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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For a moment, she even saw double-vision, and her first attempt to get up left her reeling and dizzy.
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"You've got to be a bit quicker than that! That wasn't even hard. Now come on. I gave you a challenge and you've yet to rise to meet the occasion. Just because I'm your dear old dad doesn't mean you should be holding back."
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Bulla rubbed her face where it hit, wobbily getting to her feet. It hurt, but at least he was making an effort to balance restraint and challenging her. She knew that he was hitting her with a level of force appropriate to what she'd shown she could handle and dish out, and he wasn't continuing to hit her when she was down.
/So why am I getting back up again?/ part of her objected. She'd already done more than she ever had before. However, the fact that she could get up after that and shake it off meant that she could take more, and could still dish out more. She'd committed to a full day or as close to it as she could possibly manage. Wimping out now would not only be cheating him, but also cheating herself of learning the extent of what she could really do when motivated.
/Tomorrow, I'll sleep most of the day, and not train for at least a couple more days after that,/ she promised herself, appeasing that side of her that preferred to take it easy. /But for now.../
She launched herself at him, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks. She wanted to meet that challenge of his at least once before she let herself rest.
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It doesn't last, one of her fists finally makes it in, striking him right across the face and causing him to slide back with his head turned to the side.
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This time, Bulla didn't make the mistake of hesitating. She'd learned the hard way not to do that, and she didn't need a repeat lesson. She took to the air and struck downward with her heel, aiming an axe-kick for his shoulder.
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She may have met the initial challenge, but now this was about testing the full extent of what she was capable of, with someone who was more than capable of withstanding it. Bulla whirled around and lashed out a spinning kick at his side.
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She'd been holding up very well so far. He's honestly surprised at this endurance she's shown. He might even let her have a break soon as a reward, especially for managing to hit him in the face as challenged and then some.
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Today, she was giving training her very best effort, and she'd surprised herself on more than one occasion today. Time and again she was realizing how much she'd been deluded about her own potential. She wasn't just naturally athletic. Her saiyan genes had given her a lot more to work with than that and a good immune system. Perhaps if Pan ever came here, she'd surprise her friend by offering to spar with her. The look on her face alone would be worth it.
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"Well. I think you've earned yourself a break. Now I don't just hand these out like candy, so enjoy it while you can." They had been going at it for a while. And he has to give her credit for being able to stand still. He stopped being nice a while ago, and even though he wasn't giving it his all like he would have with a dangerous enemy, he still pushed her, at least he thought so.
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