It was nice to have the fighting stopped before anyone was really injured. Takeshi looked between the two parties, both his friends and his former squad, wondering just how this was going to work. Both needed something out of this, two totally conflicting things that could not possibly work. Somehow they had to compromise on this or find a new solution entirely, easier said than done. Sighing to himself once everyone was settled on the ground he folded his arms across his chest, looking down at his feet with his brow pulled together. "Right... I guess now we talk..." he mumbled, mouth twisting at the corner in thought. There had to be a way to help his squad with their issue. The biggest driving force in their dilemma was their families being held captive. If that could somehow be struck from the equation then there would be no need for this mission of theirs, and no reason to swear loyalty to his damned father any longer. 

"They need to pay for what they did to me..." Yumi mumbled, managing to keep her voice from breaking. Tears had stopped, though her cheeks were still wet and glistening from those that had already fallen. She had to get some of this out, but with no outlet available she could only hope it would dissipate after a while. Still feeling Vegeta's arms around her she stepped out of them carefully, managing a weak smile as she nodded gratefully to him, wiping her cheeks and eyes with the heels of her hands. "Thank you... I needed that." Looking away towards Takeshi and the other Saiyans she became a bit bothered once more, but keeping it together this time she walked to the elder brother's side, shaking off Vegeta trying to stop her as she came face to face with her former captors. "I'm not forgiving you guys, just so that's clear..." Yumi stated, holding her head up while staring them down steadily. "But... If my friends want to do this another way then I'll let them, just don't expect me to be sympathetic towards you."

"Don't worry Yumi, they don't need your sympathy," Takeshi piped in, looking at his friend sternly before softening up slightly with a small smile. "Please let me handle this? You don't know what we've talked about before, and you don't understand the situation, aside from wanting to get back at them. You'll get yours when we reach Kortal eventually, but until then you've got to let it go." Letting that sit for a moment he watched the conflicted and torn look onn Yumi's face for a moment, knowing full well how she felt. If he had been wronged like this he'd be in the same boat. Hell, even now knowing that she had been made to suffer too had him a bit angry, but their blame was misplaced if put on his squad. They were collaborators, sure, but by force, not by choice. When no qualms from the Beastman came up he smiled slightly, nodding his head and looking at the trio before him. "All right... First I need to know what's going on at home. How is my father handling the war with the rebels, do you know?"

"Of course we know, it's basically all you hear about when in the palace," Kabocha explained, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "From what I understand your old man is confident that he can still win easily, but that attack on his base has him riled up. And even better yet is your little rebel friends have sparked something of a frenzy in the galaxy." Seeing the puzzled look on both Takeshi's and the others faces he smirked, raising an eyebrow in question. "You hadn't heard? Other races are catching wind of the rebellion making some dents now, and other places are sprouting up to do the same. 'Course they won't be nearly as effective, but now Yamate has all these little bits of trouble to deal with. Last we spoke to him he was pretty pissed. So to answer your question he's deploying people to deal with the uprisings, but it's getting to be a bigger and bigger problem."

Takeshi had no idea about other groups taking up arms, and he was pretty sure Korian hadn't a clue either, at least not when they last spoke. Hearing that his father was scrambling to keep his stolen empire together was satisfying, but also just what they needed. Smiling he looked over towards Shu, going to his brother's side and looking to Viral as well. "Guys... Did you hear that? Sounds like the king is having problems, which means Kortal ought to be hurting for manpower right about now..."
"Takeshi? What are you thinking? We can't go to the Saiyan world. Even with people missing it's still a suicide mission." Vegeta didn't like where this was heading. If a proposed attack on the Saiyan home planet just to free these kids' families was to happen they'd need way more man power than they had. "I guess it's a good thing that the Saiyan's are a little flustered, but how does that help us?"

"Because, it means that father will be busy with something else to worry about a few cooks and some second-rate noble." Giving Kabocha a look to keep him quiet the older boy smiled thoughtfully, grabbing his brother's hand and tapping his nose to get his undivided attention. "Shu... Think real carefully, okay? We need to get their parents out of the palace, quickly and without putting ourselves in danger. Who is someone we know that can do that for us?" It had to be someone who was strong enough to defend themselves in case of danger, and someone who could certainly keep the others safe. Also, it had to be someone already dead. "I'll give you a hint..." Takeshi whispered, chuckling as he poked his sibling's stomach, "He's your idol."