Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Where Were You, When the World Stopped Turning ( Chapter 8 )

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

Disclaimer: Ok, here’s one of my rants, 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.


My world was white. From top to bottom, white. Such a blinding color that I had to blink several times from the brightness that shone at me. Blinking, I moved my hands up to rub my sore eyes, problem was, I noticed that they could not move, nor could any of my body, in fact, I couldn’t see any objects except white. Nothing. Screaming, though no sound came forth, in fact, the place was extremely quiet, and I struggled with all my might to free myself.

A small pain was felt in my arm, as my thrashing became more wild. My body soon became too heavy, even my sheer determination couldn’t keep my arms and legs rising and falling. Shaking my head from side to side, I tried desperately to open my eyes that were groggily shutting without my permission. I could hear my breathing, steady, and my heartbeat sounded through the room, beating, beating, constantly. My eyes slowly shut, and I was lost in the black nothingness I had grew accustom too over the last few hours.

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My world was nothing but a void, a void that never ended yet never began. I knew I was awake, in fact I could hear nurses or doctors, or somebody moving around me with great haste. Though I could not see them, yet I knew my eyes were open, I could feel cool air hit them, drying them. In fact, to prove it all, I could hear Uub talking to me, though I couldn’t tell where he was.

“Um, let me see, Pan you better wake up soon, its hard talking without anyone answering,” I heard him comment, and I mentally chuckled, he still believed me to be asleep. What a baka!

“How long have you been there?” I asked, and I knew I had startled him for he took in a sharp breath of air when my voice cut through the stillness.

“Awhile. And how long have you been listening to me babble on like a complete idiot?” Uub questioned, probably irritated that I had been mocking him.

“Not long, I just woke,” I chuckled, he really could be quit funny, though it was usually at his expense more than anything else.

“Man, I must seem like a complete dork,” Uub grumbled, growling that I should’ve told him I was awake.

“Yeah, you do, but I still luv ya anyways,” I teased, as he glared at me, though he smiled in return anyways.

“So, how ya feeling?” he questioned, looking at me I suppose, but I wasn’t sure, but I did know the question was directed at me.

“Everything’s white,” I answered, moving my head to where I heard his voice coming from, which was directly by my right side.

“Well, duh, it is a hospital you know,” Uub commented, stating the obvious, I even figured that one out.

“Yes, I know that! I mean, everything is nothing but a white void,” I explained, hoping he would understand.
“What are you saying?” I could tell he was nervous by the way his voice shook, what could be running through his head?

“I’m saying, that I can’t see Uub, I can’t see anything!” I cried out, scared as to why this was happening.

“Oh god,” he whispered out as the scraping of the chair legs was heard scraping against the tiled floor. “Nurse! We need some help!”

The sound of heels hitting the ground at a rapid pace was heard by all, as the nurse entered the room and ran to the bed. Picking up my arm, she checked the pulse of my heart, counting down in her head. Sticking a thermometer into my mouth, she listened to my breathing through a stethoscope. Sighing angrily, she yanked the device out of my mouth and huffed when depositing the cover to the thing into the trash can.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?!” the nurse screamed fuming, thinking that Uub had been making a joke for laughs about there being something wrong.

“No, mam, she said she couldn’t see,” Uub tried his best to remain respectful, but his voice shook with fury.

“Oh my,” the nurse commented, and the sound of her hurried steps grew fainter, but the yelling of staff members grew closer.

“What seems to be the trouble nurse?” a deep voice asked as I heard some sort of click go off and then my white world got even brighter.

“The boy over there says that this young lady said she couldn’t see,” the nurse told the man, who I assumed was the doctor.

“Is this correct, sir?” the doctor asked, still causing the ferocious light to be in my hurting eyes, blinking, I tried to rid the ache that was forming in my head.

“Yeah, that’s practically what she said,” Uub replied, worry lacing his every word.

“Okay, miss, I’m going to ask you to follow my finger, alright?” the doctor told me, and I nodded my head in reply. I didn’t see anything, which I wasn’t surprised at, I couldn’t even see the people’s faces in the room, so how could I see his hand.

“Alright, I think we have a problem. Miss? Now, I want you to tell me how many fingers I’m holding up,” he instructed, and I shook my head, it was useless.

“This is what I was afraid of, I’m not going to sugar coat it for you hun, we’ve got ourselves a bit of a problem. You see, though your eyes are reacting to light, they seem to be unresponsive to anything else, which I’m sure you are well aware of. Now, I’m going to try and treat this, but, there is the possibility that you will remain blind,” he explained, and I could tell he was remorseful for this fact.

“I realize this, just do whatever you can, please,” I told him, not letting any of my emotions play out.

He left, for his presence left my side, and was replaced my Uub’s friendly ki that I had grown use too. Smiling, I acknowledged his presence by nodding my head in his direction, and then turning my head away, I stared ahead. His comforting hand now rested on my elbow as I felt the emotions weighing down upon me, I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. I wanted to scream out, I wanted to run, I wanted to escape. I wanted too. But, I didn’t.

I don’t know how to describe it, the feeling of not seeing, of being lost, and their no hope of escaping the environment around you. Unlike others, if they didn’t like their surroundings, they could just hop up and leave, I am stuck. The whiteness is so thick that it almost looked like fog, or, something tangible, in which you could reach out and hold in your arms. I held my hand in front of my face, hoping that something would be picked up, nothing was seen, and I felt my mouth grow dry.

The room was silent which added to my annoyance, not only could I not see, now the room was quiet, there was absolutely nothing to keep me entertained. I could still feel the dread in the pit of my stomach, and my mind wondered to my family and friends back at home. Did they miss me? I’m sure they did, no, I know they do, I just wish they were here.

Someone entered the room, and right away I knew it was the doctor, when I heard Uub rise from his seat on the bed. Walking off, I sensed the doctor near, and trembled slightly, I hated doctors. Waiting, I felt a cool substance hit my closed eye lids, it was gooey and sticky, shivering, I tried not to open my eyes. Two small circular pad were put on my eyes next, pressing the medicine closer to my hurt eyes. The next thing was a wrap was wrapped around my eyes and head, so that it secured everything in place. Scowling, I shook my head, I didn’t like the feeling of this stuff, it felt constrictive, which really put me on nerve.

Relaxing, I used all my other senses to explore the hospital around me. The children’s ward was filled to the very brink, most of them were playing, not realizing the danger they were in, and yet some laid on their beds, and you could tell they were waiting on death’s front door. The nursery had but three newborns which were all healthy, or as far as I cold tell, their ki’s weren’t weak or anything. Next, I checked out the older patients rooms, which was filled with disease, some of them dying, others no longer able to register anything in their brains.

“Uub?” I asked, listening to his footsteps reach the side of my bed and he put his hand on my cold arm.

“What is it Pan?” he questioned, his grip slightly squeezing my goose-bump lined skin that shook from the cold.

“Nothing really, I just don’t like not being able to see,” I simply stated, wanting to desperately look out the window in the room which every hospital room had.
“Yeah, I’m sure it sucks...so, what’s it like to see nothing but darkness?” Uub curiously wondered.

“Darkness? I’m not lost in black, I’m lost in white. Nothing but blinding white,” I explained, sighing as a reaction to the exasperation in my being.

“Oh? Curious, I always thought it was supposed to be really dark,” he replied, obviously thinking about what kind of world I was stuck in. “Oh, look! Supper’s here!”

“Huh? Its that time already?” I asked, astonished that it was time to eat already, though my stomach didn’t object to the idea.

“Yeah, here’s yours. Can you manage?” Uub stated and the wondered, I merely nodded my head in response, there was no way I was going to look that helpless.

I ate rather easily, well, by that I mean I didn’t spill everything and I found my mouth easily, but whoever said hospital food was alright was mistaking, this stuff was just plain gross. The stuff was so bland that I could of ate sand and thought it had more taste, AND, the texture was something I don’t even want to go into, but I will anyways. The slimy feel of that stuff going down your throat would make even my grandfather and uncle hurl, and that’s saying quite a lot from those two, I mean, they have stomachs of lead.

Choking, I shoved the tray away, I wasn’t that hungry yet, maybe I could get Uub to sneak me in something. Sighing, I laid back and rested my tired head upon the cushioned yet disgustingly clean smell of the pillow. I pulled the crisp blankets closer, everything was just sooooooo uncomfortable, but nonetheless, I fell asleep quite quickly, ignoring everything that went on around me, and for once, the blinding white was gone. It was dark, and I was glad for that.

One sound woke me from my slumber, one sound that I prayed to never to hear again. The sound of a falling building. I knew it wasn’t real, I knew it was on television, but the reality of it all still scared me. And the song that played, sent chills up my spine, a lonesome singer playing a song in the remembrance of those gone, those yet to be found, those lying in the hospital, and those who walked away.

Where were you when the world stopped turning,
On that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children,
Or workin’ on some stage in LA?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke,
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, fear for your neighbor,
Or did you just sit down and cry?

I pictured everyone at home, tears streaming down their swollen eyes, red streaks forever etched on their flushed cheeks. I could see them in the living room of Capsule Corps, huddled together, thinking I was dead, never to return to them. I could picture each of them, trying to forget, delving into their work, inventing, cooking, training, teaching, and shopping. How did they react that day, I could only imagine.

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved one,
And pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble,
And sob for the one left below?
Did you burst out with pride for the red, white, and blue,
And the heros who died just doin’ what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer,
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I couldn’t imagine someone still being stuck under the tons of stone and metal, underneath where there was hardly any air, where you were encased, not able to move in the slightest. Did my family know I was still alive? And how many actually pulled through? Was the man who saved us still alright, I hoped he was. Without hesitating, I sighed, and holding back the tears, prayed to whatever Lord that is up above for guidance, hope, faith, strength, and protection for those who needed it the most.

I’m just a singer of simple songs I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

All those terrible images from the plane crash came swarming back. The jolt of impact, the screaming of frightened teens, guns of the hijackers, the dying gasps of those around us, the blood spilt from the dead, the plane tearing apart, the quick pace of my heart, the labored breathing of my lungs, the seering pain, and the flames that came from the depths of Hell.

Where were you when the world stopped turning
on that September day
Teachin’ a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some could interstate
Did you feel guilty ‘cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her
Did you dust off that bible at home

Silent tears fell, no matter how I tried to stop them, they came, and I thanked whoever that I was alone in the room. I can’t recall how guilty I felt at the fact that I survived, and the others, besides Uub, died practically on impact. Their fragile bodies unable to withstand the amount of force thrown at them, the crumbling of the walls sealing their ultimate doom.

Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close you eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset for the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watchin’
And turn on I Love Lucy reruns
Did you go to church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
And thank God you have somebody to love

Every single time of the day, I keep replaying it over, thinking that it had to be a nightmare, one where I would wake up from and find myself in the comforts of my home. And the next day I could drag Trunks off to train, while I told him about the horrible thing my mind conjured up. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t. It happened, no matter how much I liked to pretend otherwise.

I’m just a singer of simple songs I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

I’m just a singer of simple songs I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

And the greatest is love

And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning,
on that September day
(Alan Jackson, Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)

I wiped the stray tears that had fell, and hoped that my bandages weren’t soaked enough to notice. I didn’t want to talk about why they were damp with tears, I just wanted to be alone, alone to think of what I was going to do next. I could either go home, or stay here, a decision I was not looking forward to making.
2 Weeks Later

“Alright, Miss. Son, we’re going to remove the bandages now. Keep your eyes closed until I instruct you to do differently,” the doctor commanded, and I did as he directed me to do.

The bandaging came off slowly, him carefully unraveling the white appendages from my head, the pad with medicine lessening in pressure. Once removed, he put the wrap aside, where to I know not, but the sound of his knuckles hitting a hard surface sounded in my ears. The pad on my right eye fell from my closed lid once he placed his fingers upon it, the left eye pad following suit. A cloth of some-sort wiped the sticky gel of medicine from my lids, the rubbing gentle yet firm as if wanting to make sure every speck of stuff from my skin.

“Okay, Miss. Son, now, I want you to open your eyes very slowly. Take your time, we don’t want to rush this,” I nodded to the doctors order, and very slowly my lids parted, my breath coming in shallow gasps, as I discovered the results.

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A/N: I know it may a bit shorter that usual, but my family is all really sick and all. See, in a two week time span, I have been sick, my mom has been sick, my grandpa has been really sick ending up in the hospital, my grandma had knee surgery, me and my dad get extra, extra chores around the farm, the sheep started lambing, and my seven year old sister was put into the hospital. Plus, now, my dad who was the only one who has been able to help me with the extra work, is coming down with the flu. This has been two weeks from Hell.

Ok peeps, this is short, only 9 pages, again please try to understand, I’m really struggling. I’ll try to update sooner, but don’t get your hopes up. Please review, I could really use it. Thank you so much. See ya!

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