You've already done a lot for us, so don't feel like you owe us any more, okay?"

"T'charrl's only acting in the best interest of his friends." Eslaria pointed out, smiling as she joined the rest of the group. Reaching down she placed a claw on his head, giving it a gentle rubbing. "But he is right, my Prince. There is no need to over extend yourself, as much as you may want to help. Let things come as they may, don't try to do it all at once. You matter just as much as they do, so don't neglect yourself for their sake, none of us want that."