"Heh... It's probably some of my blood too." Takeshi answered, smirking sheepishly. Grabbing at his tattered shirt he lifted it up to his nose, taking a wince and grimacing immediately afterwards. He wouldn't go quite to the extreme that Choi had said, but he more than readily enough lifted his shirt up and off, exhaling graciously as he removed it and held it in his hand loosely. "Okay, so it smells a little bit. If you guys don't mind I'll take a look around real quick for something to wear." 

Anything would be better than his ragged, soiled clothes that he had now. While he could easily take off his shirt, the pants and even boots were going to be a bit more of a problem. There should be a few changing rooms onboard, some lockers with a few extra sets of clothes and armor inside. He'd prefer not to wear Saiyan garb if they were going to be stopping on other planets, he'd hate to give the wrong idea to the denizens they encountered. Kai, Choi and Kabocha all still wore armor too, so it was a moot point to worry just about himself. Just because repetition was necessary Choi brought up the stink again, not able or ready to leave it well enough alone. 

"I get it, I get it, I stink." He couldn't help it, not until they found either a shower or a change of clothes. "Unless you want me walking around naked, deal with it. I'm looking for a place to change, alright?" Takeshi gave the air a curious sniffing, trying to pick up any traces of possible bloodshed on the ship. Even just barely managing to get over his clothing's noxious odor he couldn't find a trace of anything else, meaning that presumably nothing had gone wrong. It was every bit as possible that the crew and its inhabitants were just no onboard right now, they were docked at a space station after all. Before they could go looking for the ship's proper owners, or lack thereof, Takeshi desperately needed a change of clothing. Sighing he continued to walk down the corridor, tucking his shirt into the band of his pants so he didn't have to hold onto it. "I want to stop smelling myself first, then we'll find where these guys disappeared to."

"No one wants to see you walking around naked dude, please keep the pants on." Kabocha joked, giving a dramatic roll of his eyes. Like the others he couldn't smell anything that might hint at there having been a fight. It was really peculiar that there was no one around, someone most definitely should have come to check when they had landed in the hangar. Something had the crew occupied then, probably something on the station. The place was pretty much a city after all, with all sorts of attractions and places for the hard working soldier to unwind and enjoy themselves. Jerks were probably all having a feast and getting drunk while he and the twins had been out working. Typical... 

Yumi had managed to slip off into a light sleep just as the ship violently jolted forward, causing her to stir fitfully. "Nuuuu... I was almost there..." she grumbled, not opening her eyes as she ship came to a gradual halt. Hearing metal meet metal she knew they had landed inside, they had been prompted to come in after all. Like a child she refused to acknowledge the cue to move, curling up in her seat and tucking her head against her shoulder, hopeful to resume her little nap. Viral then reinforced the need to get up, making her finally open up her eyes. Mumbling incoherently she rolled onto her back again, yawning squeakily before sitting upright and giving her eyes a good rubbing. "Wasn't pretending..." she replied, dropping her hands in her lap and sighing. 

Looking to Viral curiously at this 'bad feeling' she tried to decipher just what he was talking about. Giving herself a second to wake up a bit more she tried sensing for any energies within the ship. only managing to find everyone within their smaller craft, and Vegeta in the control room above. She couldn't sense Takeshi and his squad any longer either, a bit confused as to why that was. There was definitely nothing that screamed "bad omen" to her, leaving her awfully confused as to what Viral meant. Scratching at her head she let out another yawn, stretching her arms up over her head then before looking at her friend curiously. "What do you mean you don't like the feeling...? What is there?"