Takeshi stared up at the plastered ceiling idly, laid up in bed with his arms tucked behind his head. Right now he just didn't feel like doing a whole lot besides this, having been worn out today from all that had gone on. Physically he was recovering, and arguably fine now, but emotionally he was under a lot of duress. Having been healed and now in better health he could take a bit of solace in the fact Shu and Viral were going to be okay. The guilt of being the cause of it all in the first place hadn't vanished though, whether warranted or not. Speaking of the Beastman, the Saiyan now felt bad too for making his friend feel even worse. The whole matter of forgetting Viral being brought back into focus stung a lot, and altogether made for one rather lousy day. If he could just be left alone then until they were ready to take off then that would be fine by him. He could let things sink in a little while longer and perhaps get over it, for a lack of a better term. It would be the usual, with him suppressing things and keeping them to himself. With the exception of his little outburst in front of Viral moments ago. Takeshi just didn't do that, not regularly anyways. While it had felt relieving to get his feelings it also made him uncomfortably vulnerable. It was easier then, he reasoned, to keep things inside. Already determined to remain isolated for the time being he frowned when a knock came at the door. Not answering immediately there was a second knock, followed by T'charrl's voice.

"Yeah... We might as well..." Takeshi called back, still staring at the ceiling. "Be right out."

With a reluctant sigh Takeshi sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed before standing himself up. He'd sort of lost his desire to go through with this, but he knew too he'd end up being curious if he didn't go now. Besides, he wanted answers for why they had been attacked too. After slipping his boots back on the Saiyan opened his door, offering a faint smile to the Prince before following him outside to where Yusef was. The General was still tied up as before, and now Eslaria, Garesh and Katas all stood around him. He had come to, looking like he'd just woken up, and didn't seem terribly thrilled to be there. The inclusion then of Takeshi and T'charrl only served to further increase his nervousness. There was a little smugness in seeing the man so unsettled like that, as he realized just how deep in it he now was. It was over for him and his little plans, and that fact looked to finally be dawning on him. If he thought things were bad now, just wait until they actually got to his sentencing.

"Good, so everyone is here then?" Eslaria asked, glancing around at her group. Nodding to herself then the Queen put all four hands on her hips, looking down at Yusef with a barely restrained hatred. "We'll serve as your judge, jury, and executioner, if it comes to that. You're being held for crimes against our people, for the murder of countless of innocents, and for trying to assassinate several key members of government, both on our side of things and your own. The odds are against you here, I'd say, General. Do you have anything at all to say in your defense?"

Yusef lifted up his head, glaring at Eslaria wordlessly. It was surprising, especially to T'charrl who had seen him before, how tired he looked now. Quite a bit of energy had been sapped from his body, and the after-effects of his injection had left him ragged. By no means was he dying, but he looked as though he'd aged about ten years in a matter of hours. He finally emitted a low, guttural sound that was akin to a growl, but besides that he said no more. The General knew it was over, like it or not, he'd not waste his breath begging for his life. Someone would take up his mantle, he was sure of it. There were plenty of men still loyal to him, plenty that would further his cause. If he died then so be it, it hardly mattered.

Eslaria sniffed in disgust, resisting the urge to slap the man before her. There was plenty of pent up aggression towards him, the least of which stemmed from him imprisoning her son. If they were going to do this right though they couldn't cause him any harm, not yet. Shaking her head in disbelief at the General she looked over to her husband, then to T'charrl, smiling faintly.

"He's going to stand trial once more, against our peers from both cities. It'll ultimately be their decision to sentence him, we're too personally connected to this. But... While we have him, is there anything you two wish to say to him?" the Queen asked, referring namely to her son and Takeshi.

Yumi heard plenty of chairs scraping across the floor as people left, paying little mind to it all as she washed away. Noticeably a few people had decided to stay, and she was a bit curious as to why that was. The twins were both here, and so was Shu, though one glance over her shoulder told her why the latter was still present. Smiling sympathetically in his direction she finished cleaning off another plate, grabbing a cloth and drying her hands as she walked over to the little Saiyan.

"Head hurting?" she asked, putting a hand on Shu's back and giving it a gentle rubbing. "You've got to remember to take it easy, for a little while anyways. Just because you can move around doesn't mean you should be bouncing, understand?" Smiling gently she leaned over, placing a light kiss on the top of his head before going back to the dishes. If anything was to happen to Shu now it'd be simply because he was incapable of being still for any longer than a minute. She almost wanted to tell him to go lie down, but when he'd spent the last hour or so doing just that she doubted he'd want to. Really so long as he didn't jostle himself at all he could walk around with no problem. That, and no fighting. Which considering his usually timid nature when it came to fights she doubted that would be nearly as much a problem.

"What are you two still doing here?" Yumi then asked, referring to the twins. "Need something? I can do this on my own, unless you really want to help me. I won't say no."