Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, not me, and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Chichi gripped Goku's hand, watching his wife writhe in pain. She'd been in labor for six hours already, and didn't look like it was going to be coming to an end any time soon.

"I'm scared, Chichi!" Goku whimpered, looking up at her husband with wide eyes.

"Its okay, hon, this is supposed to happen," he soothed, but in truth he wanted to faint. Although that might be because Goku had nearly crushed his hand.

"BUT DOES IT HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH?" she wailed, as another contraction hit her, making her scream.

"Yes, it does. It's like training!" he said desperately, trying to make her feel better. The woman may have been the strongest fighter in the world, but she was still an innocent when it came to many things.

"It," she panted at the pain left," is?"

"Yeah- if you want to get the baby out of you, then you have to hurt some. And you haven't dilated enough for you to push her out yet."

Goku didn't answer, but closed her eyes, using the meditation that she'd learned over the years to calm herself down in the minutes between contractions.

"IS SHE DONE YET?" yelled someone from in the hall, and Chichi turned away from his wife to see Krillen, Yamcha and Bulma all pacing around in the hall outside their door. Master Roshi, however, was sitting, obviously drunk.

"Here you go, Krillen, have a bit of this," he slurred, swaying back and forth. "Best way to celebra'" he hiccuped," is to properly toast the kid." He handed his other pupil a small flask, who took it and downed the rest, before putting her head between in her knees and coughing loudly, her face brilliant red.

Yamcha and the rest looked at her like she'd lost it, before Yamcha and Bulma went back to pacing.

"Bulma, if I ever have your kids, then I am going to insist on a C-section," she told him, and Bulma nodded, wincing at another scream of pain from the birthing room.

"I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A BABY! I'D RATHER STAY PREGNANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" Goku screamed, and they could hear the monitors on her bed start to fry as she powered up.

"She's dilated all the way. Ms. Son, start pushing!" shouted the nurse/midwife. Whimpering, she complied, pushing with all her strength.

"WOW! She's crowning!" cried another voice, while the crowd outside held its breath. Krillen, who was now drunk gasped and passed out?

"Goku's going to be a mother," Bulma said in wonder.

"Yeah, kinda makes me want some of my own," murmured Yamcha, looking at Bulma tenderly. Bulma returned the look, but took two steps back unconsciously.

"WHAT DID WE MISS!" shouted a voice, and blond Lunch and Tien ran in, almost bouncing in excitement

"A lot of yelling!" said Roshi, who had found something else to 'toast' with.

"YOU CAN DO IT, GOKU!" they heard Chichi yell.

"NEXT TIME, YOU ARE HAVING THE BABY!" Goku shrieked back, and it grew into a roar, before it dwindled down to panting, which was interrupted by the sound of an infant protesting its entrance to the world.

All out in the hall held their breath, listening to the ear splitting squall.

"Um… Ms. Son? This baby has a tail," said the midwife, before passing out.

Just then, Chichi ran out into the hall, eyes huge, as he seemed to hyperventilate.

"It's a girl!" he proclaimed, before fainting dead away.

Everyone just kind of stared at him, before Tien hefted him over his shoulders, and they went to see the newborn.

~*~*~*~*~

Goku was laying on her side, in one of those ridiculous paper gowns, one arm holding her head up, while the other stroked the baby's cheek.

"She's beautiful, just like her mother," said Roshi, the drink having made rather poetic… "I can't wait to see what she'll grow into! YOW!"

Or not.

Chichi, Yamcha and Bulma had smacked Roshi before Goku could even get up.

"She's so cute!" Yamcha cooed, and leaned over for a better look. The little girl yawned at her admirer, blinking sleepy black eyes. No one could see the soft brown tail that was wrapped around her middle.

Bulma, again, took two steps back. He did NOT want to have kids yet.

"Have you two thought of a name yet?" said Krillen, who had her hands clasped behind her back, like she was afraid to touch anything. In a way she was- she'd never had much experience with kids.

Goku looked at her best friend and giggled. "Yup! We are naming her after my grandpa!"

"WHAT?" screamed everyone, including Chichi, and everyone face faulted.

"Goku," Chichi started to say, when she looked up at him, teary eyed.

"You don't like that name?" she said, sniffing, looking devastated. Chichi looked at his wife, and brand new mother, and gave in. It wasn't that big a deal, really.

Lunch laughed. "I knew it was a good idea to teach her that…"

Everyone looked at her, while Goku giggled.

"Gohan she is, then."

Just then a nurse came in to shoo them out. "They need rest!"

All of them piled out of the tiny room, looking back to get final glimpses of the baby.

Sometime later, that same nurse returned with some papers.

"Mrs. Son?" said the nurse, alone in the room," we need you to sign the birth certificate."

Goku, who had just woken up, blinked sleepily at the nurse and nodded, reaching over to sign what the baby's name was.

"Son Gohan? Isn't that cute!" she exclaimed, walking out.

Everyone who had been waiting around outside the room paused.

"Goku gave Gohan HER last name?" Krillen said in confusion.

Chichi just slapped his face. "She didn't know not to…"

To be continued!

Author's note: Should I skip right to "The Arrival" or go more into how Goku coped with being a mother?

Larania