To Want a Saiyan Baby

Chapter 9

Bra's POV

It was cold, too cold. I was only three months there's no way that June could have turned to December that fast. I looked at the calendar to see it was August 20th, and then I opened a computer window to see it was 104 degrees.

"What! 104 degrees my ass! It's freaking freezing!"

I turned around to see Goten approaching wearing shorts and a tank-top.

"Bra, is something wrong, babe?"

"Is something wrong! Yes, it feels like its forty frikin' degrees!"

"Bra, if you haven't noticed, you've been turning the damn heater up all weekend; and it's actually ONE HUNDRED-forty degrees, not forty."

"Nah-aah, Goten it's actually 104 degrees, I just checked."

I smirked at myself for beating him in this "game".

"Bra, that's outside, I was talking about inside."

I blushed at losing this battle and apologized for getting so PMS on him.

"It's okay Bra, you're gonna have your issues for a while, until those days are over I think I'll go to the pool for like, I dunno a couple…."

"Hours?"

"No, probably days, or weeks."

"Wow, Goten that was just LOL. I'm laughing my ass off. Know what, Goten I don't give a shit because….. aargh!"

As I marched away Goten blinked his eyes in surprise and walked away. Through our bonds I could hear him loud and clear though.

*Wow, how did I piss her off today? I guess pregnancy for Son Bulla Vegeta Briefs=PMS. No shocker there.*

Why did I ever marry a Son. Oh well, at least I love him.