Prologue
It was a month since Broly wished Emily back with the Dragon Balls, and Broly was out in the middle of nowhere, blowing up mountains. He and his wife, Emily had just got into an argument, and somehow ended up making Emily cry. It started out as Emily didn't want to get out of bed because she wasn't feeling well, and it was past her time to get up.
~Flash Back~
"Emily, it's ten O' clock…why aren't you up and about? This is the third day in a role that you have been sleeping in. You're usually an early bird."
"I just don't feel well, Broly. Please…leave me alone." Emily said, throwing up in a bucket
Broly closed his eyes and counted to ten. He usually tried to be patient with Emily, knowing that this behavior is part of her disability, and some of the time, she can't help it.
"Emily, this is your Autism. You need to get up."
"It's not my Autism, Broly! I really don't feel well, and haven't been feeling well for the past couple of days!" Emily snapped, and began to cry
Angry that he made her cry, Broly walked out of the room, and walked out of the house and flew off.
~End Flashback~
After Broly finally cooled down, he went back to the blue Victorian house that had a white picket fence. He walked in, only to find Emily in the kitchen, cooking away, humming. Her long brown hair was no longer in a ponytail, and now was let down.
Broly walked behind Emily and wrapped his arms around her waist. Emily turned around and kissed Broly on the lips, and looked in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted. I finally know why I haven't been feeling well, but I'm going to wait and tell you when we have lunch." Emily said, kissing Broly again
Finally, when lunch was ready, Emily and Broly sat down.
"So Emily…what is it? Why haven't you been feeling well?" Broly asked, taking a bite of his Chicken Florentine
"You may want to put down your fork and stoop eating because what I'm about to tell you is gonna make you choke."
Broly put down his fork. "What is it, Emily?"
"Broly…I'm pregnant."