The Call

After what seemed like hours, somebody finally answered the phone.
"Hello?" a woman's voice said.
Bulma was caught off guard, but not totally surprised.
"I would like to speak to Yamcha," she snapped into the phone.
"Uh, hold on..." the woman's voice suddenly sounded distraught.
Then she heard Yamcha's voice.
"Yeah?"
"Who was that woman?" Bulma asked.
"Uh, hey, hi Bulma!" Yamcha cried, laughing nervously. "How're ya doin'?"
"You didn't answer my question!" Bulma replied coldly.
"Uh, well, she's, uh, she's a friend!" Yamcha cried. Bulma could hear the woman protesting in the background.
"So, uh, why are ya callin'?" Yamcha asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"Can't a girlfriend call her boyfriend just to see how he's doing?" Bulma asked innocently.
"Uh, sure, I guess..."
"Hmmph! Well, I have some news that you need to hear," Bulma said. Yamcha remained silent. Bulma took a deep breath and steadied herself. "I'm pregnant."
"You... you're PREGNANT????!!!! Wow! I'm gonna be a FATHER???" Yamcha shrieked into the phone.
"Hold on Yamcha, I didn't say that you were the father," Bulma interrupted. There was a sudden silence. Then:
"What do you mean Bulma?" Yamcha asked cautiously.
"Well... Vegeta is the child's father," Bulma replied cheerily.
"WHAT?!" Yamcha and Vegeta cried in unison.
"How could you do this to me, you slut?!" Yamcha yelled, unaware that Vegeta was even on the phone listening.
"Hey! How dare you say that to me! You have no room to talk Yamcha! I've only been with Vegeta once, and you, on the other hand, bring a different woman home everyday behind my back! You shouldn't even have the nerve to say something like that to me!" Bulma screamed into the phone.
"You know, I don't have to listen to this!" Yamcha yelled back. "Have a nice life without me!"
Yamcha slammed down the phone. Bulma stood there, feeling numb, listening to the dial tone. She heard Vegeta enter the room behind her. She heard him inhale as he prepared to speak. She whirled around, still holding the phone.
"Save it Vegeta!" she yelled, throwing the phone at him. Then she fled upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her.