Hey Guys!

This chapter is basically the same as the first but in Vegeta's point of view. This shouldn't happen very often, where it switches views like this.
Hope you like it! (Next chapter I promise not to do a flashback!)

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Chapter Two: That Woman

Vegeta slammed the door to his apartment behind him.

"That woman!" he shouted irritably to his empty apartment.

Even when he tries to avoid her, she's always around, waving that perfect ass in front of him. God, what am I even thinking! He needed to get a hold of himself. He did not find the irritating blue-nette attractive in any way. She was loud and vulgar and always found a way to push his buttons.

He didn't have time to mess around with annoying bimbos, anyways. This was a busy year for him. He still had his job as a barista at Senzu Bean, working whenever he got the chance. But this year he would be starting a paid internship for his Physics major that his professor set up for him at some big tech company he didn't even bother learning the name of. Hey, it was paid, so he didn't really care where it was or what he was doing. And starting tomorrow he would be training a person in kickboxing for his Kinesiology practicum. Plus, he had his minor in Mathematics he just added, all while maintaining his physicality for the cage fighting tournaments that were coming up in a few months.

Somewhat exhausted just thinking about all the future work he'd eventually be bombarded with, he made his way to the bathroom to shower off from his workout before heading to bed. He turned on the shower as hot as it'd go, stripping off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and mesh shorts before stepping into the shower and shutting the glass door. His body becoming satisfyingly sore as the steady stream of hot water worked at his aching muscles.

His mind began to wander while he soaped up his body. For some odd reason, he went back to the event from a few moments ago with the witch next door.

Flashback

He walked into the apartment building and headed toward the mailboxes. He was tired from his early morning classes, working at the coffee shop for a few hours, and after the grueling workout he just put himself through. He was basically sleep walking as he looked up and noticed a very curvaceous body clad in a tight pair of black skinny jeans and graphic cropped tee. His eyes lingered on the woman's midriff as she reached up to her mailbox. Following her movements, his gaze made its way up toward her face before he noticed a blue ponytail. A blue ponytail that was all too familiar. Crap, Vegeta thought. It's that woman. He mentally slapped himself for his reaction over the woman's body as he walked up beside her and gruffly said, "would you hurry up and move your fat ass so I can get into my own mailbox, woman."

She jumped at the sound of his voice before her face took on an angry look as she realized who had spoke. "Excuse you, jackass. Would it kill you to not be so rude all the time? And I'm barely in your way, anyways," she spit out, crossing her arms, but not moving from her spot.

"Yes," he replied, "it would. Now get out of the way so I can get to sleep before I have to endure you incessantly playing stupid Grey's Anatomy at top volume all night."

Bulma puffed out her cheeks before stating, "Whatever! I'm the one that has to listen to you constantly hitting that punching bag of yours at all hours of the day! I'm surprised you even sleep with how much I hear you pounding away on that thing." She gave Vegeta a quick once-over before a sardonic smirk appeared on her face - and he also could've sworn he saw her eyes fill with lust for a split second as she took in his form. "Trying to let off some steam are we?" She let the innuendo hang in the air.

He scoffed. "Trust me, woman, I have no need to release that so-called steam through boxing."

"Oh right. I'm sure you and Jill are well aquatinted by now," she quickly retorted, wiggling her fingers in front of his face, baiting him.

Vegeta scoffed. "Vulgar woman," he breathed, tired of her presence now.

She just grabbed her mail with a smile on her face and began walking away. "And Grey's Anatomy is not stupid," she added before stomping up the stairs and out of Vegeta's view.

As irritating as she was and as much as he'd hate to admit it - even to himself - it was still nice to watch her walk away.

End of Flashback

Vegeta looked down at himself to see that he was getting hard just thinking about the woman's body and what she had been implying earlier. Man, what is wrong with me? He sighed, leaning his head back to let the water streak across his face. Deciding to ignore his body's reaction he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He chalked this sudden attraction to Bulma all up to him being so tired. After all, he was a red-blooded American male, so he could appreciate a nice female form when he saw one, even if it did belong to the screeching banshee.

Trying to shake the images of the woman from his mind, Vegeta grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself as he made his way to his bedroom. The clock on his dresser read 1:01am. He needed to get to sleep soon. He set his alarm for 5am, that way he'd be able to hit the library for a bit to work on some assignments before his 8am training session. He hoped his new trainee wouldn't be annoying. From their email contact, he knew that the person was a female and was wanting to take the lessons as a form of self-defense training. Whomever it was, they better be ready to jump straight into training without complaining. He'd been a trainer before, but he wasn't one of those namby-pamby trainers that babied their trainees. Either way, this shouldn't be that hard, as far as practicums go.

Putting on a pair of boxers, Vegeta walked to his bed and laid down, his eyes closing as soon as his head hit the pillow.

To his pleasant surprise, he drifted to sleep without hearing any Grey's Anatomy coming from the apartment next to him.


After this chapter, I will attempt to do weekly updates for this story. I'm thinking of posting every Friday, but I'm starting a new job in a week, so we shall see what happens.