This is a new story, written not just by my illustrious self, but two of my best friends. Together, we're called The Troublesome Trio. Enjoy! It's a new twist, hopefully, on the generation next thing. Some of the characters are pretty out of character, but we did it because, supposedly, they have aged a number of years, okay? Enjoy! And now, for a disclaimer.

We, the three angelic members of The Troublesome Trio, don't have anything. At all. Except our clothes and our three personifications, Leigh, Joey, and Atalanta. We pray daily to own Heero, Duo, and Milliardo, but we don't. We also wish Dorothy Catalonia was dead, but that's not happening either. * TTT pops out, all holding hand guns* Until now, that is. * they all grin evilly* Anyway, enjoy!

GUNDAM WING SECRETS-

THE NEXT GENERATION

PROLOUGE

Everything was going beautifully. No invitations had been declined, the food was wonderful, and the atmosphere, calm and relaxed. The perfect setting for what Mrs. Relena Yuy was about to do.

As dessert was cleared, and things began to quiet down, she stood up, gently tapping her fork against her wineglass.

"May I have your attention please, everyone! I have a rather important announcement to make!"

Immediately, silence ruled. Relena smiled. She still had that touch that had made her such an accomplished public speaker when she was young.

"I," she said, placing one palm on her still-flat stomach and smiling, "am going to have a baby."

The room erupted into cheers and shouts of congratulation. Relena looked to the father-to-be, Heero, seeking to find out what his reaction was to this bit of news. He was looking up at her, rocking slightly in his seat, his eyes wide and frightened.

"A…what? A…. Baby? Unnnggggghhh…" And he fell sideways off of his seat onto the floor, out cold.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

"So, how's everything going?" Milliardo asked Relena over the phone.

"Everything fine, really."

"And Heero?"

"His doctor upped his dose of tranquilizers, so he's not as bad as usual."

"Oh? Then how come I can hear him in the background."

"Just a second, big brother…"

Relena turned away, trying to calm Heero, who was pacing the living room frantically.

"…And diapers and baby wipes and a bib and a pacifier…Are you SURE this baby will be a girl? That we won't need to get new clothes? What if it's a boy??? What if it's TWINS??? Please sit down, Relena, the baby is due soon, you shouldn't be up and about! What if I'm not home?? What if you have to go the hospital without me??? I know! You call the hospital and then my work, I'll come...but then how will you get to the hospital? You can't drive! Oh, maybe they'll send an ambulance…but what if they DON'T?!?!?!!!" He paused to suck in air, and Relena grabbed him and threw him down onto the overstuffed loveseat.

"Heero, calm down!! Have you taken your medicine today?" Heero was muttering to himself, and ticking off things on his fingers. Relena shook him slightly, and he snapped out of it, looking up at her.

"Have you taken your medicine yet today, Heero?" She asked again.

"No! Who has time to take medicine, when the baby is due so soon!?!?" Relena sighed and grabbed a pill bottle and a glass of water from the end table. When he opened his mouth again, she dropped in two pills and a mouthful of water. Taken by surprise, he swallowed involuntarily.

"What was that?!?!?!" He cried, jumping up.

"Your medicine, love. Now, just sit still, and calm down…That's better! Now, I'm going to get back to my conversation with my brother, okay? Good." She turned back and picked up the phone again.

"Sorry about that, he hadn't taken his meds yet, but he has now."

"Okay."

They chatted for about twenty minutes, then went back to their respective lives, as happy as could be.

SIX MONTHS LATER

"I'm pregnant!" Exclaimed Mrs. Hilde Maxwell.

Duo's eyes rolled up into his head and he started making odd noises in his throat. He turned and walking a few steps, into a corner of the room, then passed out, hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Hilde rolled her eyes and grinned.

ONE YEAR LATER

Mrs. Lucrezia Peacecraft stood up and smiled.

"Let's hope my husband doesn't pass out, like the two before him have done, at this announcement. I'm pregnant!"

True to form, Milliardo Peacecraft lay on the floor, thoroughly unconscious.

NINE MONTHS LATER

"It's a beautiful baby girl."

AN: We have no lives, so we shall bug you in our author's notes. Two of us are blonde, the other is catching the disease. The first chapter will be out as soon as the three of us come down off this sugar high we're on. So, we better get down to writing the next! Watch out for a funny thing we plan to do, Slide with the G-Boys!