"Excellent," Vegeta said and sat back smirking, "I told you she'd want to do it Trunks."
"I know dad you were right," He sighed and blew his hair off of his face. The waitress came back and took their food orders, then left once more. Fukiko sipped her drink thoughtfully and looked up at her grandfather.
"So when would you like me to start?" She asked sipping her drink. Vegeta turned to Trunks and paused for a moment.
" I think come Saturday she should start. I'll need to track down an old Saiyan training outfit for her..." he said turning to her.
"Those blue things? Can't she just wear a green jumpsuit or something?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Can't I just wear shorts and a t-shirt?" She rested her chin on the table and looked up at the pair, both shaking their heads.
"Training clothes need to be weighted for you to get the best results possible, we'll get her something like I used to wear Dad, she won't wear that blue thing," Trunks said.
"Fine, but she will also need training at several times Earth's own gravity," Vegeta added. Fukiko looked at them and furrowed her eyebrows.
"How many times Earth's gravity?" She asked her grandfather.
"I'd say we'll start at five times and double it every week, by the time we get to eighty you should be half as decent of a fighter as your Dad was at age eight," Vegeta said. Fukiko looked embarassed. I never thought about how far behind I was in all this fighting stuff...Worse than an eight year old?
"And I'll be training with you...how often?"
"Five times a week, six hours each day; you can have the weekends to recover," Vegeta said sipping his drink. The waitress returned with their food. Fukiko groaned.
"Just like school all over again," and she put her head down on the table. Vegeta smirked slightly.
"Hopefully you'll be as sharp at this as you were at your school work," said Vegeta. Most of the dinner passed with pleasant conversation as the trio ate their food. Fukiko got up to go use the restroom, and Trunks turned to Vegeta.
"Alright, promise me you won't break my daughter," Trunks stared at him. Vegeta took a rather large bite of his food and stared up at the sky, chewing thoughtfully.
"I will do what I have to do to train the girl, no less. She said she wants to do it, and I'll be damned if she can't learn how to do it. I don't care how long it takes, Trunks."
"Why are you so keen on her learning to fight?"
"You forget when your wife got pregnant she had mostly Saiyan blood in her veins. That's the closest we'll ever get again to having a pure Saiyan, and over my dead body will that Saiyan not know how to fight." Vegeta said staring directly at him. Trunks turned away and murmured quietly, "Don't break her...she's all I have..." Vegeta nodded quickly.
"I won't kill her. But I won't slow her training." Trunks looked up at him, slightly pleased at the answer and resumed eating as Fukiko returned from the bathroom.
Around twenty minutes later, the trio left the restaurant.
"Alright Fukiko, we're gonna go get you a training suit. Follow after me," Trunks said as he jumped up into the air and took off. Fukiko followed his lead and soon arrived beside him. The pair flew off, Fukiko having no idea where they were headed.