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

[fashionably_strong]

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."

Comments

[misterbrief]

"A-hahahaha! You punched Tenten through a tree? I'm sorry I missed it!" It's a hilarious image in his head, Tenten flying through a tree or several trees. And he can see the look of shock right on her face after it happened. He likes Tenten and all, but that sadistic part of him still finds enjoyment in the pain of others. In fact, the very thought of Bulla beating up on anyone he knows makes him start to chuckle quietly. It's just an amusing thought to him.

Now he's imagining Lee being punted into the sky, so far that when he comes back down it leaves a crater where he landed. Vegeta would very much love for that to happen to that boy, maybe it would shut him up about shouting about youth every few seconds or so. He's stopped listening to Bulma talk about Goku because first of all, he doesn't care about Goku and how he learned to fight and secondly, he's entertaining himself with these thoughts, and if anything is probably being sort of rude.

[fashionably_strong]

She was glad that her mother supported this method of training, blending different fighting styles into one of her own. It was encouraging to hear that this was how Goku had become as skilled as he did, too. Bulla was about to speak when her father's laughter cut her off.

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose," she replied, raising an eyebrow at how much enjoyment he was getting from the idea of Tenten being knocked through a tree. "We were trying to figure out what kind of weapon would work for me, and after that, she decided I should just stick to hand to hand."

[capsuleprincess]

Bulma just rolls her eyes at Vegeta's reaction, of course he would laugh at other people being beaten down, that's something that apparently will never change in him, and she's glad for it. It's still quite rude and heartless though.

"Certainly, with the heritage your father has left to you through genes I can't see you using a weapon regularly. Saiyans just aren't made to manipulate weapons, though being a half-saiyan and with how my genes have influenced in you I'm sure you could use one;" if that sounds as if she's subtly implying that saiyans don't have enough brains to use weapons that's... Probably because she is doing exactly that. Of course, Bulla is different, she has got enough of her mother's brains to not fall in that sack.

[misterbrief]

"For your information, Saiyans are perfectly capable at being quite adept with weapons. There's no reason for it since we ourselves are far more powerful and effective. I simply don't see the need to carry around a sword when my fists work just as well." He harrumphs, crossing his arms. Trunks was very, very good at wielding his sword, though it proved useless against the androids.

However, he did enjoy the fact that Frieza was cut into tiny pieces with that same sword.

[fashionably_strong]

"Well, it was fun to try anyway, but I think I got the most out of learning how to redirect other people's force and learning how to get better at dodging. At least when it comes to sparring with someone as strong as Dad."

The last part was both her honest opinion, and an attempt to smooth over her father's ruffled feathers. Though she was accustomed to her parents' harmless bickering, Bulla wanted to keep it from escalating. On special occasions, she was willing to try running interference for the sake of making sure the family had a good time together.

"Thanks again for bringing refreshments, Mom. I really needed that. I should have thought of bringing water."

[capsuleprincess]

For a moment Bulma smiles at Vegeta as if she's ready to counter his informative tid-bit, probably with something about how monkeys are also perfectly capable at being adept with anything they are trained for. But she decides against it when Bulla speaks up, deciding to just wave a hand as if the matter was of no importance, which isn't a lie.

"I figured that with what you wanted to do you would need them. I'm glad you both took a break on your own, though;" upon seeing her, she knows. "I was thinking of trying to interfere to make you two stop to rest for a bit had you kept going at it any longer. Last time I checked your father wasn't good at remembering to take breaks when he's excited about something fighting related."