Chi-Chi growled as she watched her husband go outside and greet that woman, hugging her warmly before she suddenly grabbed him and gave him a noogie. The long haired hussy who dressed like her for some strange reason showed up every weekend, and she and her husband would disappear for hours. Every weekend, she would try to get her husband to stay, but he'd go anyways, telling her that she was being mean. She had tried to follow them any number of times, but they simply flew off just about every time she did so.

The only reason she stayed with Goku, was their son. Little Gohan would need both of his parents in order to grow up well adjusted. Gohan would need to be well adjusted if he was to get far in life.

This time, Goku and the Hussy were flying off to her father's sensei's place and they were bringing her poor innocent Gohan along for the ride. They had offered to bring her, but she had refused, stating that she had chores to complete here. She wasn't in the mood to watch her husband and that woman flirt with each-other all afternoon.

&!&!&

A year later, she was at the hospital with her family. Her poor little Gohan and her jerk of a husband were asleep, leaving her with nothing to do. Knowing that the other woman - who had also been injured in the battle with the Saiyans - was a couple rooms away with her son's uncle/kidnapper - who had had the crap beaten out of him by the hussy - who had somehow been wished back when they had attempted to get both Goku and that woman back in time for the fight, she decided to go over there and finally give them a piece of her mind.

As she stormed into the room, and opened her mouth to yell something that she never ever wanted her little Gohan to hear at any time during his lifetime she heard the woman say "That's her."

The long haired man who her husband had explained was an older sibling and then promptly refused to acknowledge as a relation looked her up and down and grinned before saying "I see what you mean."

The two of them had been talking about her, probably saying the most horrible things. Her anger immediately flew past the yelling and violence stage, and reached the point where she was almost unnaturally calm. How dare that woman and that monster talk about her behind her back! Her expression turned to one Goku knew well enough to run away from. While on the surface it looked almost sweet, underneath it was entirely ice and it tended to chill any room she was in by at least ten degrees.

"Oh, and what exactly does she mean." she said in the falsely sweet tone of voice that sent her jerk of a husband running for the hills every time.

"That our idiot brother really lucked out when he got you as a wife." the long haired male - whose name if she remembered correctly was Raditz - said completely oblivious to the danger signals she had been giving off.

"Our?" she said completely thrown.

She looked between the two Saiyans occupying the room's two beds. Both had the same long, insanely spiky black hair, and both possessed several similar features. In fact, one almost looked like a female version of the other. As she studied them further, she noticed something about their eyes, jawlines, cheekbones, and ears that reminded her of someone else, a certain someone who was occupying a room with her little Gohan.

She'd wasted the last six years being jealous of her sister-in-law. A sister-in-law who had apparently admired her enough to decide to dress like her. All those hugs...all those play fights...all those games of flying tag that she'd cried over in the darkest hours of the night as Goku slept on the couch innocent and apparently ignorant of what she'd been accusing him of...they hadn't been... She wished the floor would open up and swallow her.