"Oh, well okay. I'll be right here if you do need anything though," Yumi offered, smiling slightly before slouching in her chair a bit. "I won't be long... I promise..."

With any luck she'd get a restful nap in for a change and not be plagued by uneasy dreams and thoughts. It would be wrong to say she was as deeply effected by what had been done to her as Viral was, he definitely had a worse time of it. She had her own little problems though, certainly big enough to upset her. Not nearly as debilitating as Viral's problems were she could bide her time to voice them, as comparatively she was perfectly fine. Rolling over onto her side to face the Beastman she gave him a sweet smile before closing her eyes, gradually trying to drift off to sleep. The trip wasn't supposed to take more than half an hour, so it'd be quick, but she really could use the shuteye.

Have fun getting captured? Well that was one way to look at things, he supposed. Takeshi was technically going to be a prisoner of war now, at least as far as the enemy was going to be concerned. It would be a tall bill to sell, given that he was a Prince and Vegeta was fairly strong in his own right as well. They were in a bit of luck though, as Takeshi's clothing was still a bit torn, dried blood caked across the fabric. His wounds had healed but there was plenty of indication he'd been injured, meaning his capture would be a little more believable. For good measure he figured he could always ask Kai to hit him once or twice, just to make things look better. The idea of letting his friend wail on him just to get a black eye out of it wasn't overly appealing, so unless necessary he wouldn't bring it up. Resting his head back against the wall of the pod he stared out the glass again, watching as stars and other celestial bodies zipped on by. Space travel had kind of lost its wow factor for him since he'd done it so much in the last year, it was about the same as riding in a car now. He could only imagine how T'charrl must be feeling right now though, he must be ecstatic. 

"Kai...? I just thought of something... Were there any Elites on board with you three?" Takeshi asked, looking up at his friend. "Between the five of us I don't think we'll have any problems, but it's best to prepare just in case. Or anything that might be worth sharing about the ship now would be a good time."

With or without Kai's input the ships were steadily approaching their destination. Notably the Saiyan vessel had shifted since the squad had disembarked it, now quite a few hundred kilometers away from where it had initially been. The pods had their course and adjusted promptly, and shortly thereafter the vessel was coming into view. It had been a long while since Takeshi had seen one of these ships, designated as what was known as a gunboat more or less. It was stark white, standing out well against the black void of space like a sore thumb. The main portion of the body was two stories high and the length of at least a football field. In the center of the front portion of the ship jutted out a long cylindrical bit with a slanted face, being the bridge of the ship. To either the left or the right of the body were two great discs, housing both thrusters on the rear and turrets on the top that would come out of their casings when firing. The "wings" as they were changed orientation based on use, either folded at a downward angle for travel or propped horizontally for combat. To the end of the ship was another thruster, the main source of power for the entire vessel. A broad, semi-circular cover laid over the thruster to act as armor, and fins on both sides of that cover were used to help redirect the ship's course. It was definitely a Saiyan ship, with the king's insignia painted on the side as proof, and far larger than what they were using right now. If Takeshi remembered rightly there could be up to one hundred people onboard, a ten man crew being enough to manage it. Given they were about the size of the crew it would more than suit their needs. Taking the ship might be a little trickier than they had anticipated though, as it was docked in a space station. Not only did they have to get into the ship and commandeer it, but now they had to avoid any other ships that might be there. Lovely. 

"There it is... Wow I forgot how big some of our ships are..." Takeshi mumbled, giving a shake of his head. No other races really made something this large, Saiyans definitely were the most exuberant when it came to ship building. As far as he could tell it was lightly armed too, so possibly even just a reconnaissance vessel, odd for something of that size. There had to be more weapons somewhere, it seemed odd that it'd only be furnished with two cannons. "Why is it docked? You weren't gone that long."

"We were supposed to be in and out on the job," Kabocha explained, slowing his pod as they approached the large craft. "Since it was going to be quick there wasn't a ton of supplies brought onboard, so I'd guess they're restocking things. If we time it right we can let them fill up the cargo then take it, we'll have food, medicine, everything we could need. Otherwise... Erm... We might be getting off with an empty ship."