Gregory was positively fuming by now, at his ends with Choi. What a rude little Saiyan he was turning out to be, definitely not one of Goku's relatives. Now he could see it being one of Vegeta's, though there was pretty much a carbon copy of that man already, so he doubted that. Whoever he was he had a mouth on him and it was driving the little sprite nuts. There was a lot that he could take in the way of taunts, he'd heard it all over the goodness knows how many years he had been on this planet. The one thing he still absolutely would not stand for was King Kai being made fun of. He was fiercely loyal to the Shin-jin after all, and Gregory would defend the man's honor even against an opponent leagues stronger than he was. Buffing out his chest the little sprite put his hands on his hips, not bothering to back down at all.

"Hmph, there's no shame in serving a GOOD king by choice! My king is honorable, there's nothing wrong with that at all! It's much better than serving that nasty Saiyan you call a king, that's for sure!" Still steaming from the argument Gregory nearly started in on Choi again. When a familiar orange figure appeared behind the kids though he quickly shut his mouth, clasping his little claws over it. He was all the willing to smack talk someone he didn't know, but when it was someone like Goku, someone he knew for certain would wipe the floor with him, then he'd just back right off of that. He'd want none of what that was going to be, nope!

Caught by surprise it took everyone a second to realize just what had happened. Takeshi only just looked over his shoulder to see Goku vanish into thin air, hearing him once more from beyond the portal. That had been a lot quicker than any of them had expected it to be, they had definitely gone to the right guy. He wasn't too sure what had happened until he heard some grumbling behind him, looking back yet again confused to see who it was. Sure enough three adult Saiyans were sprawled out on the ground looking disoriented and confused as anything. He had to hide an amused snicker behind his hand, watching as one of them fell down after trying to get up. It worked then, their plan went off flawlessly. That was a huge relief, and it now meant that they were completely free from the king's influence. Shy of him holding Earth hostage he couldn't exert any more control over them, which was great. If Takeshi felt this good, he mused, he couldn't even begin to imagine how the others felt.

Kabocha too had turned about to see what all the commotion was about. Sure enough his parents were there, both looking like they'd just had one hell of a ride getting here. His father, a stockier man with a goatee was still dressed in a noble set of clothes; a purple shirt tucked into his black trousers, its design influenced by some crazy old religion they had come across before. He looked to be positively winded for some reason, laid out on his back staring up at the sky. His mother on the other hand was on her backside, looking around herself equally as baffled. Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a basic set of Saiyan battle armor. She wasn't all that powerful by any means, but definitely the fighter of the two. After collecting her thoughts the woman looked up at her son, clueless for a moment before she adopted a look of anger.

"Kabocha?! Just what in the hell did you do? Where are we?" she snapped, pushing herself to her feet and stumbling slightly. "I was busy training, what is this?!"

"We just saved your life mom, no need to thank me," Kabocha retorted, huffing as he folded his arms and turned away from the woman. "Unless you want to go back, we can always drop you off. I figured you'd enjoy being free and, you know, NOT being oppressed for a change?"

The father, who had finally managed to get to his feet, exhaled deeply as he wiped at his face. He wasn't a combatant, not in the slightest, merely a politician. So it was a safe bet to say that, as far as Saiyans went, he was out of shape. Heck, he could even be out of shape as far as humans were concerned too, just with a bit larger than average strength behind his girth. 

"Now Mizuna, let's not do anything hasty... We're slightly out numbered here..." the man warned, frowning as he looked around at the others. He recognized Kai and Choi instantly, and the two Princes thereafter. The rest however were unfamiliar to him and he wasn't especially keen on making any enemies right now.

"Oh for the love of... Have some backbone, will you Gobo?" Mizuna snapped, glaring at her husband before putting her hands on her hips, returning her gaze onto Kabocha. "I don't care if you might be stronger than me young man. Tell me precisely what is going on now or I'm going to smack you."

"You're on an alien world, for starters," Kabocha began, quickly relenting to his mother's demands. "And uh... We sort of stole you from the King. So you're free now, you don't work for him anymore. We're going to find you a new place to live and... Uh..." The Saiyan paused, glancing between the dumbfounded look that his parents were sharing at that moment. "What...?"

So was that what parents were like then? Takeshi was so confused, maybe Saiyans weren't the best reference. Every single set of parents he'd seen from Saiyans were either totally passive and wimps or were fiery like Kabocha's mother. On the other hand human parents weren't much different, though if he remembered they tended to be a little more on the passive side. It was hard to know then what to expect from their own mother with so many different kinds of people to base her off of. For Shu's sake alone he hoped she turned out to be a nice lady, he wouldn't fare too well with a nasty one. Takeshi certainly wouldn't mind having a nice mother too, he wouldn't be totally against a little coddling for the first time in his life. With an amused smile he opted to let his squad sort out their parents, looking back to the screen where Goku stood, smiling happily.

"Thanks a ton Goku, we couldn't have done that very easily on our own." Their only way of doing it would be going to Kortal itself, and that probably meant fighting with an Elite or two, or worse still the King. Goku circumvented the need to fight, and now they even had a head start on getting the parents to safety. "Uh... Listen... I've gotta ask something before you go off somewhere..." Takeshi leaned in to the screen, cupping one hand around his mouth as he spoke in a hushed tone. "Think you can teach me to do that sometime...? It seems so cool, and it could be helpful. Then we wouldn't have to call you every time we need help either."