10 months

Mr. Son sat in his living room. Legs crossed as he sat in the corner of his large sectional couch. He was working on his laptop to prepare the next chapter to go to Mr. Meha. He wore an ugly Christmas sweater with reindeer stitching, and a pair of black jeans to go with it.

Videl was sick today and barricaded herself in the bedroom as to not get baby Pan sick. While he was sad that he wouldn't be able to spend the day together as a family, he did look forward to the opportunity to venture into his long lost hobby. It's been a few months since he's been able to do any writing.

During the week most evenings are over by 7:00, and it always seems that either he or his wife always get caught late at their jobs. Which leads to them spending as much time together as they can on the weekends. But hey, life changes after you have a baby. It's only natural.

For the Son family, the changes were a bit more exaggerated than the 'normal' family. But hey. What was 'normal' anyways?

"PAN! No don't go over there!"

"Hehe"

"Come back to the floor Pan!"

"Gehehahah!"

Pan had learned to fly. At ten months old, just when most babies were starting to balance on two feet, his little munchkin had discovered how to fly.

Most 'normal' parents only had to worry about the things that were left out on the floor. Choking hazards such as pennies or lint.

Not so for the Son household. For them, blindes had to be taken down, pictures either had to come down or be reinforced with adhesive. Light switches now had plastic coverings. All wiring for the tv and computer locations had to be run through the walls.

For the most part, Pan was actually a pretty safe flier.

THUD

For the most part… Luckily she had loving parents to make up for the rest.

Before she even had time to process that she had flown head-first into the ceiling, her daddy had already caught her in mid air and pulled her into his chest.

"PAN! Are you okay?"

She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes, clearly not understanding what happened, but smiled when she recognized who was holding her.

"Da da da da da da da da"

"Jeez baby girl. You sure know how to give me a heart attack."

Gohan lowered himself back to the floor, and Pan got restless in his arms. She squirmed out and launched herself towards her stuffed bear.

This gave Gohan just the idea that he needed.

Gohan was once again sitting on the couch. His pace was starting to pick up when he heard a door down the hall click open.

"Oh, hey Videl! How are you feeling?" He asked when his lovely wife walked into the room.

Her nose was still red, and she was dressed in green pajamas with a fuzzy red robe. She had a bowl in her hands, hinting that she was going back to the kitchen for more cereal.

She stopped to acknowledge her husband. As she opened her mouth to speak, something caught her attention. Looking up, she saw just how Gohan was entertaining Pan while he was playing on his laptop.

"I don't even know if I should be mad." Were the first words out of her mouth. "It's actually kind of genius. Ha chew!"

"Bless you... " he said, tossing over his handkerchief for her to blow her nose. "I thought it was clever."

"Thanks." She said, catching the cloth. "Just make sure she doesn't get dizzy."

She then left the room, and Gohan took a moment to look up and admire his handiwork.

Above him, Pan was flying around in circles trying to catch her pink teddy bear. Attached to its body was a rope connecting it to the slowly rotating ceiling fan.

Whelp. That marks the first words that I've written(on my own stories) for at least a few months.

Hope you enjoy!