Chapter 1

Right, so where was I? Oh yeah, dad stole a ring and gave it to Shego on a dinner date. Turns out she had a little surprise request to ask from the "good" doctor herself.

"So, I guess it's official now, huh?" Shego asked nervously, looking at the ring on her finger, "We're really married."

"Indeed." Drakken smiled, "And it's one of the few plans I had that actually worked."

Shego gave a shallow laugh, "Yeah, I guess it did. Um doc- I- I uh-"

"Please Shego, don't stutter. It's a bad habit. If you have something to say, say it. I'll do my best to listen." This was an unusual statement from Drakken. Normally he'd be the one stuttering while forcing Shego to listen to him rant on about some foolish plan.

Shego took a deep breath, and soon enough these words left her lips, "Um, I want to- have a baby."

"Mmhmm, I don't see why not- wait WHAT?" Drakken almost flew out of his seat. "What did you say? Please tell me you didn't say the b-word!"

"What's wrong with that word, doc?" Shego raised her brow, "I want to have a baby."

"Well- nothing is wrong with it-er-except that there's nothing wrong with it! " Drakken excused himself.

"And that makes no sense whatsoever!" Shego threw her hands in the air, "Doc, we're married, and I want to start a family. What's the big deal?"

Drakken thought carefully. He knew the real reason why he didn't desire children. But still he chose to make up other excuses, "It's just- I don't want to put you through all the hardships of bearing children. Think of it Shego; the nine long months of waiting, the countless hours of labor, the mood swings, the sleeping on the couch-"

"Hold up." Shego interrupted, "Now I can understand all those other things, but why would I be sleeping on the couch?"

"Not you, me." Drakken responded, "A harsh side-effect of your mood swings."

Shego grew frustrated from Drakken's lame remarks, "Oh come on, Dr. D! I don't bite- much! And it'll be worth it! I mean, who's going to take over the world when you and I are too old?"

"As it pains me to say so, you actually have a point." The doctor lowered his countenance, "But I'm not exactly father-material."

"Hello? You're a supervillain doc! Okay, you're not the most successful or super of villains-"

"The point Shego- get to it." Dr. Drakken coldly grumbled.

"I'm saying that you'll make a great father! But- but I think you should take a break from being a villain for a while. I mean- it's not like you can make a child in a machine." Shego gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

As the words floated into Drakken's ears, a sly grin grew on his face, "You know something, Shego- that just might work! Just might work? Of course it'll work! It's my brains behind this!"

"Doc, no- just no!" Shego stood up and started to leave the restaurant.

Drakken started to beg, "Oh come on Shego, just one little hair! I could make dozens of children for us! A family fit to rule the world!"

"You don't get it, do you?" Shego growled, "Can you for once think of something other than yourself and your stupid plans?"

"Let me think, hmm, NO I CAN'T! Being a villain is who I am!"

Shego stomped her foot and threw a plasma burst at Drakken, "Then why did we get married?" After her rage, Shego began to walk away. Just as she grabbed the door handle, a gloved hand touched hers.

"I married you because I love you." Drakken said calmly, "You know that."

Shego wasn't sure of what to say, "I-I-"

"Shego, for you I'd do anything. But I need time to think on this. If I'm going to be a father, I need to research it more."

Shego felt a soft tear roll down her cheek, "But how long?" She quickly wiped the tear away,

Drakken chuckled a bit, "Please Shego, I'm a super-genius. I'll figure out a plan."

The sidekick slowly began to smile and nod, "Okay, just please don't say it's-"

"A foolproof plan I assure you!" Drakken added in the heat of the moment.

Shego smacked her forehead, "He said it."

Ah, isn't romance something? Even when your dad is a freaky-blue skinned madman, it hits you right here. Yeah, if you couldn't see that, I pounded my chest where my heart is. Alright, moving on- my dad began reading everything he could about being a father; The Supervillain's Guide to Evil Parenting, Daddy Dearest for Dummies, and so on and so forth. Even the henchmen were willing to help him out.

"How'd I do, doc?" one crony asked, holding up a baby doll. It seemed he was attempting to dress a diaper.

Drakken took his face out of the book he was reading, only to see the baby doll wearing a funny white turban, "Wrong end-er-um- what's your name again?"

"Bob, boss," The henchman answered.

"Right. Wrong end Bob. If you want to get it right, I can give you a hint. Put the diaper around where your brain is!" Drakken slammed the book on the table. "Gah! What is it with helpers these days? And the books don't help either! Preparing formulas, reading bedtime stories, changing diapers! Why can't it be something simply evil like my death ray or cloning machine?"

"Well whadda ya know, he's actually doing something himself." Shego mocked as she entered the room.

"What is it Shego?" Drakken snarled, "Operation Planned Parenthood is currently in effect, so if you don't mind- we are busy!"

"Are you serious with that lame name, doc? Never mind- I just wanted you to know that I'll be gone for a few days. You know how vacations are. But it should give you enough time to practice before the big day." Shego winked.

Drakken blushed heavily and stammered a bit, "Big day? Shego is there something you're not telling me?"

Shego then let out a loud laugh, "Wouldn't like to know?" Drakken only responded with a serious face. "Alright sheesh, bite my green head off why don't ya? Look, I thought about what you said. You know, about the nine months and all. And I got to thinking; maybe we could adopt a baby instead. I mean sure, it won't look like us, but it'll still be our child. Whadda ya say?"

"Shego that is- the most ingenious plan I have ever heard! Adopting a child… Of course! No labor, no mood swings, no sleeping on the couch- oh- except a mountain of paperwork no doubt. But maybe I could do a little negotiating." Drakken cackled as he pick up a handheld ray-gun and cocked it.

"No doc, I think you should do this-"Shego swallowed the lump in her throat, "legally."

"You mean- by the rules? But I'll get writer's cramp!"

"Relax; get your lackeys to take care of it. And in the meanwhile, you and I can finally raise one of our own." Shego slowly crept onto Drakken's persona and kissed his cheek. "I'll be back in a few days, don't blow anything up while I'm gone please."

"Fo shizzle She-Gizzle." Drakken smirked, purring like a tiger.

"Not the fondest memory to have before a vacation, but I'll let it slide. And NO child-creating experiments, doc, you get me?"

Drakken groaned upon hearing those words, "Alright fine, I give you my word, cross my blue heart and hope to conquer the world!"

"Yeah, fat chance Dr. D." Shego snickered, "Toodles." Shego then instantaneously left.

Drakken let out a sigh, "She's a lippy pain, but what a lovely lippy pain." Drakken hung his head for a second, only to spot something. "What is this?" He plucked a funny looking thread off of his suit, only to let out a childish cheer. "YES! Who's got a strand of Shego's hair? I do! I do! With this- no wait, now you promised her no experiments. That's right, no child-creating experiments. She wouldn't protest if I created a young adult subject. Besides she'll be gone for a few days anyway!"

"But boss." Bob started to question.

"Shut it, Bob! You're fired!" Drakken shouted, "Perhaps this could be just another one of my steps to world conquest if she asks."

"But today is supposed to be my first payday!" Bob whimpered.

"Yes, and I'll make sure your mother pays a visit to your grave if you don't get out of my sight!" Drakken bellowed.

"But I'm a bio-geneticist! Nobody's going to hire me if I lose this job!"

"I don't care." Drakken paused, "A bio-geneticist, you say? Bob, you've just been rehired! And your first new task will be helping me create a weapon. Not just any weapon, but a weapon that has MY EYES!" Suddenly the villain began to smell a familiar fragrance. "It can't be… Is that- coco moo?"

Bob nodded with a smile, "Fresh out of the microwave, doc. Shaken, not stirred."

Drakken put his arm around the frail underling's shoulder, "Bob, does the word promotion mean anything to you?"

Uh oh, this doesn't look good. Well I know how this story goes cause I'm telling it, but you don't know. So it helps if I create a little bit of suspense. But seriously, dad- promoting a moron all because of chocolate milk? Get real, please. Alright, I'm going to take a nap. More story yet to come- yeah- and stuff like that. You're probably catching on to where this story is going to lead though, aren't you?

TO BE CONTINUED… (It just looks awesome when I say it.)