Orochimaru had been three sheets to the wind - seriously, the alcohol tolerance of this new body sucked - when he remembered the speculation on what his and Tsunade's love child would have looked like that had run rampant during their youth. He suddenly found himself curious. Unlike everyone else who wondered, he had the means to find out. With that in mind, he headed to his lab.
Didn't Tsunade have two X chromosomes? Eh, whatever, he only needed one of them anyway.
Nine months later, he looked down at the white haired, amber eyed bundle that had been presented to him and wondered if his subconscious had been trying to tell him something, since that had been the third time that he'd used the wrong damn sample. Whatever it was, he didn't plan on listening.
"Dump this in the orphanage with the others." Orochimaru sighed as he shoved his and Jiraiya's third child into Kabuto's arms.