One family hiked down the crowded streets of West City at night. A young man, around his early twenties and was the size go a giant. His hair was pure black that shot out in all different directions. His dark eyes had a sense of wonderment and joy sown within them, and a goofy grin plastered across his face. He wore a gray suit with a white undershirt and a pair of cap toe oxfords on his feet.

His right hand was entwined with his wife's, who's hair and eyes matched his. Running in front of the couple was their son, a boy no older than five years old. They were headed to a club, named The Flying Nimbus, that the husband owned.

Once there, the family entered the establishment to find that it was completely empty other than bartender. He was an african american, an inch or two taller than the husband, and bald. He had been cleaning some glass with a rag when the family walked in. He regard the family with his cold eyes from behind the counter, his stare locking with the man's.

"The others are in the back" the bartender said, going back to his earlier task. The husband smile grew even wider at his response.

"Thank you, Piccolo" the man replied. While he and his wife walked the back of the club, their son had walked behind the counter. He tug on Piccolo's pant leg until he looked down to acknowledge him.

"Aren't you coming?" The kid asked.

"I'll be in there soon Gohan, don't you worry" Piccolo ruffed up the kids hair before grabbing a few glasses and placing them on a tray. Gohan grinned widely at the bartender before he ran to catch up with his parents.

The trio entered through a doorway in the back of the club to find a private lounge. I was smaller than the main club, a bunch of couches and chairs strewn about the room with a bar counter and a liquor cabinet attached to the right wall. There were five people who were already gathered; two bald men, one man with tangled black hair, a blue haired woman, and a blonde woman. They had all been having a conversation when the family had come in, but stopped when the family had entered.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't the big cheese. What took you so long, Goku," one of the bald men said. He was shortest of the group, only coming to the man's waist. He had six small burn marks on his forehead and dark colored eyes, but no nose. "Your the one who set up this meeting, yet you showed late as always"

"Sorry Krillin, it's a long walk from the house to here," Goku replied, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. He was always late to their meetings, but not usually this late. "I could have been here sooner if Chi-Chi had gotten ready sooner…"

He suddenly felt something hit the back of his head, causing him to fall to the ground. When he looked up, he noticed that his wife had an angry look on her face. Gohan ran to his father's side, trying to help him get off the ground.

The other people in the room just laughed at the odd couple. The two had always been this way ever since the day they met. Goku had asked if Chi-Chi really was a girl and she slugged him in the face for it. They had known each other for the longest of times, so no one was all that shocked when they had gotten together or that they had gotten married. It was just how they worked.

Piccolo soon enter behind the family, holding a tray with a bunch of drinking glasses on it. The blonde woman immediately ran over to him and snatched the tray out of his hands. She walked to the bar counter and set everything down before grabbing a few different types of alcohol from the cabinet.

"Launch, why don't you leave the alcohol dispel to Piccolo. He is a bartender after all" the man with black hair said to the blonde woman. She let out a big huff and turned around to glare at the man.

"I think I know how to dispense liquor as well, I wouldn't barmaid" Launch hated when Yamcha got like this. He never really treated woman as equals, but porcelain dolls that would crack it if they moved in the slightest. He never meant anything wrong with his comments, but Launch hated being treated that way. She could honestly see why Bulma had broken up with him in the first place.

"Bulma, you tell her that Piccolo should do it, you are her roommate after all" the back haired man looked at the blue hair woman with dazzling sapphire orbs and who was smoking.

The blue hair woman took a long drag from her cigarette, staring at her ex-boyfriend with a little distain. "I don't care who serves my drink, as long as I get some booze in the my system, I'll be satisfied" A small smirk appeared on her face at his reaction to her statement.

Yamcha then looked to the other bald man, who looked as if he had a third eye on his forehead. "Tien, you think she shouldn't do it either, Right?"

"If she wants to do it, then just let her do" Tien replied nonchalantly, walking up to the bar counter and grabbing one of the drinks the blonde woman had already served. That shut hime up as Yamcha had gotten a drink as well. Soon everyone was holding a drink of their own and drinking as if there was no tomorrow. Gohan,who was leaning against his mother, had passed out from exhaustion very early on, bored by the adults conversation which he didn't even understand.

They had all migrated to the chairs and sofas and were talking about was gossip, stuff the woman had heard around town or things Krillin had heard at the police station. There was no really conversation thread, until Piccolo spoke up.

"Why are we here Goku?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think he means that you didn't just gather us all up to hear some chin music, now did you," Bulma stated matter of factly. "What's the real reason?"

"Alright, alright, you caught me," Goku threw his hands up in the air as another big goofy grin spread across his face. He stood up from his seat and strode to the middle of everybody. He wanted every one to see him in this one moment.

"Since I have your attentions, I need to make an important announcement. Even if Puar, Oolong, and Chiaotzu aren't here it needs to be said. We all know it hasn't been long since I've replace old man Roshi, but we have done has surpassed what he's done in a few years. We've taken out all the other competition in West City, clubs can only get their whiskey and stuff from us, and the cops don't even know it, running around like poor little bunnies. No one can touch us when we're at the top and know as long as we continue doing what we're doing, then times will only get better from here on out,

"Cheers, to the Z-gang!" He exclaimed, raising his glass of moonshine into the air. Everyone else in the room followed his lead, getting up from there seats and throwing their drinks up in the air.

"To the Z-gang!" They screeched all together, clinking their glasses as well. Goku knew that with this rowdy bunch, then nothing could go wrong.

A bus stopped on the outskirts of West City. A man got off at the stop, paying the driver a hefty tip. He wore a dark brown trench coat with a suit underneath and carried a matching suitcase in his right hand. A cigar hung between his lips, the smoke surrounding his face and filled his lungs with the sweet relief it gave him. His flame-like hair could be seen from miles away, even in the darkest hour. His cold eyes cut through the night, the moon light gleaming his eyes.

He took the the cigar out of his mouth and threw it on the ground. He stamped it out and continued along his way, merging with the crowd of people on the street. He looked for the nearest hotel for him to stay out, hoping he wouldn't have to be in the city for long. He was one here to find one person, the sooner he found him the better.

Where are you, Kakarot?

A/N: Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading my story. It honestly means the world because this is my first DBZ fanfic and I always hope to please. I've written another fanfic on the site, but it was for Sonic The Hedgehog and it's unfinished. I'm currently trying to rewrite it, but I've been think of DBZ too much of recent because I just became of a fan of the series and I absolutely love it.

Terms from the 1920s:
Big Cheese- Important person
Chin Music- Gossip

I was honestly shocked that I couldn't find a 1920s story on DBZ. I only found two, one of which wasn't finished and the other wasn't even on this site. This time era just feels right for the characters and there personalities, especially Bulma and Vegeta. Those are the two character I think fit most in the time, but then again they're my OTP so it might just be easier for me to see them in this time period. If anyone can find another 1920s fanfic then please tell me.

My inspiration for this story was Treasure of Power by ChibiChibi and Western by Maiika. There both DBZ stories, the first one is about pirates and the other is a old time western. They both completely take advantage of each genre there in and neither really has main character in my mind, more or less everybody has a certain amount of focus. They are both fantastic and I highly recommend them if you stories that are completely different AU stories. Treasure of Power is completely finished and as of the time this chapter has been uploaded, Western is on chapter fourteen and updates about once a month.

Another inspiration for this story was Platina Jazz. They are a band that turns anime opens into jazz song are they're really good. They've done Cha-La Head-Cha-La, but my absolute favorite is Devil Man. If you like jazz music then you should check them out.

If you see any spelling errors please tell me because I am dyslexic and I didn't have anyone edit this. I hate misspelling things. If you like my story so far please R&R because I like to know that people actually care and it will guilt me into writing the next chapter even faster if you do.

I should wrap this up soon before it becomes longer than the actually chapter. See you guys later!