Takeshi was enthusiastic about Goku being back, it meant the plan worked. What a huge relief it was to have his squad's families safe at last, it was a massive weight off not only his shoulders but probably theirs as well. That guy was incredible, no doubt about it, he was a sure bet for whenever they were in a pinch. With all the help that Goku had given them it was beginning to become a little difficult to remember precisely why he idolized Vegeta in the first place. Sure, the man was powerful too, and he had this sort of stoic, prideful demeanor that Takeshi had idolized when he was younger. Now, after having a family for some time and getting a better idea of how things were supposed to work he was finding Goku a much better role model and idol. He'd always revere Vegeta to some degree, the man was great in his own right, but really not the kind of guy a kid should be striving to be like. As much as they were all grateful for Goku's help the older boy realized that realistically they couldn't always count on him for assistance. It was sheer luck they'd gotten in touch with him this time, and goodness knows how they'd manage if T'charrl wasn't around. One of them then could definitely make use of instant transmission, if they ever needed it again. Takeshi had to try and ask then, for his and the others sakes. 

"Really? There are some of those people living on Earth?" Takeshi repeated, eyebrows raised in surprise. He'd never seen a single one in all his life, though it wasn't as if he knew what they looked like anyways. When they returned home he'd have to keep an eye out, perhaps ask around. If nothing else he could always go to Dende and ask for their location, surely the Earth's guardian could pick them out. Instant transmission would definitely be helpful to have, it'd mean if they were ever in a pinch they'd have a way out of it. "I do, I do want to learn! You've helped us so much with it!" Takeshi continued, smiling brightly as he balled his hands up. "We can do a lot with that kind of ability, so I'll definitely track them down. Thanks!"

"Seriously, what's wrong with being saved? I thought you two would be happy to be gone!" Kabocha groaned, smacking his own forehead. "Are you even going to thank me? I mean the king was probably going to kill you two, you know. I think that deserves a thanks."

"I was about to get a promotion Kabocha, and now I can't even go back to being a private at this point," Mizuna chided, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "My military career is ruined, and now I'm as much a heretic as those rebels. And whose to say the king was going to kill us?"

"My illustrious career... All my things... Gone..." Gobo whined, sinking down onto his knees and grabbing his head fitfully. "Years of collecting, all those expensive purchases, now they're going to be plundered and sold off! My wealth gone!"

Kabocha couldn't believe his parents, they were complaining about the most ridiculous of things. Seriously, they were alive, wasn't that good enough? So what if they weren't getting a promotion, or lost a few items, those weren't important. If he could put aside his ambition and recognize that then by all means his folks ought to be able to do the same. Shaking his head he looked over to his two friends, smiling faintly as he gestured to his own parents. 

"Want to trade guys? Buy one get one free."

Gregory, who had been hovering idly by since Goku's return now had a rather surprised look on his face. Seeing something off screen he floated over to the Saiyan's side, grabbing his shirt sleeve and giving it a tugging to try and get his attention, gesturing to the direction he had been looking. Vegeta was on his way back, rather quickly at that, and being tailed by another two individuals. It was hard to recognize the two that were following behind the man, at first anyways. As they closed in and Vegeta landed first Gregory got a better look at his companions, eyes wider than usual in surprise. So he'd brought those two all the way here, but why? Looking at the screen he instantly figured it out, wondering if it was such a good idea. Raising a hand and opening his mouth to say something about it he instead squealed as he was shoved off screen and the Saiyan took his place. 

"Where is my grandson? Or great-grandson...? Whatever he is, where is he?" Vegeta snapped, edging his way into the screen. Vegeta Jr came back into the shot, having taken aside Yumi to let her cool off after Gregory's comments. He was there, and so was Viral, perfect. Smiling proudly the Saiyan stood up, giving Goku a small pushing as he got both himself and his rival off of the screen to let the others come on. "Before you kids go run off again, I found a few people that need to have a word with Viral and my grandson. So keep your damn mouths shut for a second, will you?"

"Honestly grandfather... Do you have to talk like that to them?" 

Vegeta Jr looked at the empty screen in shock, looking like he had just seen a ghost. That voice, it sounded eerily familiar. He almost wanted to place it but was afraid too, perhaps terrified he was going to be disappointed. Then a figure walked on screen, and he could swear his heart had stopped. It was another Saiyan, perhaps thirty years of age at most, dressed in a simple white shirt and pair of jeans. His hair was short and cropped, though there were hints of all too familiar widows peaks prevalent in his hairline. The hair itself was a light black, almost gray color, resembling both his father and grandfather's hues. No doubt about it, he knew exactly who this man was. For the first time in 17 years he was face to face with none other than his father. Simply too shocked to say anything at the moment all Vegeta Jr could do was take a small step back, jaw hanging slightly as he blinked wordlessly.

"Nice to see you too, son." Aito joked lightly, smiling at Vegeta Jr. Putting his hands on his hips he chuckled a bit, looking off screen and gesturing someone else over to meet him. A woman of roughly the same age then joined him on screen, sporting short blonde hair and a vibrant pair of blue eyes. She wore a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans, dressed a fair bit younger than perhaps she should be. Standing at Aito's side the young Saiyan was again thrown through another loop, this was his mother. Why were they here now all of a sudden?

"M-Mom...? Dad...? I... I don't understand..." What reason had they been brought here? He knew they were dead, he didn't need to see them for closure. Sure he missed them, but was this supposed to solve anything? If Vegeta had a reason for bringing them here then it was beyond his grandson to figure out. "What are you doing here...? I mean... I'm happy to see you... But why?"

Aito smiled gently as he put an arm around June's waist, looking at her for a moment before back to their child. There was so much they'd like to say right now, and a lot they wanted to know. They had been able to observe him to some degree over the years but this was the first time in a long while they'd seen him at all. They would love to chat with him for hours on end if they could, but there were things they had to do. 

"We were asked to come here for something, since it seems like somebody needs our help. So son, please excuse us just for a minute, we need to do this." Aito looked around on the screen for any signs of the Beastman, disappointed when he couldn't spot him right away. "Viral...? Are you still there? It's Aito, can we talk please?"