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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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She had to remind herself not to waste an opportunity and moved in. She wasn't at all good at ki blasts, and it would take a lot of instruction and training that did not involve sparring before that was going to change. She moved in, aiming for a kick to the head.
omg i don't have a good icon for this
With both hands around her ankle now, he'll begin to spin, getting momentum for his own throw, releasing her right at the nearest wall- giving her a little taste of her own medicine.
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Dazed, she slid gracelessly down the wall and landed on her butt. She rubbed her nose, then made herself shakily get back up again.
"Wow, you really didn't like getting thrown, Dad. Ow."
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"Try to hit me. Right here." He points right to his face, then tapping it with an index finger.
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She got into stance, took a deep breath and looked for an opportunity. She might be far less skilled, but she had watched her father train and fight in tournaments far too much to take the most obvious opening, or to let herself be too easily goaded by a taunt. She didn't have to be good fighter to know that would be a bad idea.
Finally, she darted in, aiming several kicks in rapid succession at him. The more powerful kicks were aimed at his abdomen, in an attempt to make him drop his guard. It was only the faster, but less powerful kicks that she bothered to aim at his face. She didn't want to be grabbed by the ankle and thrown so soon after her last experience.
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Either way, she's making him back up as her assault continues, slowly pushing him toward the wall. He continues his defense, letting her go at it to see if she could actually land a blow on him before he gets cornered and has to do something about it.
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She tried a few more kicks before alternating them with punches, trying to focus most of her blows on his abdomen in an effort to make him concentrate more of his defense there. If she was going to land a hit right in his face, she was going to have to be smart about it. Finally, she saw an opportunity, but rather than give it away by focusing directly on where she was going to strike, she only kept that side of his face in her peripheral vision. At the last possible split second, she darted in and aimed an uppercut at his face.
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The uppercut comes in fast, and he's not expecting it; and just as it flies at him, he raises his chin up and bends back, her knuckle grazing the side of it. Unfortunately it's left his abdomen wide open.
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It wasn't something she was conscious of, but the more she fought, the more her natural battle instincts bubbled to the surface. Combined with all the years she'd spent watching her father train, she could read him better than many of his tournament opponents. At the very least, it helped her avoid making some of the stupider rookie mistakes she could have. Especially since she inherited his temper along with her Saiyan abilities, but lacked the many years of combat experience.
Whirling around to add more force to her blow, she struck at his undefended abdomen with her knee and brought her fists up to guard her face.
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He also feels that it's almost that time to make her go on the defensive.
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Then she saw his hands go up to defend himself, and her concern mostly went away. Of course he'd be able to keep going. There was no reason to worry. She was just stronger than he was used to her being, and he still hadn't adjusted because he didn't know exactly how much he needed to adjust to. She tried to look for an opening to hit him in the face, punches swift and persistent just in case she could create an opening.
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He continues to block when she resumes, but he's going to start moving a little faster now. And he'll be looking for his own opening to parry a punch, with the intent of making her defend herself with his own assault.
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And then? He's going to see how much she can take from getting hit. And it probably won't feel too good. Nothing like breaking bones, but you don't learn to deal with getting hit without being on the receiving end.
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Unfortunately for her, she reached the point where she couldn't keep with him, and the blows started coming in. Compared to her father's punches and kicks, everyone else's felt like love taps by comparison.
She sincerely tried not to whine and complain. She knew what she was getting into sparring with him. But it hurt, and she eventually folded like a napkin. "...okay, that's totally enough to judge how much of a hit I can take, Dad," she said between coughs.
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"No more games. Now we actually fight." He doesn't wait long though, since now he's flying back in at her with fists up starting his assault with a flurry of punches at her.
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She brought up her hands to defend, aware of all the bruises her arms would be covered in as she blocked the blows to the best of her ability. And yet, as much as it hurt, he still was holding back. He'd just tested her limits to ensure that he was pushing her to her maximum potential at the moment. Too bad for her that she'd never bothered to push herself to those limits before.
When she spotted an opening, she lashed out with a kick aimed at his stomach.
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If she thought he was being hard before, now will surprise her because he isn't giving her any freebies, and he wants to make sure she knows what it is to be hit.
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She took a deep breath and prepared herself before charging in again. If he really wanted to test what she was capable of, then she'd test and see how much she could endure. Not to mention how much she could continue to dish back out. It occurred to her that it was a very good thing she'd already told her friends she'd be unavailable for the next two days after. Odds were that she wouldn't be able to move by the time the day was over.
Darting in, she punched as quickly as she could, trying to get in a quick shot in his face.
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A few punches come dangerously close to his face, but he won't let her hit him if he can help it.
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Darting in close, she suddenly dropped low and followed through, springing up with an uppercut aimed at his chin. He'd challenged her to hit him in the face and she wasn't going to give up until she either managed it or was too tired to get up. Whichever came first.
btw if i'm being too harsh with him, lemme know
Nah, it's okay. XD He was rough with Trunks when he was 8, and she's almost 16
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