Bardock walked down the halls of the medical facility. He hadn't had much of a chance to visit Sona over the past few months. He hated the place, anyway. It was too quiet, too clean, too unnerving. He pushed aside all of his disgust for the place, and walked quickly.

He had received a message that his child had been born yesterday. He wasn't sure how he should feel. He was excited. He was nervous. He was angry. He had to put all of his negative feelings aside for now. He passed Malaka in the hall.

"Ah, you made it," he said, as he saw Bardock. "Sona's been waiting for you." He motioned for the Saiyan to follow him. They walked into a section of the facility Bardock didn't even know existed. They passed a large room lined with windows. There were several crying infants inside. He stopped, searching for his child.

"Oh, your son isn't in there," Malaka said, noticing Bardock had stopped.

"Not yet," Bardock muttered. He stopped, thinking over Malaka's words again. "I have a son?" he asked. Malaka nodded. Bardock swelled with pride. He had a son.

Malaka continued down the hall, stopping near the end. He motioned Bardock inside. He closed the door gently behind Bardock, enveloping him in the silence of Sona's room.

The room was white, just like everywhere else. There was a soft glow coming from a light in the far corner. The main light, however, was off. Bardock walked forward towards Sona's bed. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply. She looked exhausted. He didn't need a scouter to know her energy was drained. She slowly opened her eyes as she heard Bardock approach.

"Hey," she smiled. She sat up slowly, using one arm. In the other, was the child. He was wrapped loosely in a blanket, sleeping peacefully. Bardock didn't know what to say. He couldn't think, couldn't move. Sona smiled wider as she saw the dumbstruck look on his face. "Wanna hold him?" she asked. She held out her child. Bardock hesitated, but took the boy into his arms. He studied his son's face. The blanket had fallen away from his face, and Bardock could see that he had inherited his mother's creamy skin as well as her unruly long hair. He felt a smile creep to the corner of his mouth and ran his finger gently down his son's cheek.

"I was thinking of naming him after his father," Sona said quietly.

"We get to name him?" Bardock asked. He'd never had a child before, but he'd always assumed the government took over everything once the child was born. He hadn't even expected to get to see his son. Sona laughed.

"Of course we do," she said. "I have connections here, so we get to do things a lot of other parents don't." She smiled widely. "So what do you think?"

Bardock sat on the end of Sona's bed and looked down at his son. He shook his head slowly. "No," he said. "I don't think we should name him after me." He looked back at Sona. She had a puzzled expression on her face.

"Well, why not?" she asked. "It's a strong name. It belongs to one of the strongest men I know." Her eyes searched his face. It was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking. He seemed to be happy about their son, but extremely hesitant to get close.

When Bardock looked at his son, one name came to mind. It was the name of a Saiyan he'd never met. He regretted that. As he thought the name, it seemed more and more fitting, as though it belonged to his son.

"I think we should name him Raditz," Bardock said finally, looking back at Sona. "It fits." Sona smiled.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Bardock nodded. Her smile widened. That name also belonged to one of the strongest people she knew. Her brother was quite different from any other Saiyan she had met. Physically, he may not have been the strongest warrior, but he expressed emotions that most Saiyans were incapable of. Raditz was a beautiful name for her son. She leaned forward and kissed Bardock on the cheek. She ran her fingers gently through her son's hair.

"Then Raditz it is."