I'm starting with this story, I don't know if I should finish the other two, depends how many reviews and stuff I get. Hint- I would absolutely LOVE some reviews!

Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ, but I do own the plot.

The sun set low over the city, illuminating the hazy summer heat. Bulma, clad in a bathing suit, sat on an old lawn chair on top of her apartment building; listless from the summer heat. The once ice cold soda in her hand had gone flat as soon as she opened it thanks to the unforgiving summer sun. Chi-chi dozed on the towel, her son sleeping next to her, separating her form Bulma, the air-conditioning had gone out again and they were stuck on the roof, hoping for even a hint of a breeze. No such luck. A loud bang and a string of curses erupted from the area surrounding the air-conditioning unit. Bulma sighed, "I thought three heads were better than one?"

            Another bang and a string of curses," You try fixing this thing."

            "If I fixed it, it would be done by now." She swirled the can of soda, listening to the swish of the liquid.

            "Sure."

            "Do you doubt me?"

            A hushed murmur of mumbling, then a chorus of :"Yes."

She sat up, ignoring the sweltering heat, and walked over to where Krillin, Goku, and Yamcha sat in front of the unit. The panel swung idly, they had pulled wires out in disarray, leaving some dangerously close to their open drinks. She shook her head, "Idiots, the problem is here."

She pointed to a mini circuit the wires made, one was slightly disconnected. She poked it back in place, the unit thrummed to life. She smiled, "See."

They stared at her dumfounded. She rolled her eyes, "I didn't spend the money on college just so I could sit around all day like you guys."

            Yamcha looked offended, "Just because you could afford it-"

            "Save it for somebody who cares. Goku and Krillin worked their way through, it wouldn't kill you to get off your ass once in a while."

Yamcha stood, grabbed his beer and his shirt, "Whatever. I'm out, later guys."

He jumped over the side of the roof onto the fire escape, footsteps pounding away down the stairs. Bulma plastered an innocent look on her face, marveling at the quick exit her ex had made, "Did I say something wrong?"

            Krillin looked as if he were trying to hide a grin, "Yeah, I think you might have."

"That wasn't very nice Bulma, "Goku looked in the direction Yamcha had left and shook his head, "I dunno what happened between you two."

            "I grew up and caught him cheating, it's pretty simple." She shrugged, "It could have been worse; I could have been married to the bastard before I came to my senses."

Goku's eyes darkened, "You didn't tell me he cheated on you."

Krillin chose the moment to step in,"Let's go inside, the air should have cooled the place down by now. It was a sauna when we left."

            Goku gave a last glance at Bulma before walking over and picking up his son and gently waking up his sleeping wife. Bulma sighed tiredly; it was hard to believe those two had ever gotten together in freshman year to have the cutest little boy to ever walk the earth. Gohan was such an angel. She sat on the edge of the roof looking out over the city, boy had they had some hard times after that. The past ten years had been hell for them, for all of them, but it all turned out for the best. She looked over the darkening city and smiled.

She had gone downstairs to the apartment she shared with Goku and Chi-chi, the air-conditioning now cooling the modest living space. Krillin had gone home shortly after coming down from the roof; he had to work for his own apartment across the street. The apartment was filled with an eclectic assortment of items. Pictures of friends and family adorned the walls, along with movie posters and achievement awards from high school. The floor was littered with Gohan's things; toys, school books, and other assorted items the ten year old could not seem to put away in his room. The old comfy plush couch sat in the middle of the living room while the entertainment center was against the wall that separated the living room from the dining room. She walked toward the kitchen, the windows facing the street held a picturesque view of the nearby apartments; she could clear into Krillin's living room when his lights were on. Chi still clad in her bathing suit was fixing a delicious smelling dinner while Goku sat at the table and patiently helped Gohan with his homework. "Did anybody get the mail?"

            Chi looked up from her spot at the stove, "Yeah, I think it's on the counter by the sink."

            Bulma grabbed the stack and flipped through the letters; bills, bills, advertisement, more bills, paychecks, and ….a postcard from Italy? She flipped it over, "Hey, Goku, who's the postcard from?"

            He glanced up, "My brother."

                        "What's he doing in Italy?"

                        "He went to visit my grandfather and a bunch of childhood friends."

                        "Childhood friends? When did you go to Italy?"

                        "Yeah. Dad, when did you go?" Gohan piped in. Chi looked on intently waiting for an explanation.

            "I'm not going to get out of answering this am I?"

            Chi-chi smiled, "Nope."

            "We have family there, distant relatives. Everyone on the Island of Saiyago is related somehow."

            "Saiyago? Where is that, I've never heard of it." Gohan looked for a map in one of his books.

            "It's an island so tiny of the coast of Italy, most Italians don't know it. Anyway, we went there every summer before I started high school and Radittz started college."

            "So that's why you never went to summer camp. I feel enlightened now." Bulma pulled her shiny long aqua hair up in a loose pony tail, "Why didn't you go with him?'

            "Are you kidding? Be stuck with my brother and my grandfather all summer? No thanks, I'll stick with Chi."

            Chi stopped stirring the frying rice, "That better be a compliment."

            Goku laughed and read the back of the postcard; he abruptly stopped, then started again.

            Bulma frowned, "What's wrong?"

            He kept laughing.

            "What's wrong with you?"

            "My brother is coming home."

            "So?"

            "He's bringing company."

            "Who?"

            "My best friend."

            "Krillin is across the street."

            "Best friend was the wrong term; it's more like partner in crime."

            "Ok, I'm lost."

            "He's bringing Vegeta."

            "Who?"

            Chi-chi groaned, "Trust me Bulma you don't want to know. I've heard Goku's stories, he's walking trouble."