Yumi wanted to convince Viral not to kill the Saiyans, to be a little more merciful about it all. Then again however she was feeling a little vindictive herself, now faced with the potential chance to get back at those who changed her. Killing them was probably beyond her, she'd never killed anyone before, but beating them up sounded awfully pleasant. "You don't have to change, and I don't want you to either..." she commented, biting her lip before looking away. "Just please be careful when you fight? We don't know who we might be up against yet, and it could be very bad." She herself was no coward, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel intimidated. There were some fair nasty Elites she had met, and even in her controlled state of mind she had been able to acknowledge their power. Not even counting the king there were plenty of men, and women too that were awfully strong. None of them would be able to beat the Elite one on one, she was positive of that. Running along with Choi, Yumi looked back to see Viral coming with them, looking very much ready to fight. Well that was good, at least he would fight with them.

Well this was not good, not at all. Vegeta couldn't figure out if there were more weapon systems from where he sat, not even knowing where to look to begin with. The two main batteries were online, but those were hardly going to do a lot of good against multiple, quick moving targets. Pretty soon he didn't even need to use the radar to spot the enemies, their proximity more than enough to make them visible. To his chagrin the ships began to spread out, encircling the larger vessel and priming to attack. Looking to Kabocha at one of the guns he nodded his head to get ready, they were going to need the weapons. Unfortunately they were not going to get the weapons to use, as a sudden blast hit the ship and two simultaneous warnings appeared; both cannons were disabled. Now they were quite literally sitting ducks, maybe only able to try and flee. A voice patched through their system then, a curiously familiar one at that. The woman rather quickly dismissed any hopes of fleeing from this, but maybe they weren't going to have to.

"We're travelers, like I said, that's all." Vegeta explained calmly, trying not to show how nervous he was feeling. Swallowing back said nervousness he rose up out of his chair, motioning for the engineers to set up a video feed. At the edge of the platform where he sat a camera turned on, signaled by a flashing light, and now hopefully they could communicate better. "My name is Vegeta, and... I am a Saiyan, but not part of the king's army. I'm from Earth, and I'm here with friends. We're to get home, we don't want to fight you." Not like they really could fight them, not unless they went ahead and started boarding the other ships. Hearing a door open behind him the Saiyan turned around, spotting the others coming inside the bridge, all onscreen as well. It could either be their saving grace or their condemnation, seeing as both Princes were in the room now. It had to be well known by now they had defected, so depending on who these people were the brothers would determine their fate. And, of course, Takeshi seemed intent to make things more difficult.

"Are you talking to the people attacking us?" Takeshi blurted out, frowning while looking at Vegeta. Noticing the camera he walked forward, getting well into the shot and crossing his arms over his chest. They had only just gotten away from trouble, and were supposed to be on their way home, now these people were causing them grief. Obviously he was not too ecstatic about this. "What do you people want? We're not giving the ship back, if that's what you came for. If my father told you to come get it then you're out of luck, it's ours now. So you can fly off in your little ships and- Mmmmmph!" Kabocha had come up behind Takeshi, quickly covering his mouth with one hand while pulling him back. 

"Dude, really? They're the ones with the guns, not us! And if you haven't noticed we're sort of in the vacuum of space. I [i]really[/i] don't feel like floating around in space." 

Vegeta rolled his eyes, watching as Takeshi was pulled off by Kabocha, silently thanking the latter for probably saving their hides. Still, if this voice belonged to who he thought it did then even the overzealous Prince couldn't louse this up. Looking back at the camera and smiling faintly he decided to go out on a limb and try and put a name to the voice. Best case scenario this was over and they were safe, worst case he was wrong and, well, Kabocha's little fear of floating away would become a reality. "There... You know some of the people that are on here now, and we're not with the Saiyans, like I said. You're not really going to fire at us again, are you... Sayomi?"