The Ward
By Alejandro Gonzalez
He decided that now was the time for him to do something that he'd tried not to do, for it was risky with a mental patient of this level: hypnosis. He'd tried to avoid it, he'd stalled as long as he possibly could, but now was the last straw. He had to somehow get her to believe that she was human, and if this was the only way to find out where she REALLY came from, so be it. He talked to her, and she decided that it was a way for her to totally, completely, and absolutely convince him she was a Saiyan. And, both were right; the outcome of this session, would absolutely convince the other of the truth. After all, it was as Sherlock Holmes said: "Once you've eliminated the impossible, the possible, no matter how improbable, has to be the truth." And this would eliminate any doubt that existed, for there were certain things a hypnotizer could say, that no matter how convinced the patient was, this would circumvent the conscious mind and go straight to the buried truth. These techniques had been proven more times than anything else.
"Okay, I'm going to ask you to lay down on this couch, and relieve your mind of ALL thoughts," he said.
She did as told. "Sure thing, chief."
"Now," he began, "I'll count backwards from five. When I reach one, you will fall deeply asleep."
She smiled. "Sure thing," she repeated.
He began. "Five, you're starting to feel drowsy. Four, there are small lead weights attached to your eyelids, making them oh so heavy."
Her eyes began to slightly droop. He continued.
"Three, you are becoming more drowsy. Two, you have to sleep, for your body is shutting down. One, you're in a deep, deep sleep."
Her eyes shut completely, with only minimal signs of breathing. In the back, there was a machine keeping track of her heartbeat, to make sure she was alive. Now that she was certifiably hypnotized, he could reveal the truth.
"Now, I want to speak directly to your subconscious mind. Your conscious mind is bending the truth, and I want you to shut it down. For a few minutes, close the doors to your conscious mind. Do you understand? If so, nod."
She nodded, and he began.
"I want you to please tell me where you were born, and to describe it to me."
She gulped a bit.
"I'm in a bright room," she began to explain. "I've just been born, and my mom and dad are there beside me."
He smiled; this was good, it sounded like a traditional human birthing. Then she continued to describe, which he wasn't expecting, for humans didn't know that much about their births.
"I'm being attached to this machine, and it's reading my power level. If you don't know, that's your amount of chi. Yay! I've got a power level of thirty! That means that I'm an elite!"
He began to frown with his mouth open.
No! He thought. It can't be like this! I refuse to believe she's a Saiyan!
His sorrow continued, for she wasn't done yet.
"I'm being carried to my space pod, and being sent to a planet…Yenrot! Yippie! That's an excellent planet to be sent to. I'll grow up and conquer the planet, and travel the universe. That's the way Saiyans live, you know."
He almost began to cry, as he listened to his defeat go on and on. Somehow, he managed to pull himself together enough to ask more questions.
"Tell me," he managed to say. "What do you know by this point? And how do you know it?"
She smiled. "Don't you know, silly? I know all about Saiyan lifestyle, and that's because they plated it directly in my mind with a machine!"
He began to get her out of her hypnosis, for he was defeated. He now HAD to admit that she was a Saiyan, and that would force him to discharge her. Why was he convinced? It was a standard rule of science, that there was NO way to alter the truths contained in your subconscious. It was impossible by all rules.
"I'm going to count to five, and once I do, you will reactivate your conscious mind, and come out of the sleep, feeling refreshed and wide awake. One, two, three, four, five."
Even though her return was hasty, it was complete. When he said "five", she was awake, and hungry. She'd returned to normal, that was for sure. When she came back, she reached for the bowl of fruit, and scarfed down the whole thing. She smiled at him, for she knew that he was defeated by the grumpy frown on his face. He looked at her, and decided that if she were a Saiyan, it was best to believe her now.
Her smile widened. "Do you believe me now?" She asked.
His frown deepened. "Yes," he grumbled under his breath.
As she walked toward the door, he suddenly thought of one more question, one that he'd been meaning to ask.
"Tell me," he asked. "When are you returning to Planet Vegeta?"
She scratched her head. "Uh, today's the eighteenth, right? Tomorrow, then. Don't worry, I'll make sure that you see me leave. And, I also guarantee that I'll return to this planet someday."
She left the office and went to the lunch hall and told Frank (a.ka. Kimenar) that she was returning to Vegeta, and that since he was a Saiyan also, he was going with her. They ate their final meal on Earth, and went to their rooms to sleep their final resting on Earth before their trip back to their home planet of Vegeta. They dreamed of battle as they drifted off to dreams.