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Vegeta's point of view
My bedroom was strangely empty as I lay on my bed, deep in thought. My bed was surrounded by clutter that had gathered over the years. The only light shining into my room was the moon casting it's pale light. Trunks was sound asleep in his room.
I've been living alone since Bulma had passed away. She died peacefully in her sleep one night at the tender age of 35. Since then, I've begun to feel a bit lonely. Kakarot still spars with me every day, but it's no respite from this empty feeling that is devouring my heart. I miss Bulma and all, but... recently, Kakarot has taken over my thoughts.
I can't stop thinking about him. I just... can't. He consumes my every thought. I long to be cradled in his strong arms. I yearned to bury my head in his chest as he whispers sweet nothing in my ears.
I was distracted from my thoughts as I heard a knock on the front door to my house. I got up from my bed, despite my body's protesting, and made my way downstairs. 'Who could that be, at this hour?' I asked myself. As I approached the front door, I felt an all too familiar ki. It was Kakarot.
I opened the door to reveal the taller saiyan. "Hi, Vegeta. I was wondering if I could stay the night. Chi Chi kicked me out." Kakarot said in a hushed, almost meek tone. I never liked that harpy lady of his. "Why did she kick you out?" I asked. "I guess she realized I wasn't the husband she wanted." I shook my head and sighed. The bitch doesn't understand saiyan nature. I looked into his ebony eyes, and nodded firmly. "Of course. You can stay as long as you want, Kakarot."