To Want a Saiyan Baby

Chapter 6

Goten's POV

"What about this one Bra?"

"Mmm…No!"

It has been two hours! She's picked out dozens of things for the baby, but absolutely nothing for her. I guess it is kind of my fault that I'm still here; considering I'm the one who said she should get something for her since she'll be under a lot of pressure soon. She's been through probably thousands of lingerie and hasn't found one little item that she likes.

"Hmm…Goten?"

"Yes Babe?"

"I've searched from thongs to full out nightgowns and haven't found anything."

And finally, she states the truth.

"Yea, I see. Heh, heh,heh."

"Wanna just walk through the stores?"

"Sure."

We walked through many baby stores and found many things along with them. I love the way she looks when she finds the perfect thing.

"Goten, I think we have enough baby junk. Want to go home?"

"Yes! Thank Kami!"

Finally we drove home dropped off the clothes and drove to CC. I tried to avoid looking at the cars to see who was there, but sadly I didn't have the willpower. Trunks was here along with Marron, Yamcha, Krillin, 18, Master Roshi, Mom, Dad, Gohan and Videl, Pan and Uub. Pretty much everyone, even Piccolo was here. I escorted Bra to the door and opened it for her.

"Goten!" Mom said running up to me giving me a hug, then Bra.

"Bra!" Bulma said running up to Bra to give her a hug, then me.

"Oh my God, Mom! I need something to eat chocolate to be more specific." Bra said eagerly before rushing into the kitchen in search of something sweet.

She pulled out 6 tubs of pure chocolate frosting with a spoon. Vegeta gave me a do or die look before throwing out that Bra was pregnant. Since Bra was in her pig-out session everyone came and surrounded me with questions.

"Goten, you got my sister pregnant!"

"Uncle Goten's a father! When will the world get any crazier?"

"My little baby's having a baby!"

"It better train, wouldn't want it getting spoiled and end up like Kakorott."

"I want it to train too, son."

They all bombarded me, before we heard a very weak laugh not a funny one, but an evil one, but familiar.