Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Wouldn't Expect ❯ A New World to See ( Chapter 26 )

Chapter Twenty Six: A New World to See

 

"Goku, hold him down. He might panic or try to kill everyone when he wakes up."

 

Goku held him down by his shoulders, and Trunks sat on his legs, not bouncing on the order of his dearest mother, who was hovering nearby. The teenager they were holding down stirred, signaling that he was waking up. Bulma looked at the screen that was measuring his heart rate, and watched it slowly increase. She was so good that she couldn't help but smile. She had told Goku five minutes ago that he would wake up in a few, and that's exactly what was happening.

 

Gohan tried to open his eyes, but something was preventing him from doing so. He made an annoyed sound in his throat, trying to bring up his hand to pull away whatever was there. However, something was restricting him from moving. His first reaction was to growl, and to try and rip his hand out of whatever was holding him down.

 

"Gohan...shh, calm down. You're fine."

 

He relaxed, going completely limp. But once everything started coming back to him, Bulma gasped, seeing his heart rate skyrocket to dangerous levels. He started struggling, thrashing around and ending up throwing little Trunks clear across the room and into a wall. Bulma yelled for Vegeta in a panic, trying to hold him down with Goku's help, but just ending up being thrown like her son. Vegeta rolled his eyes, lifting his powerful frame off the wall he had been leaning against nonchalantly, watching everyone remain close to the boy who was struggling to get free. He held down his legs, effectively pinning him. He looked up to Bulma, who was standing up on her wobbly legs. "I told you that you should have used ki restricting bonds. You shouldn't mess with a Saiya-jin when he loses his woman. He's not going to stop until he passes out. You're just lucky he didn't bond with her, or he would try and kill himself."

 

Bulma's eyes widened, promising herself that she would never leave Vegeta as she whipped out the bonds, connecting them to the table with some difficulty.

 

Even when he was held down by the bonds, he still struggled, making some of the most agonizing sounds Goku had ever heard come from a person. He wished he could put into words that everything would be alright, but for the first time, he couldn't. All he could do was hold him down by his stomach, for his back kept bending off the cold metal table he was lying on. He stood there, holding him down, and thinking about what he could do.

 

"Gohan, calm down. You're just going to hurt yourself," he told his son in a stern voice, but not succeeding in helping him. Gohan opened his mouth to start screaming at everyone to get off him, and his father slapped his hand over his mouth. He wished he hadn't done that, because he immediately had Gohan's sharp canines imbedded into his skin, causing him to cry out in pain and pull away, whimpering to Bulma and showing her his hand. She rolled her eyes, and told him everything would be alright, that he wouldn't die (again).

 

"Goku," Bulma said, looking over her shoulder to see Vegeta trying to shove a dirty sock into the boy's mouth. "Go get the ultimate weapon."

 

Goku's eyes widened, and he nodded, scurrying away to get "it".

 

Vegeta was ready to whack the boy a good one only after a few seconds, but then he thought about how he would act if he lost his bonded mate. Nothing short of blowing up the planet would satisfy him, screw everything else except him and his son.

 

After a minute of almost having his precious hand bitten off a thousand times, he just lifted his hand, allowing Gohan to go off.

 

"Get your damn fu-"

 

"Son Gohan!!! What were you going to say, young man??!?!" came a shrill voice, making Gohan go instantly still.

 

Chichi walked over to her son, her face softening when she saw the tear streaks down his pale cheeks. His arms were pulled above his head and strapped down with what looked like metal bands, along with his legs. He had his eyes bandaged with white gauze that was wrapped around his head, and that was why he couldn't see. Bulma had explained to everyone that his cornea and pupils had been severely damaged, and it would take a long time to heal. Until then, her boy was blind.

 

She swallowed, taking his hand into hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

 

Gohan felt his racing heart calm, and his brain activity disappear to almost nil. A mother's comfort couldn't compare to anything, even if his mother was the devil sometimes.

 

Chichi started stroking his hand, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Gohan, everything is going to be alright. We're-"

 

"No...no it's not, mom. Videl's gone, she's probably dead, and it's my entire fault. Why...why did this happen? It just isn't fair...." he trailed off, trying to hold back an onrush of tears. He realized now how much more Videl had meant to him. It had been more than a mere "I like you". It was more of a "you're a part of my heart" type deal.

 

Chichi shushed him. "Gohan, no matter what you think, this isn't your fault. I promise that everything will be ok, especially if I have anything to do about it."

 

He didn't believe her. Nothing would ever be "ok" ever again.

 

Chichi wondered what was going through his mind. He had gone completely still, completely silent.

 

He suddenly broke the silence. "What's wrong with my eyes?"

 

Chichi started chewing on her lower lip, looking to Bulma for help. The older woman stepped forward, placing her cool hand on his forehead. "Gohan, when that Solar Flare blinded you, it caused some...damage to your eyes. As you probably know, everything on a Saiya-jin is either ten times more sensitive, or more-"

 

"I'm blind, aren't I?" he said blankly.

 

She shook her head, even if he couldn't see it. "No, honey, you're not. All you need is some time to heal. Do you understand?"

 

"How long is this going to last?"

 

Bulma looked away. "It could be as long as two weeks, to two months."

 

His expression didn't change, from what little of his face could be seen. His eyes were covered up with some stupid thick white gauze, and only his nose and mouth were visible. Chichi brushed her fingers through his dirty hair, and smiled. "You need a shower, dear."

 

He frowned. "How long was I out?" he asked, trying to sit up, but unable to because of the bonds.

 

Bulma started undoing them, telling him simply, "Two days."

 

He shot upward, startling both women. Goku was standing as far away as he could from his "rabid" son, hoping he would get protection from Vegeta, who was next to him.

 

Gohan was soon free of his binds, and he rolled his shoulders, getting the stiffness out of them quickly. He went to scratch his head, and his fingers encountered the bandage. He tried to look around, but of course, he couldn't see. He wanted to take the annoying scratchy thing off, however, he didn't know if it was a good idea or not. He turned to were he thought he heard Bulma, and asked politely, "Bulma, can you please take this off?"

 

She gave him a sad look, not able to hide it as she went over to him, and told him quietly to get off the table, so he was somewhere near her height. She watched as his hands placed themselves on the table, gripping onto it for balance since he couldn't see. His hands and fingers are going to have to be his eyes until he gets his sight back, she thought, telling him to bend down when she realized he was still a head taller than her.

 

Chichi watched as Bulma started undoing the bindings, rolling the white gauze around her hand as she did so. She soon had it completely off, and the first thing Gohan did was open his eyes, blinking hard a few times to see if he could see. He couldn't.

 

Chichi walked up to her son, placing her hands on his chest to let him know that she was there. He looked down, but he didn't see anything but white. "Mom?"

 

Her lower lip quivered as she tried not to cry, and she collapsed into his arms, bawling into his shredded green gi.

 

Gohan hesitantly hugged his mother, rubbing her back to tell her that he was ok, even if he wasn't. He wondered what it would be like to live blind for a month or more. He could already feel his other senses coming to life, like his hearing, and his sense of touch. They felt more vivid and active now that he couldn't see. He felt his mother pull away, and she kept her hand on his arm so that he knew she was still there. "Honey, why don't you get a shower, and then I'll feed you? After you get that done, you can get some rest. You must be tired after all this."

 

Even though he would rather go on a killing spree for Babidi, he nodded, jumping when he felt another hand go around his other arm.

 

"It's just me, Gohan," Goku said, helping his son with his mother to get to the stairs. He was taking small unsure steps, as if he was afraid he would run into something even when he had a parent on each side. He father told him when the stairs were right in front of him, and he lifted his booted foot hesitantly, placing it on the first step. Chichi and Goku helped him the rest of the way up, Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks behind them.

 

Once he had made it up the stairs, and they showed him the way into the kitchen, he heard one voice that he didn't want to hear.

 

"Hey, Gohan! Hey...what's wrong with him, mommy?" Goten asked, getting a concerned look on his face as he jumped off his chair at the table, and running over to his mother to cling to her leg. Chichi motioned for Goku to help him upstairs to his room so he could take a shower, and Goku murmured something to him, and they started going agonizingly slow up the stairs.

 

Bulma watched the two men make their way up until they both disappeared. She closed her eyes, looking away. She couldn't believe this was happening to that poor boy. He didn't deserve any of it for all the things he had done. How many times had he saved the world? The universe?

 

She jumped when she suddenly felt an odd power beside her, and she saw that little purple man Vegeta had told her was the Supreme Kai. She gave him a nervous smile and hurried over to Vegeta, who was looking rather...normal, as usual. Chichi was trying to explain to her youngest son what was wrong with his brother, and soon wanted to run and scream and cry at all his infernal questions. Bulma gave her an amused smile, lifting Goten up and running out of the room, pretending that he was an airplane as they flew to find Trunks, who had disappeared.

 

Chichi gave a defeated sigh and collapsed into a kitchen chair, burying her face in her hands. She couldn't believe this situation. Her poor baby boy...he didn't deserve this at all.

 

Goku opened the door to his son's room, which was right next to his now. Everyone was pretty much staying at Capsule Corporation now, or until at least they could get this messed cleaned up.

 

"Hey, Gohan...do you...do you need help?" Goku asked, still holding onto his son's arm.

 

Gohan tried not to turn red. "No...just show me the bathroom, and lay out some clothes for me. I can't very well pick them out myself without picking out something that doesn't match at all."

 

They both smiled as Goku helped him into the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could bring back some clothes. He came back a few moments later, a pile of clean clothes in his hand. "Gohan, I hope you don't mind wearing mine until we can get yours up here. They are still at home."

 

Gohan slipped his shirt over his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't mind. Just leave them on the sink."

 

Goku patted his son's shoulder, leaving the room as Gohan asked, "Hey dad, can you stay in here and wait until I'm done? I'm gonna be kinda lost once I get out and get dressed." Goku couldn't help but smile at the small amount of laughter in his son's voice, and he nodded, telling him he would crash onto the bed and watch some TV until he was done. Gohan thanked him, closing the door.

 

Goku turned the TV on, finding some amusing show with people yelling and screaming at each other because of various reasons. Hmm...he thought, frowning. This Jerry Springer guy needs help. He just shook his head, changing the channel and waiting for his son to get out of the shower.