"Take me on board as a prisoner, huh...?" It would certainly free them of suspicion, initially anyways. If he was bound and led in as such he'd hopefully be able to get close enough without having to get into combat. "Well that gets me inside... But what about everyone else? For that matter can we even fit everyone inside the pods? You brought three I'm assuming, and there's eight of us. Even more if you figure your parents will be coming along. That's a lot of people to fit into three tiny ships." The only realistic scenario in that case was to send the pods first and have the small cargo ship follow behind. The latter could land and cause a scene, leaving Vegeta and whoever escorted him ample time to take the controls. In theory that should work, though there were quite a few things that could go wrong as well. "If we use our ship to fly in afterwards then that would get everyone else on. Myself and the one leading me take the controls, while the rest gets the crew into the cargo hold... That still leaves getting them off the ship itself though..."

There was a lot to figure out in a short amount of time. Depending on the size of the Saiyan ship they may even be able to fit the crew on the rebel ship and be rid of them that way. Or, worst case scenario they could keep everyone on board until they were dropped off on another world. Sighing to himself Vegeta rubbed at his forehead, his head starting to ache from the influx of thoughts racing through his mind. "Sayomi...? Yeah she was that woman with Korian. She's definitely in the rebellion, I think his first officer or something." If he remembered rightly she'd been a technical officer of some sorts, handling the more machine oriented parts of the rebellion. There was a lot of mystery, Vegeta realized, surrounding those two. Presumably the other rebels knew a fair bit about their leaders, something to base their character off of. "Speaking of those two... What do you guys know about them? Anything interesting?"

"Oh sure, plenty." Kabocha quipped, shrugging his shoulders. "Though I can't say how much of it is actually true. We hear a ton from some of the Elites, and even the king says something now and again. He's not a very popular guy." Lifting a hand he scratched at his cheek for a moment, mulling through his thoughts at what he could come up with on the guy. "When we were just starting he was still in the military, a commander of one of the largest detachments. I guess the guy was kind of destined to be some big shot. Born to the upper class, pretty strong, got a ton of training from Elites. He's known Yamate for a long time too, though I don't know how. The two of them were close for a while, with Korian being Yamate's right hand man." Seeing the former commander now it was hard to believe he'd once been such an integral part of Saiyan military might. That was probably the biggest reason the king had concerns over Korian, as his knowledge of the military and their tactics could seriously blow up in their faces. "He was the one who led a lot of the original strikes against other planets, back when all of this empire nonsense began. That might be a reason he's so intent on undoing it now..." Kabocha mused, shrugging. "Maybe it's his way to atone. That's a really basic version of it. I've either forgotten a lot or I really don't trust the rest, too much negative propaganda stuff."

So Korian really was just another Elite, or at least he had been. After seeing his behavior around Viral it was difficult to see the guy in a good light, even if he was combating the Saiyans. "So he's a defected commander then? Huh... And he was close to the king..." It was interesting stuff, he supposed. Were it at all possible to speak to the man Vegeta might ask him personally about his past. There could be something in his history that would give them the edge they need to stop the Saiyan war machine for good. "And what about Sayomi? What can you say about her?"

"Obnoxious brat...?" Takeshi mirrored in a mumble. Smiling faintly he shook his head though said no more on the matter, even when Viral threatened to hit him. Had he said it in any other way Viral would be dragging along and moaning about himself, so this was a bit better he supposed. Even with rocky history aside he would have hoped the response would have been a little more favorable, and perhaps that was wishing for too much. Instead of provoking Viral further, intentionally or otherwise, the older boy glanced to Shu. He'd been unusually quiet thus far, and he wondered if his brother had as much on his mind as he did. "Hey... Doing okay?" Takeshi asked, reaching over and gently rapping his hand against Shu's arm to get his attention. "What's on your mind buddy? Worried about something?" Shu had been just fine a moment ago, something had managed to upset him in the very brief time since then. Knowing how sensitive the kid could be it might be any number of things, and it was worth asking then.