Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ September 11th: The Day the World Cried ( Chapter 7 )
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By: CowgirlUSA 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 292 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 292 | Status: Completed
A/N: Oh yeah, did I forget to tell you the ages, I think I did, well here goes: (at this point, and if I did tell you the ages earlier, these are the ages now)
Trunks: 17
Bra: 13 (14 in three months)
Pan: 14
Goten: 16
Uub:15
Marron: 12
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.
Flames touching my stinging feet.
Crumbling.
Building swaying and mumbling.
Screams.
People running in great heaps.
Pain.
Screaming out in vain.
The pain filled my body, trying to take me back into the dark nothingness that had it’s hold on me previously. The force of this was worse than being hit by three very powerful Kamehameha Waves. Moving ever so slightly, which I found it to be extremely difficult, and opening my eyes, I saw such a horrific site, that it will haunt me til my dying day, which could be pretty soon in fact.
The entire opposite side of the plane was gone, now I’m not saying it was damaged beyond repair, no, it was gone. And in fact, my side of the plane looked as if had been put through a huge paper shredder of some sorts. Why I hadn’t ended up like my comrades, I didn’t know. My breathing was irregular, which I could tell, and I tried my best to calm it, though it seemed to have it’s own ideas.
Turning, I was incredibly relieved to find Uub still alive, looks like we were the only ones, though we didn’t come out of it unscathed. Listening to his breathing, I noticed that his even, and he didn’t seem to wince with each intake, like I did. His heartbeat was regular, good and strong, the only thing he had to worry about was a good sized gash on his head. Shaking his shoulder, I watched him stir, and blinking his eyes once or twice, he looked my way.
“Pete? What happened?” Uub asked, staring at the damage and mayhem that surrounded him on all sides.
“We, um, hit the Twin Towers, Uub. It looks has if we’re the only ones left, I’m afraid. Are you alright?” I said urgently, we had to get out of here fast, or we may become another victim of this tragedy.
“Yeah, I think so, besides the aching head, I feel pretty good. And you?” he looked worriedly my way, noticing how I winced quite a bit.
“I think I may of cracked some ribs, and punctured a lung,” I replied with dread, I knew this could slow us down, and it worried me to no end.
He didn’t say anything, both of us nodding in a silent agreement, we both stood, and I was about ready to take a step forward, that is, before I heard Uub’s pain-filled yell that echoed throughout the plane. Stepping up next to him, I saw the problem, his arm from the elbow down was twisted so that it was backwards to the way it was supposed to be. Uub held his shoulder with agony, and I looked to see that there was a bone sticking out, not through the skin, but so you could tell it wasn’t in the right place.
“Uub? Can you make it?” I questioned, fearing that the pain would override him which would mean his death.
“Yeah, I think, I mean, I’ll have to,” he said, forcing a smile on his lips, though his face was still twisted with the pain.
“There is a way for me to help you,” I told him, hesitantly toying with the soft cloth of my hat, nerves getting to me.
“There is? What?” Uub asked excitedly, hoping to reduce the pain that would most likely render him helpless.
“I can tear my hat to make it a sort of sling, but, you have to promise that what you see under the hat will remain a secret between you and me,” I explained already moving my hands to my head.
“I promise,” he whispered, and I asked no more questions as I quickly ripped off my hat and started tearing into one piece. He stared at me the entire time, amazed at what was going on. “Pete, you’re, you’re...”
“Yeah, I know,” I told him, lifting his arm ever so gently so I could place it in the makeshift sling that would have to work for now.
“And you’re going to a,” Uub started again as I synched the know on his good shoulder tighter, wanting it to hold.
“Again, I know,” I told, looking at my handiwork, and grabbing my pack back that was still safe, slung it over my shoulder.
“Why?” Uub asked, as he followed me out of the burning machine, and into the very dangerous building.
“I don’t think this the time, nor the place to be having this conversation. All you need to know is my name is Pan Son,” I replied, speeding up into a jog.
No more words were spoken, as he followed me through the destroyed room and I listened for any sounds indicating a piece of floor caving in or something. I could hear the ragged breathing of Uub not far behind, I could tell he was in pain, but he was moving. As for me, I wasn’t sure how long I could go, my lungs were not wanting to work from the beginning, and now I was running, I was not getting the air I needed.
Stopping, and putting my hand on a near by wall, I stooped over, resting my free hand on my knee, trying desperately to regain the breath I needed, it wasn’t happening. Uub came to my side quickly, putting is uninjured hand on my trembling shoulders, I feared for both his and my lives.
“Pan, are you, I mean, can you at least manage a little longer?” Uub questioned me, realizing that I was in real trouble.
“Yeah, I think, maybe if we can get to a lower level we can find help,” I wheezed out, and the taste of blood seeped into my mouth, spitting it out quickly, I let him lead the way, if I passed out, I knew we were done.
The elevator would not be working, we didn’t even try it, what would be the point? So as the door to the staircase came into view, we both visibly let out a sigh of relief. Our escape was getting closer by each step we took. Opening the door, Uub gestured for me to go first, so that if I blacked out, he may be able to stop me from a fatal fall by grabbing my shoulders or something.
The stairs seemed to sway, like a leaf in a mighty tornado, and I held onto the decaying, or that’s what it looked like, railing, trying to remain from going unconscious. Taking one step at a time, I barely had time to react before the entire ceiling fell, missing us, but blocking our path from escape. And I knew by the way I heard Uub’s breathing, he had given up all hope.
“Don’t worry Uub, I’ll get us out of here,” I said hoarsely, letting my hands go to my side, I gathered my energy, ready to blast through the rubble. “Ka-Me-Ha-Me-HA!!!!”
The blue streak of energy left my palms and went straight to the pile of metal pipes and support rods, plus the huge pieces of cement that had been the ceiling itself. The beam of energy blew the rubble out of the way immediately, pieces of what was left, falling gently to the ground. Trudging forward, we remained quiet, Uub didn’t question my little show of my heritage, he would worry about that later.
My feet shook, partly from my own condition, but mostly from something that wasn’t anything that I wanted to occur. The cement under my feet gave way ever so slightly, leaving small, jagged indentions, and before we could react, the entire staircase fell to the next level, several feet below.
Falling through the air was not a good experience in my opinion, I was so drained of energy that I couldn’t even get my body to fly, and the ground was getting closer by the second. Bracing myself, I felt my back hit hard ground, and the wind being knocked from me. The taste of blood filled my mouth completely now, and I could feel it seeping from my nose. I knew it was over, I knew this was the end.
Outside on the ground...
“Oh my gosh. Mom! Dad! Look!” a girl’s voice shrieked, looking at the two buildings before her with awe.
“Oh my,” was all the short haired blonde’s reply, as she joined her daughter, looking at the sight that lay before them.
“Oh no,” came the almost same reply from the short, black-haired man who now stood by his wife and child.
One thought raced through their minds, their twenty year old son was in that building, and things were not looking good in his favor. Silent tears fell from their eyes, as the father of the family confirmed their suspicions, their’s son’s ki was gone, not even a trace.
“Goodbye my son,” the man said with gloom, as his eyes stared at the building with misery, and his eyes held hatred to the planes that hit it.
“No,” the mother sighed out, falling to her knees, crying to her heart’s content as her husband went to her side.
“MATT!” screamed the daughter’s voice, anguish in her yell as she knew that her brother was gone, for good.
Back with Uub and Pan...
I moaned, my back was in unparallel pain, I had hit a rock when I hit, and I was extremely lucky that I did not brake my spine. Sitting up, I looked to my fallen friend, who was out like a light just like I had been a few moments ago. Sliding towards his fallen figure, I shook him gently, arousing him from his state of unconsciousness.
“Uub?” I questioned, watching him sit up with a great amount of strain and effort on his part. He grimaced, but succeeded in his challenge.
“I’m fine Pan, and you?” he looked my way, noticing the blood that covered my face, and how I wheezed when I breathed in. “Pan!”
“I’m fine, really. Right now, our concern is getting out of here,” I replied, standing and leaving him, knowing that he would follow.
We went in the opposite direction in which we had fell, stumbling over bits and pieces of crumbling rubble. Stumbling every once in a while, I fumbled along, for now the area around us was shrouded in complete and utter darkness, and the smell of smoke filtered into the already black room.
At Capsule Corps...
Everyone sat and watched the T.V., the room deadly silent as silent tears ran down everybody’s faces, their eyes held a reddish hue. Their cheeks were stained with little red streaks, showing where their tears had been previously. No one noticed the absence of the three teens that were long gone. The only thing the adults noticed was, the smoking towers, and the people who left the building, still clinging to the little hope that Pan would walk out at any moment.
With the three missing teens...
Trunks through a punch at Goten’s face, completely ignoring his friend’s growing weariness and his need to rest. Powering up to Super Saiyan, Trunks charged at the wide-eyed boy, completely ignoring that they were friends at all, he needed to forget, forget it all.
Seeing this, Goten powered up as well, his black hair turning a glowing gold, though knowing that he was no match for Trunks even at his highest level. Dodging another kick to his abdomen, he hit Trunks in the back of the neck, hoping to knock the young man out, today wasn’t his day.
Seething, Trunks shot towards his life-long blood brother, he was pissed, and he didn’t care who saw it. His ki was dangerously high, and if he wasn’t careful, Goten could loose his life, noone could talk any sense into the young warrior, he was too far gone. Trunks’ fist connected with Goten’s chin, while Goten did a last attempt, and while falling away, shot a beam of energy and hit the lavender haired male in the gut.
Bra ran to Goten’s side, he was beat up, and pretty bad; Trunks had definitely did a number on him. Staring at Trunks, she noticed his attention was no longer on them, it was on a figure about fifty yards away. There, in all is glory, stood Freeza, the perfect target for Trunks’ anger, and he was going to use Freeza has a punching bag, or so everybody hoped.
Taking to the sky, Trunks powered up to his maximum level, ignoring the shouting of his sister and friend, he had more important things to do. Staring the devil in the eyes, he didn’t even blink when he saw the depths of Hell in those orbs, he had saw far worse. Shooting a power beam at the alien, which Freeza easily dodged, left Trunks wide open, and before he knew what was happening, a fist smashed into the side of his face. He was forced to the side slightly from the force of the attack and was soon kneed, none to gently, in the stomach.
Trunks found himself in the air, shooting higher up, though this was soon stopped when as foot was slammed into the middle of his back. Now hurdling to the ground, he flipped himself so his back was now facing downwards, and, shooting out a Distro Disk, which he learned from Krillen when he lived in Japan, Trunks smirked in victory when Freeza brought up his hand to stop the blast, and his entire hand, from wrist up was gone. Glaring evilly down at the boy, Freeza flew in for the kill.
With Pan and Uub...
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.
I coughed through the thick blanket of smoke, my already damaged lungs were stinging with untold amounts of pain now. The air around us was surprisingly quiet for the crackling of fire could not be heard, was I going deaf? Coughing and wheezing, I fought through the dense substance, searching, searching for some kind of door, some kind of escape. Sadly, I could not find one. And that’s when I saw, or what I thought, was our salvation.
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.
I could see the outline of a door because of the flames that were on the other side flickered with a red and orange hue, burning everything insight, and I thought we were gonna beat this never ending fight, I was wrong. Dropping to my knees, I crawled for the door, yelling for Uub to stay behind for a moment as I went ever closer. Second seemed like a lifetime as my small hand circled around the door handle, and slightly turning it so it could be opened. My almost fatal mistake.
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 guess
The door was pushed open with an amount of pressure I had never seen before, flames jumped out at me, snatching, grabbing, snaring, as I was hurdled back to where I know not. The heat was outstanding, but the need of escape overrode this by far, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that my eyes could no longer see, I would of returned on my trek. So, finally swallowing my pride that was passed down through my family, I let my fear creep in, and my knowing of the helplessness we were in.
And 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.
“Pan! Please say you’re okay!” he yelled terrified for my safety as he raced to where I lay, I couldn’t let him know the I way felt.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I told him, and I knew I was lying, there was no point in fighting, I had given up all hope. The room was still silent to my deaf ears, and though I couldn’t see his face I sensed his huddled form, praying for a salvation that wouldn’t come.
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.
I tried with all my might to get rid of the fear, trying to save the lives of not just mine, but another’s as well. But, with great annoyance and sorrow, the flames that had once been contained in the other room, now was spread through the room where we were. I could feel the growing heat as I got closer, and I wished that my sight would return so I could see just how much danger we were really in. There’s was no way we could run from this, and I felt an unwelcomed feeling towards my comrade, even though I felt it to mainly be my fault. We were done, just another one of the countless victims.
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
We were extremely quiet when we heard the voices of others, hoping, no, praying that this would be it. My head was feeling light as I started to get the feeling of dizziness, and I fell to the floor, oblivious to my surroundings.
Outside the buildings...
People rushed around like little ants on a rainy day. Sirens were sounding and firefighters were rushing into the crumbling structures, trying to save the lives’ that they could. The three from earlier watched from the sidelines in horror stricken awe. They had been heading to Japan to see some old friends, instead, it looked as if a funeral needed to be arranged instead.
Tears strolling down their already wet faces, they turned back to the sorrow that filled the scene. They couldn’t take it to see their family member’s burial place was for now and for many times after that. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, far away from where Ground Zero would soon be, the three linked arms and disappeared into the heart of the city that cried with remorse.
At Capsule Corps...
Everyone sat at the dining room table, except for the three teens that had finally been noticed missing. Sighing, everyone stared down at his or her hands, drifting in and out of their own thoughts. Their hearts had broke only moments before, and the results from this would be everlasting. And they had the best part in the deal, known of them could imagine what Trunks was dealing with. No one could even try.
With the three wayward teens...
Trunks gasped in agony as he laid upon the ground, Freeza’s taunting face sneering down on him. He felt low, to say the least, he had taken his anger out on his best friend without reason, and now that this tyrant was here, he could hardly touch the freak.
Freeza lowered his body to the ground, standing at Trunks’ battered side, smirking, the two made eye contact, and Trunks felt some kind of pressure that wrapped around his mind. Trying to fight back as much as possible proved fruitless because of his weakened state, and he was losing himself to this monster. His eyes snapped shut, and when reopened they held a glare that was not his own, they were now red, uncaring to the world around him. Turning to his friends, Freeza and Trunks, side by side, strolled to where the teens were, huddled together.
Trunks seized Bra and through her like a rag into the wind, tossing her away without even looking to see if she was well. Turning to his friend, he raced around the black haired boy and held his arms back tightly and firmly. Struggling against the grip, Goten felt a presence within his own head. And with a growl, his eyes turned red, and sinister snickering fell from his mouth, Trunks and Freeza soon joining him.
Twin Towers...
I felt safe and protected as I was held in someone’s arms, they were moving quickly, rushing around like a mad person. Squinting my eyes, I could barely focus enough to make out shapes, but what I could see brought me great relief. We were exiting the towers, I in the safe hands of a firefighter, and Uub running along the side of the man.
Turning around, I felt the man almost drop me for some reason, looking in the way he was, I felt the same thing. Shock. I could tell that the tallest of the two blurry figures rocked uncontrollably, and, without hesitation, it fell to it’s demise, killing even more in it’s fall, and filling all our hearts with something that wasn’t fear, nor anger, and not sadness, though we were. It was burning feeling that crept up from deep within, the feeling that was so new to me that I didn’t know how to describe it until I thought on it awhile. Hate. That’s all it could be.
We watched as the second tower mimicked it’s fallen brother’s movement, swaying to and fro, and finally tumbling to it’s defeat. I cried out, only to feel the now welcome nothingness consuming me, and I welcomed it with open arms.
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A/N: Well? What d’ya think? I hope you remotely like it. Its shorter than my other chapters, but this one was really a continuation from the last chapter. I didn’t want to make Chapter 6 toooo long. So please review so I can let you know what happens next. Review Please! See ya!
CowgirlUSA
Trunks: 17
Bra: 13 (14 in three months)
Pan: 14
Goten: 16
Uub:15
Marron: 12
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.
Undercover
By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 7- September 11th: The Day the World Cried
Heat.By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 7- September 11th: The Day the World Cried
Flames touching my stinging feet.
Crumbling.
Building swaying and mumbling.
Screams.
People running in great heaps.
Pain.
Screaming out in vain.
The pain filled my body, trying to take me back into the dark nothingness that had it’s hold on me previously. The force of this was worse than being hit by three very powerful Kamehameha Waves. Moving ever so slightly, which I found it to be extremely difficult, and opening my eyes, I saw such a horrific site, that it will haunt me til my dying day, which could be pretty soon in fact.
The entire opposite side of the plane was gone, now I’m not saying it was damaged beyond repair, no, it was gone. And in fact, my side of the plane looked as if had been put through a huge paper shredder of some sorts. Why I hadn’t ended up like my comrades, I didn’t know. My breathing was irregular, which I could tell, and I tried my best to calm it, though it seemed to have it’s own ideas.
Turning, I was incredibly relieved to find Uub still alive, looks like we were the only ones, though we didn’t come out of it unscathed. Listening to his breathing, I noticed that his even, and he didn’t seem to wince with each intake, like I did. His heartbeat was regular, good and strong, the only thing he had to worry about was a good sized gash on his head. Shaking his shoulder, I watched him stir, and blinking his eyes once or twice, he looked my way.
“Pete? What happened?” Uub asked, staring at the damage and mayhem that surrounded him on all sides.
“We, um, hit the Twin Towers, Uub. It looks has if we’re the only ones left, I’m afraid. Are you alright?” I said urgently, we had to get out of here fast, or we may become another victim of this tragedy.
“Yeah, I think so, besides the aching head, I feel pretty good. And you?” he looked worriedly my way, noticing how I winced quite a bit.
“I think I may of cracked some ribs, and punctured a lung,” I replied with dread, I knew this could slow us down, and it worried me to no end.
He didn’t say anything, both of us nodding in a silent agreement, we both stood, and I was about ready to take a step forward, that is, before I heard Uub’s pain-filled yell that echoed throughout the plane. Stepping up next to him, I saw the problem, his arm from the elbow down was twisted so that it was backwards to the way it was supposed to be. Uub held his shoulder with agony, and I looked to see that there was a bone sticking out, not through the skin, but so you could tell it wasn’t in the right place.
“Uub? Can you make it?” I questioned, fearing that the pain would override him which would mean his death.
“Yeah, I think, I mean, I’ll have to,” he said, forcing a smile on his lips, though his face was still twisted with the pain.
“There is a way for me to help you,” I told him, hesitantly toying with the soft cloth of my hat, nerves getting to me.
“There is? What?” Uub asked excitedly, hoping to reduce the pain that would most likely render him helpless.
“I can tear my hat to make it a sort of sling, but, you have to promise that what you see under the hat will remain a secret between you and me,” I explained already moving my hands to my head.
“I promise,” he whispered, and I asked no more questions as I quickly ripped off my hat and started tearing into one piece. He stared at me the entire time, amazed at what was going on. “Pete, you’re, you’re...”
“Yeah, I know,” I told him, lifting his arm ever so gently so I could place it in the makeshift sling that would have to work for now.
“And you’re going to a,” Uub started again as I synched the know on his good shoulder tighter, wanting it to hold.
“Again, I know,” I told, looking at my handiwork, and grabbing my pack back that was still safe, slung it over my shoulder.
“Why?” Uub asked, as he followed me out of the burning machine, and into the very dangerous building.
“I don’t think this the time, nor the place to be having this conversation. All you need to know is my name is Pan Son,” I replied, speeding up into a jog.
No more words were spoken, as he followed me through the destroyed room and I listened for any sounds indicating a piece of floor caving in or something. I could hear the ragged breathing of Uub not far behind, I could tell he was in pain, but he was moving. As for me, I wasn’t sure how long I could go, my lungs were not wanting to work from the beginning, and now I was running, I was not getting the air I needed.
Stopping, and putting my hand on a near by wall, I stooped over, resting my free hand on my knee, trying desperately to regain the breath I needed, it wasn’t happening. Uub came to my side quickly, putting is uninjured hand on my trembling shoulders, I feared for both his and my lives.
“Pan, are you, I mean, can you at least manage a little longer?” Uub questioned me, realizing that I was in real trouble.
“Yeah, I think, maybe if we can get to a lower level we can find help,” I wheezed out, and the taste of blood seeped into my mouth, spitting it out quickly, I let him lead the way, if I passed out, I knew we were done.
The elevator would not be working, we didn’t even try it, what would be the point? So as the door to the staircase came into view, we both visibly let out a sigh of relief. Our escape was getting closer by each step we took. Opening the door, Uub gestured for me to go first, so that if I blacked out, he may be able to stop me from a fatal fall by grabbing my shoulders or something.
The stairs seemed to sway, like a leaf in a mighty tornado, and I held onto the decaying, or that’s what it looked like, railing, trying to remain from going unconscious. Taking one step at a time, I barely had time to react before the entire ceiling fell, missing us, but blocking our path from escape. And I knew by the way I heard Uub’s breathing, he had given up all hope.
“Don’t worry Uub, I’ll get us out of here,” I said hoarsely, letting my hands go to my side, I gathered my energy, ready to blast through the rubble. “Ka-Me-Ha-Me-HA!!!!”
The blue streak of energy left my palms and went straight to the pile of metal pipes and support rods, plus the huge pieces of cement that had been the ceiling itself. The beam of energy blew the rubble out of the way immediately, pieces of what was left, falling gently to the ground. Trudging forward, we remained quiet, Uub didn’t question my little show of my heritage, he would worry about that later.
My feet shook, partly from my own condition, but mostly from something that wasn’t anything that I wanted to occur. The cement under my feet gave way ever so slightly, leaving small, jagged indentions, and before we could react, the entire staircase fell to the next level, several feet below.
Falling through the air was not a good experience in my opinion, I was so drained of energy that I couldn’t even get my body to fly, and the ground was getting closer by the second. Bracing myself, I felt my back hit hard ground, and the wind being knocked from me. The taste of blood filled my mouth completely now, and I could feel it seeping from my nose. I knew it was over, I knew this was the end.
Outside on the ground...
“Oh my gosh. Mom! Dad! Look!” a girl’s voice shrieked, looking at the two buildings before her with awe.
“Oh my,” was all the short haired blonde’s reply, as she joined her daughter, looking at the sight that lay before them.
“Oh no,” came the almost same reply from the short, black-haired man who now stood by his wife and child.
One thought raced through their minds, their twenty year old son was in that building, and things were not looking good in his favor. Silent tears fell from their eyes, as the father of the family confirmed their suspicions, their’s son’s ki was gone, not even a trace.
“Goodbye my son,” the man said with gloom, as his eyes stared at the building with misery, and his eyes held hatred to the planes that hit it.
“No,” the mother sighed out, falling to her knees, crying to her heart’s content as her husband went to her side.
“MATT!” screamed the daughter’s voice, anguish in her yell as she knew that her brother was gone, for good.
Back with Uub and Pan...
I moaned, my back was in unparallel pain, I had hit a rock when I hit, and I was extremely lucky that I did not brake my spine. Sitting up, I looked to my fallen friend, who was out like a light just like I had been a few moments ago. Sliding towards his fallen figure, I shook him gently, arousing him from his state of unconsciousness.
“Uub?” I questioned, watching him sit up with a great amount of strain and effort on his part. He grimaced, but succeeded in his challenge.
“I’m fine Pan, and you?” he looked my way, noticing the blood that covered my face, and how I wheezed when I breathed in. “Pan!”
“I’m fine, really. Right now, our concern is getting out of here,” I replied, standing and leaving him, knowing that he would follow.
We went in the opposite direction in which we had fell, stumbling over bits and pieces of crumbling rubble. Stumbling every once in a while, I fumbled along, for now the area around us was shrouded in complete and utter darkness, and the smell of smoke filtered into the already black room.
At Capsule Corps...
Everyone sat and watched the T.V., the room deadly silent as silent tears ran down everybody’s faces, their eyes held a reddish hue. Their cheeks were stained with little red streaks, showing where their tears had been previously. No one noticed the absence of the three teens that were long gone. The only thing the adults noticed was, the smoking towers, and the people who left the building, still clinging to the little hope that Pan would walk out at any moment.
With the three missing teens...
Trunks through a punch at Goten’s face, completely ignoring his friend’s growing weariness and his need to rest. Powering up to Super Saiyan, Trunks charged at the wide-eyed boy, completely ignoring that they were friends at all, he needed to forget, forget it all.
Seeing this, Goten powered up as well, his black hair turning a glowing gold, though knowing that he was no match for Trunks even at his highest level. Dodging another kick to his abdomen, he hit Trunks in the back of the neck, hoping to knock the young man out, today wasn’t his day.
Seething, Trunks shot towards his life-long blood brother, he was pissed, and he didn’t care who saw it. His ki was dangerously high, and if he wasn’t careful, Goten could loose his life, noone could talk any sense into the young warrior, he was too far gone. Trunks’ fist connected with Goten’s chin, while Goten did a last attempt, and while falling away, shot a beam of energy and hit the lavender haired male in the gut.
Bra ran to Goten’s side, he was beat up, and pretty bad; Trunks had definitely did a number on him. Staring at Trunks, she noticed his attention was no longer on them, it was on a figure about fifty yards away. There, in all is glory, stood Freeza, the perfect target for Trunks’ anger, and he was going to use Freeza has a punching bag, or so everybody hoped.
Taking to the sky, Trunks powered up to his maximum level, ignoring the shouting of his sister and friend, he had more important things to do. Staring the devil in the eyes, he didn’t even blink when he saw the depths of Hell in those orbs, he had saw far worse. Shooting a power beam at the alien, which Freeza easily dodged, left Trunks wide open, and before he knew what was happening, a fist smashed into the side of his face. He was forced to the side slightly from the force of the attack and was soon kneed, none to gently, in the stomach.
Trunks found himself in the air, shooting higher up, though this was soon stopped when as foot was slammed into the middle of his back. Now hurdling to the ground, he flipped himself so his back was now facing downwards, and, shooting out a Distro Disk, which he learned from Krillen when he lived in Japan, Trunks smirked in victory when Freeza brought up his hand to stop the blast, and his entire hand, from wrist up was gone. Glaring evilly down at the boy, Freeza flew in for the kill.
With Pan and Uub...
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.
I coughed through the thick blanket of smoke, my already damaged lungs were stinging with untold amounts of pain now. The air around us was surprisingly quiet for the crackling of fire could not be heard, was I going deaf? Coughing and wheezing, I fought through the dense substance, searching, searching for some kind of door, some kind of escape. Sadly, I could not find one. And that’s when I saw, or what I thought, was our salvation.
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.
I could see the outline of a door because of the flames that were on the other side flickered with a red and orange hue, burning everything insight, and I thought we were gonna beat this never ending fight, I was wrong. Dropping to my knees, I crawled for the door, yelling for Uub to stay behind for a moment as I went ever closer. Second seemed like a lifetime as my small hand circled around the door handle, and slightly turning it so it could be opened. My almost fatal mistake.
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 guess
The door was pushed open with an amount of pressure I had never seen before, flames jumped out at me, snatching, grabbing, snaring, as I was hurdled back to where I know not. The heat was outstanding, but the need of escape overrode this by far, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that my eyes could no longer see, I would of returned on my trek. So, finally swallowing my pride that was passed down through my family, I let my fear creep in, and my knowing of the helplessness we were in.
And 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.
“Pan! Please say you’re okay!” he yelled terrified for my safety as he raced to where I lay, I couldn’t let him know the I way felt.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I told him, and I knew I was lying, there was no point in fighting, I had given up all hope. The room was still silent to my deaf ears, and though I couldn’t see his face I sensed his huddled form, praying for a salvation that wouldn’t come.
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.
I tried with all my might to get rid of the fear, trying to save the lives of not just mine, but another’s as well. But, with great annoyance and sorrow, the flames that had once been contained in the other room, now was spread through the room where we were. I could feel the growing heat as I got closer, and I wished that my sight would return so I could see just how much danger we were really in. There’s was no way we could run from this, and I felt an unwelcomed feeling towards my comrade, even though I felt it to mainly be my fault. We were done, just another one of the countless victims.
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
We were extremely quiet when we heard the voices of others, hoping, no, praying that this would be it. My head was feeling light as I started to get the feeling of dizziness, and I fell to the floor, oblivious to my surroundings.
Outside the buildings...
People rushed around like little ants on a rainy day. Sirens were sounding and firefighters were rushing into the crumbling structures, trying to save the lives’ that they could. The three from earlier watched from the sidelines in horror stricken awe. They had been heading to Japan to see some old friends, instead, it looked as if a funeral needed to be arranged instead.
Tears strolling down their already wet faces, they turned back to the sorrow that filled the scene. They couldn’t take it to see their family member’s burial place was for now and for many times after that. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, far away from where Ground Zero would soon be, the three linked arms and disappeared into the heart of the city that cried with remorse.
At Capsule Corps...
Everyone sat at the dining room table, except for the three teens that had finally been noticed missing. Sighing, everyone stared down at his or her hands, drifting in and out of their own thoughts. Their hearts had broke only moments before, and the results from this would be everlasting. And they had the best part in the deal, known of them could imagine what Trunks was dealing with. No one could even try.
With the three wayward teens...
Trunks gasped in agony as he laid upon the ground, Freeza’s taunting face sneering down on him. He felt low, to say the least, he had taken his anger out on his best friend without reason, and now that this tyrant was here, he could hardly touch the freak.
Freeza lowered his body to the ground, standing at Trunks’ battered side, smirking, the two made eye contact, and Trunks felt some kind of pressure that wrapped around his mind. Trying to fight back as much as possible proved fruitless because of his weakened state, and he was losing himself to this monster. His eyes snapped shut, and when reopened they held a glare that was not his own, they were now red, uncaring to the world around him. Turning to his friends, Freeza and Trunks, side by side, strolled to where the teens were, huddled together.
Trunks seized Bra and through her like a rag into the wind, tossing her away without even looking to see if she was well. Turning to his friend, he raced around the black haired boy and held his arms back tightly and firmly. Struggling against the grip, Goten felt a presence within his own head. And with a growl, his eyes turned red, and sinister snickering fell from his mouth, Trunks and Freeza soon joining him.
Twin Towers...
I felt safe and protected as I was held in someone’s arms, they were moving quickly, rushing around like a mad person. Squinting my eyes, I could barely focus enough to make out shapes, but what I could see brought me great relief. We were exiting the towers, I in the safe hands of a firefighter, and Uub running along the side of the man.
Turning around, I felt the man almost drop me for some reason, looking in the way he was, I felt the same thing. Shock. I could tell that the tallest of the two blurry figures rocked uncontrollably, and, without hesitation, it fell to it’s demise, killing even more in it’s fall, and filling all our hearts with something that wasn’t fear, nor anger, and not sadness, though we were. It was burning feeling that crept up from deep within, the feeling that was so new to me that I didn’t know how to describe it until I thought on it awhile. Hate. That’s all it could be.
We watched as the second tower mimicked it’s fallen brother’s movement, swaying to and fro, and finally tumbling to it’s defeat. I cried out, only to feel the now welcome nothingness consuming me, and I welcomed it with open arms.
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A/N: Well? What d’ya think? I hope you remotely like it. Its shorter than my other chapters, but this one was really a continuation from the last chapter. I didn’t want to make Chapter 6 toooo long. So please review so I can let you know what happens next. Review Please! See ya!
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