Bulla Brief (
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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."
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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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.
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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."
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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"Okay, I'm all ready to go."
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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"Dad! You were supposed to wait by the entrance. You seriously couldn't wait two minutes?"
Don't tell anyone I didn't go to bed yet
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.
Your secret is safe with me
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.
YAY NOW I CAN DROWN IN FEELS
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!"
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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.
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So he'll actually wait, because he's not following her into the women's bathroom. That would be weird.
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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."
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((OoC: To the next part!))