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With some luck they could get Viral immediate attention and maybe improve his mood some. Really the injuries didn't appear all too bad, some bandages ought to do more than enough to fix him up. Yumi was more concerned about the wounds she couldn't see, and namely what may have happened with his head while Viral was underwater. She hadn't seen most of what had gone on so there was no way for her to know if he'd taken a hit to the skull or anything. Smiling sadly at the Beastman's musing she shook her head in reply, looking ahead at the ship as it was coming ever closer. "We can't put it off, and we shouldn't, you know that. The sooner it starts the sooner you'll be healthy again. And I'll be around to help you go outside, even if we can't really do much while out here. That's still better than being locked up right?" Whatever the case was they wouldn't likely see Vegeta until later in the day as he would be taking time off too. Or at least he'd better be, Yumi was quite annoyed with how isolated he'd become. Descending far more slowly than she had gone into the air Yumi set foot as close to the entrance to the ship as she could, easing Viral back onto his feet. "If you're given a pass by the doctor then I won't say anything at all to Vegeta, okay? But if he says something's wrong then Vegeta has to know." Choi was just being wholly unreasonable here, making all sorts of unfounded accusations and claims. He didn't know what he was talking about and really that annoyed Vegeta more than anything. There was nothing worse than debating a topic with someone who was clueless, and worse still was someone who refused to admit they were wrong. He was much too defensive of his own work to just let this slide, completely oblivious now to the fact the other two of their group were essentially ignoring them. "I'm always in my lab, it's not difficult to find me there, the room doesn't move," Vegeta remarked, frowning at Choi, "Did it occur to you to ask where I might be? Again, it's a simple matter of putting it out there, that's all it takes to find me. It's not that I'm actively avoiding any of you, I'm just busy. And I do imagine you would notice my going missing, yes, as our ship would have quite a hard time operating without me." The crew could handle mechanical control of their vessel, but only a select few knew the inner-workings of it. Plotting a course, operating the various systems, encoding a communications, these were things that most of the others were completely incapable of. Kabocha was fair glad to get away from the two old maids bickering, and more so to potentially get them some food. The stall munchies had been better than he'd expected but they were hardly filling; another meal or two would be in order to fill a Saiyan's stomach. Luckily for them a waiter was not far off, and with the scouter on hand he could figure out just what the menu said. The man wasted no time in sharing what was written down, most in part due to the tip he was given, Kabocha figured. Nodding appreciatively he returned to the table and laid his menu down before Kai, showing several items that had been marked. "Uh... Well let's see here..." Kabocha began, looking back down at the menu, "The first one is... Uh... I think it was some kind of salad, yeah... And then the next three are all spiced fruit kebabs seasoned with... Uh... Different spices, I forget what he called them." It was really easy to listen, but now that he was having to recount everything it was a bit more difficult. "This one is a steak made from some animal with a fruit sauce on it, and then there's a few soups and appetizers, which are basically fruit again." All this buttering T'charrl up looked to be getting him in a really good mood, and that was a start. Everyone was pitching in here and their friend looked to be taking it to heart; it had been a long while since Takeshi had seen T'charrl in such a good mood. In fact he may never have seen the guy in such good spirits. "I bet your parents are excited to see you again too! Just think, you've experienced so much stuff that they haven't, so you've got tons of cool stories and stuff to share with them, you know? I bet they'll love to hear all of it!" T'charrl started to do something then, something that had him beginning to glow a little. They had seen this before back on Earth and a few other times; T'charrl tended to change whenever his body started to glow as it was now. Stepping back slightly Takeshi watched with baited breath, not sure if it was going to work out or totally backfire on them. Having to cover his eyes when there was a slight flash he looked back at his friend, mouth agape slightly seeing what was left. Sure enough it was T'charrl, and by that the original T'charrl, or close as their friend had been in some time. A bit stunned he didn't do anything as T'charrl then fainted, moving to help but being beaten to it by L'esta. "Wow... He actually did it..." Amazing, that was something like which L'esta had never seen before. There was a lot the Captain had seen in his years of service, but watching a Kaesstrian transform before his eyes was a wholly new experience. Small changes aside there was no doubting that this was their Prince, back to his old form as they had all known him before. Smiling widely the Captain hurried to his former student's side, kneeling down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "He's tired... But fine, thank goodness..." L'esta said, sighing with relief before reaching back into his pouch and digging out a small vial of liquid. It was best to administer this now, and with luck the injury should be healed by the time they got back to the Queen. Biting off the cork and tossing it aside he emptied the contents onto one claw, beginning to lightly apply it to the gash on T'charrl's back. "Welcome home, Prince. We're glad that you've returned to us."

Yumi had to put stock in Vegeta, he was their best bet of getting Viral healthy again. One way or another it was going to work out, it just had to, they had no other real options. The fact that Vegeta could use his dad's work now too for coming up with a solution made it easier to rely on as well; Working with Aito's notes should tell him everything that would be needed for a cure. If she thought she could understand half the language used around the Beastman maybe she could offer a little help on the side. "To be fair... What's he going to test it on? There's you and just you, and I guess me, but I don't need the same kind of attention. I'd say he hasn't tested it because really how can he?" The best they could hope for was that Vegeta's work fixed at least something... Maybe not all, but enough so that Viral could be a bit happier with himself. Looking ahead to the ship off in the distance Yumi smiled, looking down at Viral and nodding her head. "I'd bet what Vegeta is working on will help solve that, so we just have to wait and see. Maybe after today we can go look into it and see how he's getting along?" Hearing Choi speak of depression was rather annoying, especially in terms of Viral's problems. They scarcely knew one another and yet he had the nerve to laugh at it; Vegeta was hard pressed not to reach out and smack the boy for what he'd said. In addition to that he also had the nerve to sit there and tell him how he was missing the rest of the crew and their issues, Shu included. "I am well aware of Shu's problems, but he can wait. Viral takes priority at the moment, Shu has support in his brother and friends, something that Viral lacks." Or at least that was something Viral simply could not appreciate. The same resources were available to the Beastman as they were the young Saiyan, Viral simply didn't take advantage of them. Yumi was practically attached to their friend in a fitful attempt to improve his mood and yet very little seemed to have changed yet. "No one told me that, perhaps that's why I've not done anything about it? I can't do anything if I'm not informed, so don't talk to me as though I'm ignoring everyone. If you took just a moment out of your day to tell me this before I'd have done something about it by now." So while Vegeta and Choi were bent on creating a scene Kabocha thought it best to order some food, and in the process of doing so hopefully keep them from being kicked out. A small roadblock appeared however in the form of not being able to read whatsoever as everything on the menu was written in the Kaesstrian language. To him it was a jumble of symbols and shapes, which he supposed the same could be said if one of these people tried reading Saiyan language. Ordering anything was going to be borderline impossible without T'charrl here as a translator, and they couldn't exactly call him up and ask him what it said. Following where Kai had pointed Kabocha smiled and nodded, reaching over and snagging a few coins from the bag. With money in hand he approached the server as the man was setting a table, tapping him on the shoulder with a smirk. "Hey there! My friends and I are hoping to buy some food, I was wondering if you could tell us what's on these menus though," he explained, showing the coins off. Aha, there was the little glimmer in the waiter's eye, he loved when money talked. In no short order a few select items were explain, mostly the ones containing meats before Kabocha returned to the table. Placing the menu down he showed the now circled items, grinning at Kai. "And you said I've got no patience for people. Check it out, he told me what all of these are!" It was beginning to look like T'charrl was feeling better, and goodness knows it had taken long enough. All he really needed it seemed was a bit of encouragement, something that seemed painfully simple in hindsight; the painting helped too, probably. Letting the guy suss it out for a moment Takeshi smiled and nodded his head, giving a thumbs up. "Hey, that guy is going to become a hero to his entire people pretty soon, I can't think of anyone else you'd want to be," he said, "I say give it a shot buddy, you can do it." With their being so close to getting back to the city T'charrl sort of had to, but no one was going to say that for obvious reasons. A lot was riding on whether or not their friend could help himself, it would be the difference between going to see the Queen or spending their time here in the ship. L'esta was quite happy with how things were turning out, and eager to see T'charrl work his way through this. Regardless of how he looked or how strong he had become he was still their Prince, nothing would change that. Even if he was now more powerful than even his father that still didn't change the fact that he was a member of the royal family, or that the Captain had once been his mentor. "Take pride in where you were before, T'charrl. It's what has led you to this point, and what's going to lead you to your future," L'esta added, smiling encouragingly, "You are always welcome back here, no matter where your journeys might take you. I'm sure your parents would feel the same way as well."

There was no harm in keeping what had happened from the others Yumi supposed, so long as Viral got the care he needed. While she wasn't overly thrilled Vegeta wouldn't be the one administering said care the doctor wasn't bad at his job, he just didn't know Viral all that well. He could treat the outside injuries like the gashes and bloodied nose but only Vegeta would be able to actually figure out what was wrong. These worries aside she still agreed to Viral's request; letting him feel a bit better about his situation was just as important in her mind. "Maybe it won't be so bad? We can't know yet, and he's doing something he's never done before. He's smart and all, but how can he possibly know exactly what is going to happen?" Yumi asked, smiling hopefully, "Even if it doesn't completely cure you it's bound to make things better, isn't that still good? Maybe it'll get the big things out of the way so we can focus on smaller stuff, and those should be even easier to help!" Vegeta never would have shared his work with Katas had he thought that the Kaesstrians could go on a warpath like the Saiyans had. Yes, there was the possibility for a select few to do such a thing, but he wasn't going to let the actions of a few dictate his decision of many. Should anyone try to make ill use of some of the recent developments then he would leave it up to the Queen and others to handle it; he was only the delivery man in essence here, how the machines were applied were not his main concern. Looking at Choi quite annoyed when he brought up Viral, Vegeta had to close his eyes and take a breath or else he may well have yelled at the other boy. "I'm so glad you find depression to be a laughing topic, Choi," he said, opening his eyes and frowning, "I can only hope you never up in his situation, as you may find that it's a living hell. Might be a pleasant change of pace however... You'd be quiet." Well, this had gotten perfectly awkward! Choi had said the wrong thing clearly and now Vegeta was being a bit of an ass. They were in a fancy restaurant gods dammit, this wasn't the place for this sort of thing. Smiling uncomfortably Kabocha looked at Kai when spoken to, nodding his head quickly and glancing around. "Uh, yeah, sure! Ordering sounds good." With no menus at their table he got up and snatched a few from an empty one, placing one in both Choi and Vegeta's hands to keep them occupied. They were going to get thrown out if they caused a ruckus, at least if this place was half respectable. He had [i]never[/i] been thrown out before and he wasn't going to make this his first, even if it was on an alien world. Something had struck Kabocha as a slight problem however, and it was one that for all his technology he doubted even Vegeta could solve. Looking up from the menu he frowned, turning it over for everyone else to see, "Anyone know how to read Kaesstrian?" There was no shortage of people trying to console T'charrl, that was for sure. Even Haku was making a shot at it, in his own awkward way, so everyone was pulling for the guy now. If this wasn't a show of support than nothing was, and it was a safe bet the rest of their group felt the same way about things. Takeshi cringed slightly when their friend started to get down on himself, frowning and looking at L'esta for some help with that one. Haku's random bit had distracted T'charrl but he really needed those worries settled one way or another. "Prince, not only do your people remember you but they've been near worshiping you since your departure," the Captain replied with a smile. "You've become something of an iconic figure for Kaesstrians, so I doubt you'll be forgotten. The first of our kind into space, battling foes that we could only dream of, seeing new worlds. Why, even I'm getting a bit starry eyed just thinking about it. My point is though that our people on both sides look to you as the future, and already people are eager to see your return and learn about your adventures. So maybe then if you wish to help our people you should do just that; Travel the universe, show everyone out there what Kaesstrians are capable of and come home with tales that we can tell our children." Huh, Takeshi hadn't even considered what T'charrl's going to space might mean for his people, that was pretty cool. That meant that he among all of the others of his kind had seen things no one else had, and that many people may never will. He could share tons and tons of stories about what they had done already, and if he came with them he would have even more. "That's pretty crazy when you think about it, you're like a celebrity now T'charrl," Takeshi added with a grin, "People are going to be wanting to ask you all about what you did and what you saw. Doesn't sound to me like anyone's going to hate you or forget you any time soon."

**Name:** Aldis Lanford **Age:** 17 **Appearance:**  Aldis stands at 5 feet 10 inches, has a moderately fit build and often wears a pair of black fingerless gloves. He has an azure earring on his left ear, a gift from his grandmother, and normally wears a pair of well worn leather boots with straps fastening them to his feet. **Personality:** Casual with others, open, lazy, friendly. Has a bit of a tendency to daydream or wander off randomly. **History:** Aldis has often been hard pressed by his parents to exceed in his education, coming from a family of wealth and affluence. He was afforded tutors, personal aides for his studies and any chance he could get to attend exclusive seminars with some of the country's brightest minds, all at the expense of furthering his education. It would be fine and all if he had the mind or patience for school work; he's a bit against it, frankly. Never exactly what you would call studious, Aldis has a tendency to break away from his teachers and go wandering off. He has all his life, his parents could recount numerous stories of when their young child wandered off even as a toddler to explore. Getting him to sit down and actually pour over papers and books has always been a challenge, save for the rare instances that he was actually interested in the material. Far and few between the bulk of what caught Aldis' attention were sciences, and therein the applications of them. It wasn't even the specific subjects in of themselves that had him intrigued but the potential uses of them, and how they all tied together into his true passion; Alchemy. For the longest time Aldis was made to attend standard curriculum, run the same fare as his other peers and try to work towards a successful, homely career. Typical work held his interest about as heavily as books did however and he shirked that as much he could. His numerous outings had a purpose as well; slinking away in the middle of the day was his one real chance to practice some alchemy. More than one occasion he had been caught by a butler or household worker and brought back to his parents, being scolded for not doing as they wished. As the years progressed however it became increasingly obvious the only things Aldis would actually work on were what he wanted, and his parents had to relent. Under the agreement he finish at least his core studies he would be permitted to practice alchemy, even join the newly developed State Alchemist Academy if he was fortunate enough. With an actual reason to work aside from the usual "I told you so" Aldis applied himself readily, getting through the basic work that he needed to in order to attain his desires of becoming an Alchemist. In no short terms Aldis managed to both appease his parents and get what he wanted; enrolling in the State Alchemist Academy near immediately after finishing his rudimentary lessons. Doing so meant he had to move to a city closer to central, leaving his parents behind for some time. Though their wishes were for him to help work the family business he could not be deterred, and on his seventeenth birthday he took a train and left, off to begin his new career as an Alchemist. His ethic in his studies improved greatly once at the Academy, even if he did find himself taking some of the same basic courses to supplement his Alchemy training. He didn't mind though, he was on the fast track to becoming a State Alchemist; after only a year or two he would be able to do the work he had longed to since childhood.

That girl really was a handful, and she had one hell of a temper too! How did someone like that get into the Academy? Sheesh, and she was going to get a firearm at some point or another too, probably best to avoid even looking her way. Aldis may well have continued talking to Fern and dug himself deeper into a pit had he not caught sight of another boy looking at him. He was slightly surprised for a moment that it was an Ishavalan no less; rarely did you see an Ishvalan in a place like the Academy. While it was true peace had been brokered between them and the Amestrians, but that hardly made them equal in all regards. Slums and low income housing were the norm for Ishvalans, at least in the major Amestrian cities. Some Ishvalan cities had sprouted up here and there, and the locals could be quite well off. In mixed company however it was still normal for people to look down on their former enemies. Aldis was scarcely one to care for ancient history, and he certainly wasn't going to dislike someone for something another person had done. If he thought like that then he'd hate his own neighbors, family, and classmates just because Central had been run by some nasty people before. Walking over to greet the other boy the blond smiled kindly, extending a hand for him to take. He got a response, a pressured one at that, and he was left hanging with the handshake. Smiling awkwardly then Aldis withdrew his hand, chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head. "Moor huh? Nice to meet you! Glad to see we'll be in classes together!" he said, pausing before putting a finger to his chin, "Though maybe we won't be... I don't know how they're separating them. By score? Age? Maybe different classes altogether?" He continued on for a brief moment, mumbling under his breath as his brow furrowed and he stared at the floor. "Ah who cares! We'll be on the same campus so that's fine!" Aldis suddenly said, smiling again at Moor. He was really quiet, wasn't he? So he was shy, bummer, probably meant they wouldn't do a whole lot of talking. No problem, they could still get along just fine! "That's a lot of bandages..." the blond remarked, tilting his head as he noted the wrappings and bandages on the Ishvalan boy. It didn't look serious, just some small bits here and there. He was about to ask what had happened when he overheard one of the proctors trying to discipline a student, raising an eyebrow as he turned his head to check out what was going on. Looked like some girl had put her paper on her head, and in a military-based Academy that wasn't exactly normal behavior. Kind of funny though, it made Aldis chuckle and break out into a grin. Unable to help himself he waltzed over, standing behind the girl while beaming up at the teacher. "Can't you tell this is the Princess? Obviously she should get better treatment than this!" he said, looking at the girl and winking playfully, "A bit short for a Princess though. What are you, 10?"

It was better to be safe than sorry, especially with Viral's condition as precarious as it was. Additionally nothing would be worse than having the Beastman hurt himself when they were so close to helping him, only having to start all over if a new problem arose. In short Yumi was bringing him back not so much because his wounds were serious, because they weren't, but because she couldn't be certain even a minor bump might be catastrophic. In her personal opinion she actually agreed with Viral; they were on vacation, running back to the doctor over a bloody nose was a little much. Well there was that and his arm and leg, but the Beastman could heal those within minutes. "Sure, I'll tell him you fell or something, don't worry," Yumi said with a smile, nodding her head, "I'm not looking to get you cooped up again, you know that right? I just want to be safe. Wouldn't be much of a vacation if you were stuck inside." Vegeta didn't doubt the Kaesstrians were a strong race; T'charrl could fight opponents that they struggled with, and they were Saiyans, supposedly the most powerful combatants there were. The Prince's case was an exceptional one, and while it wasn't without question another of his kind could achieve that power he did think it unlikely. That aside he hardly saw reason for the people of this world to ever become hostile, they had everything they needed on their own planet. Given their unique diets and habitats as well there were only a select few worlds that could even be considered hospitable for them. "It's a safe bet the technology has spread, though I can't say for certain, I didn't think to ask Katas." He could see it happening however, it would certainly promote advancement of a species as a whole, something he would be hard pressed to see in a bad light. Considering Eslaria's policy towards unification and strengthening her peoples it stood to reason too she would make sharing technology a priority. "Are you suggesting that the technology I developed could be faulty?" Vegeta asked, looking over at Choi with a dark gaze. He really did not take having his work doubted lightly, though he tended to keep his disdain for it under wraps. Around someone he was so familiar with, however, he had no issue in expressing his disgust. "I never said I "bugged" their technology, don't be absurd. I know the infrastructure of it in and out, meaning I could easily bring it all down if the need arose. Should people die in the aftershock of that... I can't be concerned with that. My primary concern is to make sure what I've given these people is used for just and right causes, and anything less will see immediate withdrawal of said technology." L'esta vividly remembered the image in that painting, and how could he not? It was his final day as T'charrl's tutor in the way of combat and the beginning of his instruction under his father, certainly a big day for him. A great many other men had been disappointed that they could not train the Prince themselves, but in reality General Yusef really was the only viable option. For a boy who would one day lead Kaesstra only the best training would suffice. "Your sword is safe, I just saw it in your room, mounted above your hearth. I nearly brought it but worried it might arouse suspicion, and I did not want to draw attention to us." Smiling sympathetically at T'charrl, the Captain reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "There is always need for a brave, proud Prince, whether it's for fighting or helping to guide our people. If I may be so bold though I do believe you might have battles of your own now, battles that do not involve Kaesstrians." "Yeah! Or did you forget you were part of our group now buddy?" Takeshi asked, grinning at T'charrl, "That is, if you want to keep traveling with us. There's loads of other planets we could show you, and plenty of stuff I can teach you about Ki and all that. Hell, we've barely scratched the surface on some of your training!" There were other things too of course, such as Vegeta teaching T'charrl about all sorts of subjects, and maybe Yumi or Viral teaching him new fighting styles. If the war was on an indefinite pause then they had all the time in the world to go about and try new things together, so long as the Kaesstrian was up for it. "Plus, I'm sure Shu would love to have you along, and so would everyone else!" Haku was having a real hard time not feeling awkward being in the middle of all this. It was a nice thing he was seeing, and he never really ever saw anything like it. On one hand he felt all warm inside, like seeing everyone trying to console T'charrl was making him feel good too. On the other hand however he had no idea what to do about it, feeling like him saying anything would be horribly out of place. Looking down at his feet uncomfortably he finally glanced back at T'charrl, sighing and rubbing at his neck. "I know we really got off on a bad start, but... I want to try fighting with you, and maybe... Have you train me?" he asked, his face reddening as he had to look away. "You're strong... And I could learn a lot from you, I think. If you miss training so much you've got all of us to train with."

"Right, uh... Sorry! I'll be sure to tell you beforehand next time." It was probably mighty disorienting for someone who didn't fly; Yumi had been quite shocked when she had rode on Nimbus for the first time. People who normally stayed firmly planet on the ground didn't always handle flying about so well at first, and she really ought to be a bit more understanding of that with her friend. Figuring then he might want her to take it easy she kept her speed low, looking at him surprised when she was told the opposite. If that's what Viral wanted then okay, she'd do it, but hopefully he was sure of it. Even while picking up speed Yumi tried to keep it fair steady, not wanting to jostle the Beastman around and risk hurting or agitating him. They were certainly moving faster though, and with luck would reach the ship in no short terms. Hopefully the doctor on the ship wasn't busy, as with Vegeta being out they would have to rely on their alien-doctor to tend to Viral. Hardly ideal, considering he probably didn't know Viral that well, but they would have to make due with what they got. Seeing the Kaesstrians advancing before their very eyes was a miraculous thing, and it had Vegeta all kinds of excited. They were using the basic technologies and ideas he'd left with Katas to their utmost potential; they were developing and polishing transportation, improving communications and utilities around the city and even making strides towards space travel. The next time they finally came around to visit he could scarcely guess at what they might find. "It doesn't take long to develop technology if you have the means of it. Besides, it was all based on work I've done, so they were essentially following blueprints to make something, not building from the ground up," Vegeta explained as he looked to Kai, "And no... I'm not. The Kaesstrians don't strike me as the sort of conquering peoples, even if they are war-like to a degree. Your concerns are unfounded as far as I'm concerned. Additionally I have the knowledge of how their systems work, perhaps more so than even Katas who adapted them for his people's use. In short, should they try anything at all I could easily bring down their entire systems with a simple command into a console." Smirking slightly Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, looking out over the balcony where they were sat. "Anything I create I can destroy just as easily, mind that. I'm just very, very reluctant to do so more often than not. Should it be necessary though... No problem." T'charrl sort of went and stated the obvious there with ages, but Takeshi wouldn't bother pointing that out. Just from the sound of his friend alone his mood was improving some, so why ruin it by opening his mouth and saying something stupid? Besides, there were other things to focus on at the moment, namely L'esta finally returning to them. The Captain had said he'd be quick and he sure was, and now hopefully whatever he brought with him could do them some good. Letting the pair talk it out for a second he moved over curiously, trying to get a peek at the picture T'charrl now had. Huh, that definitely was their friend, and his folks too, no doubt about that. Takeshi even recognized where the image was made no less. "Hey... That's just near the castle, I think... Yeah, yeah I'm sure of it!" he said, smiling as he gave a nod, "There is a small park near the castle, we saw it when we were coming by that one time, and I remember passing it. It was really nice looking, but the guys escorting us didn't want us wandering around a whole lot." L'esta sincerely hoped that providing this picture might help T'charrl recover himself. The Queen had been in quite the mess as of late over her son, something that none but the closest to her would have realized. In confidence she had even expressed such worries to him and a few others, so it was no secret that she was concerned. Looking up at the Prince after handing over the painting the Captain frowned, and probably would have blushed if he were capable. "That's not true, Prince T'charrl! I fully intend on telling the Queen what I did; it was wrong of me and it deserves punishment. I simply am trying to help you, as a friend and as a mentor." It wasn't so much self-preservation as it was an earnest desire to be of use. His entire livelihood was in service to the royal family in essence, so it shouldn't be surprising that he was trying to help here as well. Smiling the Captain rose back to his feet, nodding as he too looked at the image. "I was there when it was painted. As I recall you had just finished your first session with your father, having moved on from myself, and your family was celebrating. You got the painting to commemorate the event and then we had a large dinner in the dining hall. I still remember your father eating far too much and the Queen snapping at him... It was rather funny."

"Because I'm trying not to rely on Ki for everything, so blasting it isn't an option," Yumi explained, smiling slightly, "Though I guess I'm using Ki for flying and all, so maybe that's a bit of a moot point." It wasn't as if she were completely helpless if she wasn't using that to fight; martial arts could more than supplement her lack of energy. Even without the energy her speed was fairly good and her strength definitely better than a regular human's. Much of the reason she might use Ki in a fight now was simply due to who their enemies now were, and the fact Saiyans used Ki without so much as a second thought. While she would try to honor Viral's way of fighting sans energy it couldn't really be avoided in a real battle. But that was beside the point, and not what she should be focusing on now. Leaning over once both herself and the Beastman were she scooped him up quickly, immediately smiling apologetically once he was in her arms. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't think it would be a big problem," Yumi said, "I'll go a little slower this time, okay?" Viral was bleeding after all, and potentially from his head, so dashing and jumping about wasn't going to help him any. Rising up to above the trees much more steadily this time Yumi started off again, her pace probably half of what it was before. How could Kabocha not be in a good mood right now? He came to an alien world figuring he had absolutely nothing that made his family nobility only to find he could get plenty of money here as well. To top that off he had the means of getting anything he wanted too, that was nice. Biting into another piece of fruit he looked over at Kai and grinned, shrugging his shoulders before wiping off his mouth. "Why can't it be the money? We're on an alien world and yet I'm still rich, what isn't to be happy about? And if you think independence from my parents has ever been an issue then you really haven't paid much attention have you?" He was near always away from his parents and he loved it, and even while on the same ship he spent minimal time with them. Were they a normal family he might find time with them enjoyable, but they were anything but. "Kai has a point, money doesn't mean happiness," Vegeta added, looking over at Kabocha plainly. "If you think that's the case then you're clearly an idiot. I'm one of the wealthiest people on our planet and yet the money means next to nothing to me. Is it convenient to have? Certainly, but it doesn't equate to being happy." It wasn't so much the money itself one loved as what it could give them, he could see that much in Kabocha. Even so, to derive your happiness or enjoyment solely from money was just sad. Not infallible himself however Vegeta was soon to go on his own bout, smiling as he put down his food and wiped off his hands. "Technology on the other hand... Now that is something to become excited and happy over. Do you even know the machines and prototypes I've seen since we've arrived here?" he asked, looking between the trio. Smiling a bit he shook his head, picking up another piece of his meal casually, "Of course you wouldn't, my words would be lost on you if I even began to explain what I've seen. I suppose it's worth mention that the Kaesstrians are advancing, quite a bit in fact. They're already not the same peoples we saw before, it's astonishing really." Age didn't matter all that much, Takeshi supposed, half of their group hardly acted their age anyways. Far as he could recall everyone was darn near close enough in age, save for Yumi, Viral and Vegeta who were all a good few years older. It did make him wonder what the difference might be between Kaesstrians being 15 years old and a Saiyan or Human being the same age, since obviously time was a bit different for each. Heck, for all he knew T'charrl could be 30 something in human years! That would be odd to find out for sure. "I bet if we asked we could figure out how old you are in our years, or how old we are in yours, you know? Buuuut... That sounds like an awful lot of work, so maybe some other time." There were other things that Takeshi wanted to do now, like eat and see that their friend was taken care of, a sentiment Shu more than readily shared. As if on cue no sooner had the little guy said that the Captain would return did he see a familiar face flying towards them; the city must be even closer than he had thought. Good news for T'charrl too was the guy was alone, so it was nice to see their trust hadn't been misplaced. There were some occasions in which unrestricted access within the castle was quite handy, and this had been one such occasion. In spite of going into the Prince's vacant room scarcely anyone had paid the Captain any mind, and he'd managed to get what he had come for and left without so much of a word. No doubt Eslaria might bring it up later, or Yusef should he catch wind of it. Hopefully by then T'charrl would be back to himself and he could explain for him. Making haste back to the clearing where he'd found the Prince and the others L'esta breathed easily seeing they were still there, and the only ones there for that matter. Coming to a gradual stop he landed by T'charrl, smiling politely as he bowed his head. "I sincerely hope you can forgive me for my transgression, Prince T'charrl... I did not know. With luck maybe this small gesture can help in bringing you back to us. Also..." the Captain paused, reaching back into his pouch and taking out a small glass jar. "I grabbed a solution from Renthal before leaving, this will help heal the wound quickly. But first, I wanted to give you this." Kneeling down the Captain offered up a wrapped up picture, inside of which was an image of T'charrl as his regular self and his parents, a royal family portrait.

Yumi was fair abashed she had forgotten the scarf and their boots, especially when knowing how important the former was. Viral always had it with him, losing that had to be mighty upsetting so it was only natural she turn around. On the bright side they had not gotten all too far just yet; the beach was within sight again in moments and with no trouble at all she set down on the shores. "Maybe I do love carrying you around, maybe it don't, that's not the point," she responded with a shrug, "My point is it's the fastest way for us to travel right now, and I just want to be safe with you bleeding, that's all. Plus remember that animal I attacked? What if there's more and they smell the blood and come after us?" There was some logic to her decision, she just didn't always voice it right away. Plopping down on the ground she grabbed her boots, quite grateful they were still dry and warm as she slipped them on. Something she'd realized fairly quick as she flew about was it was chilly after being in the water, so getting back was as much finding Viral help as it was changing clothes. "Just humor me and let me fly us back, then we can walk again." Leaning down again she helped Viral back into her arms, or more forced him really, offering a smile before taking off again. Kabocha rather liked the food too, much more than he thought he would. For something he might otherwise designate as a chump meal it had really good flavor and it was savory, which really was all he could ask for. They should have bought more, especially if this was all they got for the 50 Doma. Glancing at the coin purse he figured they had that much several times over easy; a couple of buffets could be in order here. Surely the others weren't going to mind buying a bit more food? "Hell yeah we're going to buy more food! Is that even a question?" Kabocha asked, smirking as he wiped his mouth down with the back of his hand. "This stuff is pretty good, and it's stall food. Can you imagine what the stuff here must taste like?" Probably even more tender, or better seasoning, or maybe even more exotic fruits and meats. It could go the other way too though and be much of the same, smaller portions and higher prices; fancy restaurants could often times be just a rip off. Being called rich made him smirk proudly, leaning back in his chair as he waved a few pieces of fruit on a stick about. "I don't mean to brag, but my family does have a bit of money. And hey, when I'm in a good mood I can be generous! So eat all you want guys!" "Yeah, it's my age. See, age on our planet has to do with... Uh..." Takeshi began, stumbling over himself as he tried to think of how to explain birthdays. They had to have something like that here, right? "Well, you know how one day a year you celebrate the day you were born? A birthday? If you guys do that here then it's the same sort of thing, our years are probably just a bit different. So yeah, I'm seventeen, Shu is sixteen, and Haku is...?" "Sixteen." Haku replied stiffly. "Right! So Saiyans and humans kind of age the same on both planets, get it?" That probably wasn't the most clear of explanations, nor did it really do much to explain how long a year was. If he were to try doing that though Takeshi might be there all day babbling and struggling for the right words. He'd let it go for now, if T'charrl wanted to learn more he could always ask later. Looking again at the wound on his friend's back the Saiyan smiled slightly, nodding his head as T'charrl talked. "Right... We've got stuff like that too, but I mean if you let it heal naturally and all that. I'm sure there's something we could use even out here to speed it up." Earth had plenty of plants that were good for medicinal uses, and some of which were good for putting on wounds. That was their home planet though, who knew what plants were good for that here. T'charrl might, but since they were waiting on L'esta to return they couldn't well go searching around. Smiling at Shu when he came over the older boy nodded again in agreement, putting a hand on his stomach with a laugh. "Oh yeah, we haven't have we? Jeez I'm hungry now that you bring it up..."

Viral's worry over being dropped was unfounded, nothing bad would happen to him. If by some very unlikely chance the Beastman should fall then she would be right there to catch him, and she would be more than willing enough to take a hit to keep him safe. Yumi blew off the concern altogether though she could tell her friend hadn't, but he would just have to put his trust in her and keep in mind it would all work out for the best. They would get back in no time and return good as new, she hoped. "Your scarf and boots? Yeah, yeah of course I did! They're right-- Oops." So that would explain why her feet felt so cold! In her rush to get Viral to the ship she had forgotten not only his things, but hers as well. Good thing they weren't all that far away, otherwise it could be a real bother to double back. Smiling at the Beastman sheepishly Yumi came to a halt, turning herself around and flying right on back to the lake. By good fortune their things were in the same spot as when they had left; having someone or something run off with them would have been quite the letdown. Stringing together a slew of apologies the pair went back to the shore of the lake, with Yumi setting Viral back down so they could get their boots back on. "Good thing you reminded me before we got too far, huh?" she asked, smiling bashfully, "Uh... Sorry, again." There were plenty of things that Vegeta enjoyed, and plenty that he did not; money and managing a business fell under the latter category. Yes having money was nice, it enabled you to do as you pleased, but it was a curse as much as a blessing. All he wanted was to do experiments and tests, develop new machines and technologies and now travel to new, unexplored worlds. He had the funds for it to be certain, but his obligations at Capsule Corporation kept him tied down. Regardless of personal feelings towards his position he had to maintain it as to keep his father's way of life alive. Should he let someone from the board take over the company could change quite drastically, and he feared it wouldn't be for the better. Until he could find a proper successor, or until his father came back as planned then he was going to be left in charge of things. "I have to wonder how the food is in this restaurant, if a market stall can produce something this good," Vegeta mused aloud, turning over some seared fruit in his hands. "If this isn't enough I don't suppose any of you object to trying some food here?" Takeshi figured the very least he could do now was offer to look over the wounds, maybe see if he could patch it up. An innocent enough offer, so why was T'charrl seeming all bent out of shape over it? "I didn't mean totally new! Just... I mean in the grand scheme of things it's new, you know? Like a few weeks in... 17 years, that's pretty new." Eh, he should probably just drop that huh? If he was only going to make things worse by offering to help out then he'd just have to bide his time and wait for L'esta to return. Evidently he'd gone and used words that T'charrl wasn't familiar with again as he was left explaining what 'scabs' meant. "N-no! Nothing like that"! Takeshi said quickly, waving his hands in a dismissive fashion, "It's like when you get an injury and it starts to heal, so it gets all hard and covered, you know? It's just uh... Yeah, take a moment." Chuckling sheepishly he rubbed at the back of his head, looking away as his face heated up a little. Maybe Shu could come in and save the day, or at the very least perk T'charrl up a little. Hopefully L'esta got back soon with some help too, they should really be working on getting T'charrl back to his old self.