With no small degree of relief did Takeshi watch his brother not eat the insect, smiling graciously at that fact. Seeing T'charrl then take off into the air he looked back to Shu, already expecting to be asked to carry him. "You'd better not..." he remarked, narrowing his eyes slightly before turning around. Waiting until the last goodbyes had been shared the older boy helped Shu up onto his back, slipping his arms under the Saiyan's legs and flying off after their friend. Hopefully between himself and T'charrl they had the means to carry everybody back after the ordeal. By the sounds of it both Yumi and Viral were hurt, so extra care would be needed when transporting them. They would have to carry their friends in such a way to not hurt them further, which if they had to transport two people at once that was no easy task. "Maybe we should stop by the ship and get someone to help...?" Takeshi suggested, looking off in the direction of their ships. No reason to make their friends be in any more pain than they were already. Though the more he figured that the worse an idea it seemed. The longer they sat there the more potential danger they'd be in, injuries or otherwise. Best then to keep moving along to try and help them then.

Once the channel was closed Yumi removed the scouter from her ear, sighing abysmally as she held it in her lap. This hadn't turned out anywhere near how she'd wanted, it was an utter failure. Yes they had won, but she'd hoped that Viral would be happy by the end, having triumphed over a foe. Instead he just seemed even more upset than before about things, the exact opposite of what she had hoped to gain. After staring down the cliff for a moment she finally moved herself from the ledge, looking at Viral as she sat a little ways from him. "What did I do...? How did I hurt your arm...?" she asked, finally having to voice her confusion. "I... I don't think I did anything, did I? I remember seeing you get hit, then I was hit, and when I woke up everything was collapsing. What else happened...?" Viral was firmly holding to his claim that she had done him wrong, and yet there wasn't anything she could recall that may make that even remotely true. Perhaps before passing out she had inadvertently hurt him, she didn't know. Frankly not knowing was making her rather uneasy too, wanting desperately to know just what her friend was talking about.

The creature was trying to make its way back to its master, desperate to be healed so it could continue its fighting. While its partner might be dead it could always get another, and they would be able to take down the pesky aliens. Maybe two partners, just to be safe. There was strength in numbers after all, and they had barely been able to conquer just two. The impromptu retreat had the beast finding itself in an open field surrounded by hills and valleys, a little exposed for its liking. Sliding along as it was however it should stay well out of sight of anybody and return to the temple in one piece. Just as it crossed over a smaller crest its plans changed, the smell of flesh rousing its senses and making it stop where it was. Easing just its head out of the ground it looked ahead curiously, surprised to see ships landed in a loose cluster and many people wandering about. Surely it could slip in and get just one, then it would be healed and ready to fight again. Looking between those it could spot they all seemed fair weak, either the standard soldier or small, unimposing beings dressed in jumpsuits. Growling excitedly at the prospect of an easy meal it slid back into the dirt, moving along steadily to the ships.

Progress on modifying the Saiyan ship was going pleasantly fast. With so many hands working both on the interior and exterior the job would be done in no time, and the Princes would have a vessel all their own... With some rebel adjustments as well. On the outside the crew was busily working on both repainting the hull and removing the insignia, wanting the ship to be recognizable only in shape. The craft itself was to be painted a dark red, not quite crimson but fairly dark still. The actual application of paint was a little impromptu, they were thick liquids and red dyes to substitute for paint, and at least it seemed to be working. Several small vats were filled with the substance, and the empty ones were beginning to pile up steadily as a result. As one of said vats was emptied an engineer working with a small forklift-like vehicle grabbed hold of it, dropping it off in the pile before heading to the full containers by the edge of the encampment for another. Lowering the lift itself he slipped the platform right underneath, but had to get out to settle it properly before actually picking it up. Climbing out of his vehicle the engineer placed his hands on the bin, carefully pushing it towards the back of the platform to make sure it was steady. So engrossed in his work the alien failed to notice a black sludge coming towards him, sliding across the grassy ground noiselessly.