How Come You Don't Call Me

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I keep your picture beside my bed umm

And I still remember everything you said

Always thought our love was so right I guess

I was wrong Always thought you be by my side papa

now you gone.
~*~

Bulma sat in the bed singing her favorite song, singing for a few minutes then diciding to get out
of bed. Jumping in the shower, puting on a haltor-top and some dark tight blue jean flares with a NY
baby blue hat on, her hair just down. She came down for breafest seeing vegeta already ther demanding
food she simply ate cereal and said to vegeta to " Make his own food" and walked into the living room
where her friends were waiting and started talking about vegeta.
~*~

*And I'm Not trying to here this shit*

Oh no baby thought we had was good

How come you don't call me anymore

yeah... Still like a fire on a rainy night

I still like it betta when you hold me tight..

umm...
~*~

Bulma was standing infront of a wall that had all colors on it saying words and names.
Still singing her favorite song..by now it was noon.

Everybody said everybody said that we should part umm

oh no... Tell me baby baby baby what have..why do you want

to go and break my heart eeh hey ooh.

Oh no baby thought we had was good how

come you don't call me....anymore

call...yeah

~*~

bulma was now backstage in her dressing room dressing on the same tight dark blue jeans. With
and long sleeved shirt, with one half was longer then the other at the end. Bulma's hair was in
twisties with spriwl curls coming down. lip gloss, eye liner, and eye shaodw neatly dow on her face.
Now she was ready to go on stage...she walked up the stairs to get the took a deep breath and opened
the door the crowd went wild and bulma sat down at the piano...still singing her favorite song.

~*~

Sometimes It feels like I'm gonna die if you don't call me papa

Ooh you gots to try I'll get down on one knee ooh baby please

please come home....ooh won't you call me sometime papa

How on earth can't you just pick up the phone you know I don't like to be alone

Why how come you don't call me...why must you touch me..

How come you don't call me... Hey...hey...come home come home baby baby please
~*~

Yamcha I need to talk to you...

'All don't tell me were breaking up?' he asked

bulma signed. Yamcha got worried,

'Oh no ...can hear me can you hear me can you hear me?' he asked runing his cell phone infront
of his mouth.

'Were breaking up' he said. Then he said 'I got hit by a bus baby'

Bulma didn't anwser but just hanged up. Then vegeta came and pulled her in a passonite kiss.

THE END

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