Simply Training To Fail }{ [Bardock]

[abby]

Strolling into the wasteland Abby struggles to pull her backpack to the spot her father told her to be at. She had a certain time she was supposed to meet, they discussed it earlier but she failed to comprehend the correct time. She got there at about an hour late and saw her farther waiting...somewhat impatiently.

According to him, they were to be training today. Abby wasnt strong at all but for some odd reason her father believed she had something in her. When he finds out she has nothing, he'll surely be disappointed in her. The weakest and being so Young forced a frown upon her face, the type that didnt show very well to others but painfully stabbed at her own face, making her actual expression to the outside world somewhat blank.

Her mind was like a time bomb that respawned with only 2 seconds constantly, her body like a baby that was stuck in that growth period...she didnt have much going for her, yet how was she the daughter of such powerful people? There must be something deep inside that just hasnt come out right, correct? She wished that to be true. So far she hadnt shown any signs of improving at all...and she was already 12.

At this rate she wouldnt be showing her true Saiyan colors until she was age 30 or so. That would be a TOTAL disappointment. This was her first training session and she was just happy to have it with her dad...the most powerful one she knew~ She finally got to him, dropping her backpack in front on him and panting. "Im here...s...sorry for being so...l..late...father...." She bowed to him and tried to catch her breath from the long trip she had.

[jared]

He was still recovering from the recent encounter with his own grandson, Gohan. It was still quite the bombshell that such a strong opponent can be related to him, but yet it was understandable. His blood was a strong one, so it was no surprise that someone so strong could be related to him at the same time. Now he looked to the horizon, as if he awaited someone's arrival. He did, a young girl named Abby was to meet him at this exact location an hour ago, but she still hadn't arrived. This angered Bardock, but he could sense her power near his location, so he wasn't too disappointed.

He saw her figure, her wearing a small dress that her mother, Lucy, bought her. The renegade gave her a stern look of disappointment as she approached him, telling her that he was ashamed of her lateness to their first lesson. Only at the age of twelve, yet she hadn't reached the potential she was up for. Yet, he didn't want to give up on his daughter. He knew that his blood was a strong one, and he would mold his sweetie Abby into a great warrior, no matter how hard he would have to push her. Her huffing was evident as she began to speak. "I
m here...s...sorry for being so...l..late...father...."

His voice became powerful and demanding as he spoke to her. "Abby!" He took a small pause to try a judge her reaction to his voice, just hoping that she wouldn't be surprised, yet he wouldn't look at her, only to the area above her. He began to speak once more as he explained his disappointment. "I am very disappointed in you. You have me waiting here for an extra hour because of your incompetence! I am ashamed!" He would show no affection, to try and mold her on this day.

He then took a few steps back, away from his daughter and got into his regular fighting stance, so similar to the one of his son, Kakarot. "Now we will spar to judge your current strength! Come at me with the intent to kill!" Hopefully she would be able to follow these directions, as Bardock was only going to hold back a little.

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[abby]

Hearing her fathers disappointment in her brought her little sorrow but still gave her a little heartbreak. She watched him for a bit as he spoke, he looked so strong and big and she was so weak, how would she ever be as strong as him or anywhere near it. She tuned into the chirping of birds overhead and smiled slowly bringing her gaze back onto her father.

"Abby!" his voice was so stern it could of killed a baby or something. She frowned and nodded her head in response. "I am very disappointed in you. You have me waiting here for an extra hour because of your incompetence! I am ashamed!" He brought another sorrowful statement towards her and she nodded once more. She was a but surprised as he back up and got into a fighting stance. "Now we will spar to judge your current strength! Come at me with the intent to kill!"

She gasped and backed away from him. She couldnt bare the thought of having to fight her own father, although she knew it was an order from him she still felt as if it was wrong. She let a tear roll down her cheek as she ran at him, full force trying to get up the strength to hit him. Only a step away from him she tripped and fell on her butt, whining- she cried on the ground. "D...daddy! I..i cant...do..it..!"

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