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."

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[fashionably_strong]

She'd lasted much longer than she ever thought possible, but Bulla had finally hit her limit. Sore and exhausted, she could scarcely move, and she didn't have enough ki left to even think about trying to fly. What she really didn't want to think about, though, was how much worse it would be tomorrow. She decided she'd have a bath tonight after dinner and do some stretching, and then it was time for bed.

Luckily, she'd already told the friends she regularly hung out with that she wasn't going to be available for the next two or three days after Father's Day. Bulla had anticipated aching, but anticipating it was different from feeling it.

"Oww..." Presently, she was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall for support. "I don't have enough energy left to fly home right now, Dad."

[misterbrief]

It had gotten late, later than he'd even realized. "You've got legs, don't you?" Arms crossed, and training finally done for the day, he stands above her. He knows she must be tired. He'd pushed her beyond her limits that day, and she'd kept up. "If I remember right you made us walk here to begin with, after all. Come on, up."

He'll extend a hand at least, to try to help her up.

[fashionably_strong]

Bulla slowly raised her hand to try to take his, but now that the adrenaline had worn off and she'd already done everything she was determined to do and beyond, even just reaching for his hand was shaky. She tried to use his hand as leverage to get up to no avail. Her legs buckled under, refusing to cooperate. At the moment, it felt like they were made of jelly and pain.

"...I don't think walking is going to work so well, either."

It probably didn't help that she was hungry, too.

[misterbrief]

He blinks a few times, surprised at first. But then reality sinks in and it hits him that she'd just gone a full session at his desired amount of time, and for anyone else they'd of collapsed hours ago. Silently, he picks his daughter up, cradling her in his arms.

"Don't get used to this. Next time I'll be dragging you home." Not that his words were true, she'd definitely earned being carried home. He's surprised she hadn't passed out. He starts to head out the door, leaving the Battle Dome. Speaking of which...

"You managed to go the entire time. Well, I'm certainly surprised." And happy. He's not hiding it.

[fashionably_strong]

"And that would be why I said an hour every other day going forward," said Bulla with a tired smile. She didn't believe that he'd drag her home, and was only joking in return.

"Barely," she admitted. "I'm just as surprised as you are that I made it." In his arms like this, she felt herself getting drowsy as the full extent of how exhausted she was settled in. Her eyelids were starting to drop.

"Happy Father's Day."

[misterbrief]

He chuckles quietly, in appreciation for the gift she'd given him today. She'd done wonderfully, better than he expected, and he's not going to try to keep her up.

"Well, thank you, today has been certainly one of the best gifts I think I've ever gotten." His voice is low as he's padding down the path back to House 29, which isn't too far away.