A/N: Well, I don't have much to say except that we're celebrating Gage's B-Day, its not his birthday now, its over actually, but now the entire family is getting together to party. He's only one, so not too big of bash going on, and he's the cutest thing. Well, I guess any cousin would think that, but oh well.
ATTENTION: Ok, last chapter I said that I was only going to focus on this story, well, I've decided that will take too long for me to reach my goal, soooooo, I'm going to focus on one Dragonball Z story, aka this one, and one Inuyasha story. The Inuyasha story that I will be concentrating on is, I think, my lowest rated one (least amount of reviews) but MY favorite of them all. So, if you like Inuyasha, and a story about vampires and stuff like that, check it out, you may actually like it, its called Could This Get Any Worse?. (Look for it soon, its currently being revised because I sucked as a writer in my younger days) Also, I might change my mind on working on just two stories, but so far, this is the plan.
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.
Trupan: YEP! Freeza is back, beware! And Pan is just fine, well, as fine as she can be after what she went through. And Uub now knows that she is a girl, AND that there is more to her than meets the eye. Remember she shot of that Kamehameha Wave in front of him, she's got some splainin' to do. You should feel appreciated, because you are, very much. Thanks for all the wonderful support, it means a lot.
Blood-In-The-Stars: Yes, you will definitely see much more from me, gosta keep busy in the writing department, though I seem to have ran into some trouble. My mom is planning on taking away my computer rights for awhile over the summer, which doesn't suit with my plan at all. I hope she forgets, so I can sneak on anyways. Bad girl! Hehehehe. Thanks for the review!
babex2xsweet: Yes, what is happening to Trunks? Well, you're going to have to read and find out. Don't worry, he has something up that sleeve of his, when does he not? Thanks for being such an awesome reviewer, you are the best!
Fujiko: One word to start off with. WOW! I have never got a review this long ever! And big hugs for you! Well, let me let you in on a little secret, I like taking similar ideas that everyone seems to like to write about to make my own. So if you ever see a story that I write that looks like everyone else's, its most likely that I have seen it as well and decided to mix things up a bit.
You also asked what gave me the idea to use the 9/11 incident, well, to tell you the truth, I kinda let my stories write themselves, meaning, if it just pops into my head, then it usually gets written. I'm kinda crazy, but that's just my personality. Yeah, I know what you mean, though I was a lot more involved with that day. You see, my cousin actually works in the Pentagon, and he was there the day it got hit, fortunately he was on the other side of the building when it happened. And then, my first cousin, who is in the National Guard, was deployed (luckily) to Washington, but, he had been expecting his first child, and missed his birth. In fact in you read the A/N, that's his son, the one we are going to celebrate the birthday for.
And I see where you are coming from, and I thought the same as the story progressed, BUT, Freeza had already been put in the story, so I'm trying to make things more of my own and more interesting in that department. Oh well, I guess it could be worse, this could be another one of those stories that you were talking about, right? And I don't think you're trying to give me a bad review, like I said, constructive criticism is welcomed, it's the whole flaming thing I have a problem with. Like if someone reviewed and said that my story sucked and that I should give up on writing or something, that's when I would get mad.
Thanks for the compliment, and here's the update you wanted, and I hope your mind changes on the whole Freeza thing, and if doesn't I hope you continue to read this anyways. I really liked hearing this from you, it was refreshing to hear from someone new, though I enjoy my faithful reviewers comments as well!
shadow-mistress: Thanks, I try to get really detailed with everything. And I will answer your question just because the way I'm writing I'm sure its starting sound like something is gonna happen between the two, but there isn't. Let's just say they are really good friends, nothing more, there is just a connection between them that makes them trust each other. So the relationship between the two is more like brother, sister type thing. And I won't get mad if you don't review for one of my chapters, I'm just happy that you like my story.
Purple-Punk: Yeah, I like to get detailed with things. Also, good connection there, but its not the same. You see, Trunks having the red eyes now has to deal with Freeza doing something to him, as well as Goten. The way it was in the dream was, in the time of mating season or spring, the Saiyan females go into heat, and the Saiyan males react to this. In this time of year, Saiyan males run completely on instinct alone. If you have ever seen Inuyasha, its like where Inuyasha transforms, he is very dangerous and runs on instinct, same goes for this. Mmmm, never thought of writing the way you connected it, you may of given me an idea for a story.
And don't worry about not updating for awhile, I understand. And the whole Disney World thing, it sounds fun, good luck! And I'm updating this story as fast as I can. Thanks for reviewing! Luv ya like a sister!
bmrdbgt: I'm still laughing. I love your review. It definitely brought a smile to my face. So, Vegeta gets paid by the minute per review, mmmmm, but Vegeta sounds like he was mouthing off to his boss, bad Veggie, needs to be punished. Hehehe. Review again, I LUV to hear from ya.
Undercover
By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 8-Where Were You, When the World Stopped Turning
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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, thisso 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!
CowgirlUSA