As stated in the summary, this story was inspired by a review on rose7anne101 & Black' Victor Cachat's One PIece : Luffy's Mother Is WHO? and is written as a spin-off based on that story. The title is pretty self-explaining, but hopefully I'll manage to surprise people with the actual story.

If anyone here hasn't read it yet, I highly suggest you do before reading this or you might not understand some parts of this story. You can find the story in my Followed/Favorited Stories, or find the author in my Followed/Favorited Authors (which is a lot easier to be honest), or just stick to the search bar. Whichever you prefer.

This story has been beta'd by the authors themselves, who are both awesome as ever and gave their full support for writing this story. It was a lot of fun working with them to hash out the details and cracking jokes at the expenses of the characters.

*note: Kane, who is Dragon's mother and Garp's wife, is an OC from ReunionS, a story cowritten by me & rose7anne101.

Disclaimer: Neither One Piece nor the Original story that provided this idea belong to me. They belong respectively to Oda and rose7anne101 & Black' Victor Cachat respectively.

Dragon is still processing when he is directed to another room and left alone with some chocolate. Recalling the pirate's instructions, he quickly consumes the treat, and follows Tamago's instructions to fill up the tube. It takes a while, the reason being that the revolutionary doesn't know what he's doing, and the Long Leg's instruction were really vague, yet he eventually manages.

Dragon blames his father -the marine hero Garp, as people dub him- for his predicament. For the revolutionary, Monkey D. Garp was never the legendary marine that the World Government makes him out to be. He knows the truth that the government keeps hidden from the world, the truth behind his father's glorified title. To him, Garp is -and always will be- only his dad who he sees only on occasions. Even less now that he is going against the government.

At the present however, that feeling intensifies exponentially, and Garp is anything but a hero to Dragon. In fact, he is the farthest thing from a hero in Dragon's mind.

Because no matter what anyone says, it is entirely his fault that Dragon feels so damn awkward now.

Thinking back, Dragon should've known better than to trust his father to not lead him astray, what with all the marine's illogical logic and craziness.

It's a wonder, in all honesty, that the son didn't turn out like his father.

Dragon still remembers the day THE question had been brought up with startling clarity.

It had been childish curiosity, one that had been sparked when he sees a mother fussing over her baby on his way home from the forest, where he had gone to pick wild berries.

He brings it up later in the evening, when he was helping his mother prepare dinner. His mother, Kane, is standing by the stove, slowly stirring the contents of a pot where a mild aroma is wafting from while Dragon sets the table, bringing out only two sets as his father is away at sea.

He finishes setting the table, and walks over to his mother, peering up at her curiously as Kane adds the finishing touches to the beef stew.

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, honey?" Kane answers her son, and holds up the ladle to taste the stew, humming happily when she finds the flavour just right.

"Where do babies come from?"

Kane blinks, and then flashes her son a big, bright smile.

"Why don't you ask your dad the next time he comes home, hmm?" She suggests, and hands Dragon a plate of grilled meat to bring to the table.

And so, Dragon does.

Two months later, when Garp finally comes back to Foosha village with a two-week leave, Dragon brings the question up again after dinner that night.

"Storks," Garp answers without hesitation.

Dragon raises an eyebrow at the received answer. What do birds have to do with their current topic?

His confusion shows, and Garp snorts. "Storks bring babies to their parents."

Dragon mulls over the given answer for some time, ultimately deciding that it sounds pretty cool. Cool enough for him to want to know more on the subject, and he isn't shy to bombard his father with more questions.

"So how do you ask the storks to bring a baby? How do they know to bring a boy or a girl? What do you do if they bring a baby and it's the wrong one? Why is it a stork? How do they bring the babies? Is it like how the news coos bring us newspaper? Do you have to pay them too? How much did I cost?" And so on.

Garp simply laughs and indulges his young son, citing stories about prayers and offerings that mysteriously disappear in the dead of the night, and an infant that appears on the doorstep after several moons.

"And no, storks don't require any payment, not in Berries anyway. So, we got you free of charge." His father grins widely, and Dragon, in that rare moment, is completely in awe.

Still a young, naive child, Dragon readily accepts his father's answers and farfetched tales.

That being said, he does wonder about the whole, 'You have to eat lots of weird food to prove yourself. The weirder the better!' thing.

He doesn't notice Kane in the kitchen, a hand over her mouth to hold in her laughter as she cleans the stove.

…

As Dragon enters his pre-teens, he starts questioning the entire 'Storks bring babies' thing. Because why would women get pregnant otherwise?

He's pretty sure he had seen a book on the topic before in his mother's library once, except he can't find it now when he tries, so he decides to ask their neighbour - the village baker, since his wife had been 'pregnant' not too long ago.

The baker says it's just the woman in question getting fat, yet why do they call those women 'pregnant' then? He's seen fat people before, except Dragon doesn't think any of them eats the strange combinations that he's heard in stories about pregnant women. He feels grossed out just listening to those combos, and he's actually seen some of them.

Seriously, who'd eat pork on top of vanilla ice cream? Or sardine on crackers with blueberries? Or pickles with marshmallows? He has never even seen his dad try that!

Apparently pregnant women would. At least, his dad was right about the weird food. Although that doesn't really explain why women got pregnant.

He's also seen some women throwing up at any given time of the day, at any given place. Perhaps the sickness and larger size are meant as indicators for the storks? How else would the storks know whom to deliver the baby to?

At any rate, if that is the case, then women really drew the short end of the stick.

Dragon is suddenly glad he is not a girl.

(Not that he ever said so out-loud. Doubly so after befriending Ivankov. He still values his manhood very much, thank you.)

Still, the curiosity remains.

He then goes around asking the other villagers; his mother is out of the question, since she just laughs, and refuses to tell him every time he asks.

In hindsight, he probably should have gone and asked them and not his father right from the start. (Oh boy, you have no idea how right you are).

However, he is disappointed with his village-wide inquiry.

No matter who he asks, the answer he receives is always the same as his father's.

He can't find anything to prove otherwise either. Besides, the villagers' arguments were pretty solid when he questioned the reason for pregnancy. Although he feels as if there's something going on where he can't see it, as he's been seeing the adults trading looks with each other and trying to hide their smiles. It's evident that they've failed at that, since he's noticed the amusement.

But for all he cares, Foosha village has its own brand of crazy and he can't be bothered to find out why they're being weird.

Dragon eventually stops his questioning and accepts it as a truth of the world.

…

There was once, during his teenage years, when he overhears a conversation about 'safety' and 'protection' by chance, but he has no idea what that's about, so he just dismisses it and quickly forgets all about it.

…

According to Mayor Wood Slap, Dragon shares many traits with Garp, including a near non-existent interest towards the fairer sex, unlike most of his peers. His mother counters by saying that her son just hasn't found the right person.

Dragon doesn't really care; he has better things to do, and romance isn't one of them.

...

Dragon hands over the tube, now filled with thick white fluid, to Tamago who has been waiting outside the room for the better part of an hour. Without further ado, he quickly gathers the supplies -all utterly essential for what he has planned, for the sake of the revolution- that he had been promised in exchange for a child. With the help of the castle homies, Dragon hastens towards his ship, which has been docked at Whole Cake Island's harbour.

The trip isn't as long as the one from his ship, mainly because Dragon has upped his pace with the intention of returning to his ship as fast as possible and dialling his father's den den mushi to have words. He leaves the servants behind him with directions to the ship and rushes off first.

Iva is there to welcome him back, along with some of the crew, and Dragon hands off the supplies to the crew before exchanging a quick word with the okama, and then storming to his office. He doesn't tell his comrade about the agreement with the Yonko, or the 'tube', because he now knows it's actually common knowledge and the fact that he has remained ignorant for so long just makes it that much more embarrassing.

Dragon makes sure to lock the door before sitting down behind his desk, and unlocks one of the drawers, removing the false back to retrieve a snail in marine colours with a donut sticker on its head. A white snail is attached to it to prevent others from tapping in on the ensuing conversation.

Dragon sets it down on the table and dials the number that he knows by heart. It rings for a few seconds before the other end is finally picked up, and Monkey D. Garp gruffs into the phone. "What do you want? "

He knows that Garp knows it's his son calling, since this number is a private line for family only, which even Sengoku and Tsuru don't know. Suffice to say, it's existence is also kept from his own subordinates for various reasons.

"Where do babies come from?"

Garp seems to have choked on something, and a few minutes pass before he is back on the phone.

" Say that again?"

Dragon repeats himself, and as expected, receives the same answer he did all those years ago.

He remains silent for a moment, pondering the latest revelation, because it is dead obvious that Garp is messing with him now. Has been, for the past twenty-something years.

The leader of the revolutionary wordlessly hangs up and stares up at the ceiling.

No wonder everyone -both marine and revolutionary- had given him those odd looks when they had accidentally breached the subject of adult fun, and the pros and cons of it.

When it became apparent that Dragon lacked almost all knowledge on the subject… well, simply put, his colleagues and comrades respectively made a silent pact to never speak of it when he was around. Of course, Dragon never knew of those pacts.

Now he knows why they had been so awkward around him, and needless to say, Dragon has a strong, sudden urge to dig a hole into the ground and crawl in, and possibly never come up. Or travel back in time to give his past self a long overdue 'education'. Or both.

The options are equally appealing at the moment.

Nine months later, Dragon makes his way back to Totto Land, and goes to see Big Mom. It has been almost forty weeks since the sole female Yonko had demanded a child from him, and according to what Tamago had told him while he was explaining what to do back then, it's almost time for the child to be born.

The revolutionary comes alone this time and lays low on the island. He isn't sure if the child is born or not, and he doesn't want to draw attention to himself yet. Even though he is sure that the Charlotte Family knows he is here, but they have yet to approach him, and likewise, he doesn't go to them either. He has heard through the grapevine how the fathers of the Charlotte children are treated, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was treated the same.

Luckily for him, he only had to wait a day.

The day after he arrives, news spreads about the thirtieth Charlotte son, and Dragon is sure that the child is his. He goes to Whole Cake Chateau, revealing himself and asks about the child. Someone is already at the door waiting for him, having expected the revolutionary's presence.

The oldest son, Perospero is the one who receives him. Dragon can't help but think how weird it is, that this man in front of him, who is around the same age as himself, is the oldest brother of his son. Nevertheless, it's none of his business, and Dragon is only here to see his child.

Perospero so very graciously tells him though not in those exact words that, "Your presence is unneeded here, Dragon."

Dragon raises an eyebrow at this. As the father of the child, did he not have the right to, at the very least, see his offspring?

Apparently not, seeing that Perospero denies him again, and refuses to disclose anything about the baby, other than confirm that it is a boy. Not even his name, if he even already has one.

Knowing that he isn't going to get anywhere with the pirate, Dragon leaves without further arguing.

Of course, Dragon is never one to give up so easily, and he already has other plans prepared in case of this scenario.

He looks up at the sky where he can see the beginnings of a storm, and grins to himself.

Even the weather is on his side.

It was surprisingly easy. Dragon thinks as he studies the squirming bundle in his arms.

It had only taken him all of ten seconds to break the window, knock the wet nurse down and grab his son while Big Mom and one of her sons had their backs turned, before swiftly disappearing into the night. The heavy rain that had been falling since late afternoon, was a key factor of the process, effectively hindering the Charlotte Family's efforts to track him.

The moment he jumps off the window ledge with the baby safely tucked in his arms, Dragon is grateful to his father for all the training he put him through. Although some -mainly his mom- did argue that the regiments were overly arduous. Personally, Dragon didn't think much of it; swimming with the local Sea King or getting thrown into the midst a dozen crocodiles with weights strapped to all four limbs were nothing. It was all in a day's work.

At the very least, those trainings served their purposes. And they had proved effective enough that Dragon had been tempted to put it into the Army's training regimen before. Unfortunately, his commanders -even the ones that didn't get along much back then- decided to unify for once, and completely veto the suggestion.

Something about genes and fortitude and survival rate, they had argued, although Dragon personally found their reasoning rather foolish. If the Army couldn't even handle such light training, how were they to take on the might of the government and the marines? (In the end, for the sake of democracy and public support, Dragon didn't implement it. Not until ten years later, when he met a certain blonde, anyway.)

If it weren't for those trainings, he probably wouldn't have pulled this off as smoothly as he had.

And now, here he was out at sea with a few extra boxes of baby supplies, and one passenger more on his tiny one-man ship. He had collected the formulas, blankets, and diapers earlier during the day, and had made sure to store them securely under the deck.

Dragon smiles as his son grabs at him and yawns. The baby is so very small against his father's frame, and the revolutionary can't help but think how cute his son is. Even though his face is all scrunched together, the soft tufts of black atop his little head more than makes up for that.

Dragon feels a surge of protectiveness rise in him. This child is his son, and damn it all if Dragon didn't love him for that.

But the life he leads is too dangerous for his child. With what he is doing, he is certain that in no time, he will be viewed as major threat to the World Government.

If the government finds out about his son, they would hunt him down with the aim to kill him; just like they had after the Pirate King was executed four years ago, leading a womanhunt to find a child that may or may not exist. Or, in a worst-case scenario, would try to capture his son, to use him against Dragon.

Not to mention who the child's mother is. If his son's parentage ever fully comes to light...

Dragon doesn't want that life for his son. And that is why he is heading to where he is now, to meet up with his father, and transfer care of his son to him.

He can just imagine how Garp will react when his son shows up with a child of his own. He will be surprised, for sure, considering the marine had been lying to his son about the facts of life since he was six.

On that note, what Dragon is more concerned with now is the naming of his son. If Big Mom has already given him one, he doesn't know it since the Charlottes have refused to divulge anything about the child to him.

He doesn't know what to name his son, yet he is reluctant to give the honour to his father, considering what he has heard from his mother about Garp's naming capabilities.

Dragon cringes at the thought of the names he might have been given had his mother, Kane, not named him before her husband could.

Ideally, Dragon would ask his mother to name the baby, except Kane had sadly passed away some years ago.

Which means the revolutionary will have to name his son if he doesn't want the child to be given some ridiculous name that he will regret when he grows up.

Garp is already waiting at their agreed meeting place when Dragon arrives. The younger man rearranges his cloak so that it hides the baby in his arms, and makes his way towards his father, who has his arms crossed over his chest impatiently.

"What do you want, brat?" Garp grouches out his customary response when dealing with his wayward son. "The government has their eye on you, you know?"

When all his son does is flash a grin at him, Garp knows he is very much aware of the marines that are waiting on the other side of the island, and his trusted subordinate Bogart, who lingers out of range, just around the corner. The vice-admiral also knows that his son is most likely alone, as he always was the few times they had met after Dragon founded the Revolutionary Army.

Dragon smirks from underneath his hood and brings up their conversation from months ago. Garp wonders in confusion why the revolutionary is bringing it up now.

"You've been messing with me this whole time." Dragon says. It's not a question, but a sure statement.

Garp grins widely as the implication sinks in and starts howling with laughter not a moment later.

"Finally found out, did you?" The marine shakes with laughter and ignores his son's flat stare.

"What did you do?" Dragon asks. Call him paranoid, but he is sure as hell that Garp has done something else besides lying to him.

And Garp, between laughs finally reveals the truth. Apparently, he had been so intent on preserving Dragon's 'innocence,' that he had gone as far as to bribe the entire village. He'd even removed all books that hinted otherwise from his home, the bookstores, and even the library after Garp coerced the librarian into helping him. At that, Dragon thinks that his memory doesn't have problems after all because now he knows that that book actually existed.

He also thinks that he may have underestimated just how many screws his old man has loose. Or completely gone.

For a split second, he doubts his decision to leave his son with Garp but diffuses the thought immediately.

Better his son be crazy like his grandpa, than live a life hunted by the government. For all that Garp is a high-ranking marine, he knows that his father will do everything in his power to protect his family. Whilst he isn't supposed to know this, the person Garp has hidden away on Dawn Island is a sure testament that his son will be taken care of.

So, Dragon opens his cloak, and reveals his new-born son to his father with an appropriate introduction.

The expression that Garp the Hero makes is absolutely priceless.

"I did as you said… and look what the storks brought?"

"Wait, WHAT!? For REAL!?"

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