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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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Waking up to smelling pretty much every breakfast food he loved was a good start, though he's a pretty early bird- and not used to someone getting up before he does. So into the kitchen he wanders, after he'd at least made himself decent. His daughter's cheerful voice makes him wince, because man it's way too early for that kind of enthusiasm, but he soon forgets it when he sees all the food she'd prepared.

"Happy...what?" The brain isn't registering what she'd said quite yet. "Right. Morning." The Prince sits down at the table she'd prepared, his stomach already starting to rumble just from looking at all the food. "Did you really make all this?"

"Well, yeah. It's Father's Day, so I wanted to do something nice for you. I've also got a present for you. I left it at the Battle Dome, since I figured you'd probably want to go there sometime today anyway."

In reality, it was a card containing a voucher valid for this day only for her to train with him for eight hours or until she was too exhausted to move. Whichever came first. She'd carefully hidden it away, so even if he took off early and went too fast for her to keep up, it was unlikely that he'd find it before she caught up.

Oh, yeah, that human holiday. It comes around every once in a while and he never really remembers it until someone shoots him a Happy Father's Day comment. Not that he's ever really cared, it was just another day out of the year with no real significance to him. He brushes that off but he does at least appreciate the amazing breakfast laid out before him.

"You got a present for me eh? And exactly where is it in the dome?" He motions for her to sit too- he might be able to eat this by himself but he's not going to be a disgusting pig and not let his daughter partake as well. He wasn't Kakarot, he had better manners than that.

"That's a secret," said Bulla. "I'm going to walk over there with you after breakfast and give it to you personally."

Emphasis on walk. With this much food, even he might need half an hour or so to digest before training to avoid uncomfortable stomach cramps. She took a seat and helped herself to a bit of everything. All in all, it was a hefty breakfast for a girl her size, but by Saiyan standards, it was a perfectly normal and healthy breakfast portion for a teenage girl.

He chuckles, smirking at her as he dishes himself up- as in taking whole plates of food after she'd gotten her share. Because whatever she doesn't eat, he will gladly finish off.

Isn't she just like her father sometimes, because it sounds like something planned. "So you're going to keep it from me? Trying to drive me insane with curiosity?" He taps his head with an index finger. "Well, you're going to have to try a little better than that!" He takes a few bites of his breakfast. Yum. "If your gift is that you've figured out how to increase the gravity in those blasted chambers, then I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. It's unbelievable that they restrict it so much."

"Sorry, but that's not it. If Mom couldn't figure it out, then I'm not going to have any more luck."

And thank goodness for that. Bulla had discovered she could handle ten times Earth's gravity well enough, but she didn't even want to think of what it would be like training under higher pressure. Least of all what he considered a good workout.

"I think you'll like it anyway."

After all the hints that she should be training that he'd given her in the months she'd been in Luceti, Bulla was fairly certain that he'd like this surprise. Gifts wouldn't mean much, but a gift of her time and being willing to do something she didn't like for his benefit? That would probably mean a lot more.

Not only can Bulma not figure it out, Vegeta had gotten Spock to try his hand too, to no avail. And if those two can't do it, well, he doesn't really know who can. "Well I can always dream, can't I?" Either way, now he is curious because he can't logically reason out what she could have possibly gotten for him that had anything to do with the Battle Dome. Perhaps she'd found something he could use. He could always use new training devices, maybe he'd even try to not break these ones for a change.

He starts really digging into his food now, because it is starting to drive him insane that he can't figure it out on his own. He gives her an eye as he swallows his pancakes, trying to analyze her face to see if it would give anything away. "Well, hurry up with your food so we can go. You've got my attention now. Though I'm not making any promises about walking."

Bulla's expression gave no hints of what she had planned. There was a slight smug look on her face, but this was because weeks of planning were finally coming to fruition and she hadn't given herself away. If she didn't all those times she'd been out training for hours with friends without him knowing, then she definitely wasn't going to trip up at the last minute.

"It's hidden, though, so you're going to have to go at my pace. It's a nice day. We might as well walk."

(Let the training begin!)

(Because things like getting water or using the bathroom are probably important over the course of several hours. Also a good time to talk to them for a bit.)

Edited 2013-06-16 21:00 (UTC)

(Bulla's exhausted and she's going to hurt like crazy tomorrow, but it's been a good day all in all.)

Edited 2013-08-14 02:43 (UTC)

He is taking that smug as her knowing she was getting his goat because he didn't know. So he straightens his own face as to not look like he was straining his brain or anything on the subject. "Fine, we'll play by your rules. We'll walk. But I get to set the pace." He flashes another playfully devious grin at her, being the brat that he is.

She hid it? What in the galaxy could she of gotten that she could hide? He speeds up and finishes off the rest of his food. Getting up, he quickly cleans his plates and is already heading to the door. Wasting time was never one of his favorite things to do and now isn't any different. He stops at the door, hand on a hip looking back at her. "Well? If we're going to go we might as well do it now." He really wants to know Bulla. Your dad is so impatient.

"As long as it's an actual walk rather than a run. We did just eat a really big breakfast."

She cleaned her plate off at a more leisurely pace, not letting herself be hurried. After all, he didn't know where she hid the present and it was small enough that she could hide it easily. In fact, it was taped to the ceiling in a hallway that led to the women's bathroom, specifically so it was in a place he'd have no reason to be visiting.

"I'll consider it." He leans up against the wall and waits for her to finish, mentally tapping his foot. He wants to go now. Asf;skfjasl;kfjj;alfj.

Finally, Bulla pulled on her running shoes and got ready to head out. Funny as it was to keep him waiting, she did want this to be a good day for her father overall, so she wouldn't push his limited patience too far. It was pretty funny seeing him get almost as excited as a little kid at Christmas time, especially considering how little interest he generally had in holidays like this one.

"Okay, I'm all ready to go."

Well, she said she has a present for him and he wants to see what it is. He couldn't care less what day it was. So darn it he wants to see it.

"Alright, let's go." He opens the door, walking out and already setting a nice brisk pace to the Battle Dome. "By the way Bulla, the breakfast was excellent. I haven't had a good one like that in a while." Because nothing beats good home cooking. Nothing.

"So, how long have you had this planned? You got up awfully early just to beat me to consciousness and then some this morning."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've actually been planning this for over a month. After I figured out what I was doing for Mother's Day, I started thinking about what to do for Father's Day."

Admittedly, planning for Mother's Day had been much, much easier because she shared more interests with her mother. She lacked the same aptitude for inventing and machinery, but was still technologically savvy enough to follow directions and handle simpler repairs. What they really shared was a love of fashion and beauty. Trunks shared the same interest in fighting as their father did, but he, unfortunately, wasn't here. Having her parents around helped. Now and then she still found herself missing her big brother, though.

She was glad that at least they were walking, rather than running or flying.

"Well, I see you've put an awful lot of thought into this." He picks his pace up just a little bit. A whole month huh? What does his devious daughter have planned for him? "Now you're just raising my expectations, setting the bar higher and higher for your little surprise. Now what happens when I find out and I'm all let down by it?"

He reaches over to ruffle her hair though; because he knows he won't be disappointed at all, and he's just messing around with her about it.

"Then I guess I'll just have to get you a classic shirt and tie and you'll just have to accept that and your breakfast as a consolation prize," Bulla replied, making a little face when he ruffled her hair.

She'd just combed that and been hoping it would take a little longer than this to get it messed up. Still, he was obviously in a good mood if he was teasing her and trying to get a reaction out of her.

"As long as the shirt isn't pink, then that's fine." He made sure he destroyed that shirt a long time ago. He doesn't want another one.

"Now don't be all sore with me, or else your hair is going to be more frazzled than it is already. We're just about there and you wouldn't want anyone to see how much you've messed it up, now would you?" He chuckles and shoots her a grin because it's too much fun to get her going about that. To him it's just hair and there's no need to get upset just because a strand went loose.

"I promise it won't be a pink shirt," said Bulla. She wouldn't give anything away until they were there and she presented him with the card, but she could reassure him of that much. Besides, there were so many other colours she could torment him with if she had ever wanted to give him an undesirable gift just to bug him.

At last, they reached the Battle Dome entrance and Bulla had to do her best to hide that she was eager to see how he reacted.

"Wait right here and I'll be back with your present."

He gives her an inquisitive look before finally resting on a "Fine." Yeah right he wasn't waiting out here. He was going inside the minute she disappeared into the building. He folds his arms over his chest, leaning up against the side of the building so she could go in, with him more than likely following shortly behind her.

Bulla walked along quickly until she reached the hallway that led to the women's bathroom. The envelope containing the card was taped tidily to the ceiling, and she flew up to peel it off. It was only then that she saw that she'd been followed.

"Dad! You were supposed to wait by the entrance. You seriously couldn't wait two minutes?"

"Of course not. So that's where you hid it, eh? I'll have to remember that." Tricky, he'd never of looked there. Of course he'd never think to look for an envelope either, to be fair. She could have hidden it anywhere in here and he probably wouldn't of had a clue.

Though...why hide an envelope here? "You know you could just as easily hidden that in your bedroom and given it to me at home." That's his logic, anyhow.

"You'll see why I decided to give it to you here when you open it."

For one, it ensured that they actually did walk, even if it was at a brisk pace. Bulla was sure that if he saw what she put in the card, she'd have been whisked off to the Battle Dome before she could even blink.

"Here."

The card itself was fairly ordinary as far as Father's Day cards went - store bought rather than homemade because the last time Bulla made arts and crafts that weren't for school assignments, she was eight. The only drawing she bothered with for fun was drawing ideas for new fashions. Inside, there was a paper voucher that looked like an official certificate. It read:

Redeemable on Father's Day for eight hours of training with your daughter, or until she passes out from exhaustion.

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Training

Taking a break

Time to go home

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Don't tell anyone I didn't go to bed yet

Your secret is safe with me