"No! I do remember who they are!" Takeshi remarked defensively, frowning as he gave his head a scratch. "It's on the tip of my tongue... Kat... Katcho? No... Aw crap..." They were heading to the right part of the city, that much he knew. He even was sure of the building they needed, just not the name of the person. Stopping in his step he sighed as Shu showed a fair bit of concern over the matter, and for good reason too. "I remember exactly what she told us; "Your mother has a message for you," or... Something like that. We just need to find the right guy, head of security or whatever." Growling in frustration Takeshi razzled his own hair before starting to walk again, his hands in his pockets per usual. "I'll remember it, I know it started with a 'K'. Have a little faith in me buddy, will you?" Besides, Shu didn't know either by the sounds of it, so it wasn't his fault for forgetting it. Maybe writing down the name would have been a good idea in retrospect.

Kabocha was still in the kitchen despite breakfast having ended already, busy at washing dishes. How degrading, he never had to do this before and yet now he was stuck at the sink, with Yumi no less. The twins had helped cook so everyone argued that it was only fair he pitch in too. Cleaning the yard would have been nice, but instead he was put into this pseudo-prison sentence. Sighing as he set another plate in the strainer the Saiyan glanced over at Yumi, curious as she hadn't said a single word the entire time. Of course as soon as he glanced over so did she, getting an awkward stare and then a glare that made him shirk away. "What...?" Kabocha mumbled, taking another plate and beginning to scrub it. "What am I getting that look for?"

"Because you're a jerk?" Yumi replied, hardly trying to edit what she had on her mind. Getting a confused look the Beastman rolled her eyes, setting down her plate and looking at it contemplatingly, brow pulling together. "It's not even what you did. You run your mouth and butt heads with everyone here, and it's annoying. Plus we're going out of our way to help your family and we've not gotten so much of a thank you. The twins said it, are you just waiting to?"

"I never asked you to save my folks, for starters. So I have to thank you because Takeshi offered to do something for us? And it's not my fault you all are so... Crap, I don't even know what to call it." Kabocha set his plate in the strainer and dried off his hands, ignoring the glaring that he was getting from Yumi again. "And where is this coming from anyways? I haven't said a single thing all this time and now you're tearing into me? How about you back off and try giving us some space for a change?"

"Oh right, let me give more freedom to the three guys who could just stab us in the back!" Yumi shouted back, dropping her plate in the sink and throwing her damp towel at Kabocha's head. "You're our guest, so how about not acting like such a jerk? During breakfast you and Vegeta nearly got into it, and I saw you giving Viral looks too. Just... Just piss off somewhere will you? We have enough to worry about without some spoiled brat with a behavior problem causing fights!" Throwing her hands up in the air Yumi turned and stormed out, leaving an angry and fairly confused Kabocha stranded in the kitchen.