Disclaimer: The One Piece manga is the property of its creator, Eiichiro Oda. The One Piece anime is the property of their authorised owners. These stories are created by the author. All original settings, characters, etc. remain the property of the author.

Author's Note: As for the title, it is a cocktail. It has no relation with the stories; I just liked its name and decided to use it for my One Piece fanfic collection.

For the curious ones, the recipe of the cocktail:

Combine first four ingredients. Stir until sugar is dissolved, chill. Then add ginger ale just before serving. Add ice ring to keep punch cold.

Ingredients:
4 Cranberry juice
1 1/2 Sugar
4 Pineapple juice
1 Almond extract
2 Ginger ale

I have no idea about the units of the ingredients; this is the way it was in the webpage I found the recipe. I didn't taste it before, I hope it is a nice drink :))

I planned make the first story about Ace but it turned out to be one about Dragon. Well, anyway, I like him as well. I will write that Ace story sooner or later...

Cranberry Punch

A One Piece fanfic collection
by Galliechan
© Copyright 2009

The Revolutionary Surname

A knock on the door forcefully snatched him from his thoughts on the map in front of him. With an irritated grunt, he called "Come!"

A young man in a uniform entered, holding a brown package.

"The package you ordered, Dragon-san."

After hearing his name, the man turned to look at the young soldier with narrowed eyes. His intense eyes scanned him up and down before stopping on his face. Did he know this soldier? Ignoring the slight nervous shifting of the soldier, he narrowed his eyes further, searching his mind for this face. The least he should do was to remember his name, and by the way, what was he thinking that he forgot the name of a person who was on a first name basis with him –

"Put it on the table." He said with a stoic voice as he turned back to his map.

Of course that soldier-he-didn't-see-before was on a first name basis with him. Everybody on the headquarters, hell, everybody on the earth was on a first name basis with him. For there to be another option, he must have a second or third name, logically.

Too bad Dragon didn't have any middle names. He has an initial but that really wasn't a name his parents gave him or anything like that so he refused to use it as a name. So that left Dragon with a name and a surname.

Unfortunately, there were only a handful of people that knew his surname. And half of them were related to him.

So, he wasn't sure why he kept on being surprised when people he didn't know at all called him by his name. I mean, it was his decision; his first decision as Dragon the Revolutionary. He wanted to have no relation with Monkey D. Dragon.

Because Money D. Dragon had left a wife on the shore of a small island, waken up to wave him goodbye at that undignified hour of the morning, ignoring the condition her pregnant body had been in, only to smile and wish good luck to her husband she wouldn't see again. She and their unborn-child shouldn't have had any relation to revolutions and wars because his big dreams aside, Dragon wouldn't allow anything to disturb his family's peace, even his future.

Also Monkey D. Dragon had a father part of the organization he was going to declare war upon. His old man was a tough guy and wouldn't allow his son's reputation to affect him but still, all his fists and priority-justice self to one side he was a softie towards his family and it wasn't worth the risk.

In addition, it would be exponentially harder to collect companions if he were to introduce himself as the son of the Marine hero. Not that he wouldn't be able to accomplish if he chose to do it but he preferred to use his energy in more beneficial ways.

Therefore, apart from this first name basis issue, Dragon was quite happy to be known only by his name. Furthermore, it was a cool name. And comparing it with his surname...really...I mean, his parents had given him a good name and a nice initial but the surname was just...you got it. Not cool. Though at this point, Dragon was sure if he were to appear and say his real name was 'donkey', the World Government would declare all the donkeys of the world as outlaws. Anyway, that's not the point right now.

The point was that for the last few months, Dragon had the most disturbing, against-all-his-plans but irrepressible urge of his lifetime.

He wanted to shout out his name. Not like in his room or headquarters, no, he wanted to shout out his name plus surname to the whole world.

He wanted everybody to know that he was the father of Monkey D. Luffy. He wanted every single person on earth – hell, every single living organism on earth – to know that the grinning boy who challenges the world again and again with a great dream and never loses his determination against all the odds and enemies was his boy.

When the messengers saw his bounty poster, instead of telling him how this powerful rookie was the grandson of the marine hero, he wanted to hear that this boy was the son of the revolution leader.

Dragon smirked, pulling his drawer to look at the bounty poster of his son.

For now, he has to bear with the stories of his relation with Garp the Fist, but the day was near where he would shout to the world that Luffy was his son.

Wholeheartedly, he was looking forward to that day.