Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ September 11th: The Day of Terror ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Ok, here’s one of my ranting, I don’t think these things necessary. I mean do you honestly think I would share Trunks at all if he were mine. No, I wouldn’t, so obviously it’s NOT mine. And really, do you think anyone in their right minds would right fanfiction on their own creation. Doubt it.

Sakag: I like your suggestion. Perhaps I should put it in there when I get to that part of the story. You see, the actual story never contains her trip to America, but, when the story is over, four chapters will be added, you know, specials as I call them. And they will be about her four years at the all boy school. A lot of drama, humor, heartache, and whatever else I can think of. I hope you like the newest chapter. God Bless!

A/N: If this chapter appears really, really long, its mainly because there is many songs with it. You will understand when you read it.

The plane was vast in size, rows and rows of seats filling it from one end to another. I couldn’t believe how nice it was just for the simple use of students being transported to America, man this school went all out. When I mean all out, I am sooooo not kidding. The carpet was a thick and lush deep maroon that covered all of the floor. The fabric on the seats matched the floor in coloring, while the metal that held the cushions glistened in the sun light.

“Hey, will ya move?” a voice asked, irritated at being blocked in his pathway to the seats or wherever he wanted to go.

“Sorry,” I mumbled out as a teenaged boy with blonde hair pushed pass me, trying to knock me off balance in the process.

“Whatever, loser,” he commented afterwards, and if it hadn’t been for the now almost full plane, I probably would of tried something.

So, being the proper person that I am, I stuck my tongue out at the boy in front of me, and tried hitting him upside the head. And I would of succeeded too, if not for the stern look from the co-pilot, who was standing by the entrance of the plane. Sighing, I sat myself down with a huff in one of the window seats, angrily looking outside at the luggage carts moving around.

“Um, excuse me, may I sit here?” questioned a hesitant voice to my right, looking that way, I cam face to face with a chocolate skinned boy. He had brown eyes that were kind, and black Mohawk hair. Nodding my head, I let him sit in the empty seat next to mine. “Thanks, I didn’t know where I was going to sit if you didn’t let me take this seat.”

“Yeah, it is pretty crowded isn’t,” I returned the conversation, glad to have some kind of company. This boy who sat beside me, acted strangely like my grandfather, man, I miss him already. “My name’s...Peter.”

“Hi, my name’s Uub. You mind if I call ya Pete?” Uub asked, looking at me with a friendly smile plastered on his features.

“No, I don’t mind,” I replied, smiling also, hoping that I had found a new friend to help me through the loneliness I was experiencing without my family.

“So...why are getting sent to this school?” Uub looked curiously my way, questioning eyes looking directly at my face.

“Um, my school wasn’t exactly the best in the world. It seemed the students mainly revolved around sex,” I told him, blushing as I remembered the last encounter with Ida.

“Oh...well, sounds like a freaky place to me,” he said in return, trying his best not to shiver at the horror that played out through his mind of my old school.

Laughing inwardly, I nodded my head in agreement, my eyes watering from the humor of the situation. Soon, the both of us bursted, and the plane was filled with humorous laughter, we got many a menacing glares, but we didn’t care.

We soon fell into a comfortable silence, both enjoying each other’s company. Listening to the words of the song that played almost soundlessly over the loudspeakers, I felt a cold hand latch itself onto my heart, squeezing until my chest burnt with an imaginary pain. My lips moved to the words, though I had never heard before in my life, and maybe if I had known that this happened for a reason, that it was more than just a simple song, maybe, just maybe I would’ve been able to prevent the future from happening.

There's a silence on the front linesYou can cut it with a knifeYou can stay and take your chancesOr you can run to save your lifeOne side is retreatingAnd the other's runnin' scaredAnd the drums of war are beatingEven though it's undeclared.And both sides say they're winningAnd both sides know they're losingAnd neither one knows what they're fightin' forAnd in the quiet little placesYou can see the little facesHuddled right outside the bedroom doorPraying for an end to this uncivil war.Papa needs a new jobSo he's swallowing his prideOh, but it don't go down easyAnd it eats him up insideAnd Mama, she don't noticeLittle sister's ragged dressLately she don't noticeMuch of anything I guessAnd both sides say they’re winning
And both sides know they’re losing
And neither one knows what they’re fightin’ for
And in the quiet little places
You can see the little faces
Huddled right outside the bedroom door
Praying for an end to this uncivil war.
They're just fightin' off the hungerTrying to keep from going under But the wolves just keep onGatherin' 'round the doorThere's no place to run for coverSo they're turning on each other'Cause there really ain't no winners anymoreJust victims in this uncivil war.There's a silence on the front linesYou can cut it with a knifeYou can stay and take your chancesOr you can run to save your life

“That was This Uncivil War by Martina McBride, the top song of the year so far. It quickly climbed the charts once released and has yet to leave it’s position at the top...” the sound from the radio announced as the hand let go of my beating heart.

Letting out a sigh I didn’t know I had been holding, buckling my seatbelt when the intercom sounded with life and instructed the plane’s passengers that we would be departing shortly. Hearing the plane’s massive engines roar to life, I watched the ground move below us, first slowly, easily seeing the small lines on the pavement, then rapidly the wheel moved on the ground, causing the dotted lines to become one, or so it seemed. I watched for the last time as the sun sank in the sky of Japan, for the final time, those simple words held so much meaning to them. The plane left the ground, it’s wheels moving back to tuck underneath the great machine, and I turned away from the disappearing ground.

One hour later...

Night was settling in fast, causing the noise on the plane to dissipate. Leaning my now throbbing head back onto the seat, I pulled the blanket, which was given to us by the hostesses, closer, shivering at the frigid bite of the air around us. I hadn’t noticed it before but now I did. Closing my eyes, I let a yawn escape my mouth, snuggling even closer to the slight warmth of the seat.

Uub, along with all the other people, had long ago fallen asleep, leaving me to my wandering mind. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried with all my will, to turn off the images that played in front of my eyes whenever I closed them. I felt awful, how could I leave my friends and family when Freeza was on a rampage. It was almost like abandoning them, and with that thought, I felt my stomach churn, I shouldn’t of left, I shouldn’t be here.

Reaching for the small backpack I had carried onto the plane, I opened the top flap, frantically searching for the book I knew it held within it’s contents. Finally feeling a hardcover, I pulled out my hand, journal in it. Flipping through it’s worn pages, I found a clean page towards the end of the book. Grabbing a pen I scribbled down my hope, my fear, and most of all, my love.

Dear Journal,

What would it be like to live a simple life? One where I wouldn’t have to worry about evil aliens attacking the Earth. One where I wouldn’t have to leave my family...my friends. No one knows the heartache I hide behind these walls, behind the walls I put up so long ago. No one knows the real me, well, except one. The one who knows me inside and out, the one that I trusted from the very beginning. The one that I still trust, no matter what.

I sit here, and look out into the never ending sky, wondering, wondering if my life
will be joyous, even though I can no longer see them with my eyes. Will I be able to keep
my charade going for four whole years? Is it even possible? But what choice do I possibly have.

As I write these words, I hope that they all know how much a I adore them all,
how much I would suffer without their presence. If it wasn’t for them, I would probably
not be with the land of the living. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to return the favor.

Yours Truly,

Sealing the page, that was now filled with words, with a single tear, I slowly and lovingly put the little book into the pack and curled back into the seat. Listening to the gentle humming of the engines, letting it lull me into a state of peace, and soon to rest. I never heard the noises from the luggage compartment, nor the sounds of guns being loaded from the same place. If I had, maybe I would have investigated, if I had, maybe I could of stopped them. Maybe. And then again, maybe not.

The Next Day...

I woke to the feeling of someone shaking my shoulder, while telling me wake from my state of slumber. Mumbling something incoherent, I tried to curl back into a small little ball, which the evil person trying to wake me ignored, and shook me once again. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes and looked up into the smiling eyes of Uub, relieved that he had finally awaken me.

“What?” I asked, grumbling about me woke up by a way too perky person, way too early in the morning.

“Well, we’ve landed,” he said simply as my eyes lit up, could it be? So soon? It wasn’t possible was it?

“In America?” I questioned, astonished on how this could be. I mean there was no possible way that we could of landed in America just yet.

“Of course not, we’ve landed at an airport in another country so we can pick up a few more students,” Uub explained nonchalantly.

“And where are they going to sit may I ask?” I asked sarcastically, there was absolutely no room left on this plane, or so it looked like anyways.

“Good question,” he commented as he rose from his seat, and I followed him into the small alleyway between the rows of chairs.

We left the confines of the plane, listening to the hostess yell at us to make sure we were back in an hour, precisely, or they would leave without us. Shrugging it off as another empty threat like they always did, we walked on.

As we came to the waiting area, our breaths seemed to be sucked right from our lungs. The place was huge, holding it’s own stores and movie theaters. In fact, there was a Burger King, Sonic, and McDonalds in the building as well. Quickly departing from the other’s company, we promised to meet each other in forty-five minutes, in the exact same spot we had left minutes ago.

With my pack still on my shoulder, I first ran to the bathroom, when no one was looking. Checking my look in the mirror, I made sure nothing had slipped, everything looked as it should. Taking this chance to relieve myself before exploring the rest of the airport, I hurried out of the restroom, excited to see what there was to see.

Running into the nearest bookstore, I purchased two new journals for future use, since my old was quickly running out of pages to write my thoughts upon. Browsing through the selection of choices, I found a red, orange, and blue one that wrote black which reminded me of my family back at home. The second one was dark blue, lavender, and black, which wrote red, reminding me of the Briefs back at home as well. Smiling I purchased them, and quickly left the shop.

Realizing that my time was growing short, I rushed into the local music store and picked up a few CDs I had been wanting for some time, hoping to get to listen to them on my disc man I brought with me on this long trip. Thanking the storekeeper for his kindness in helping me find the wanted items, I quickly departed the shop, and ran to the place where I would meet up with Uub.

Finding the boy sitting on one of the benches, I approached him silently, hoping to be able to surprise him from his wanderings of the mind. Tip-toeing almost literally, I was quite surprised when, right before I yelled ‘Boo’, he told not to even think about it. My mouth agape, I looked at him wondrously, pondering on how in the world, with my Saiyan heritage, he was able to do that.

“Its an old trick I picked up,” Uub said, answering my unasked question, as he rose and strolled off, a smug look on his face. Eyebrows knitted, I seethed after him, silently plotting my revenge for the future.

That Night...

I let Uub listen to some of my new CDs since he as well brought a player. Laughing, as well as talking, with the earphones hanging around our neck blaring music, I quickly found myself befriending this boy. No one of the male species had ever excepted me, the only ones had been my grandfather Goku, my father Gohan, my uncle Goten, Yamcha, Piccolo, Krillen, Master Roshi, Dende, Tien, Vegeta, and Trunks. That may seem like a lot, but, considering these were the people who either had Saiyan blood coursing through their veins or, had long since known of us, they just didn’t count.

Feeling an empty spot fill the very pit of my stomach at the mere thought of my family sent me to silence. Seeing this, Uub looked my way, but decided against asking what was wrong. Pulling the earphones back over our ears, we silently ended the conversation. I looked out the window and watched the stars in the sky. They twinkled, seemingly winking at us, like a certain man I knew did quite a lot.

Again, night seemed to seep in, sending all of the passengers into a state of unconsciousness. Sighing, I took out the worn book I so dearly loved and opened to the second to the last page. Searching my pack for the pen that I had as long as the journal itself, I found the writing utensil that was almost out of ink. Bringing it up to the now opened pages, I started writing, trying my best to keep from too much of my pain showing.

Dear Journal,

Tonight I saw a falling star,
And for once I wondered where you are.
Are you at home, mourning the loss of me?
Or off on a date, seeing what there is to see?
Do you miss me in the least?
Sometimes I wonder if I am nothing but a hideous beast.
I miss seeing your beautiful face,
The smile that touches your mouth with such grace.
Do you miss me as well?
Or am I just wishing on a dead wishing well?
I look up into the face of the moon,
Hoping to see you again soon.
And for some reason, I know you’re looking too.
For some odd reason, without a doubt, I know its you.
Blow me a kiss for luck,
And tell me to buck it up.
Give me a hug to help me through,
No one else can but you.
I know as this night grows on,
That I have truly gone.
A tear may stream down,
But don’t let that make you frown.
I’ll stay with you to the end of time,
For you are mine.
I blow you kiss for remembrance,
And maybe in a since,
You’ll understand what I have to do,
But whatever happens, in the end, I love you.
If you cry, remember that one phrase,
For I’m sure it will amaze,
Those who understands how a heart beats,
And how two lives can meet.
Do not fret, my love,
For this will come to you like a sweet dove.
With this my loving lullaby,
I say this final goodbye.

Yours Truly,
I don’t know why I wrote that, nor do I know why I did what I did next. Running to the office area of the plane, I quickly took the new entry to my worn journal and copied its words onto a paper of pure white paper, with black print printed on it’s flawless surface. Letting my heart beat in my ears, I prayed to the god above to not let any wake to the sound of the machine doing it’s job.

Racing to where I knew the pressure release hole was, I slid it through the small opening, bracing my feet against the amount of air that whisked in. Closing it hurriedly, I ran away from the scene, feeling the feeling of fear down my spine the entire way.

Reaching the seat that I had chosen has my own, I let my eyes close, a few stray tears falling down my flushed cheeks. I was glad no one was awake. No one was there to see me take off my hat, no one was there to see me cry, and yet, no one was there to comfort me, as I cried myself to sleep.

Morning...

The next morning came to soon for my liking, as the evil ray of sunshine shone down on my face waking me from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I nearly froze in fear at remembering that my hat was off, thus letting my secret go. Turning around quickly, I noticed with much relief that I was the only one that seemed to be awake. Grabbing my hat, which was lying on the floor, I put it back on my head, properly covering my hair from view.

Looking up at the clock that was mounted to the front of the seating room, I noticed that it was merely 7:23 a.m., I had nothing to worry about, for now. Walking to the front of the room, I turned on the television that was mounted on the wall. Flipping through the channels, I came upon an old cartoon that I use to watch when I was younger, Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck.

Time seemed to fly by as each member of the group of passengers awoke. Giving me a surprised look, Uub questioned silently how in the world I had managed to wake before he. I shrugged, and continued watching the show, each of us slightly laughing when Daffy Duck tried to fool Elmer Fudd into believing it was rabbit season instead of duck season. Though in the end, Bugs had Elmer, going after Daffy Duck, and the duck actually believed what Bugs was saying, that is, until he was shot by Elmer’s gun.

The hostess laughed as well, as she merrily entered the room, greeting us to a new and glorious day. Smiling in return, we each greeted her in return, unbelievingly care free because of a simple kids show that sent our spirits soaring.

All was going gloriously, until our show was interrupted with a news broadcast. Fear stabbing me in the gut, each of us watched with silenced breaths, awaiting the voice of the reporter to come on. The woman seemed not to be able to speak for awhile, as the sight playing out before her sent her mouth to a lack of words. The north tower to the World Trade Center had smoke rolling out from one of it’s upper floors.

“Dear Americans, and whoever else is listening. Today, on the date of September 11th, year 2001, the World Trade Center was hit by American Flight 11 at the time of 8:45 a.m. Thousands of people were killed instantly, including the ones on the plane and the floor in which the plane hit. This is the day of judgement my friends, this is the day that will remain in your hearts for the rest of your existence. Our only question now, is it over?” the scene changed to the picture of people running in fear.

Hearing rummaging in the back part of the plane didn’t register in my mind. The fear was too great at the moment. That was where we were supposed to land in New York City, USA. Tears streamed down my face freely, as did everyone else’s. There was no embarrassment here, thousands of people were killed shamelessly, some trapped inside as of now, trying to struggle through, and not end up like the rest.

The clock ticked on, reading 8:55 a.m., but a few minutes before we would land in America, before we could escape the fear of being on a flight at the moment the US was under attack. The only thoughts running through my head were, Man, this flight takes forever, I thought as I looked down upon the world from the plane’s window.

And then again, the scene rolled across the screen once again, making my form shake. There on the screen, stood the two towers, one with smoke rolling out of it’s wonderful features. My body shook with dread as I looked on at the great tragedy that had been inflicted on upon the United States of America.

Everyone was silent, as a metal object was pressed to the back of my neck, and the plane was invaded with ugly and fearsome looking men. My body trembling, I felt an arm encircle my neck from behind, squeezing slightly to prove his point. Latching onto his arm, trying to breath regularly, I froze when I could smell the smell of blood. The pilot and co-pilot were dead.

Leaving me behind, he took the hostess in his sights, and, with an evil grin, pulled the trigger. I watched, as her eyes flew open in surprise, and her body slumped to the ground, blood trickling from her head, and onto the maroon carpeting. That’s when the plane broke into pandemonium.
Turning quickly, he ordered all of to sit and shut up, we did as we were told.

I could feel Uub shaking beside me, and, I sent my hand to his arm, comforting him as best as I could. Before I knew it, the clock fell on the stroke of 9:00 a.m., and my heart beat faster with every passing minute. Every ticking second, my life flashed before my eyes, I couldn’t do anything and I knew it. Though I was quarter Saiyan, my skin could still be penetrated by bullets, and if what I thought they were going to do was true, I would need to be here to help people out afterwards, that is, if I was a survivor.

Cowering again, I let my mind go to my family at home, and I hoped, no, I prayed that they had got that poem, no matter how unlikely it was, I still had hope. Shutting my eyes, I felt the plane start to lower, and my greatest fears came alive.

In the distance, I saw the Twin Towers coming into view, both standing proudly, even though they faced certain doom. The American spirit was one of bravery and courage, the true American spirit could stare death in the eye without batting an eye. A true American would stand as tall and proud and as the two towers were doing now.

The plane seemed to speed up, as the towers became so close that one could see every detail of the towers’ outlines. All of us quickly went to the position that had taught us before taking this flight. Time seemed to stop as our hearts beat as one, our breaths joined together into one intake of air, and our spirits became one with each other.

United Flight 175, the one I rode from Japan to America, hit the South Tower at of the World Trade Center at 9:06 a.m., but the American spirit stood proud, vowing that one day, the lives that were selfishly slain, would indeed, be avenged.

At Capsule Corps...

Trunks one the living room couch, along with the rest of the Briefs and Son family each watching silently as the Towers in America were hit. And, they knew at once, that the youngest of their group’s plane, had been the plane that had just hit the second tower. And they group of friends watched in silence as the proud and brave America wept with grief. And the following song played out, in tribute to the people that cried now and ones still to come, as the pictures of the tragedy played out in front of their eyes.

My dearest son it’s almost June I hope this letter catches up with you, and finds you well It’s been dry but they’re calling for rain And everything’s the same old same, in Johnsonville Your stubborn old daddy ain’t said too much But I’m sure you know he sends his love And she goes on, in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy And they all laugh
Like there’s something funny bout the way I talk When I say momma sends her best y'all I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me drivin’ on Waitin’ on, letters from home My dearest love it’s almost dawn I been lying here all night long Wonderin’ where you might be I saw your momma and I showed her the ring Man on the television said some things, so I couldn’t sleep But I’ll be all right I'm just missin' you And this is me kissing you X's and O's, in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy And they all laugh cause she calls me honey But they take it hard,
Cause I don’t read the good parts I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me drivin’ on Waitin on, letters from home Dear son I know I ain’t written And sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen
It occurs to me I might not have said it so I’ll say it now Son you make me proud
I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy But no one laughs,
Cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier cries And I just wipe my eyes I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me drivin’ on Waitin on, letters from home.

Not a single person laughed as the warriors cried, and I have to say, even the king himself, stood in the room, weeping for their loss. The cold Bra fell to her knees, crying, as her mother went to her side and held her, comforting her child. Goku and Chi Chi sat on the sofa to the left of the T.V., there hands interlocked, and Chi Chi crying on her mate’s shoulder, as Goku let silent tears fall down his face.

Gohan and Videl were crumpled into a heap, unable to handle what was happening at this moment. Goten sat in the corner of the room, his knees pulled to his chest as he wept silently, mourning the loss of his niece.

Vegeta silently strolled over to his now practically destroyed son, and for the first time since Trunks was a small boy, Vegeta took him in his arms, and hugged him. The king couldn’t imagine the thought of losing Bulma, and for that, he comforted his son for the loss of his future mate.

Son and Father separated soon, as Vegeta went to hold his mate and daughter, leaving his son to grieve in peace. The breeze came in through the open window, and blew his lavender locks across his tanned forehead. Closing his eyes, he felt something hit his lap. Eyes snapping open, he looked down at the paper he now held within his clutches, he looked at the writing that was on the page. It was Pan’s writing, without a doubt. He read it silently.

Dear Journal,

Tonight I saw a falling star,
And for once I wondered where you are.
Are you at home, mourning the loss of me?
Or off on a date, seeing what there is to see?
Do you miss me in the least?
Sometimes I wonder if I am nothing but a hideous beast.
I miss seeing your beautiful face,
The smile that touches your mouth with such grace.
Do you miss me as well?
Or am I just wishing on a dead wishing well?
I look up into the face of the moon,
Hoping to see you again soon.
And for some reason, I know you’re looking too.
For some odd reason, without a doubt, I know its you.
Blow me a kiss for luck,
And tell me to buck it up.
Give me a hug to help me through,
No one else can but you.
I know as this night grows on,
That I have truly gone.
A tear may stream down,
But don’t let that make you frown.
I’ll stay with you to the end of time,
For you are mine.
I blow you kiss for remembrance,
And maybe in a since,
You’ll understand what I have to do,
But whatever happens, in the end, I love you.
If you cry, remember that one phrase,
For I’m sure it will amaze,
Those who understand how a heart beats,
And how two lives can meet.
Do not fret, my love,
For this will come to you like a sweet dove.
With this my loving lullaby,
I say this final goodbye.

Yours Truly,
She had wrote it the night before this horrific ordeal. Almost as if she knew what was to come, and maybe in a sense she did. Trunks held it close to his breaking heart, unable to control his emotions any longer, he powered up. His once lavender hair, now was a golden yellow, and flared up straight. He let out a primal growl and then a painful yell, as his entire world seemed to shatter around him.
A/N: For your curiosity, the first song was sung be Martina McBride, the song’s title was This Uncivil War, and the second one you heard was sung by John Michael Montgomery, titled Letters From Home.

A/N: This chapter was extremely emotional for me. I am not afraid to say that I in-fact did cry and my hands and arms did shake. The poem you saw above was my own original work titled Lullaby, please do not take it. I wrote it right along with this chapter. Thank you to all who reviewed last time and times in the past. The information like what type of plane in what tower at what time is all true. Everything else, I’m sure you know is fictional. Please review, and tell me what you think. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I’ll answer them if I can. Look for Chapter 7: September 11th: The Day the World Cried. Until next time my friends. See ya!

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