"Probably," she replied in regards to the question as to whether she'd train with her friends. "I promised makeovers in exchange for help with training, but I think most of them were happier having a sparring partner they didn't need to pull their punches with."
It had been sparring with others that clued her into the fact that she had inherited a lot more Saiyan powers than she'd first thought. For the longest time, Bulla had just considered herself a natural athlete with an amazing immune system. Gym class wasn't a challenge and was easily her best subject. She never got sick. She'd always been able to lift heavier objects than other girls her age. But then, come to think of it, she'd been able to withstand the pressure her father and Trunks trained in within the gravity chamber with only minimal discomfort. So perhaps she'd been deluding herself all along.
"I'm only committing to an hour every other day," she added, snapping back out of her moment's contemplation. She knew what a slippery slope it could be if she didn't stand firm on that. "Anything else I do is extra."
While she understood her mother's point, and knew that she probably would train more than an hour every other day, she didn't want to raise expectations too high. Not when she'd seen how much Trunks' social life fell by the wayside in favour of training. It was already a drastic change for her to voluntarily train, and especially on a regular basis.
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It had been sparring with others that clued her into the fact that she had inherited a lot more Saiyan powers than she'd first thought. For the longest time, Bulla had just considered herself a natural athlete with an amazing immune system. Gym class wasn't a challenge and was easily her best subject. She never got sick. She'd always been able to lift heavier objects than other girls her age. But then, come to think of it, she'd been able to withstand the pressure her father and Trunks trained in within the gravity chamber with only minimal discomfort. So perhaps she'd been deluding herself all along.
"I'm only committing to an hour every other day," she added, snapping back out of her moment's contemplation. She knew what a slippery slope it could be if she didn't stand firm on that. "Anything else I do is extra."
While she understood her mother's point, and knew that she probably would train more than an hour every other day, she didn't want to raise expectations too high. Not when she'd seen how much Trunks' social life fell by the wayside in favour of training. It was already a drastic change for her to voluntarily train, and especially on a regular basis.