"Bulma I screwed up big time."
"Yamcha, given your everyday life, you're gonna have to be a bit more specific."
Bulma glared at Yamcha with tired eyes. What in Kami's name was he doing outside her door at five in the morning? And why was he holding what looked like a lump of blankets? Puar was floating behind him with their familiar worried expression. The concerning thing was that Yamcha looked the same.
"Bulma, I'll explain everything later I swear, I need your help. You're the only person I know who owns anything to do with babies right now." Yamcha rambled, shifting his weight anxiously.
"Babies? What?" Bulma said, very confused. A few seconds later her brain finally registered that the lump of blankets Yamcha was holding was, in fact, an infant. "Holy shit. You have a baby. Whose it it? Why do you have it?"
"He's mine and I made a wish with the Dragon Balls that didn't go the way I expected." Yamcha said. Bulma's eyebrows shot up.
"You did what?! Wait - don't answer that. Baby care comes first." she proclaimed. She let Yamcha inside and shut the door behind him.
She quickly ducked into Bulla's room down the hall to grab various supplies and headed back to the kitchen were she had left Yamcha and Puar. Her mind was racing the whole time. Yamcha wished for a kid. He had a kid. Yamcha had a baby. He was a dad. Why did he make the wish at five in the morning? Bulma did her best to focus on the task at hand and readied a bottle.
"Alright, I've got some baby formula. Bulla doesn't like it so there's a lot left if you need it." she said as she brought it over to the table. Yamcha sat down across from her and nervously took the bottle. He carefully moved some of the blankets away from the babies face and held the bottle up to it. The child happily started drinking. Yamcha sighed with relief.
"I wasn't sure if he'd need special food or something like that. I mean, he was made by Shenron. I'm not entirely confident in that dragons knowledge on how humans work." he admitted. A small hand reached up from the blankets and grabbed the bottle. Yamcha smiled so sweetly Bulma nearly forgave him for waking her up so early.
"Speaking of that, feel like sharing?" she said, arms crossed. Yamcha looked sheepish.
"I've always wanted a family. My love life wasn't going anywhere so I decided I'd try my hand at parenting. I did some research about how to care for a baby and went out to find the Dragon Balls."
"How did you find them?"
"One of your old dragon radars. Anyways, once I had them I decided it would be best to be discreet so I summoned Shenron when it was dark out. I thought I'd be able to get the hang of caring for the baby and then tell everyone afterwards. Shenron listened to my wish and granted it. But..."
"But what? Is your kid half dragon or something? With green scales and itty bitty wings?" Bulma joked. Yamcha chuckled half heartedly.
"He's definitely half something alright. Half someONE WE KNOW." Puar squeaked, looking agitated.
"I'm getting to that Puar." Yamcha assured his friend. He adjusted his hold on the baby and continued. "Shenron told me he couldn't just make the baby using only my DNA. It would end up like a clone. So he said he'd use the DNA of the most compatible person he could find. As soon as I was holding the kid... my kid... it felt so right. I was so damn emotional that Shenron left by the time I had the chance to look at the baby properly "
"Show her! Show her!" Puar chanted.
"Show me what?" Bulma asked, a little uneasy. Someone they knew? Compatible DNA? Things were shaping up to be weird but, then again, most of her life was weird. Yamcha placed the now half empty bottle on the table and pushed the blankets a bit further away from the babies face.
Pale skin nearly glowed and feathery black hair dusted the top of the infant's head. He had a tiny button nose and tiny lips pulled into the smallest of smiles. His eyes were open and were a beautiful shade of dark brown. The one thing Bulma noticed first, however, was not any of those.
It was the third eye staring at her from the child's forehead.