"They're going to have to trust us, that's all. We'll think of somewhere to bring them, right now I don't know where that is though." If they sent the parents right to Earth then there'd be room for a lot of difficulties. No one there could help them adapt, unless they got in touch with someone like Corgan or Kamina. The only issues there then were having to contact them and expect whoever it was to remain in a new spot indefinitely. Letting his head hang and sighing softly Takeshi wondered if they should just come aboard the ship and travel with them for now. It was big enough... Sort of. "I know it's not a perfect plan Shu, but what else can we do? Neither of us know anything else, and besides the twins and Kabocha we've spent the most time out here in space. Plus... I kind of feel like it's our job and responsibility to keep these people safe..."

As much as he loathed to admit it Kai was right. Considering who was with them the chances of getting anywhere peaceful was slim to none. "I've got no idea honestly. We sort of left the rebels in a hurry and came here, I guess we haven't made much of a plan beyond this yet." There'd been a fair bit of events since landing on Kaesstra, as such they'd been more focused on the here and now than anything else. "PTSD...? You think that's what's wrong with him...?" It was embarrassing to admit, but as far as that went Vegeta was moderately clueless on the subject. Fact of the matter was that in his position in life he'd never needed to learn precisely what it was, though he generally was aware of it. How to deal with it was another thing entirely, and if that was the case then maybe they finally had a name for what was plaguing Viral. "Hang on, backtrack for a second. Do you know of any ways to help deal with PTSD?"

"Therapy is the only thing we know," Kabocha said, shrugging his shoulders. It seemed obvious to him as it did Kai, they'd never said anything since they knew everyone else knew what it was. Vegeta gave him a look as if not expecting anything helpful from Kabocha, to which in turn a small smirk was given. "We're not just mindless soldiers you know. The guy's moody, stressed and depressed, sounds perfectly like PTSD to me. Even the king was aware of the problem and tried to deal with it, since in his eyes a mentally weak soldier was useless. There's no surefire solution, but therapy is your best bet."

"None of us are therapists though. How do you expect any of us to help him when we wouldn't even know where to begin?" Yumi wasn't thrilled with the diagnosis, it was beyond their helping. It was definitely an issue Viral would need assistance with, but when they were all utterly clueless on the matter they couldn't do a thing. "Maybe if we can get him back to Earth we can find someone to help..."

There was going to Earth again, a concept Kabocha still wasn't thrilled with. Seeing the concern for Viral's well being though and the clear cluelessness on how to handle it the Saiyan had a rare spark of sympathy for the others. "I can probably help him..." he mumbled, getting a skeptical look that made him flush light pink. "I know some of the stuff they use! I'm not a therapist, but I could try a few things anyways. And with how bad he is it's better we do something now than wait." The longer the issue persisted the harder it was to deal with, and the more danger it posed to the victim. "You could have Kai or Choi do it too, we're all familiar with it enough to know what we're talking about."

The walk to Ka'shras home was proving to not take too terribly long at all. Knowing the general direction of it at least the boys rather quickly found themselves in familiar territory. Their housing wasn't too far from where they were now, and while tempting that wasn't where they wanted to be. Instead Takeshi made it a point to turn towards the military headquarters, or in the general vicinity of it. Soon enough they'd be making their last stop of the day hopefully, albeit this one was looking to be the most difficult. A retired warmonger if he had to guess, not the most pleasant of people to talk to. "Do you want to sit outside while I'm talking to this guy?" Takeshi asked, giving Shu a smile over his shoulder, "It won't take long I don't think, and I don't expect him to be a nice guy. It might be for the best."