A series of short stories focusing on the princes of Asgard in their youth. There almost never seemed to be one without the other from the day they had met.

Wars end, and wounds heal. However, the lines of battle remain, like the ghosts of conflict, drawn indelibly into the flesh of the nations who bore the fights.

Time moves forward in its inexorable march to eternity. Except when it doesn't. In an instant decades have vanished, and Vegeta finds himself flung backwards into his past with a head full of memories that no one else seems to share. Well, almost no one else...

He'd never won a gold medal in an Olympics held on his native soil, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying anyway. Canada goes for the gold, and so does America.

How do you solve a problem like Germany? The Allied Powers certainly can't agree on a solution.

Our legacy is not measured by what we leave behind but by whom we leave behind. The legacy of a man is left with his children. How has he left them?

Song fic. Bulma and Yamcha reflect on their relationship and everything they did or didn't do that has brought it to this ending. No character bashing.