Disclaimer: Hey guess what? I will never own dragon ball z! *retarded smile*

I sat in the OB waiting my dearest Marron to have her baby. 9 months ago, I could barely even say I made love to Marron. Now I can say I'm proud to be having a baby. "Tien," 18 said smoothly. "Do you want to see your son?" "Son? Taiku?" I said with tears of joy on the brink of spilling out. "Yes," 18 replied with as much joy as she was allowed. "Come on"

I arose to see my newborn son. He was 8 lbs. 6 oz., and 18 in. lonb, and had three eyes, just like me. He also had light blond hair, as his mother. "Do you want to hold him?" The nurse asked. "Y-Yes!" I said with excitment. I saw his deep blue eyes meet mine and I could tell he was my child. I understand now the akwardness of a third eye. He rocked it. Taiku Shinhan, son of Tien Shinhan. My baby boy.

When he started fussing, I handed him to Marron. Our eyes locked. Over the nine months our love had grown much stronger. MUCH stronger. We were both starting to cry at the sight of our baby boy.

"I want him to be like you," Marron said. Something was off in her voice though. "Train him Tien. Just like you were trained." Then I noticed the heartbeat monitor slow down. "Marron?" I asked worriedly. "I'm dying, Tien," she said weakly. "Take care of him." "No...NOOOO, SOMEONE HELP!" But it was already too late.

They couldn't revive her. My Marron died in that hospital that very day.