Takeshi kept dragging his brother along until they had gotten out of view of the castle, releasing Shu's hand once they did. Having a hard time letting it go he pulled the drawing back out, half-heartedly defending it before groaning when he recognized himself it was pretty poor. "You want me to teach you how to draw...?" Takeshi asked, his tone one of disbelief. Unable to hide a smile he rubbed the back of his head, chuckling before turning around and shrugging a little. "I could, I guess. I mean it'd take a while for you to learn, but if you want to then sure." When the word blob was used again the Saiyan cringed, looking back at Shu with a strained smile. "And it's not a blob... Just call it Goku, okay? It's Goku." Huffing softly he crammed the paper and his hands into his pockets, starting to walk towards the gates out of town. "Come on, I'm getting hungry! We'd better hurry on back so we can get dinner!"

"Concerned or not, she has duties to see to and can't be bothered to gawk at you." Eslaria stated bluntly. From the corner of her eye the Queen saw T'charrl slump once his friends were gone, feeling upset for her son's mood. Offering a reassurance in the form of a small pat she got the idea to have him do something to take his mind off of things. Training was always a good preoccupation, and getting to be active seemed to be what he wanted anyways. Upon suggesting it perhaps that wasn't the best route as T'charrl didn't seem overly confident in the idea.

"Soldiers fight whether they're sore, hungry, cold or tired," Garesh replied, smiling at his son. "I'm not going to beat you around, and if you get too tried to continue just say so. Since you want to be a warrior so badly though then it's high time you're treated like one." Chuckling to himself the General leaned over and without cause snatched T'charrl up, drooping him over his shoulder. "We'll be back for supper dear, just heading out for a bit." After a brief show of affection that probably had the Prince squirming both he and his father were making their way out of the palace. In Garesh's hand was his son's crutch, not soon to forget the boy needed it, and beside that his sword. "Depending on how well you feel we could fight hand to hand, or use wooden swords. Why don't you decide young man?"