Blinded for Life

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so be nice... anyway, I can't devote all my time to this because I have other things to do. I will TRY to get updates in ASAP but no promises. I honestly don't know how well this will turn out but I'll try my best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

"NOOOOOOO!" Gohan was on his knees screaming out into the distance. His father had just up and sacrificed himself for him. It was all his fault! 'Why would he do that? It's all my fault I never should have gotten so cocky!' Gohan was screaming at himself in his head. He couldn't hear everyone else pitying him all he could think about was that it was all his fault.

Then the unexpected happened. Trunks was shot. But Gohan didn't move, he couldn't. Cell saw this as an opening in his defenses and shot at him with a ki blast. Next thing he knew, he was hurting, burning even. Then it stopped. He tried to look around and only saw black everywhere. His eyes were open, he was sure of it, he just couldn't see.

Then he heard Cell preparing a Kamehameha to finish him off. He figured the direction he was in was the direction he felt Cell's ki and hoped he was right. He made a quick decision and chanted the words to make a Kamehameha and fired. He felt his hit the other. He pushed harder then he heard his dad, "Come on Gohan, push harder!" "I-I can't! I can't see and I don't even know what I'm shooting at!" Gohan was scared beyond belief. "Just forget that! You are losing to him. Forget about any worries about anything and push harder!" Gohan let everything go and with a cry let everything go. "Keep it up Gohan! Your gaining on him!"

Then for some reason Cell's ki got slightly weaker. "Now Gohan!" And Gohan used more energy than he had in his life. Then Cell completely disappeared and Gohan stopped his Kamehameha. To say he was exhausted was an understatement. He fell towards the ground too weak to stop. Everyone ran up to him, he could feel their worry in their kis and then he heard talking, talking to him he figured.

"You did great Gohan, get some rest." he heard Piccolo tell him. He closed his eyes and let Piccolo carry him to the lookout. A lot was on Piccolos mind. 'Why didn't he look at anyone when we got to him? Why did he seem hesitant when he fired his Kamehameha at first?' That surprise blast that Cell landed on him didn't seem to leave much damage that he could see.

When they landed on the lookout, he walked straight to Dende and set Gohan in front of him. Gohan woke up and tried to look around. But he couldn't, there was only black. Piccolo looked at his eyes and had to gasp they were lifeless. Nothing was there just blue specks in his black eyes but at the same time they had a gray tint to them.

He began to panic 'Where is everyone, how am I awake?' Gohan was almost frantic trying to get up trying to find someone, then he reached over and touched something that felt like a cape. He immediately withdrew and got up but didn't move. Everyone was looking at him. He had got up but didn't seem to notice them.

Yamcha raised his ki to see what Gohan would do and saw Gohan look towards him. "Yamcha is that you?" Gohan sounded scared almost at a panic. "Yah it's me. Everyone's here can't you see us?" "No! All I see is black!" everyone gasped. "Who all is here anyway?" Gohan sounded frightened like this was a horror movie and he was the main character.

"Everyone is here except your mother and Bulma. I'm sorry Gohan but Dende just healed you and if you are still blind, then you can't be healed. The dragon won't be able to because it would be considered a natural cause." he heard what sounded like Piccolo answer. "This isn't fair! How will I live, how will I fight? This just isn't fair!" Gohan started screaming and then he collapsed on the ground crying.

'This just isn't fair! First I lose Dad and now I lose my eyesight! What did I do that's so bad that these things had to be taken from me! It just isn't fair!' Gohan thought angrily. Piccolo walked up and put a hand on his shoulder only to find that Gohan had jerked back upon contact. "You need to go home and rest. We also need to tell your mother what happened today." Piccolo went to grab his shoulder again but this time, Gohan just stood there.

"How will I get home? Is someone going to carry me or something?" "I honestly don't know. I guess...ummm...I'll just carry you." and with that, he picked Gohan up bridal style and started to lift off. Everyone said their goodbyes and Piccolo took off. Gohan was relaxed temporarily because he knew that when he got home his mother would be scolding him, that is until she found out about his eyes.

Piccolo was concerned about how Gohan's mental state would be after he woke up tomorrow. He would have to keep a close eye on Gohan for the next month maybe even a year. When they landed, the sun had already started to go down. Piccolo walked inside carrying Gohan and sat him in a chair at the kitchen table. Then ChiChi walked in and yelled "My baby boy! You weren't supposed to fight and you know that! Green bean get out of my house! And where's Goku, is he alright?"

Gohan was getting nervous. "Can I go to bed I'm really tired?" "Of course sweetie. It takes a lot of energy to beat a guy like Cell" "Ohh no you don't. ChiChi, he may have won against Cell but he did not come out unscathed" "What are you talking about? He looks perfectly fine to me." "Look at his eyes closely" "O-oh my god. Gohan, h-how many fingers am I holding up?" "I don't know. All I see is black." ChiChi gasped and then Gohan heard a thump.

"I don't think she took it so well Mr. Piccolo." "Yah, I have to go. Talk to Bulma about technology so you walk on your own and all that." With that Piccolo took off without another word. Gohan felt around and felt his mom and found her about four feet behind him. He walked over to her cautiously and gently picked her up. Slowly and cautiously he took her to the nearest couch and laid her down. Then, the hard part.

He had to go upstairs to get to his bedroom. He walked towards the stairs and poked his foot out slightly, it hit something so he moved his foot up a little and found that it was the first step. He stepped on it and took another step and felt it out. He took a couple more steps and a couple more. He finally got to the top but expecting another step. He tripped over his own feet and landed on his face. He got up whimpering slightly and slid across the side of the hall-way he knew his room was on.

He reached his door handle and slipped into his room without making a noise. He walked towards his bed, tripped, and fell onto his bed. He adjusted himself so he was the right way on the bed. With a pillow under his head and blanket over him, he fell asleep right then and there...

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