DISCLAIMER: A horrible yet potentially amusing idea. So I ran with it. I own nothing of any of the characters or the places you are about to read in this story. Except for the story itself.

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It was Sunday night when John and Martha Kent were driving back home from Church. It had been years now since Clark had moved to Metropolis. Their semi adopted sort of niece/daughter Kara was now attending college at Metropolis University and Conner Kent, the younger clone of Clark, was in Jump City with the Teen Titans.

While they missed their children, they took the time to enjoy a little time alone together again after the hardship of raising three alien children.

"It was a good sermon," John commented. "And on a perfect summer Sunday night." He looked across the corn fields and the cloudless sky.

"Yes it is." Martha agreed and followed his gaze. "So what would you like to do with the rest of our night?"

"Well…" John grinned at her and gave her a long hard state.

Martha blushed and swatted him in the arm. "Dirty old man." She growled, though it was in good humor, told by the smile on her face.

"What?" John defended himself. "I was going to suggest a friendly game of scrabble."

"Sure you were." Martha gave him a look.

They paused their playful banter as a bight light lit up the fields around them for a blinding second before not 500 meters away from their truck…

WHA – BOOM!

John slammed on the brakes automatically. Near them a meteor crashed into the corn field, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere.

John and Martha gave each other a long look. "It's not possible." John said moments before his wife jumped out of the truck and ran into the cornfield where the meteor lay smoking.

Stepping out of the truck at a more sedate pace, he blinked as a corn chuck bounced off his forehead. His thoughts caught up to him when he saw his wife running into the crater.

"Now Martha!" John called after her and ran to catch up to her. "Be careful! There's no guarantee it's another space ship!" Damn he needed to work out more. He was already getting out of breath! "The chances of it being a child is even less!"

Running into the crater, sadly, he was not surprised to see an alien space ship. A small round pod with an open hatch. He was even less surprised to see his wife pulling out a small crying infant. Human looking as well aside from-

"Oh give me a break."

"Awwwwwww!" Martha crooned over the baby. "Shh… its okay, its okay…" She rocked the child in her arms. "Look! He's got a tail! He's so cute…" She smiled as the child ceased crying in her arms.

John sighed and ran a hand over his face.

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Clark Kent, otherwise known as the Man of Steel, Superman, looked at the sleeping child that lay in the old wooden crib he'd once used when he was little. The Kent's were something of pack rats and didn't get rid of anything on the odd chance that they might use it again.

Obviously it came in handy.

"I haven't found anything of what species he is." He looked at the monkey like tail. "There's nothing on record on the Watch Tower." The boy woke up to the sound of his voice and looked up at him with curious eyes. He reached down and let the child grasp his finger. Gauging the child's strength. "Kid's got quite the grip."

"Reminds me of when we fist found you." John told him as he walked in the room, sipping a sweet tea. "Not as strong as you were though." He looked thoughtful for a moment as he watched Clark pick the child up. "You know what that tail reminds me of? The story of Goku."

"The story of what?" Martha asked as she entered the room with two more glasses of sweet tea and a bottle of milk. Smiling, she traded Clark tea for the baby, which she took eagerly into her arms.

"You know. The old Chinese legend of Goku, the Monkey King of Mischief." John went on to explain. But stopped at the dry look his wife gave him.

"Dear, keep in mind your hobbies and mine. World lore is definitely yours." Martha rolled his eyes at him and lowered the bottle to the boy. "Goku, hmm? I suppose I can see a little Asian decent in his features…"

"Burp!"

All three of them looked down at the boy holding the empty bottle with surprise. He'd only had the bottle for a few seconds…

"My, that's quite an appetite!" She exclaimed and walked to the kitchen with the baby in her arms for another bottle. "You must have been starving! You only held the bottle a moment before you drained it!"

"I could talk to some people on the Watch Tower." Clark told his father quietly after his mother had left the room. "I'm sure I know some people who would be happy to take the boy in if you don't feel up to raising another child."

"Who's a hungry boy? Are you still hungry Goku?" Martha walked in the room with a smile and another bottle lowered in to the boy dubbed Goku.

John sighed. "Fat chance of that."

"Burp!"