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He was always a rock when I needed one (closed)

Who: Bulla and Vegeta (open to Bulma as well)
What: A special Father's Day celebration, Saiyan (and half-Saiyan) style
When: June 16th all day
Where: Brief household, Battle Dome and then back home again
Summary: Bulla trained diligently for over a month in order to surprise her dad. This is the result.
Rating: PG for sparring violence

Bulla was up uncharacteristically early, but she wanted to wake up before her father. She prepared a generous breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon, bagels with cream cheese and orange juice. Her outfit had been carefully selected. Fashionable, and yet, something she could train in without minding if it got sweaty. She'd been planning this for over a month, and as far as she knew, her father had no idea how much time she'd been spending training. She'd pretended to do very little other than exercise - she claimed she'd been going running, or just exercising with friends to stay fit to explain the times she came in sweaty and wearing athletic (though still ver colour coordinated) clothing.

It wasn't a lie - she had been getting plenty of exercise with friends. She just downplayed the extent of it by a lot, and didn't mention training at all. There was no reason for him to think that she'd changed her routine by much. The lack of a shopping mall necessitated finding other hobbies, but she'd kept herself busy with Fashion Club with Quinn and that wasn't a secret at all.

"Good morning, Dad!" she greeted cheerfully when her father finally emerged. "Happy Father's Day."

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He takes the card, looking down at it with curiosity. So what else to do but open it, pulling out the card and taking time to at least read it. He takes the voucher and his face is nothing but bewilderment. He doesn't really know what to say at first, because he's incredibly shocked. The one thing he could never get her to do, that he just didn't have the heart to make her do past the basics he'd taught her so she could at least defend herself properly from any idiot Earth males. He never had the heart to make her train like a Saiyan warrior, after he'd accepted his life on Earth and knowing that he no longer resided in a society of warriors but living with a race of relatively peaceful beings. He didn't want that for her, or else he would have forced her just like he did with Trunks when he was small. But Trunks wanted to, he idolized Vegeta so it wasn't exactly forced.

And here she was, taking the time to spend with him to do what he loved most despite that she had always tried to avoid and get out of training as much as she could. He lowers the voucher to approach her, giving her a nice hug, because that was incredibly thoughtful of her and he most certainly loves his gift. It means a lot to him. He doesn't say thank you but the look on his face certainly displays it.

"So do I get to redeem this now or are you going to make me wait? And just because you're my daughter doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you!"

Bulla gave her father a big hug in return. Much as she loved him, she'd never idolized him the same way that her brother had. Instead, she'd always been content to cheer for the both of them from the stands. Not only had she never been driven to train to try to become a great warrior, but there had never been a need. Bulla had grown up in a peaceful time that was free of threats to the Earth. Until Bebi, she'd never encountered any serious danger. She'd always been safe, and content with the knowledge that she would be protected.

Being possessed by that parasite had shaken her up a lot more than she liked to admit. Ultimately, though, it was the knowledge that even little kids with no powers or training could be drafted that first got her tentatively training. Once she'd started, she thought about telling her father, and then realized it would be the perfect Father's Day surprise.

"You can redeem it in two minutes," she said. "I was going to give you your present after I used the bathroom, but you didn't want to wait."

And after drinking a generous glass of orange juice...well. There was no way she was going to tolerate ten time's Earth's gravity without relieving herself first.

"I didn't see the point. I was going to see it anyway, so I figured I'd cut down on any time wasted. But go. I'm definitely going to be cashing this in as soon as you get back. I've got a lot of ideas and I don't think you're going to like any of them." Ha, he can't wait to get started. This was going to be absolutely fun for him, and even though he might not be bouncing up and down about it, inside he's pretty excited. Eight hours is a long time and you can get a lot done in that time.

So he'll actually wait, because he's not following her into the women's bathroom. That would be weird.

There was a reason Bulla specified eight hours or until she passed out from exhaustion. 'All day' could be left open to interpretations she didn't want - such as training for as long as the sun was up. Or worse. Twenty four hours. Now that was a horrifying thought. Until recently, excluding gym class and regular aerobics, it would have been unheard of for her to train for twenty four hours in a month.

She was reasonably quick about using the bathroom, and washing her hands. She took a bit of time to smooth down her hair and tie it back in a ponytail. It was still going to get messed up no matter what, but at least if it was tied back, it would be out of her face. Bulla took a deep breath before she opened the door and walked back down the hallway.

/Okay, I can do this/ she tried to assure herself. /I think./

"All right, I'm ready."

"Well then. Shall we?" He's unmistakably happy about getting to train with her as he leads her to one of the chambers.

((OoC: To the next part!))

He'll lead her inside, closing the door behind them and looking at the panel. Does he just turn the gravity on now or later? He decides to turn it on anyway, it'll be good for her, and it's only ten times normal gravity, it's not like he's making her train in one-hundred and fifty like what he used to do with his son when he was small.

"Think you can handle a warm-up with the gravity on?" He's throwing a few punches and kicks in the air for himself, stretching just a little to get those muscles ready.

"Yeah, I can manage it," Bulla confirmed with a nod. "To be honest, I kind of figured you'd want to train in this kind of gravity and I've been practicing a bit. Getting in time here in the Battle Dome without you realizing what I was doing was actually harder than handling the gravity."

In fact, ten times gravity wasn't all that hard for her to adjust to at all, she'd discovered, much to her surprise. Bulla could only assume that was due to having half-Saiyan physiology. It certainly wasn't due to any real strength training on her part. But if a Saiyan infant could handle that gravity, it was perfectly reasonable to expect that of herself. She was gradually beginning to realize that her strength was not at a level that could be considered baseline human.

"You've been practicing? Really?" Color him surprised, he wasn't expecting that answer at all. "Yes, I spend most of the day here so I can imagine trying to sneak inside to use one of the chambers for yourself would give you some difficulties. But I never saw you once so I'd say you did a pretty good job with getting away with it. I might have to watch you a little closer now that I know that though." Sneaky, he ponders if she's snuck anywhere that she didn't want him to know about that didn't pertain to this. Eh, he's got eyes all around Luceti- he'd find out if she had.

He continues to warm up, and will let her do so too, before the real training begins; and he's definitely going to start out with sparring, since that's his favorite thing to do and he hasn't fought anyone around here with the durability equal to everyone from their world. It'll be a nice change, even if he thinks he has to go easy on her.

"Oh, I don't think there's any need for that," said Bulla, glad for at least the warmup opportunity. Especially the chance to stretch. She was sure that her muscles would thank her later, when they were only sore for two or three days as opposed to an entire week. Ten times Earth's gravity might be easier than she'd expected, but this was still going to be way beyond any of the training she'd done with friends.

All of that time had been excellent preparation. Her reflexes were better than they'd ever been after such a concentrated effort. She also learned techniques for using an opponent's force against them, and those were the ones where she was most likely to have the element of surprise. The body contained all sorts of natural levers, and while she wasn't anywhere near his level of strength, she'd learned that she was strong enough to hit grown adults hard enough to knock them through trees or send them flying for several yards without much effort. It was enough to throw her father when they sparred, if she had an opening to do so.

He finishes up, walking over and rotating his arms a little to loosen them up. He might go easy on her for his standards but he still doesn't have a problem hitting her. She signed up for this and he's willing to let her have it, at least as much as he thinks she can handle.

"We've wasted enough time. Let's get started." He'll be nice though, and not surprise her by throwing a kick right at her head. Instead he sets himself in a fighting stance. "Ready when you are."

Bulla got into a fighting stance of her own, although rather than clench her fists together, she left her hands open and ready to grab at an arm, a shirt sleeve - anything that would give her leverage for a throw. She knew better than to expect that he'd be gentle. Bulla trusted that he'd hold back from doing anything that could seriously hurt her and that he'd have a realistic expectation of what she'd be able to take. It was the realistic expectation that she wasn't looking forward to. He had a very good idea of what a minimally trained half-Saiyan could handle.

"I'm ready."

Ready, but she wasn't moving in to attack. She was going to avoid going on the offensive as much as possible and instead planned on making her defense her best offense. It was her best chance of holding out for at least close to the eight hours mentioned in the card. She didn't know if she could get that far, but she'd be disappointed in herself if she didn't at least manage five hours.

"Well alright then." The tone of his voice drops, and puts on a smile he usually reserves for combat. And without another word he moves in, not near as fast as he might of had he been fighting Trunks or even Kakarot, but it's still quick as he goes to try to land a punch right in his daughter's face.

It was quick, but it was easier to react when he had to come at her. Bulla side stepped to dodge the blow coming at her face and grabbed at her father's arm. The motion was fluid and circular just like she'd been taught, using the quick motion and incoming force to her advantage.

The punch doesn't connect as she side steps him, grabbing a hold of his arm and he instantly concludes that he's about to get thrown. Not bad, he thinks to himself, that certainly wasn't something he's gone through with when teaching her some basic self defense when she was younger.

As she goes to follow through what he thinks will be a throw, he'll be raising his hand up- and will fire a ki blast right at her.

Originally, the plan had been to throw him, but since he saw through her intent, she adapted. Instead, she used his arm as leverage to swing her leg up in time to kick at his wrist. It wouldn't do much damage, but if it made the ki blast miss, she'd consider it a success.

Her foot connects with his wrist and the blast goes off, flying at the ceiling and exploding harmlessly far above their heads. He'll have to take this opportunity to try to bring a turn kick into her side while simultaneously trying to remove his arm from her grip.

When that kick hit her side, it not only hurt, but it also forced her to let go of his arm. Bulla went flying to the side. Mid-air, she whirled around so that she landed on her feet and went skidding back in a crouch. She'd been hoping she could dodge three hits, but two out of three wasn't bad at all. There were world tournament competitors who'd fared worse against him.

"I know you're faster than that!" He can't deny it, that was pretty good of her to take care of his attacks like that. She certainly had been working on her skills and that little combo had shown it. So he'll give her a little more to deal with, his hands glowing with energy as he begun to throw smaller and lower powered ki blasts right at her.

Bulla let out a little squeak when the ki blasts started coming, and she was grateful for Cliff's training. He'd been a patient teacher who helped her work on her dodging, even if he got paint on her clothes during their training. She managed to dodge the blasts, and stifled the urge to complain that he'd thrown them at her without warning. To him, mentioning her being faster probably did count as a warning.

Unfortunately, very little of all the extra training she'd gotten in had so much as touched upon the use of her ki, and she'd never been good at using it offensively. For flying, yes, and for sharing it to make someone else stronger, sure. It meant she had to dodge and move in for more direct physical attacks.

Staying light on her feet, she rushed at him, feigning that she was aiming a kick at his ribs before dropping low and aiming a sweeping kick at his legs.

He can't help but be really proud of her while she manages to dodge all of his blasts, grinning widely at her moves as she approached him. He sees her feign, but doesn't think she'd be skilled enough to try to fake him out; so his arm goes up to block what he thinks is going to be a kick right to his side. His face opens into an expression of shock when her leg slams into his and knocks him clear off his feet.

He twists, hands going out to catch himself on the ground, trying to use the opportunity and momentum to swing his own legs at her to try to land a hit.

Both feet struck Bulla in the chest, knocking the wind out of her. She went flying back, and it was all she could do to turn around and land in an unsteady crouch as she coughed.

"Ow," she said between coughs. In the past, she would have quit at this point, with plenty of complaining until she was grudgingly allowed to leave. Instead, she took in a couple of slow breaths and got to her feet, determined to try again. She was dodging blasts she never would have been able to mere months before, and she successfully faked out one of the strongest warriors in the universe. For once in her life, Bulla wanted to see just how much she was capable of.

Part of her feels useless, because it has been a long time since she could really follow anyone's training sessions without having the impression that they just vanished in thin air due how fast they were. And so she's left to spend her time watching them pop in and out of her sight as they train. She's slightly disappointed, she had expected that with Bulla not being used to train she wouldn't be this fast, but obviously she was wrong. Or Bulma was way too slow, which could be possible and wasn't a shame seeing as she was comparing herself to two aliens. Or an alien and a half-alien.

Another part of her is just beyond ectasis. There she is, watching her daughter and her husband train. And she just knows that even if she was back home with many things to do, she would still love to take a bit of time to watch this. Specially seeing as it's a very special event. She still can't help to feel awe at her family, even if she has come to accept it as a reality and her future, sometimes she just fears it's all one of those crazy dreams that would haunt her and give her weird ideas about Vegeta back home. Of course, now they aren't so weird, but for the Bulma she is back there, who doesn't know about her future, they are.

All in all, she's proud of them and very happy and she understands fully how special this day must be for Vegeta, to be able to do with his daughter what he surely has been wanting to do but somehow never did -maybe because of how he had come to adjust to a peaceful life?-. After all, he was a warrior, he came from a species that did nothing but fight. Even if at times it gets on her nerves and bothers her, Bulma knows it well and she supposes that it must have been hard for him to adapt to a peaceful life. To understand that there's no need for him to fight every hour of the day, that he's not in constant danger or anything. And that his children don't have to learn to fight, that they may not even want to.

Still, no matter what, Bulma is Bulma, and training non-stop is no good for anyone. Specially not for a girl who doesn't do it on a daily basis. So she waits for them with refreshing drinks ready once she deems they have been going at it for long enough. She gives them the benefit of doubt and waits for them to stop on their own, but if they don't do so in ten minutes she'll hijack the system to force them to take a break if she has to.

He skids to a halt, being beaten back a ways by Bulla, ducking, blocking and dodging her assault fist for fist and blow by blow, when for a second his eye catches a particular blue-haired woman standing outside the glass of their chamber. He lets that glance rest a moment too long before Bulla's foot connects solidly with the side of his face, causing him to flip before catching himself with a hand, pushing himself off the ground and flipping back up onto his feet.

He wipes the blood from his mouth, keeping his gaze locked now on his daughter but bothers to speak up.

"Your mother is here. And I think she wants to see us."

Had she hit just about anyone else like that in a sparring match, Bulla would probably have apologized and worried if she'd hurt her sparring partner too badly. She already punched Tenten through a tree and sent Lee flying during her training with them, and semi-panicked. In her father's case, she knew that he could handle much worse than what she could dish out.

Bulla couldn't help but feel just a bit proud of herself that her training paid off enough that she could land any blows at all. He was going easy on her to an extent - she knew he could hit much harder than he was hitting her, and he was being downright restrained with his ki blasts. He was being less generous with his defense. Every one of the few hits she'd landed, he made her work hard for.

Her expression lit up at her mother's timely arrival. Bulla was breathing hard and she'd worked up a good sweat in their training, and this was the perfect time to take a break.

"Perfect timing," she said, heading out of the room surprisingly quickly for a tired person. "Hey mom! I'd hug you, but I'm all sweaty and gross right now."

Hands up, he lets her catch herself and get up after his kick lands. No whining though, on her end. Good. He'd hit her pretty hard, maybe even a little harder than he intended but that's what happens when you spar sometimes. So he doesn't feel bad, because he could have hit her a lot harder. She's a Saiyan. She can take it.

He's really starting to realize that she wasn't kidding when she said she'd really worked for this day. Dodging all those blasts, it seemed like it wasn't something she hadn't encountered before- and not because he'd trained her to deal with it. Someone else did. He's a little sore that she'd faked him out successfully, but at the same time he figures she'd played on him underestimating her. Smart. That'll teach him to underestimate her, just as he hates it when his enemies do the same to him.

That display though, he's more than certain that if Bulla wanted she could easily be a skilled Saiyan warrior, pulling off those moves in a month's time like that? He shouldn't be surprised, she did have Saiyan blood in her veins and she was the daughter of the Prince of Saiyans. The instinct for battle resided in her, too. But how to bring it out?

"Think you can pull that off again? His hand comes up, fingers moving backward toward him in a taunt. Come, show him what you've got.

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He was always a rock when I needed one (closed)

YAY NOW I CAN DROWN IN FEELS

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Bulma -> Vegeta -> Bulla? or whoever is boomeranging at the time lol? I AM BAD AT THIS.

Thread order sounds good - if you guys want to boomerang, Bulla can sit & enjoy her drink and break

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