8 weeks later.

Gohan was currently sitting in his living room. Laptop balancing on one leg, baby Pan on the other.

He was looking at the computer longingly. He really wanted to publish the next chapter of his story, but first he had to get it written.

Sure, he wasn't a professional author. He was a scientist. Hardly someone who should even be looking at a Microsoft word document. Not even his wife knew about his fiction exploits.

But fiction is a way to escape reality for a bit. He was tired. All the diapers, the screams, the hunger… all the things that give babies their bad stereotypes. At 23 years old, this was Son Gohan's life.

So there he sat. His story was coming along. Really it was.

In the lower corner of his screen, he saw a notification pop up. It was a message from one of his writing peers. Mr. Meha.

Yet another question about time zones.

Between the two of them, they were trying to wrap their heads around the concept of time zones. Despite the fact that the earth is undeniably round, combined with the fact that the sun shines light in one direction from a hundred million miles away, the sun seems to rise and set everywhere on the planet at the same damned times.

Seriously. Did someone use the dragon balls?

Who knows.

That's besides the point really. Gohan had larger issues to worry about. He was supposed to get this story out to Mr. Meha this morning.

Again, there wasn't anything official about this arrangement, but he still felt bad when he didn't hold up his own end of the bargain. You say that you're going to do something, you best do it.

Gohan looked down at his daughter in frustration.

Why did she have to look so darn cute when she slept.

And why did she have to sleep on his right hand. It was really hard to type with only one hand as it was, but he had to use his left hand too?! Ridiculous.

"WHAAAAAA! WHAAAAAA!"

Well, so much for this. Gohan took his free hand and closed the laptop. Setting it to the side, he have his daughter his full attention.

"What do you want this time baby girl?" He spoke out loud. He held her up over his head with both hands, and started lifting her up and down.

"WHAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa…"

Looks like it was working. She was finally calming down.

He set her back down on his chest, and even managed to get both of his hands free to begin typing properly on his laptop.

For approximately one minute. Until Videl walked into the room.

"Hey Gohan, can you get her into her carseat so that we can go to your parents?" She asked.

Ah. That's right. Goten's birthday was today. Officially 13 years old.

Guess writing was going to have to be pushed a bit further back after all.

"Sure thing hun." He said, trying to keep any hint of frustration out of his voice.

Later that night, the Son family was returning home. The birthday party had gone off without a hitch, and Gohan was looking forward to the whole evening of possibility ahead of him.

A magical combination had finally been reached. Pan was asleep, and not on him for once. Videl was exhausted from visiting with his family, completely understandable, and made her way to bed.

This left Gohan alone with his baby girl once more. He looked at her for a moment, taking in her cuteness and proceeded to grab his laptop.

God. It felt amazing to get two hands back on the keyboard.

"mmmm. Waaaa. Gaaaaa."

He froze. She was waking up.

As a preventative measure, he shut down all of the lights in the room, and even went so far as to turn on some white noise. It hadn't taken Videl too long to come onboard the magical machine once she saw the results first hand. Granted, until that happened, she had crushed 5 more phones in the meantime.

This week, she seemed to settle with "extreme pouring rain". Loading it up, he tossed on his noise-canceling headphones as well. They didn't quite block everything out, but they were damned nice for the white noise.

It worked wonders.

Sitting back down once more at his reclining chair, he set back to work.

The second his fingers started to type, he heard it.

The loudest, wettest, most explosive shart he had ever heard in his life.

How in the world did this baby always manage to make such loud noises?

Questions for later.

"WHAAAAAAA! WHAAAAA!"

True to form, Pan screamed bloody murder. Sure, no one likes having poop in their pants, but be damned if she didn't genuinely think that she was going to die with a scream like that.

"Okay.. Okay baby. I hear you." Gohan said. Understanding that this absolutely needed to happen.

Mr. Meha would understand.

One diaper change later, Pan still refused to settle down. He was trying absolutely every trick in the book. She was snuggled up to his chest, pacifier was firmly in her mouth, and he was rocking her just as much as he dared.

Only one thing left to try.

Pulling out his trusty phone, he started up the white noise and immediately began to enjoy the benefits.

Just as he was putting his headphones on, as Pan was once again falling asleep, she did something completely unexpected.

"Da da.. da da"

Gohan froze.

Surely that must have been a coincidence, right?

Afterall, she's only 2 months old… there's no way that she should be speaking at all yet, let alone know exactly who he is.

Nonetheless. The biggest smile that he had ever worn graced his face.

"That's right baby girl." He spoke with pure happiness "I'm you're daddy."

He closed the laptop and set to spend some quality time with his daughter.

Mr. Meha could wait just a little bit longer.

Whelp. This chapter didn't turn out quite like I wanted it to, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless!

Also, a great thanks to Mr. Me2 for giving me some.. interesting?.. sure. Interesting ideas and conversations via the fanfiction PM system.

Also, I'd like to wish a big happy birthday to my sister! – Who's birthday coincides with the last possible day that Goten is thought to have been born. Today!

Cheers!

Edit: thanks to the guest reviewer that pointed out that I put Goten and Gohan's ages too close together. Glad you enjoyed the story!