The Enterprise glided through space, it's crew going about their usual day. T'Prel snuck through the halls, her shoulder length hair held back with a headband. Revealing her pointy ears.
She turned a corner, then looked around. Nobody to see her. She smiled and quickly ducked into a closet, where boxes were full of different things to prank people with.
Paint bombs (full of glittery paint), sticky string, rope, she had it all. That is, all except a target.
She took inventory, then walked out, making sure no one saw. She made her way to her quarters, only to come face to face with Uhura. "What were you doing in that closet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Mmm hmm. I see your game. I know you have pranking stuff in there."
"Please don't tell papa! He'll kill me if he finds out." T'Prel said, her brown eyes suddenly serious.
"Why would I tell Spock? I want to help you prank people!" Uhura said, making her daughter smile in relief.
"Good, because I need some help finding a target. Everything else I have planned."
"We're obviously going to prank Jim, maybe the bridge crew entirely."
T'Prel nodded, and grabbed a notepad as they sat down at the table. Two hours later, they had a foolproof plan that involved glitter bombs, a spring, and a whole lot of paint.
They were ready.
Jim Kirk went about his day like normal. He got his usual coffee, he read a few reports on his PADD, then, he got ready for work.
Jim made his was down the hall, winking at the occasional cute girl. He was in an incredibly good mood that day, and he felt as though nothing could bring him down.
That was, until he noticed T'Prel standing at the entrance to the lift, a mischievous smile on her face.
"Hey T'Prel. How are you?"
"I'm very good sir." She replied, grinning.
"Well okay then. I'm going to go now..." He muttered, suddenly nervous.
"Bye Uncle Jim!" T'Prel happily said, skipping away. Jim frowned, that was really weird. But he wasn't going to let it bother him. No no, nothing could get rid of his good mood.
He walked into the lift, and made his way to the bridge. The smile evaporated from his face the second he saw his chair.
It was painted sparkly pink. A very unmanly color, in his opinion.
He walked in, and let out a small, very unmanly, very high shriek. "My chair!!!"
Everyone laughed at him, and Uhura knew then and there, that she and her daughter had just bonded over yet another thing.
Oh yeah, this was just the beginning.