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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Namekian Village, Elder's home

Transporting T'charrl and Viral didn't turn out to be all too difficult really, and the group was able to travel in good time even with the wounded. On the way there everyone got a bit more of a glimpse into the world itself, parts that hadn't been hit by the monsters thankfully. A small little settlement cropped up here and there, and as they passed the people below would wave, most likely to their own kind than the visitors. The chances of news about the fight having spread already were slim, and there was no real way to even confirm accounts of the battle just yet. That would have to come in time, and most likely during the conversation with the village elder. At the end of the day it would fall to the eldest member of their village and the other select leaders to decide whether or not the Dragonballs would be gifted out; these people were still strangers, and giving them something as powerful as the Dragonballs wasn't going to come easily, friend or not. Had they earned the right to use them? Perhaps, but that didn't make the decision any easier.

Their destination village sat nestled in the mouth of a delta, on a wide scathe of land spanning some half a kilometer in all directions. It was really nice to look up from up above, with white structures dotting the otherwise vibrant green and blue landscape, spaced plenty far enough apart to give the settlement an open sort of air to it. Following the lead of the Namekians the shuttle was brought down a bit further inland, setting down away from the other homes and in an opening. Vegeta was a little concerned their arrival was bound to draw a crowd, not overly certain that was the best thing for Viral right now. Much to his relief then when he stepped out of the ship there was no one around, the other residents either being too afraid to come forth or respecting the face they were a bit weary from the battle. Had they noticed what was going on out here, he wondered? From where he stood you could no longer see the scene of the battle, though they had not come all that far really so maybe some of the larger attacks were spotted. The fact they were here and the monster was nowhere to be found ought to be indicative enough of the outcome, now hopefully these people saw its slaying as a positive.

"Our elder lives in the center of the village, we just need to send word for the others to join us," the lead Namekian explained, having since set down Viral and joining Vegeta, "We'll not have very much say in the final decision, but the three of us saw what happened there, or at least the aftermath of it. Even to the least discerning eye it's obvious you slew those monsters, and as you said you've no evil intentions here. I believe you, but it's not my place to grant your request." With luck the elders would acknowledge what was done and at least consider their request, seeing as they had done Namek a great service. Some other villages had been hit quite hard by the monsters, so hard that they were wiped out. He and his men had been scouting out for the very same beasts when they took note of the fighting, and to find these people had slain the creatures they were seeking got them a big plus in their view. Glancing over at the shuttle as he watched people begin to get out he frowned, holding up a hand to signal everyone to wait. "Only a few will be joining us I'm afraid, and your friend here is one of those few. Anyone who speaks for your group can come along, we can't bring in a large crowd. However... If anyone would like some medical attention we can send someone out to see to your wounds."

Takeshi thought this place was pretty nice, it certainly reminded him of his home. Heck, the houses even looked like his, only there were a lot more than where he lived. In a way it almost made him homesick, something he hadn't felt at all in their journey so far. Much as he was enjoying traveling with his friends he found a slight longing to be back in his own place, isolated to a point in his tucked away abode. Not that he'd be really alone either, Shu would no doubt be there with him, and T'charrl too if he came back to Earth with them. A bit flustered at still being stuck in the cot he craned his neck when the Namekian spoke out to them, wanting to get up and go see what these guys were all about. No one here included him amongst their 'leaders', he was certain of that, but he still wanted to listen in. Sighing in slight annoyance he frowned, watching as Yumi and Sasha both left the shuttle, a bit annoyed that the rebel got to go and he didn't. Sure, she was like a messenger or whatever for Korian, so he supposed she should go, but she hadn't even fought! "Man... I'm stuck here and they get to go talk with some great elder guy, so not fair," Takeshi grumbled, glancing over at Shu for a moment before smiling mischievously. "Hey buddy... How's about you help me walk there? Then we can go watch and listen to what's going on."

"I think the negotiations can survive without your input, Takeshi," Ricken interjected, frowning as he looked across the shuttle, "I doubt you would even know where to begin with negotiations, or how to approach a situation without throwing your fist in someone's face. Am I wrong?" Judging by the indignant flush he got out of the Saiyan he'd think not, something he regarded with a slight smirk. Truth be told however he wasn't much fit for the more delicate matters himself, much as he might try to put himself forward. Every time he ever got into a discussion with a dignitary he would often grow impatient when they tried setting terms, even going as far to threaten one man and have to be dragged out of the room by Leto. So perhaps he wouldn't be joining his sister in the elder's home, but he was fine with that if the Saiyans were denied as well. Feeling another set of eyes on him Ricken glanced to the side, seeing Shu staring at him, or what he figured to be the absence of an arm.

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

Why wasn't Yari able to remember them? Had she taken a hit to the head when that thing had killed her? Come to think of it, was this even really her? Ugh, everything was just so confusing right now and Suto really couldn't handle the stress that was building up in everyone. She was their friend, she had to be, and yet she had no idea who any of them were. While at first he placed it as some sort of sick joke there was no real way it could be that easy; Yari looked earnestly disturbed by the accusations and questioning, so she really had no clue who they were. Suto could feel a lump in his throat forming at the sight of it, blinking back tears and managing a weak smile. Maybe it was just temporary, a sort of revival sickness if someone died. After all, everyone knew exactly what happened when someone perished in this world, but nobody had experienced someone coming back. Yeah... That had to be it. All they needed to do was wait for a little while, maybe an hour at most, and things would be back to normal.

That was the hope anyways, yet it became increasingly obvious that Yari's problem wasn't going to just vanish. Try as he might to be optimistic over the situation Suto found himself inevitably becoming crestfallen; one of his dearest friends, and one of the very few people he knew from the real world no longer recognized him. While it was somewhat of a taboo to discuss their real lives now he couldn't help but think of it, feeling like a tie to their reality had just been severed. If this was the condition their friend was in now what would she be like back home? Would she recognize them then or still be clueless? On one hand he should be elated that Yari was alive and well, but with her unable to even remember those closest to her it was almost like she wasn't here at all. There was a very real possibility now that once they beat this game they may go back alone, him and Alex, and never see Yari again. It was a terrifying prospect, just as much so as the brief spell of panic when they had seen her die.

When they had finally made it to the inn on the next floor Suto felt like anything but partying. Generally at this point his Col would be nearly all spent, music would be filling the air and everyone would be having a good time. Maybe that would be for the best, just something to get everyone's mind off of the problem and put tensions at ease. Much as the Monk might like to throw a party for that very reason however he wasn't about to; not only would throwing a party now be grossly inappropriate, but he sincerely doubted anyone, himself included, could get behind it. Instead of a celebration then everyone gathered in the suite of the inn, a somber mood settling over like a dark rain cloud. Everyone knew what the topic of conversation was going to be, but for a while no one dared speak, an uneasy silence falling over the group. Finally Nero broke that silence, though Suto almost wished he hadn't.

So Yari did remember something, just not them. It was of little solace that she knew this wasn't just a game, though at least that meant she'd not throw herself willy nilly around in dungeons. If she were to die again... Suto didn't even finish the thought, shaking his head to rid himself of it completely. He needed to remain positive even with things as bad as they seemed, someone had to at least. Just content with being a bystander for now he intended to keep out of the discussion until Fitch spoke up, sounding rather upset. Suto was just as upset as his other friend, but he couldn't see what shouting or getting angry was going to do for them. "Fitch... It's not her fault..." he offered meekly, frowning up at the other boy.

What did Fitch just say then? Maybe it was a slip of the tongue what with everyone being under stress, or maybe it was some kind of metaphor. Even to himself though Suto knew that wasn't the case, calling himself stupid for thinking such a thing. How could he have been unaware of this? Did the others around him know? He wasn't sure but he was almost afraid to check, not wanting to confirm that he was in fact the only one left out of the loop. Why though? He was nothing but supportive of them, and he knew they had been dating at the very least. So marriage was a big step up, even in Sword Art Online, but it didn't change his view of them. They were his friends before all else, the fact they might be married changed nothing. So why then was he never told? Did they not want him to know? There was probably a reason, yet with everything else already going on it was a bit too much for him to handle.

Without so much as a word edgewise Suto rose to his feet, looking down at the floorboards crestfallen. He thought he was their friend, and a good one at that, but somehow this revelation felt like a betrayal; to say he loathed them for keeping it was a big stretch, because he didn't. If anything he was confused by the news, and inevitably came to the conclusion that for whatever reason he was the problem here, and maybe his knowing would have somehow ruined it. Not giving anyone a single glance he turned then and went for the door, silently leaving and going off to his own private room he'd rented out. There was just no way he could handle all of this right now, it was way too much. Shutting the bedroom door behind him Suto stood there for a moment, just staring down as he had been before he finally slumped to the floor, tears welling up as he rubbed at his face. Everything that had happened today was just killing him on the inside, and now that he'd learned of the marriage he just felt hopelessly unable to help his friends. If he wasn't able to do such a simple thing then what good was he to them?

Kin of the 72nd Expansion Battalion - Shingeki no Kyojin

Alois found himself, once again, sitting by himself during chow. It wasn't wholly unusual, his disposition did have a tendency to alienate him from his fellow cadets. Really with the exception of his classmates he couldn't count many people, if anyone else among his friends. It bothered him if only slightly, and he couldn't well be troubled to go out of his way and befriend anyone. This wasn't some camp where you all sat around and tried to warm up to one another, and at the end of the day it didn't much matter how many friends you had; Titans didn't care if you had one friend or a dozen, they were going to eat you all the same. If someone liked him then fine, he'd count them as a friend, but everyone else he simply had no use for. Realizing he was in a bit of a brooding mood he furrowed his brow, scoffing as he scraped the blade of his knife along the table-top and carving out a small 'x'. There were more important things to worry about anyways, like how graduation was looming overhead and placement would begin soon. With his position in the class he could go anywhere, though there was only one place he'd ever dream of putting himself.

Barely even realizing that someone had joined him, Alois glanced up when he heard a tray shuffle, smiling slightly seeing Ava. Ah, so she had heard of his little antics then? Heh, no surprise she didn't sound approving, but then she rarely did whenever he acted out. In his eyes he was just doing what was right, keeping jerks like those from dragging the good names of his comrades through mud, yet very few people seemed to agree.

"Oh, that? Someone really liked the sound of their own voice and I didn't, so I made him shut up," Alois explained indifferently, smirking as he waved his knife around, "He was all big, trashing you guys, and I didn't want to listen to it. So all I did was walk up to him, all calm like, and put the knife at his throat, and you should have seen how quick his song changed!" Letting out a laugh the cadet leaned on the table, pointing the knife back at the selfsame group he was discussing, "He went from being all nasty and arrogant to shutting right up, pretty sure I heard him whimper too! A spineless brat like that is never going to make it far, if all it takes is a bit of metal at his neck to make him break." The titans could and would do worse to them, much worse. Needless to say that anyone who backed down over a simple two inch blade was going to have quite a hard time fighting those monsters.

Much as Alois would love to keep on about the other cadets he knew it would only bring more trouble, and likely onto his friends as well as himself. While he couldn't care less what was done to him, whether he was assigned extra duties or excessive training, he wasn't going to drag his friends down with him. He was well aware his unique brand of fun had a tendency to create problems, and he wasn't about to bring those problems onto those around him. Flipping his knife closed, Alois tucked it back into his shirt pocket and gave his head a scratch, letting out a bored yawn before glancing at Ava's food.

"You know... We're going to be done soon, are you excited...?" he asked, smiling as he reached out and plucked a single corn kernel from her dish, popping it into his mouth, "I can't wait to cut into those damn things myself. I bet by the end of our first week we'll have a higher kill count than any other team out there, you can bet on that. The damn fields are going to be littered with Titans, and it'll all be thanks to us." Alois wasn't quite looking for the bragging rights that came with slaying the most Titans, albeit it did make a great chip to use when arguing with some of these idiots. He just wanted to kill them, whatever accolades or praise that came afterwards was just the icing on the proverbial cake.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Yumi felt pretty bad for T'charrl right now, and herself in a way. She had dropped him at first, hadn't she? It was mostly out of surprise, not really knowing what holding him would feel like, but now she was fine with it. In a way it was sort of like hugging a fluffy animal, it was kind of fun even. Comparing him to some small furry creature however probably wasn't going to do his self-esteem a whole lot of good however so she kept that notion to herself. "You're saying that like a King can't have friends, or enjoy himself. We've only known your parents since that war started but I'm willing to bet they have fun and friends, don't they? It's not like once you become a leader you'll never be able to see us again." They would make it a point even to come around, just to stop by and check up now and again. Plus once things were set up like Vegeta was hoping it would mean Kaesstra was but a short call away, so they would never be completely separated. Now that he was all cleaned up she figured they should get a move on, check in with the Namekians and figure out what was going on. Yumi herself had barely gotten to shore when they were approached by the very same people, curious to hear they were going to be helping T'charrl along. Just as well she supposed, though she wasn't sure how he was going to take to it.

Fael figured the task they had been given was easy enough, even with how big T'charrl appeared to be. Between himself and Domi it ought to be no trouble moving him, and it wasn't as if their village was all that far off. His being wet was only a minor inconvenience, it wasn't as if they had never gotten a bit damp before from water. Smiling somewhat amused by the alien's hesitation, the Namekian shook his head, motioning for him to move along and get out. "Your arms, or we'll hold you by your by your waist, we'll make it work. It won't be that bad of a trip either way, we promise. For your companions however I would suggest we get a move on, I would hate to make them wait much longer." The few they had seen prior looked fairly worn out, it would do everyone some good to get a bit of attention and properly relax. As their superior had mused himself it would only be fair to give them that much, so long as they were receptive to that sort of help.

"Hey... I usually remember, we just get busy with... Stuff," Takeshi said defensively, shrugging as he waved a hand dismissively, "We've got a ton of free time now though, and Viral's gonna be getting better and all, so we don't gotta worry about anything else now." Sure, the threat of their father always loomed overhead, but until they actually heard edgewise from the rebels that they were going to attack it wasn't like their group would go it alone. Viral and T'charrl aside there was also Shu who needed a helping hand, something which the little guy wasted no time in shooting down quickly once more. He really didn't want the help even if he did need it, and it frustrated Takeshi quite a lot that he himself couldn't do much for it. Smiling slightly at his brother's denial he opened his mouth to respond, instead jumping slightly and glaring at the wall when Viral came banging on it. Jeez, the guy sure had a way to surprise you, going around knocking on crap like that. "Yeah, thanks for the heads up, Viral!" Takeshi shouted back, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall. "Anyways... We'll worry about your problems a bit later, okay buddy? Right now we should finish up here."

Vegeta wasn't sure how to take the Namekians' offers to fly some of their friends, but if that was their way of helping he couldn't quite argue it. The only negative he could see was knowing Viral's aversion to flying itself, whoever was going to take him would have an interesting time on their hands. Watching as the Beastman tried to get everyone ready to move out he smiled slightly, giving a shake of his head and looking back at the Namekian. "Thank you for your help, we appreciate it. Just do be mindful of how you fly with Viral, hm? He's not the fondest of it, and I can't imagine he'll be any the fonder while flying in that form. I'm sure it shouldn't be much of an issue though." Just so the man knew what he was getting himself into, as transporting Viral was never the easiest matter. Nodding appreciatively Vegeta went back to the shuttle himself, pausing outside to speak with his friend. "Listen... We're so close to getting father back, and to finally curing you. I just want you to know that even once he's back we need to get back to the ship, and there's not even a guarantee we'll have everything prepared," he explained, sighing as he shook his head, "I'm not trying to dampen the mood, believe me I'm thrilled about this. But there's a fair chance what he needs to make this right isn't on hand, we may have to travel some more."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well... Friends are kind of there to help you with things, and to experience things together. They're a lot like family in a way, especially our friends, and we're always helping one another. And we just act like ourselves, that's all there is to it," Yumi said, "See... The awesome things about friends is they like hanging out with you for who you are. It probably sounds a bit cheesy saying it, but that's the truth. Everyone here is with one another because we like that person, and the same goes for you. So if you're not sure how to act, well, just be yourself. There's no trick to it really, that's all we need." Anything more and it might seem fake or forced, and that would just be painful for everyone involved. Goodness knows she had plenty of experiences with fake people, guys and girls alike, so she was well through with hanging around anyone who wasn't who they appeared to be. Sure, her friends might be a bit pig-headed at times, or rash or just plain silly, but that was who they were and she wasn't going to change that. Satisfied that T'charrl was fully clean now Yumi began moving out of the water a bit, having to hold her wrist to her nose to block the scent of the goo, however faint it might be now. "We're not going to make you go anywhere or do anything, remember that. If you want to go back then that's fine, but we're happy to have you here, always will be. It's your decision where you go though, we'll never force you into anything." Turning to go back to shore she paused seeing two Namekians approaching, looking at them curiously as she stopped where she was.

Takeshi couldn't really argue with that point, Vegeta was loads smarter than any of them were; he'd argue until the sun went down that he was the strongest, but there really was no contest when it came to intelligence. Not a single other person here could do what that guy could, certainly not as well as he did. The fact that he juggled all of his jobs and did it well too was really something else. "Yeah, no way I could do all that either. And we've gotta teach you to count buddy, maybe when we get back to the ship? It's really easy, I bet you'll get it in one go." Weird that Shu didn't know how to count, and it served just as a reminder of how much basic stuff the little guy still didn't know. Teaching him wouldn't be bad, it was something Takeshi could easily do himself. Seeing as it looked like things were wrapping up here he settled back on the cot, finding no reason to try getting up when they would be moving out in a bit. "I'm okay with Father not being around to mess things up for a bit. Gives us time to sort stuff out and train, you know? That jerk will get what's coming to him, but I guess with the rebels putting pressure on him we don't have to be in any kind of hurry. Anyways, we've gotta get ourselves all sorted first either way, yeah? Viral's gotta get healthy, T'charrl's gotta learn control and then we've gotta help you a bit too. Once everyone's okay we can go kick his ass for hurting everyone."

So they were meant to help transport T'charrl... The unusual looking one? Both men had been around for some time and yet neither had ever seen anything like him, which while not exactly intimidating or frightening it was certainly an unusual appearance. Noting the glance Yumi was giving them, Fael smiled slightly, holding up one hand as he met her gaze. "Easy there, we're just going to help your friend here get back to our village. And you as well, if you'd like." Speaking of odd, what exactly was this person? He'd heard of females before but never actually seen one, and Yumi's appearance hardly resembled the descriptions of Earthlings he'd gotten. This entire group was full of interesting people, and thankfully none of them gave any reason for immediate alarm, even Viral. Not wanting to get wet by wading into the water, though they were bound to get a bit wet anyways, Fael stopped at the shoreline, looking at T'charrl and offering out a hand, "Come along then, I'll carry you. Domi will take you as well," he explained, glancing back to Yumi, "The village isn't that far, so it won't be a long journey."

The only feasible way to move everyone was going to be fly the two larger members along, which while not easy was necessary. Between Fael and Domi they ought to be able to get T'charrl along, which only left Viral. He was easily larger than the other fighter, and certainly seemed a bit less inclined to be carried. Just as well he do it then, it wasn't the first time the leader would have to deal with a difficult person, nor would it be the last. "Hmph, I've lifted things larger than you several times over, Viral. I think I'll be fine." Namekians may not be known as the strongest in the universe like Saiyans, but their people were far from pushovers. "You should get back to your ship, get everyone prepared to move. When we arrive there's someone who can help with your wounds, we owe you at least that much for killing those beasts. Though I would like at least one of you to join us in the discussion, so someone's treatment will have to wait."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

It wasn't always easy giving someone a pep talk, but thankfully Yumi seemed to be able to get through to T'charrl just now. Smiling as he perked up a little she gave a nod of her head, resuming to splash water on his back to help clean him off. "I said it didn't I? Of course I think so. No matter what happens you're our friend, nothing is going to change that. Even on your worst days we're here to help, just like I'm sure I would get help if I ever need it. That's what being friends is all about." She never had much use for casual friends, certainly not now with how often they traveled and got into trouble. There were acquaintances, like most of the rebels, and then there were real friends, like the group she was with now. She would gladly do anything to help those present, and though some people were more difficult than others she figured the rest felt the same way. "Let me put it this way... Think of us as a family. If someone is upset then everyone gets upset, so its only natural for us to try and help," Yumi explained, smiling as she finished cleaning off T'charrl's back, "It sounds a little selfish that way, but it's the truth. We just want each other to be happy and look out for one another, that's all. Some of us will never say that outright, but at the end of the day I'm positive that's how everyone feels. If it wasn't the case I wouldn't be traveling with all of you, or doing half of the stuff we've done together."

"Hey... Even if you got spooked you did a good job squirt, way to not back down from them," Takeshi said with a smile, "And yeah... I guess really there is no leader here. I mean Vegeta usually tells everyone what to do, but I don't really think of the guy as our leader, you know? I just trust what he says." He'd never really turned them wrong before, and he was smarter than the rest of them so it just sort of made sense to go along with it. Not that they always did, but it was better than flying blindly into every situation he supposed. With everything going on outside Takeshi really wanted to get up and go investigate, but with how adamant Shu was at having him stay seated he didn't want to upset the little guy. Instead, the older boy shifted around a bit impatiently in his spot, wondering how the Namekians were taking their little group. Everyone probably looked like hell right now, hopefully the locals figured out what they had done and decided to help out. "I kind of wonder what we're going to do after all of this... We've spent a long time running around trying to get Viral help," Takeshi mused aloud, glancing over at his brother. "I mean there's you too, and T'charrl, but this Aito guy ought to be able to help out with that. But what do we do when everyone's all better? Go back to fighting? I mean... I don't know what else we'd do."

Vegeta wasn't thrilled with having the Namekians question Viral, yet he couldn't well tell them not to for risk of offending someone. They were guests on this world, or trespassers depending on the view, so he had no right to tell them off. Watching his friend as he struggled to answer he let out a sigh, placing a hand on his sore shoulder and glancing back at the Namekian. "He's actually the reason we're here on this world too. You see, he's a bit ill, and we've not been able to help him very much. Not knowing where else to turn we hoped perhaps we could use your Dragonballs, with permission, and get someone who may be able to help him." Uh oh, not a good start to negotiations. Vegeta noticed almost immediately the wary looks on both the leader's and his men's faces, no one seemed to be thrilled by that proposition. If these people were to say no then there may be no convincing them otherwise, and this whole trip as well as battle would have been fruitless. Swallowing nervously Vegeta glanced back at Viral, struggling for words before finally adding, "We'd make the wishes completely supervised, of course. And I have no issue with disclosing what it is we'll be wishing for either. If I give you everything we plan to do and you deem it acceptable then we'll move ahead, otherwise we'll find help elsewhere. I just want to reiterate we're in a bit of a bind here, this is one of our last resorts."

So it was just as he had suspected, there was an ulterior motive to all of this. Asking to make a set of wishes was no small matter, certainly not from a Saiyan. Odd though, as they could be Earthlings as well, and he knew they had their own Dragonballs. Something must have happened with their own to make using them impossible, either that or the wishes they had in mind weren't able to be granted. Whatever the case may be these people were here now, hoping to make use of their Dragonballs for their own ends. "I can't say that I don't hear your pleas, but what you ask of us is hardly an easy matter. Nor is it my place to decide, that will be up to our elders. Unfortunately for you some were lost due to those beasts attacks..." the leader explained, frowning before glancing back at Vegeta, "But, given your part in ridding our world of them you may find some friends to back your requests. If we're to make any decision this must be brought before others though, which means we cannot stay here. Are you all well enough to travel?" They had a ship, as he'd seen, so he figured they would be. If not only a few would come with them to discuss the potential wishes, the rest would remain here.

"We are, though we may be slow to get ready. If that won't be a problem then we can leave immediately." Making everyone pack up and get ready to move in their conditions wasn't ideal, but this meeting was going to have to be made one way or another, and it was best to do it now. Glancing back at Viral for a moment he wondered if the Beastman would fit comfortably, uncertain about his now larger size. Or T'charrl for that matter, both were a good deal bulkier than usual and the shuttle not exactly massive. "I do have a request though, if you don't mind. Viral and T'charrl, that is our friend in the water, I don't believe either will fit on the ship now. Do you mind if you or your men could help them get back? If not I'm sure we can find some way to accommodate them."

"That should be easy enough I would imagine, we'll help. Fael, Domi, help T'charrl make it back to the village, will you?" the leader asked, gesturing to a pair of his men, "And I'll help you get back, Viral. I trust you have no fear of flying?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"We'll try harder. There's no reason for you to be feeling bad after that, even if you changed. Besides, you changed back now... Mostly, so it's not even a problem." Her and Vegeta aside no one had even seen it either, well save for Viral too. None of them were hardly going to judge T'charrl for it, and certainly none of them were going to go telling everyone else about what they had seen. From everything they had encountered over their travels, including this monster, it was far from the most unsettling of sights either. Wading in the water a bit to perhaps make the Kaesstrian feel better she smiled as he tried to wash his back, stepping around behind him. Cupping water in her hands she splashed at his back, relieved the goop seemed to just drip away and she wasn't going to have to actually touch it. "I remember, but you've gotten better with it since then. And you keep saying things like you're inconveniencing us, or that we don't have time for you, but that's not it at all," Yumi explained, placing her hands on her hips with a frown, "Everyone here is important, and everyone gets help if they need it. Just because one person might need some attention doesn't mean we can't give it to someone else too, understand? So you needing a helping hand isn't inconvenient, and it isn't forcing us to "make time for you". There's always time, and we're always happy to help. So don't be so afraid of needing it, and don't think we're going to start hating you over this, or whatever you turn into. At the end of the day that's not who you are, you're always going to be our friend."

Takeshi could barely see what was going on outside, though he could hear plenty of voices. So Namekians had found them after all, that was good. Having to fly around in their condition might sort of suck, and he didn't really want to show up at someone's doorstep all bloody and covered in bandages anyways. He missed a fair bit of the conversation between Shu and the natives if only because Sasha and Ricken were chatting away, louder than what he could pick up on with his brother. Shimmying over to the edge of the cot he grabbed one of the supports, leaning out over the side and managing to finally look out, just as the Namekian in charge was leaving to talk to someone else. That guy looked pretty battle-hardened, which was odd since he didn't think these people were fighting all that much. Were they even in the war? Then again Namekians could be pretty old, so there was a chance those wounds were awfully old. Meeting Shu's gaze the older boy smiled, giving a nod and a thumbs up, "Sure did buddy, though don't seem so scared next time, you know? We don't want these guys thinking we're all afraid and whatever." If they were seen as weak they might be pushed around, or at the very least made to do even more before they could get anything. Takeshi figured they were good guys, the Namekians, but he really didn't want to be jerked around and have to dance circles to get the Dragonballs.

So these were all friends of theirs, or so they claimed. The Namekian supposed their actions up until now and their conduct at this moment would support that, they weren't apparently hostile nor did he feel particularly threatened. Even the strange one beside the Saiyan, whatever he was, there was little threat coming from him too. How odd, the large one was evidently either ashamed or afraid, it was hard to say. "Friends...? Hm... I see. Well I suppose the only certainty I can gather is that you're not with the empire," he mused, noting the confused look on Vegeta's face. "Just because we're not involved doesn't mean we aren't aware of it. The fighting goes on all around us, and some of us, myself included, are surprised that it has not reached us. I suppose we have good fortune to thank for that however." Or sheer dumb luck, as there were worlds around their own which had been ceased by one side or the other. Reaching up and rubbing at his jaw the Namekian glanced back at Viral again, his one eye narrowing slightly as he tried to discern what the being was. He had a faint energy, but a very unusual one at that. "Tell me... Who are you...? You're no Saiyan, I can see that much. I assume you're with these people?"

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Yumi kept right by T'charrl just in case, not sure if he may need some help or not. The water here was shallow for some ways so slipping and drowning ought not to be a problem, unless he suddenly forgot how to stand. She could wash his back if need be, though aside from that he seemed capable enough of cleansing himself. Standing at the water's edge she smiled sadly as he began to get down on himself, really hating that he was doing so after just winning a big fight. "So we worried about you, that doesn't mean it's a problem. We're friends, it's normal for us to worry about each other, I promise. So don't go kicking yourself alright? It doesn't fit someone who just slayed a big monster." T'charrl still looked pretty down, not that she had expected her brief attempt at a pep-talk to really change much. Letting out a sigh Yumi slowly waded into the water, coming up to her waist as she joined the Kaesstrian. Sure, Namekians had arrived and were speaking to Shu, but the boy could handle things for the moment, she needed to be here. "You look like something's on your mind... Talk to me. You know I'm always here to listen, and it's better to get it out than keep it in."

If they were going to speak with anyone here it needed to be the person in charge; Looking at everyone it appeared to be more a ragtag group of misfits than an organized force, there may well not be an actual leader. For certainty's sake however the Namekian went ahead and prodded Shu anyways, frowning as the little Saiyan struggled to give them a real answer. Very timid for his kind, which was unusual, though in some ways he didn't seem wholly like the Saiyans they had seen before. Following his gesture to Vegeta, the Namekian gave a silent nod of his head, his eyes shifting then onto Viral curiously. Just what was that? He'd never seen anything like it, and though he initially placed him as a simple beast it was obvious it was far more intelligent than that. "Is he now...? Very well, I'll speak to him, thank you." the leader said, glancing back at his friends, "You three wait here, I'm just going to figure out what happened here." They needed a definitive answer, not some hapless stuttering from an evidently newborn Saiyan.

Vegeta felt bad enough without Viral criticizing him, it was like kicking him while he was already down. Of course he knew that, he was supposed to be the careful, calculated master and always know what to do or say. He was the head of the Capsule Corporation, and for all intents and purposes the captain of their stolen ship. With all of those accolades then why did he feel like a small child being scolded right now? His attitude was perhaps unreasonable given how things had turned out; Viral wasn't really harmed aside from changing, and those who had been injured would easily recover. And sure, his treatments hadn't been an absolute cure, but they had managed to get them to this point, far enough where someone else could take care of Viral. "I suppose you're right... It's absurd to blame myself for things out of my control," Vegeta mumbled, frowning as he rubbed at his nose, "As it is absurd to doubt myself... I did everything I could and no less, I can't be ashamed of that." It didn't completely turn his attitude around, but it at the very least had him a little more at ease. Just as well too, as it seemed that one of the Namekians was coming over to speak with them, the intimidating one in particular. Turning around to greet the man he placed a hand on his chest, bowing politely as he'd seen others do to Dende before. "Before you say anything, please allow me to apologize for the damage we've caused to your world. We tried to contain the fighting as best we could, but it proved to be difficult."

"Yes... There is quite a bit of damage, isn't there?" the Namekian remarked, frowning as he looked around the area, "All of that rock... And that grass... What a shame to think those stones are all in the water now." His tone had a slightly mocking sound to it, as it did a joking one. Obviously he was not wholly concerned with the damage, as it was the equivalent of someone putting a hole in a field in the middle of nowhere. No, if anything he was grateful to the group, but until he knew just what their story was they would hardly express gratitude. "Tell me, Saiyan, just who are you people...? It's very rare that Namek has any visitors, especially ones as lively as yourselves. And I can't say I'm thrilled to find every single one of you here appears to be a warrior either."

Ah lovely, diplomacy. How should he introduce them? As rebels? Earthlings? Neither would be wholly true as not everyone present belonged to both groups, not that he figured the Namekian would know that. Looking up at the man steadily Vegeta managed a slight smile, "We're friends, I assure you. We're simply a group of people with a common goal who are traveling together, and we mean no harm to your planet. We simply came here on a request, following an alleged rogue ship. The encounter we had just now... Well, that was unexpected."

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Vegeta couldn't help but feel powerless, and yet Viral was so determined to make him see it otherwise. While any other time he may be gushing with pride at the off-chance praise he was receiving, if it indeed could be called that, for now he hardly felt the cloud overhead shifting an inch. So perhaps he had postponed the Beastman's demise, fine, but he hadn't improved anything. Viral was still sick, he was changing uncontrollably and once more stuck in an unwanted form. Yeah, his cures had done a lot of good. He may not be able to accept praise of his own, but Vegeta was more than prepared to hand it out to Viral. After all, the Beastman had done what their entire group had failed at, albeit with some assistance from T'charrl. Regardless, having slayed that monster was no small task to accomplish. "You did protect, and you protected us well. So... Thank you, Viral. I honestly thought we might be done for," Vegeta remarked, smiling somberly as he shook his head, "For once I am glad to have been wrong. I suppose now with that creature dead we can focus on the Dragonballs." That was the hope anyways, yet upon noticing approaching powers he again felt a bit of unease. In the state everyone was in a fight now would be very dangerous, and he near demanded they make a hasty retreat until he saw who was approaching. To his elation it was Namekians, the very people they had been searching for prior to this whole mess. With luck they were the peaceful sort and not the kind to exact revenge over defacing part of their planet.

"What do you mean what you are? You're our friend, it doesn't matter what you look like," Yumi retorted, smiling as she followed her friend closely, "Don't think we're going to start fearing you or shunning you for that, no one thinks any less of you. Heck, if anything we're all indebted because you saved our lives, you're a hero!" She'd missed exactly what had gone on in those final moments, but judging by the nasty liquid covering T'charrl she could make a guess. Doing something like that was insanity, yet it had panned out and perhaps ultimately won the fight for them. All the more reason to be at his side and help, she figured, it just wouldn't be right to leave him on his own after all he'd been through. Approaching the water together Yumi watched as he went in, relieved to see the nasty goo was beginning to peel off and float away. Keeping nearer to the shore as not to get it on herself too she perked up as the strangers approached, watching warily at first then smiling seeing them as Namekians. Wonderful, they had found the people they were seeking, or to be correct they had been found. Either way they had what they needed, now hopefully these people would be kind enough to help them out.

Those monsters that had been terrorizing their villages, were they truly gone now? The Namekian was almost too afraid to be so hopeful, yet the proof of it all was right before him. The ruined landscape, the injured fighters, the only explanation he could come up with was they had fought and successfully beaten the beasts. But why? They had no reason to do such a thing, they had no personal gain in slaying them and protecting Namek. Moreover why were they even here? Perhaps it had been for a reason, and the more he considered it the more cynical the Namekian became, worrying that while a favor had been done there would no doubt be a payment demanded in turn. Looking to the young Saiyan for an explanation he frowned listening to Shu talk, finding it a bit difficult to follow. Clearly this boy wasn't the leader, in fact he barely seemed old enough to be out here. "So you killed the creatures... Very well then, and what's this about the ship...?" he asked, looking around the area confused. In the aftermath of Viral's attack he had nigh obliterated the remains of Kiton's vessel, leaving only a few scraps scattered here and there but not much else. "Are you in charge here child? I must speak with whoever leads you."

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Vegeta couldn't help but place blame on himself, certainly no one else here was at fault. He'd been the sole person working towards the cure and it failed, how could anyone else possible be at fault here? He loathed to be in such a pitiful state, but seeing Viral having changed in spite of all he'd tried to do was just shattering. Hardly even able to face Viral he frowned when the Beastman began to chastise him, glancing up somberly as he was berated. "I'm not ashamed of you though... That's the thing. You've shown nothing but progress since this whole venture started, and you have been improving. Though obviously by the current state of things not by enough, meaning the work I did up until now wasn't good enough." He had gone into this project knowing he wouldn't be able to fully solve the problem, and yet being faced with that as a definitive truth now made it no less difficult to accept. Hearing Viral say it made things easier for him was slight condolence, yet it would have to be enough lest he spend the next few hours moping around like a miserable lout. Closing his eyes Vegeta let out a long sigh, shaking his head before smiling faintly and glancing towards the craters behind them. "Seeing how you handled that monster I could never be ashamed of you, nor have I ever been. You're a testament to true strength, you did what none of us could do even in a sick state. And you thought your days of fighting were through."

Shu wasn't the only one that needed to wash up, most everyone was covered in dirt and dried blood at this point. Of course should some of them with open wounds go swimming it would probably be a real pain, literally and figuratively, so maybe best they hold off for now. Takeshi didn't want to keep sitting here either even tired as he was, but he knew there was little option otherwise. Tch, being ordered around by Shu, well this was certainly a change of pace. Smiling slightly the older boy could only resign himself to do as he was told, laying his hands in his lap and watching his sibling. "Alright, alright, you win. I'm not going anywhere buddy, see?" he said, smiling as he held up his hands. No sooner had Shu gone and left did he come back in, evidently in a bit of a fit over some flying green people as he put it. Furrowing his brow confused Takeshi let out a sigh, shaking his head before shrugging his shoulders. "Uh... You told me to sit here, didn't you? That sounds like Namekians, but I can't exactly see anything from here." He could feel some powers coming close though, and they were none he recognized. Either they were the locals coming to investigate or there were yet more people on this planet besides them.

Yumi smiled with relief seeing T'charrl come back to his senses. She had worried for a moment they might have to subdue him, if for his own good, yet he'd come back unto his own. Before she could even begin to inspect any wounds they had to get him clean, as the goo on his body was quite literally going to knock her out it was so foul. "Come on, I'll help you, we'll find some shallow water," she suggested, knowing he had an aversion to getting wet. Waving him on as she started towards the shore Yumi sensed a group of powers fast approaching, pausing in her step and looking to the sky to see the Namekians. What a stroke of luck, the people who they were searching for had come to them, and just in time too! Hopefully they could offer some medical aid too, she wasn't sure what they had done would really suffice for long.

"I don't see the beast anymore, are we certain it was here?" one of the Namekians asked, frowning as he scanned the area below.

"Yes, this is where it was last sighted. Look at all of the damage down there though, and over there," another said, pointing to the group off in the distance, "It seems like they must have been fighting. But did they kill it? There seems to be so few of them..."

"There's only one way to find out. Be on your guard everyone, we don't know who they are yet or why they're here. Until we know for certain don't relax." The one who spoke was the largest of the group, a bit bulky and wearing a set of baggy pants, a gray tunic with a scarf wrapped around his neck, concealing the lower half of his face. One of his eyes were closed with a scar running vertically over it, and one of his antennae was partially missing. Gesturing for everyone to descend he led the way, coming down behind the shuttle as one by one each of the Namekians set foot. Right away he saw Shu and realized what he was, feeling his allies tensing up behind him; a Saiyan here on their world? This couldn't be good, though he seemed a bit young to be conquering them. The others with him, including the two unusual looking ones, just who were they? "You there, boy! Who are you and why are you on our world?"