Tebee scrubbed at the speck of food that had dried on the plate. The water was warm, and she liked making the soapy bubbles float around but this sucked. Chi-Chi and Tebee had stared awkwardly at each other after Bulam fled, until Chi-Chi demanded that Tebee do dishes. Tebee had watched her mother wash plates, and even helped before but she never liked domestic things. She sighed as she placed the plate to dry.

"So what did you do?" Chi-Chi asked loudly as she entered the kitchen.

"Hm? What?"

"I mean why'd you get dropped off here? Bulma put up with Yamcha and now Vegeta. She even put up with Goku before I married him. If she can deal with that, and be ok then you must have done something awfully bad."

Tebee let the rag sink down in the soapy water, turning her head to look at Chi-Chi. She had jet black hair and ebony eyes. She could be a Saiyan, she looked like one. She could have passed for one, if she weren't beautiful. She lacked that "brutish beauty" many had said Tebee possessed. Her rough look, her lack of care for femininity. She now wondered if that was code for "you're ugly and look like a brute". Tebee glanced at one of the locks of her spiky hair. It has such character, such personality, her mother would say against the remarks, as she struggled to brush her daughter's hair into something pretty. Her hair refused to be tamed at all costs. The brush, she remembered, broke.

"Hmmm. I don't think I did do anything wrong." She scoffed.

"That's not right at all. What, did you break something or eat all of their food?" Chi-Chi interrogated, walking to the sink.

"Well...hm. The last conversation we had was about...about uhm, Camisole." Tebee concluded as she recalled the name.

"You two argued over an undergarment?"

"No. She is Bulma's dead baby that she had with my Prince. Prince Vegeta." She picked up a mug.

Chi-Chi slammed her hand down on the counter, her other hand on her hip. She was angry, and confused, she could see it clearly on her face. Tebee had dropped the mug back in the sink, jumping back from Chi-Chi and ready to fight her.

"What do you mean?" She roared, "how could they have a baby? They hate each other! Furthermore, she lost it and you say it as if it were a card or something!"

Tebee blinked. She took it in, she understood, but she was also evaluating that these species of women loved to yell and ask many questions while doing it. Chi-Chi twitched her fingers that were resting on the counter. She scoffed at Tebee before sitting down at the table. She ran her milky white hands through her bangs, sighing. Tebee remained where she was, only dropping her stand when Chi-Chi threw her head back and over the chair.

"Actually though...I think she's trying to keep Vegeta for herself you see. When my planet was attacked, my home, he declared me his mate. Actually...maybe Saiyan males can take more than one mate? Still, I refuse to consent to that and..."

"What? What is any of that!? You've got some bad priorities." Chi-Chi lulled with her head still thrown back.

Tebee joined her at the table on the opposite side of her. She crossed her legs, resting her head in her hand. Chi-Chi didn't moved, she did raise her head, but remained slightly slouched. Tebee tapped her index finger on her cheek. What was the best way to explain any bit of her past so this woman understood?

"He attacked my planet. He declared me his mate. I was placed in a ship and the next I new I was waking up somewhere odd. I smelled him, but what I really smelled was Bulma. Then I learned of her child and that the relationship with Vegeta is nothing more than a stupid fling. Granted I feel nothing towards him, he killed my family, but there is my purpose and I need to have one."

Chi-Chi inhaled deeply, staring at Tebee. She looked tired, almost sick.

"I never even knew Bulma was pregnant. But then again she never really met Gohan until he was about 5 or so. I also never knew she was with that man. He tried to kill us all years ago. Nearly 3 years ago." She sounded far away

"3 years ago? He tried to destroy this place?" Tebee asked, her brow furrowed.

"Yep. But my Goku stopped him." Chi-Chi said, as if faraway.

Tebee slid her pinky fingernail into her mouth to chew on. If he tried to destroy this place, but had managed to destroy her planet then...she tried to do that math. That meant Vegeta had come here after shipping her off? Yet she was here now, 3 years after the fact he tried to destroy this planet. So that meant, somehow, Tebee was 3 years behind Vegeta's course and had been bouncing around in her space pod in a frozen sleep? The realization flung straight into the front of Tebee's mine, she clamped her sharp teeth down on her nail. It broke into her mouth and in shock at her new knowledge, she spat it away onto the floor.

"I'm 31!" She cried.

Chi-Chi rolled her head up, glaring at Tebee.

"What is wrong with you? You pretty much stab at the greatest wound a woman can have, but are more concerned with a marriage proposal and your age?"

Tebee swirled in hair chair a few times, confused about nearly everything. Chi-Chi watched her, cautiously, as Tebee continued to fret. How could that be? That would mean I was gone somewhere 3 years! So did that mean Vegeta thought her dead and moved onto the human? What about her planet? He declared her his mate as the blood of her loved ones seeped into the ground. It was there that she had purpose, something now that everything else was gone. She wasn't too much of a Saiyan to even think about trying to get revenge. She knew she'd be dead in a heartbeat. Wasn't it the same now though? She paused in her chair, staring at the table. Bulma. She had taken her place, what place did Tebee have? If she hadn't been a half Saiyan, if she hadn't been just good enough for the mass murderer, then she'd be dead too. Where was fate taking her now?

"Poor Bulma. Surrounded by idiots too consumed by their own agenda. I hope she doesn't stay with that man, but it's not really my place to say anything."

"She didn't seem too happy to admit it was Vegeta's baby either." Tebee added, not paying too much attention.

"I can see why. I still don't trust him. She needs better if you ask me, not sure if that means Vegeta." Chi-Chi nodded.

Tebee looked up at Ch-Chi. That's right! I'd decided to spare Bulma her pain and agony of being with someone like him. How could I forget?! Warmth and relief washed over Tebee. She'd forgotten, but she'd found a way to have a new purpose.

"I can help." Tebee smiled.

Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow to the woman.

"I was his mate, I'll resume my place. I can help spare Bulma from living a life with him."

"No. I think you're not getting it. I wasn't being serious as in we take action, not right now. Let Bulma do what Bulma does. She'll be fine eventually."

Tebee was agitated by this, she wanted to convince Chi-Chi that the Saiyan she met during the death of her planet would crush Bulma for anything he felt was wrong. That Bulma was in danger just by being near him. He'd probably strangle her with his tail if anything went wrong.

"That's enough gossip for tonight." Chi-Chi decided.

Tebee remained where she was, watching Chi-Chi stretch as she got up from her chair.

"I'll ready Gohan's room. I don't think they'll be back anytime soon. Stupid androids." She mumbled and left.

Tebee thought about Bulma. She wondered if she was ok, and maybe she really didn't want to be with Vegeta. Maybe she wasn't keeping him to herself. Perhaps, she was terrified of him. That could be why she made no contact to him to let him know Tebee was here.

"Stop you'll burn the onions. Do it like this." Chi-Chi smiled.

She was taking Tebee on a crash course cooking class. So far, Tebee was doing all right. It was just the vegetables that gave her some trouble. She'd successfully made pancakes, a big bowl of rice, a plate of noodles, accidentally made a fruit puree that they decided would go on the pancakes and nothing was broken yet. Though a spoon was accidentally bent. When they were content with their food, they moved to the table to eat. Chi-Chi sighed as Tebee shoveled her mountain sized helping into her mouth.

"As always, enormous appetites."

Tebee blinked as she chewed her food, glancing at Chi-Chi's tiny portion. She wondered if she tried to eat like the earth women, what would happen to her. She decided she'd starve and shrivel up. It was better to keep eating as she did.

"Anyways. I know Saiyans get restless when left with nothing to do, I think that's a general thing for anyone of any species, but here's a list of chores. That's why Gohan's studies so much. It gives him something to do, so he's not outside punching the wildlife for fun. He also deserves the best future possible."

Chi-Chi fished around in her orange scarf, her long black hair was down today. She pulled out a folded note and handed it to Tebee. Tebee opened to note, but was met with weird scribbles and markings she didn't know. Humans looked like Tuffles, but their writing sure wasn't Tuffle at all.

"What is this?"

"A list of chores." Chi-Chi stated again.

"No I mean this language. I can't read it. And why do I need to do chores?" She scoffed, passing the note to Chi-Chi.

"What do you mean you can't read it? You speak my language don't you?" Chi-Chi shooed the note back to Tebee.

"It's no problem for me to speak the Tuffle Language, Saiyan language or this one. Reading the writing of this language though, I'd need time to study it."

"Fine, I'll read you them."

"I won't remember."

Chi-Chi sighed, she got up and left the room. She returned with a pen in her hand, handing a blank note to Tebee along with it.

"Then write it down. Ok, number one. Chopping wood I need 90 pounds worth of wood. Two, Fishing, bring as big a catch and as many as you can. Weed the field and kill any bugs. Next..." Chi-Chi read down her list.

Tebee was scribbling down her "chores" in her Tuffle writing. The triangles and circles with dashes confused Chi-Chi, but Tebee felt a bit more relaxed with this familiarity before her eyes. She liked feeling that she had a purpose, but she liked the feeling of knowing what was what too. Bulma's place frightened her, the technology was like that of the Tuffles but yet it was vastly different. Chi-Chi's home was very rural, hardly anything was Tuffle but the fact it was in the middle of nowhere reminded her of her adventures into the wastelands of her home-planets. Now, there was her Tuffle writing. She loved it, she thought of her mother. Her poor mother.

"Which part of you is Saiyan?" Chi-Chi asked, her head resting in her left hand.

Tebee paused, staring at her writings. She looked up under her eyelashes at Chi-Chi. For some reason, she suddenly became extremely uncomfortable. Ask her to get some lumber, that's fine. Ask her to brush her hair, she'll struggle but eventually the comb will go through. But no one ever asked Tebee about her Saiyan side. Maybe everyone knew, maybe no one cared. This was the first time she dealt with it.

"My father."

"Oh. I'm almost curious though, to know what a Saiyan woman's like."

"I couldn't tell you. My mother was the one who raised me."

"What? Let me guess, your dad was too interested in training than spending time with his daughter?" Chi-Chi gave Tebee a cocked eyebrow.

"No. My mother was the one who raised me because she had no choice. I..." Tebee picked up her note and rose from her seat.

Something had happened in those lost few days. Before Tebee was fine being a Saiyan. She almost felt pride. She was so strong, tough, bounced back easily. Yet, there was nothing cool or amazing about it. She'd recently, and finally, just grieved over her mother. Her mother who was forced to be her mother through some twisted events. How cool did her mother think it was when her people were attacked? How wonderful was it for her mother to be treated as she had been? How great was it to have a father who was a horrific brute? Tebee's head swirled.

"I am filthy, I come from filth." Tebee declared and marched off to do her chores.

Chi-Chi sighed as she continued to bandage Tebee's head. Tebee was pissed off at herself for her thoughts that morning and flew around without paying much attention. When the dinosaur bit down on her head, she certainly snapped out of it. Of course she was ina daze for a couple of hours, worrying Chi-Chi half to death.

"I'm sorry for having pried like that. I didn't mean to upset you, really."

Tebee merely grunted. Chi-Chi took it as an acceptance of her apology and finished her work.

"What's it like? Being the mother of a half breed?"

Chi-Chi sat down on the bed next to Tebee, smiling gently at her. Tebee kept her eyes down, ignoring the throb in her skull.

"It's an adventure I'll tell you that. He's so stubborn. I can't tell if it's his age or if he gets that from his father."

Tebee cast a side-ways glance at Chi-Chi, wondering if the mother was capable of seeing her own stubborn personality.

"He eats a lot, he's not fragile at all. One time I left Goku to watch him, you know, and he was actually very good. He was so gentle, so careful. Yet all babies will find a way to do something no matter what. Gohan was having himself a fit and flung himself out of his crib. Surely we thought he'd hurt himself pretty bad, but no. He was scared but just fine. He's very quick to catch on, very intelligent. He loves his dad and he's crazy about Piccolo but his love of fighting's different. I don't know how to put it really. He's just like any boy his age that I've seen. Except for the flying and super strength of course."

Tebee thought back to her own mother. Noconu always seemed to be telling her to stop picking up public property like statues and benches. She was always chasing after her, telling her that flying up to 3rd story windows wasn't the best way to chat with people. Was Tebee's Saiyan side stronger or was she just a mischievous imp?

"Now then, you just focus on resting. Then again, you're half Saiyan so you'll heal in no time."