Coma Part 2 by SSJTrunksFan




That with the many comments was probably nothing. Well, I'll keep writing anyway. Someone will probably read my story. Still, I'm a little sad ... * sniff *


Another topic: That took a long time with the second part, right? I was on vacation and then my PC went on strike, so it’s only now. So...




"In order to go into a trance, you have to detach your mind from your body. This requires tremendous willpower and concentration. When you have detached yourself, the mind floats freely between the dimensions. You can see everything wherever you want to go , hear everything, the body remains as an empty shell.


It seems that the mistress got lost somewhere. She does not find her way back into her body or cannot leave her dimension. You hardly have a chance to get them back. "


"That's not fair!" Trunks rumbled and jumped up from the floor (he had sat down listening.)."I must be able to do something!"


"If you mean ... But there aren't really many options," said the book, grinning sardonically. "


"Out with it!"


"Don't rush like that!" Snapped the book pompously. "You could first try to bring them back using a certain essence of poison. Your body would become so cramped that your mind is practically withdrawn."


Goten laughed in relief. The book glared at him at the interruption and continued. "However, the slightest mistake in the preparation of the potion could lead to the death of what is used. The only one who could brew the potion flawlessly would be the mistress herself. That is of course omitted."


Trunks and Goten's shoulders sagged at the same time. Piccolo's face also darkened noticeably. Bulma, just joining Vegeta, was about to burst into tears.


"The next thing would be to just follow her into her dream world and then take her with you or set her free or do something else, depending on the situation.“The book grimaced.” But you have to have trained for a long time, because it is not easy to put yourself into a trance. As far as I can remember, it took the mistress about two years to master the visions and trances ... "The book paused." At that time she was only four years old.


Goku gasped loudly. "With FOUR she already mastered this stuff?"


The book nodded importantly. "Of course, what do you think. Her parents insisted that she learn everything. An extraordinary child, she was."


"In what way?" Trunks asked suspiciously.


"Well, when she was one year old, she could already hover and speak articulately. Then she began to move other objects. On her fifth birthday she was almost perfect in all arts of magic. As I said, extraordinary talent. The rest of hers She only spent her life improving what was already very good. Back to what I wanted to say: You can only use the trance if you start early.To do this, the brain must be washed empty so that the mind is light and free enough to leave the body. This is best learned as a small child, because the train of thought is not that tricky. Then you also retain the ability to free yourself from everyday life and erase the thoughts in your head. "


"Great," Trunks muttered and tugged at his hair. He did not notice that shortly afterwards he was plucking whole tufts of gray hair.


"You're getting the carpet dirty," the book grumbled, giving him a disapproving look. "In any case, only someone with years of experience can bring the mistress back out of her trance. Everyone else can leave it the same."


"Is there no other way to put yourself into a trance?" Asked Goten, who was slowly becoming uncomfortable under the piercing eyes of the book.


"Of course there are!" Said the book. "But it is just as dangerous as that of brewing the awakening potion and is falling away.You surely don't want to kill yourself. "


"If it helps Kyoko, it will!" Trunks shouted and grabbed the book. He held it up in the air, shook it angrily and shouted: "Speak up!"


"It's good, it's good," the book called soothingly. If it had had arms, it would have given Trunks a proper slap, but now it had to be limited to a calming expression. The book was thrown back onto the holder.


"If you drink this potion, you can put yourself into a trance. It has the same effect as meditation, but the same applies here: A mistake will definitely cost you your life." The face in the book disappeared and a page opened by itself with the heading The Dream Potion. Strangely enough, the writing was no longer unrecognizable, but everything was written in the common language (zero plan, which language they speak in DBZ, that's why I now call it the common language.).

"Maybe the book had something like a security code," Bulma muttered to herself and decided to deal with encryption.


On the book page was a complicated guide on how to brew a magic potion.


"I've always admired Kyoko for the way she does this stuff, but when I see it that way ... In another country they would worship her as a goddess and fall on her knees before her," Trunks muttered lost in thought.


"You're damn right, old man," said Goten, clapping his friend on the shoulder.


"Where should we get the ingredients from?" Asked Bulma aloud. "There is no 'wild herb' or 'dream orchid' in my kitchen."


"Good question," said Goku.


"... which we best ask Dende," replied Piccolo. Without hesitation, he made spiritual contact with God. A few minutes later he happily explained to his friends: "Dende has such herbs in his pantry. He meant something about good for flatulence, but that was very quiet, I didn't understand that.The fact is, we just have to pick it up. "


Goku did not take long to ask. In about half an hour he was back with the sheet torn from the book and a series of strange grasses and strange-looking bottles.


"I'm sorry it took so long," he said, ashamed. "Popo cooked ..."


"It's okay," Trunks hastened to assure. "The main thing is that you have the ingredients with you."


Goku spread his arms and let everything fall onto a small table in Kyoko's room. Fortunately, all herbs and glasses were labeled, because Goku hadn't remembered a name.


"We could have had that faster," one could hear Goten from a corner of the room. The others turned to him. Goten pointed to a closet that was labeled 'Herbs and Grasses'. Next to it was a drawer labeled 'Frog eyes and the like'.


"Shit!", Trunks cursed (He used a somewhat more filthy expression that I didn't want to write down now.)."Still, let's just start simmering now. I can't stand sitting around idly." General agreement.


Trunks and the others left the eerie room and went into the kitchen.


Videl, a little more skillful with the wooden spoon than Bulma, began to prepare the drink according to the instructions on the book page. The curious onlookers disappeared when about half of the ingredients were added. Piccolo, who is usually so dominated, grimaced in disgust and sought the distance, muttering words that sounded like this: "I hope the stink is not due to Videl's cooking skills. Then I would have to seriously pity Gohan."


The others had similar feelings too. Gohan, who was thinking of his wife, got a gas mask. Trunks didn't need any, he was much too tense to be upset about such little things and watched the whole preparation with fascination. An hour later, the sun had long since set, the whole Z-group gathered in the living room, where Videl proudly presented a richly decorated bottle that was closed with a cork and contained a poison green liquid.

"This," she explained, "is the dream potion. It is exactly as described in the book. I am sure I did everything right."


Breathless silence. Now only one question would be decided.




Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mother, brought coffee and cake in between. She chatted happily about the beautiful weather, reprimanded the group for sitting inside and rushed off with a blissful expression on her face.


"I have made up my mind", Trunks was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.


"Have you thought about that carefully?" Piccolo asked with the usual grim expression on his face.


"No," replied Trunks. "But if I did, I would probably not have the courage to do so. So my plan is immature."


"The book said it would be dangerous for the inexperienced ... Maybe someone else should do it ..." Goten said worriedly.


"I know," interrupted his best friend."But you also realize that this might be Kyoko's only chance, right? And I can't think of anyone except me who would have the right to help her."


Bulma put a sympathetic hand on her son's shoulder. Tears stood in her eyes as she said to him: "Do what you have to do. But please, come back to me when you have found her. I don't want to lose two children in such a short time. I miss Kyoko's laughter as well like you. "She kissed him gently on the cheek.


Vegeta hesitantly hugged his son.


"I don't like that," he said softly. "I wish we had a flesh and blood enemy. You don't know what to expect. Be careful accordingly. I never dreamed that one day I would say that to you, my son ..." Vegeta paused . He quickly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and hoped no one would have noticed. Then he continued. "I don't want to lose you. I should have told you a lot more times, I know.I wasn't a good father. But please ... don't make me an unhappy father. "


Trunks looked at his father in amazement. Doubts arose in him when he saw the serious and genuinely worried face of his father, but he quickly gathered himself and shook hands with each of those present. Then he went into an empty room. He sat cross-legged on the carpet. He sighed again slightly. Hopefully I will find her ...