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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"If that's what you think of as being lucky then sure," Kabocha remarked, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Sure I had an easier time of it because of my birth, but I also had a lot more expectations to live up to. I was above the average strength index when I was born, so they've got me all lined up to be an Elite some day. My father barely missed the mark himself, so they were hopeful with me. That meant I usually had instructors breathing down my neck day in and day out, and when I screwed up, and believe me I screwed up, it was probably ten times worse. Really... When it comes to your father, Shu, it doesn't make a whole ton of difference to him where you've come from. Either you're useful or you're not, and if you're not..." The Saiyan stopped there, making a cutting motion with his thumb across his throat and imitating a tearing sound. Even Shu had to get that reference.

Takeshi glanced at T'charrl's arms for a moment, for the first time showing a bit of uncertainty.Those orbs which had sapped his energy were right there and that was a tiny bit unnerving. He was fair certain that the Prince wouldn't intentionally drain his Ki, but on the flip side of things he didn't seem terribly confident in control over his powers, and as such he could accidentally do it too. Really, he could probably fly back even in this state, so long as he didn't go too fast and took it easy. Added incentive finally came for him to accept the offer in the form of the Queen clearing her throat loudly, rousing him from his silent debate. Paling slightly at making her testy he quickly clambered up into T'charrl's grasp, easing himself awkwardly into his grip. While his stomach wound was healed his legs and shoulder were still in discomfort, and that made it tricky to move much. Still, he managed to do it, and eery orbs aside it was nice to get the pressure off of his body finally.

"Alright... Everyone's waiting on us to get back," Takeshi replied, looking up and smiling faintly. "Uh... No pressure. I mean they're just eager to see you come back in one piece, yeah?" No reason to add on to the stress T'charrl was already feeling after all. "And listen... I really hate to ask this, but I might need one more favor... Can you do one more heal? Not for me, it's for someone else."

"Viral... The rebels are fighting the Saiyans right now, they've got them preoccupied. That means we can deal with other things before and IF we get back into the fight." Vegeta remarked. "I spent the last year helping with rebuilding and training in the event that Saiyans would come back to Earth... Which they did. I hadn't forgotten about you three, neither had Yumi. We just both knew if we went after you any time before recent we'd only get in the way."

During Vegeta's dialogue Yumi had pulled a chair over for herself, placing it at the side of the table and dropping herself down onto it. With her arms draped across the back she rested her chin on her forearm, smiling at Viral kindly as she let her friend finish speaking.

"We got stronger now to come see you two. Really if things hadn't happened the way they did we were going to come out to search anyways, so it works out in the end."

To a small degree it worked out, there were plenty of complications along the way. Namely the three strongest members of their little ensemble being rendered near unable to fight, that was definitely one. There was the small detail of Yumi's being changed into a Beastman as well, a fact made all the more apparent as she twitched her ears reflexively at a small sound outside. Just the wind rustling some trees. Still, perhaps save for her new appearance everything that had happened was reversible and curable, and they were together again. As far as she was concerned their unorthodox search and rescue mission had been a success, and now they just had to work out what was going to happen next.

"So do we really plan on fighting the Saiyans...?" Yumi asked, looking between both of her friends curiously.

Vegeta gave a small nod of his head, placing his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned forward a bit.His lips lifted up into a faint smirk as he regarded Yumi's question, surprised with his own answer.

"Yes, we're going to fight them. I doubt we'll be allied with the rebels again, but that doesn't mean we won't take the fight to the king," he explained, looking down at Viral then. "They're going to pay for what they did to you, and the boys. There's no way any of us are going to let that go unanswered. Besides... I've got to admit, I'm really excited at the thought of a proper battle. I mean the fights on Earth were something, but this..." Vegeta paused, standing upright and shrugging again, letting his hands settle at his side. "This gets my blood going just thinking about it. I'd be disappointed if we didn't take part. But, if we're going to do that then we've all got to be healthy. And that.... Viral, is why we want to help you. Don't think this is holding us back from fighting, we're all happy to wait until everyone is recovered again. The reason we're worried about your condition is because we know you love to fight, and we just want you to be in peak condition to do so."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well... I mean yeah, I just want them to be safe is all. It's not like I need them or anything." Kabocha explained, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders. "Saiyans really only stay with their parents until they're no longer considered babies, then if you're strong you're sent off to train to fight. Weaker ones usually get sent to uh... Other things."

Kabocha stopped himself right there, uneasily glancing over at Kai and Choi. They were two products of not being "prime Saiyan children" and as a result were awfully familiar with the process. Granted they had been made into cooks just as their father had, but comparatively that was a life of luxury. Sure you got treated like crap on near a daily basis, and you would nearly half the day, but you lived in the palace. Even the servant's quarters, while not as lavish as royal ones, were still better than most homes. So long as you kept your nose clean and did as you were told you could arguably live a fairly comfortable life. That was from his perspective anyways, he'd always been of the noble caste and never really had to put much effort into anything. Born strong and with prestige he'd had an easy life by every stretch of the imagination. Seeing now how terrible the Saiyans were though and how much better life could be without the king that life seemed a bit less extravagant. For the first time Kabocha found himself wonder, maybe he'd be better off without all of the accolades? Perhaps he'd be happier just being free, like the twins had been arguing all this time. Weird transition, from parents to freedom, but that was how his mind worked.

Giving up what little Ki there was to spare left Takeshi fairly tired, not that he'd complain. T'charrl was right, fair was fair, and he had healed his wound without being asked to. Now being dangerously low on the energy though his body felt heavy in spite of his most grievous wound being healed. At best he had just enough to fly on back to the house and collapse on the floor next to Shu. Looking down at the Kaesstrian he smiled kindly, giving a thumbs up and small nod of his head.

"Heh... No problem T'charrl, glad to help," Takeshi answered back raggedly. "Going home sounds pretty nice right about now..."

Eslaria watched the two boys for a moment, curious about what was being done. Her eyes widened a bit seeing T'charrl mend a wound so effortlessly, entirely lost as to how that was possible. For all their medical advances they had absolutely nothing that could help someone recover that quickly, not by a long shot. It could be a breakthrough in healing, if not for the fact that it looked to have adverse effects on her son. Almost immediately after closing the wound the Prince looked to be on the point of exhaustion begging about some transfer of energy. Again the Queen was lost, only left to watch in wonderment as Takeshi's hand lit up in a yellow hue, remaining that way for a moment before it disappeared. Whatever he had done left him tired now, yet her son seemed to be fine. Whatever the business with this energy was it was well beyond her knowledge, and she could definitely see it being a curiosity if other people found out about it. Even if they got T'charrl back to normal then he'd be a potential target for prying eyes, and she didn't want that for him.

"We don't have to rush into your future just yet, you know..." Eslaria chided gently, walking up and placing a hand on her son's shoulder. Taking pause she leaned down, grabbing up her sword and sliding it back in the sheath carefully. "For now let's worry about helping your friends okay? We don't have to go making any life changing decisions so soon." After everything he had been through today she was perfectly fine with her son taking a few days off, or even weeks. Whatever time he needed to relax was perfectly allowable.

"You've got an injury Viral that could use attention, and we need to find a way to help your condition," Vegeta said, referring to the Beastman's PTSD. "And there's not going to be beating anyone up, not for a while. A few of us are hurt, and we're going to have more people than we know what to do with soon. Frankly I really don't know what we're planning to do next at all. There's so much happening that it's just all kind of up in the air right now..."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Eh... Parents are okay I guess. I mean they only take care of you for so long, then you're on your own." Kabocha explained, acting as though it was common knowledge. "Really though, the instructors that we're trained by more than do the job. So I guess we really don't need our parents. It's more of a 'leave no man behind' kind of thing. We're saving them on principle alone."

The king was definitely not parent material, even by Saiyan standards. While it wasn't regular to remain in their care for so long Kabocha supposed he and the twins all had someone they could go to, worst case scenario. Takeshi an Shu? Well, unless they wanted to end up as an experiment, or worse yet one of their father's little toys of amusement. He was rather curious about how Earth families worked, yet Shu was hardly a proper source for information. While on the Princes' home world he remembered seeing parents with their kids everywhere, which to them was highly unusual. They knew that humans weren't a particularly powerful race, so maybe the adults had to stay with their young longer for their own protection. Whatever the case it was weird.

Eslaria was terribly displeased with Takeshi's presence here, but couldn't well hit him much as she'd like to. He was for some peculiar reason counted among her son's friends, and if she wanted him to stay relaxed then she had to restrain herself for his sake. Not to say that she didn't send a look of daggers in his direction, making it well known that he'd come at a bad time. It was a good thing he was here to help however, she'd need it. How much use he'd be in his injured state, well that was another matter entirely. At the very least he was here as a friend to provide a little emotional support, and that would have to suffice. Looking back at her son the Queen smiled softly, reaching back and placing one of her hands on his own. It was almost amusing, in a small way, that such a large boy was cowering behind his mother. Endearing too, as it told her she was still his protector. As she was going to speak up on T'charrl's behalf she felt him step away from her, confused as she saw him get to his hands and knees to begin crawling towards the Saiyan.

"T'charrl...? What is it? What are you doing?" Eslaria asked, frowning uncertainly.

Takeshi was wondering the same thing as well, his eyes locked onto T'charrl. This was.... New, definitely new. He really didn't know how to react, and was terribly confused as to why the Kaesstrian was so transfixed on him. At first he thought it might be the sword in his hand, maybe something about it had set him off. It almost looked to be the case as his arm was grabbed, and the Saiyan nearly tore it back out of the Prince's grip. A hand settled then on his stomach too, right over the wound which he'd been safeguarding the most. Having someone touching it made him uneasy, and expecting something painful to be done he turned his head away, gritting his teeth. Great, now the kid was going to maim him and he couldn't well fight back. The claw on his stomach began to heat up, and at first Takeshi thought he was going to have a hole blown clean through him. Surprisingly however the energy wasn't malicious in intent, and only served to help him. A funny feeling below drew his attention down to his stomach, his eyes widening in recognition of what was happening. The feeling of his wound being healed was rather unusual, he could actually feel the skin spreading again and mending itself together. It wasn't just on the surface that the healing took place either. His muscles began to heal as well, and damaged tissue beneath that. Indeed, by the time T'charrl had finished the wound had completely disappeared, not leaving any trace of it being there save for some dried blood. He was healed, or at least that wound was.

"Give you... My energy?" Takeshi mumbled, still taken aback by what just happened. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked down at T'charrl, biting his lip hesitantly. "Sure... I don't know how much I can spare, but I'll do what I can." Leaning over with considerable ease now the Saiyan placed a hand on the Prince's shoulder, closing his eyes to focus. Ki would race down his arm, gather at his palm and gradually making it glow. With careful attention Takeshi managed to transfer it over, continuing the process until he could feel his own energy dipping dangerously low.

Drawing back his hand he exhaled deeply, stumbling a bit and again catching himself on a tree. There was a touch of sweat on his face now, and his breathing had grown heavier, but really he was just tired. "That do anything?"

"We're not running off like criminals! And it's not like we're leaving right this instant!" Yumi pouted, getting defensive as she placed her hands on her hips. "We just helped these people finish their war, peacefully, we're anything but criminals!"

"Uh... Yumi? He was making a comparison. We're not actually criminals, he knows that..."

Abashed and embarrassed by her small snap Yumi hid her face for a second, cheeks heating to a soft red. When she removed her hands a meek smile lingered on her lips, and she folded her hands once more behind her back, looking at Viral apologetically.

"Right... The plan..." Vegeta continued, running a hand through his hair. "Once T'charrl gets back here, and provided he's healthy enough, we're going to save the squad's family. Takeshi made a promise to help them I guess, and he's making good on it. So once all those people are safe we're going to get off this planet, probably with everyone else on board as well. We're going to go find a proper doctor, someone who can help you, and Shu too I suppose. After that... Well, that's about as far as we've planned," he admitted, smiling faintly, "I don't even know where the doctor is going to be."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Ah come on, you're brother is too stubborn for anything bad to happen to him," Kabocha quipped, smiling slightly. He reached down to punch Shu's shoulder playfully but stopped himself, thinking better of it. Probably best he doesn't give Takeshi a reason to kill him when he got back. "T'charrl's going to be fine too. Everything's going to be just great, so don't sweat it."

The balancing act of keeping Shu calm was already proving to be a headache. Their fear of the boy was grossly exaggerated, but as far as the squad was concerned he might go ape at any moment, and at least in Kabocha's mind he wanted to prevent that at all costs. Tucking his hands away in his pockets he swayed back and forth on his feet a little, wondering just what to do now. Really until the Prince came back and got their parents here their part was done with. Considering how big of a fit that the kid had been throwing the chances of him coming back any time soon were not terribly likely unfortunately. Best get used to being in this house, he mused a tad bitterly. Could be worse... He could be back in the king's command, there was always a worse.

The simple act of being able to hold her son again was by far the greatest delight of the day. The General's capture and the end to the war was a great achievement to be sure, but this eclipsed that completely. The moment that she held him was so emotionally straining and touching that for the first time in a very great while Eslaria felt tears threatening to roll onto her cheeks. Vigorously she blinked them back, not wanting to alarm the Prince with any unusual emotional displays. When his arms wrapped around her and he began to plead for help that's when her heart finally gave in and melted, the ice sheath that surrounded it from the long, stressful war vanishing immediately. Taking a secure hold of her son she reached up, near having to get on her toes as she stroked the back of her head, emitting a low, soft humming sound similar to a coo as she tried to soothe him.

"Don't be scared, little Prince, it's going to be okay," the Queen whispered, her own voice taught with emotion. "We'll find out what this is, and we'll help get you back to your old self. Renthal is the best doctor we have, he'll have you cured in no time darling." Even as she spoke it the words didn't sound very hopeful to her. True, Renthal was a wizard in medicine, but this was like nothing they had ever seen before. It was very likely that nothing in their arsenal of natural remedies, or even any of their technological cures could fix this change. So what could then?

Takeshi flew rather slowly as he searched for the Queen and T'charrl, being mindful to scan the area as carefully as possible. His body was still relatively weak, and every time he had to land to gather more energy he nearly collapsed. He wanted to be of use though, to someone, and who better than the friend of his kid brother. It was a beautiful thing, the medicine that the Prince had given him earlier. Despite having open wounds they did not bleed at all, nor did they really hurt. There was only a dull ache where the injuries sat, yet aside from that it was almost as if he had no wounds whatsoever. It would be a while yet until his Ki was able to fully recover from all of this, right now his body too busy mending to create proper amounts. That was fine though, the fighting was over with, and shy of this flight he really had no use of it. The search was proving to be relatively fruitless, after all it was a large forest to cover in a single man search. Eventually he got lucky though, stumbling across a series of trees that had been unnaturally scraped and bent, along with the occasional tuft of fur clung to a bush or low branch. It was hard to picture what T'charrl had become to cause this, not to mention the footprints he was seeing imbedded in the ground. Inhaling deeply to stave off the dull throbbing in his gut a bit longer Takeshi kept flying ahead, hopeful to find the Prince soon.

"Ruined my plans...? What are you..." Eslaria looked up at her son dishearteningly, frowning for a moment as she mulled over what he said. When it finally dawned on her she smiled sympathetically, shaking her head and once more lifting a hand to rub his cheek.

"Those aren't important now, don't worry about those. All that matters to me is your well being, understand? I only care about you, an getting you home safely. Whatever happens later will happen, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."'

As she consoled her son she picked up the sound of crunching leaves an branches, her antennae twitching irritably at the noise. Freezing in her spot one of her lower hands immediately went for her belt, and after removing a dagger she put an arm before T'charrl, stepping in front of him to confront whoever was there. When she spun about she was all ready to fight, only to stare angrily at Takeshi when she spotted him standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. They were in the middle of a rather important discussion and he had to bumble in here, and for what? Sighing softly she lowered her dagger, though she kept an arm out protectively before her son.

"What is it...? I didn't ask for anyone to come with me."

Takeshi smiled apologetically, nodding his head as he reached his free hand out to support himself against a tree. Well she hadn't attacked him, so that wasn't a good thing.

"I know ma'am, and I'm sorry... I just wanted to see if I can be of any help." Looking at the large Kaesstrian behind the Queen he put two and two together, and reflexively his eyebrows rose a bit in surprise. "T'charrl...? Uh... Can I help with anything?"

"We never said you were a child, and we're certainly not implying that you are." Vegeta replied gently, securing the new bandages. "You were only out for about two hours, that's all. But a lot has happened between then and now, and unfortunately I don't know the whole story. But we'll try to fill you in where we can."

Between Yumi and Vegeta they provided all the facts about what had happened as best they could. They knew the General was beaten, the squad had helped T'charrl do it, and now the Prince had run off to the woods for whatever reason. They were careful to avoid anything that involved Viral's own situation, namely the nightmares that he had been having. There was concern between both of them over that, and his quip about their behavior towards him was a fair one. Really they were the closest people that he had when it came to family, so justifiably to them it was normal behavior. For someone unaccustomed to it however it definitely came across as unusual or unnecessary. Nonetheless, they expressed their concern, albeit in a reigned-in manner.

"That's everything we know. Provided that T'charrl comes back soon, and he's healthy," Vegeta continued, pausing as he rubbed at his chin, "I imagine we'll be out of here before the day is over. Then we can find someone to really heal you and the boys up, and we'll be on our way."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

This time around it was Kabocha's turn to dope slap Choi, hitting him upside the back of the head with a small smack. They had all thought that Shu changing would be bad, but everyone else had enough tact not to say it. Even as indirectly as that, he'd still come out and said it. Giving Shu an uneasy glance the other Saiyan smiled, walking to the edge of the couch. Hesitantly he reached down, patting the Prince's head before withdrawing his hand again and taking a small step back. It was really hard to feel at ease around this kid, and when T'charrl had just transformed into some kind of creature it didn't bode well. At least the kid was fairly calm right now albeit confused. So long as they kept him that way they should be okay.

"He's going to be fine, that's that. His mom just went to find him and your brother probably just went to do the same thing, so don't worry."

If this was what Shu was like constantly it was no wonder Takeshi was always acting irritatingly cheerful. The slightest thing got him all depressed, and frankly it was bumming Kabocha out. He could understand it if Shu was a little kid, but really he wasn't. There was only a few years gap between all of them, so it wasn't as if they were that different in that regard. The maturity gap between them and the younger Prince was astounding though, and if he didn't know better he'd put Shu's age around eight or so. If this was what having a sibling was like then he was pretty glad he was an only child.

Eslaria kept as still as she could during the embrace, only moving her hand in a gentle stroking motion. It may not help anything other than calm T'charrl's nerves, but until they had another means of helping she'd settle for that much. By the sounds that she could make out he seemed to be settling down, definitely nowhere near as panicked as he had been. Well that was a welcome relief, she could do that much for him at least. Giving him another hug she paused when he began to shift, almost worried that he was going to take off and try to run away again. That didn't turn out to be the case, the truth was more startling than that. She could feel his muscles begin to shift beneath his skin, a rather unsettling feeling at that. Uncertain what was going on she removed her arms from around him, backing off a little ways for somewhat of a safety margin. What she witnessed had her just as shocked as upon first seeing her child lumbering over him. By some inexplicable cause the Prince began to shrink, losing a great deal of muscle mass and regaining his familiar features and even his fur to a smaller degree had come back, though he retained a fair many of his new ones too. Even so, it was more like her son than the creature before, and that had her elated.

With a bright smile she landed noiselessly on her feet, glancing up at her son adoringly. He was still taller than she was, though only by a head this time, far more manageable. With a slimmer frame she could now approach him easily, and without a single word she wrapped her arms around his midsection, mindful of the odd orb protruding from his chest. She didn't know what it was, or the other ones for that matter, and couldn't care to ask. At the present the only thing that concerned her was getting her child back, enough to a point where he was himself again. After simply holding him the Queen looked up, smiling sadly as she gazed into T'charrl's eyes. He may look different, but this was irrefutably her little Prince.

"There's by boy..." Eslaria remarked cheerfully, reaching up and patting his cheek. "Welcome back."

Yumi smiled brightly when Viral finally came to, clasping his paw in both of her hands. He'd woken from whatever torment he'd been sleeping through, relatively easily at that. She wanted to be supportive of him and make sure he was okay, but upon noting the trickle of drool on the corner of his mouth she had to take one hand back, covering her own mouth to stifle a giggle. Viral never drooled, certainly not in his sleep. Even if he had been having a nasty nightmare there was something humorous in this. Settling herself back down she released Viral's paw, tucking her own hands behind her back and swaying a little on the spot that she stood. Beaming down at him with an innocent smile she figured she might as well justify his mumblings with a response.

"Good morning sleepy head, sorry for waking you. You didn't seem fine though, you were having a bad dream." Yumi explained, doing her best to somber up a bit. "And... There may have been a small earthquake not ten minutes ago. So Vegeta and I figured we'd come in and check on you, make sure that you were okay."

"Which you seem to be doing fine," Vegeta added, smiling slightly as he replaced Viral's bandages onto the wound. "We'll give you some new ones in a bit, but your injury is already beginning to heal up. I'd say give it a few more hours and it may even close, depending on how your healing is acting. While I've got you here, is there anything else that is bugging you?"

Far From Home

That sounds epic ^^ Poor Kenshin though D:

And yeah, now that we've gotten Yari's death done we'll be slowing the pace a little. There's plenty to do still though :D

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Your friend's gonna be fine Shu, don't worry." Kabocha said, turning back to the younger Prince. Oh great, now the weird one was going to freak out and change too. The latter part of the question was well beyond him, and all he could do was heft his shoulders in reply. "How should I know? It just did... Besides, the place it sprouted up was crappy anyways. Heck, it looks better now than it did before. I'd say there's nothing to worry about it." Nodding his head in Shu's direction he looked to either of the twins, hoping for someone to back him up. The last thing he wanted was Shu going all ape on them and having an episode.

Eslaria wanted to console T'charrl anyway she could, he definitely looked like he needed it. Since his size was much too large to hug all she could do was give his shoulder a rub, offering a gentle smile in tandem. Seeing him now for what he was it was difficult to keep the same hope of reverting him back to his former self. It was a very drastic change, and whether it was irreversible or not was doubtful. In truth she'd always see him as her son, but for obvious reasons being any real kind of mother to someone this... Large was going to pose problems. Namely feeding him, as no doubt his appetite had expanded along with the rest of him. Sure enough he opted to show her his newly found hunger, letting out a disdainful sound before getting back to his feet. Watching in silent awe as he uprooted and proceeded to devour it whole she couldn't well think of how they were going to help that. Desperate to do something though she couldn't just stand there either, not while her son was suffering.

"You're going to be okay," Eslaria reaffirmed, spreading her wings and slowly rising up. "We'll help you T'charrl, don't worry."

Moving her smaller self over she hovered near her son's head for a moment, hesitant to get close to him based on how erratic his behavior was right now. Exhaling softly she moved closely, putting her arms around his shoulder as she nestled her own head into his tufts of fur. It was a peculiar feeling, but she knew she had to seem embracing to get him to calm down. She had to show he was still her boy, even if he thought he wasn't. After hugging his shoulder for a moment she lifted her head to look at him, smiling sweetly as she stroked his arm.

"I suppose I can't call you my little Prince right now..." Eslaria mused, laughing shortly and shaking her head. "But I will be able to soon, and then we'll help your friends and go home. Everything is over darling, you don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm not going to hurt you, and I know you won't hurt me."

Vegeta watched curiously as Takeshi flew out of the house, not even bothering to ask where he was off to. Considering the Queen had just gone off in the same direction it was fairly obvious he was going after her for whatever reason, and knowing full well telling him otherwise was a waste he let it be. Besides, there were other things that needed his attention, namely their friend still laid out in the kitchen. The tremor hadn't done any noticeable damage to the house, but still, it was worthwhile to make sure that Viral was okay. Turning his head to look at Yumi he gave her arm a nudge, gesturing to the house over his shoulder.

"Come on, we're not needed out here. Give me a hand with Viral?"

Yumi nodded, all the willing to make herself of some use. Together with Vegeta they went back inside, bypassing the family room where Shu and the squad were completely to go right to the kitchen. There, to both of their relief, was the Beastman unharmed from the tremors. However all did not seem well with him, there was a distinguished look of anguish on his face. Vegeta took that as a sign to immediately check his wounds, and she watched just off to the side as he peered beneath the bandages. The wounds from before had already begun to heal, albeit at a marginally small pace. If it was indeed the injury healing then they weren't about to do much about it, it'd be silly to agitate a closing wound just because of discomfort. Yumi passed a glance over the rest of his being, checking for any other causes for his distress until settling on his face. She saw that his eyes were closed, and when reaching down to touch his cheek they remained closed. She wondered if he might be unconscious at first, but then he'd not be thrashing about. So he was having a nightmare then.

Biting her lip nervously Yumi reached down, grabbing up one of Viral's paws in her hands. They shouldn't wake him up, since didn't he heal when he was asleep? Yet this didn't seem like a restful slumber, not with all the tossing and turning. Relaying her worries to Vegeta with a silent glance he gave a curt nod in reply, giving the go ahead to rouse the Beastman. Keeping one hand on his paw she reached down again, using just her fingers to pat his cheek to try and get him to come to. At the same time she gave his hand intermittent squeezes, not wanting to do anything too drastic and risk hurting her friend.

"Viral? Viral wake up!" Yumi was, however, far more liberal in how she used her voice. She raised it a fair bit, not quite shouting but definitely louder than a whisper. "You're okay, wake up!"

Until the End (Scout and Vena Sera)

"It is! It's suuuuper beautiful." Hana exclaimed, her eyes shining brightly as she balled up her hands again. "I wish I could show you some pictures of where we stay, I bet you'd like it!"

Hana was becoming exceptionally excited, as was usual with her. Minding that Lily was present though she reigned in her temperament a bit, even if a bright smile lingered. She had intended to go on, but her sister and Hanta had their own conversation, and at some point she opted to chime in on theirs, curious about what they had to say. The way her sister explained things was so... Lackluster, but it was to the point. It wasn't disappointing for those two probably, but for her it wasn't very fun. She'd have gone on about the travel, about how romantic their parents are, and all the places they've gone and the things they've seen. Just saying they "traveled" seemed like a half-baked explanation, but since the question had been answered she kept quiet. Just as well, since the food was being brought to them not a second later, and with renewed enthusiasm Hana began to eat her fill.

It was wonderful having Komada around already, Hana had decided. She loved Lily with all her heart and liked being with her too, but this was like a long lost friend to her. She and the other girl were kicking things off splendidly, and she was nearly choking now as she giggled in delight, the two of them racing to eat their food. She was elated to be eating this; a simple brown grain similar to rice and a little bit of pork. The meat was seared a bit too much for her normal tastes, but with all of the droll bread meals they'd had of late this was like a cuisine. The meal was delightful, right up until the point in which her sister decided to speak up about their detestable table manners. Or, to be more exact, she criticized Komada's. Pausing in her own eating the younger of the twins looker to her sibling in surprise, frowning as she put her chopsticks down and let out a huff.

"That's not very nice Lily!" Hana whined, crossing her arms. "We were just having fun."

Hanta, who had been silently eating his own plate of noodles, stopped immediately as Lily critiqued Komada. Sure, she could get a little overzealous when eating, but it was nothing that terrible. Certainly not being worthy of being called a pig over, that was just unnecessary. Swallowing back a mouthful he frowned, giving Lily a testy glance as she continued on. From insulting his friend to questioning them, it was a godsend she had her sister along with her, he reflected. A bit cruel, but otherwise he could see this girl having a great bit of trouble making friends. They'd only just met, after all, and she was being downright rude to them. Well, if she wanted answers he'd give them to her, if only so they could get back to eating in peace. His stomach growled almost in protest as he set down his chopsticks, setting a steady gaze on Lily as he spoke.

"You're right, we're not siblings. I don't recall ever saying we were." Then again, Komada did often refer to him as 'onii-chan', right in front of these two. Therein was the confusion then, understandably so. Sighing to himself Hanta rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands together and resting his chin on top of them, giving Lily a disinterested gaze. "She and I are friends, we have been for most of our lives. She calls me onii-chan as a term of endearment because of that, and I'm okay with it. I guess you could say we're close enough to be adopted siblings, but really there's no relation."

Picking up his chopsticks again he gathered up a bit of noodles, or rather pushed them around on his plate for a moment. He knew he should drop the subject, but having Komada insulted so casually didn't sit well with him at all. Taking his green eyes off of his meal he glanced again at Lily, his lips curing back slightly in a snide smile as he raised his chopsticks, waving a bit of noodles about as a little irritant.

"Even if Komada does act like a pig..." Hanta continued, pausing only to take a bit of food, intentionally speaking with his mouth open, "At least she's an agreeable person. I'd gladly sit with her any day and talk, because she's pleasant like that. You... Maybe five minutes?" Komada might be surprised then, namely because he was always rather polite, and even if he didn't tote it like Lily did he took pride in his manners at the table. Even so, insulting her was crossing a line, one that he was fiercely defensive of.

Hana blinked a few times in surprise, shocked that Hanta had essentially insulted her sister. It was justified she supposed, but wow... No one ever spoke to Lily like that. Normally because she was a pretty scary person when she got angry, and most people learned better rather quickly. Looking between the lone boy of the group and her sister she bit her lip, fidgeting at the awkward silence that came on. Not wanting any part of what might happen next she began to eat again, far slower and tamer than she had been moments ago though.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

The sword would definitely take some getting used too, but it seemed too neat to pass up. Shu had his staff now, Viral had his cleaver. Vegeta didn't have a weapon, but hell, he could make one, and Yumi was basically feral. He'd certainly never speak that last bit out loud, he mused. Point being was he lacked anything distinguishing, and this sword was just what he needed. Until he used it in combat Takeshi knew he wouldn't appreciate fully what he had in his hand, but he'd cross that bridge when it came to. For now he was just going to enjoy looking at it. Even as novice as he was he was confident it was a work of art, definitely moreso than some of the swords he had seen before. He didn't quite know what to do with it at the moment, having a lack of anywhere to store something like this. Irritatingly Kai thought he'd be funny and give him a sarcastic response.

"Ha ha ha... Very funny Kai. I know how a sword works," Takeshi replied, narrowing his eyes at the other boy. "I mean I don't have a sheath or anything for it. I guess I will have to get one made though... Carrying it around as is probably won't sit well with most people." Shaking his head at the thought the Saiyan carefully set his sword down on the coffee table, returning his gaze to the group once again. "Seriously though... Where did T'charrl go? Why did he run into the woods?"

Kabocha returned Kai's angry glare, really not wanting to spill the beans. The three of them all knew how the guy could get, and this was definitely going to be something that he'd flip over. When prompted to reply again he knew full well that the twins weren't going to say a word, meaning he had to come up with a response. Sighing softly he adjusted his weight on his feet, crossing his arms and looking at Takeshi. Right as the Prince looked his way he cringed, even though the look was only one of questioning.

"Well... Like we said he ran off into the woods... Cuz he's kinda..." Kabocha took a pause, biting his lip as he looked away again. "Well... He turned into a creature and freaked out. We didn't stop him... We really didn't know what to do, so we brought the General here instead."

There was an awkward moment of silence after that as no one said anything. Kabocha only stood there as Takeshi kept looking at him, fidgeting uneasily in his spot until he finally had to look away. The accompanying sound then of the sword scraping as it was lifted off the table made him jump in surprise, taking a step back and putting his hands up defensively. He thought he was going to be beset upon by an angry Saiyan, but instead he blinked in confusion and watched as the injured boy walked right on by him, leaving the room wordlessly. Exchanging uncertain looks with the twins and Shu he took a moment's pause before grabbing Takeshi by the shirt, his brow furrowed together in confusion.

"Where the heck are you going? You're hurt!" His hand was shrugged free from the shirt, and Kabocha was left standing there with a confused expression.

"I'm going to go help, what do you think?" Takeshi muttered, glancing over his shoulder at his friend. He didn't look particularly angry, if anything upset. With a hand still on his stomach he used his shoulder to push open the door, staggering outside before slowly lifting off the ground and starting to fly off into the woods. He'd keep the sword, if only in case more of the General's men might be lurking about and he'd need it. With the guy in question bound not too far off though he doubted they'd try raiding the house so soon. Besides, the squad was there, he could leave in good conscience knowing everyone there would be safe.

Eslaria found herself frozen in her spot, looking up a the hulking creature that was her son. She couldn't find it in her to do much of anything other than gawk, even as he reached down for her. Whatever he was intending to do, hurt her or reach for help, she couldn't lift so much as a finger. There was a definite shock factor at seeing her child like this, so deformed and twisted, it broke her heart. Before the massive claws wrapped around her tiny frame they retracted, and in a fit of confusion she watched as T'charrl toppled back into a tree, tearing the plant down with ease. The Queen cringed as her son stumbled about, watching somberly as he finally came crashing down, tumbling to the ground sorrowfully. It was still unsettling to see him this way, but it was becoming apparent that it was still indeed her son. The way he was cowering on the ground, and even the small sounds of distress he was making, all of it reassured her that her child was indeed still in there.

"T'charrl... I'm here..." she said softly, slowly approaching the mutated Kaesstrian. "There's no reason to be afraid." Tentatively she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a small rubbing, offering a tiny smile. "Your mother is here darling. You're going to be okay, understand me?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"What do you mean he ran off...? Where is he?" Takeshi asked, earnestly bewildered. He didn't think the kid was going to up and disappear, not after such a big event. "And how come you three didn't try to stop him?"

This was going to end so badly for all of them if the Queen found out. Though come to think of it they had probably seen her first, and yet here they all were, relatively unharmed. Had she gone off to look for her son then? This was driving him nuts not knowing the details, he hated having to sit things out. In spite of his injuries he was a fair bit tempted to go out and search to, wanting to do something besides lay about all day. As prideful as he was though he recognized he'd be slow, and only a nuisance to whoever else might be searching. Begrudgingly the best thing he could do he realized was stay put and wait it out. Expressing his disappointment in a sigh Takeshi raised his head when Kai approached, his eyes immediately going to the two swords. They were the General's, or at least one was that he recognized immediately.

"What do I get a prize for...?" the Saiyan chimed, frowning as he gave Kai a funny look. "I didn't do anything. You guys keep them, you earned them after all. It'd be a waste not to take them, they're pretty cool."

Still, he had been eyeballing them since day one, and perhaps a bit naively thought they would be neat to have. He'd never held one before, let alone used one in combat, but he was willing to give it a try. Gritting his teeth behind a small smile Takeshi leaned down, snatching up one of the swords in his left hand carefully. It was relatively light, yet he gave the handle a squeeze and was surprised by how sturdy it felt. The blade in of itself was tempered from a light blue material, perhaps three quarters of a meter in length. Its edges were straight as can be, meeting at the tip in a broad albeit sharp point. The hilt in of itself was impressive too, made from a material he couldn't quite recognize. It didn't feel metallic, yet had a cool feeling to the touch and looked like steel. The hand guard was a simple elliptical piece of the same material, and the grip was wrapped in a red cloth. It was a pretty looking sword, if nothing else. Turning his body away from the others he raised it up, giving it two quick strokes before smiling thoughtfully. He had no clue how to use it, but he'd keep it.

"On second thought... I'll take this one. Don't have a clue how to fight with one, but I can always learn..." Takeshi took a pause, frowning before looking over at the twins and Kabocha, flushing slightly. "Uh... How do you carry one of these?"

This was not comforting at all. What if something had incapacitated T'charrl? He could be out in the forest somewhere, unable to move or speak, and she wouldn't be able to find him. The Queenly front that she presented before others quickly melted away in solitude, giving way to a more sincere and open motherly concern. She still gripped her sword confidently, but there was a clear look of worry and concern on her face. The Prince had already been lost once, and nearly died from it. He was still recovering, and it was very questionable whether or not he'd be able to survive a second time. The General had been beaten, they had won. She didn't want the victory to be also the day that her son was lost to them, she refused to let that happen. Eslaria silently vowed not to stop looking until she found her son, or until Garesh or Katas came back to drag her home.

It wasn't T'charrl's voice that would eventually reply to the Queen's pleas. Rather, the sound of trees breaking and limbs snapping met the silence, and it didn't sound too far off at all. Alerted to the crashing sounds she spun about on her heels, raising the sword in both hands as she expected a beast to be bearing down on her. What she saw though was not a beast, at least not one that she readily recognized. Really she had no clue what it was she was looking at, only that it was unnerving. The creature, whatever it was, looked like an unusually large Kaesstrian. Everything about it screamed unnatural though, from its bulbous muscle mass to its unrivaled height, there was no way that it could be normal. What's more it was looking down at her, much like a predator did to its prey right before the kill. It was a sickening, feral look that told her she was in a great bit of danger. Eslaria, warrior queen of the Kaesstrians, felt her body chill and her heart near stop in her chest, what was this thing? Fighting her nerves to stand her ground her eyes slowly looked over the beast, trying to place just what it was. As her eyes settled on its face once more she stared for a moment, hoping to find something noteworthy there. It was then realization set in, and in shock her arms lowered themselves, her eyes wide as she felt the fight drain right out of here. It couldn't be him, there was just no way. Yet the features, and even to a degree the coloration of the fur, there was no mistaking it.

"T'charrl....?" she whispered hoarsely, dropping her sword. "Is that you...?"