Disclaimer: I am poor, very poor, so obviously I do not own any Dragon Ball Z characters… If I did, I would be rich, very rich!!

I also do not own TA… if I knew who did, I would acknowledge them

The Strongest Fighter in the Universe

Goku sat on a rock next to his favorite stream pondering his dilemma. He sighed dramatically as he idly splashed his feet in the water. He had been sitting there for the past few hours trying to find an excuse for his wife to let him go off for a whole weekend without her coming along. All the ones he came up with were either unconvincing or downright laughable

First he thought of shopping spree… why not? Bulma did it all the time! Then he realized that he of all people had no need to go shopping. In fact, he rarely even went with Chi-Chi on her daily grocery rounds (the Son family tended to go through their food very quickly).

Maybe I can say that Gohan and Videl are going away and they asked me to baby-sit Pan, he thought next. But then Chi-chi would insist on coming along, or perhaps have Pan stay with them for the weekend instead. No that wouldn't work.

Sparring with Vegeta? All she had to do was to call Capsule Corp to know that he wasn't there.

Save a race of aliens on a distant planet from the tyranny of another alien? Hmmmm…. Could work! But then, she might get suspicious if Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo and the rest of the Z-Senshi weren't needed. They had, after all, helped him at every other time he had once again saved the universe.

Plopping down on the grass, Goku sighed again. What am I going to do? He demanded to the uncaring clouds.

You see, Goku had a problem, and he needed help, and he knew he needed it soon. The problem is, after weeks of searching, his treatment had come in the form of weekly visits to a specialist and some group therapy. It had helped of course, but he now found that if he didn't go regularly, it got worse, so his specialist had a recommended he attend a weekend extensive therapy program to help him fight his problem.

Now only to find an excuse clever enough for him to go.  So he did the one thing in the universe he needed helped battling – think. Yes folks, Goku was a compulsive thinker.

It had all started one night after dinner when he had sat contentedly at the kitchen table, idly thinking about how yummy Chi-chi's cooking was. He thought about how she always managed to cook up enough food to satisfy his and Goten's saiyan appetite, and how it always tasted wonderful. Later that night as he lay in bed, once again thinking about food, he thought about how much food he had eaten that day and how small his stomach was despite the quantity he had eaten. Still pondering about it the next day as he walked into the woods to gather firewood, he thought about how his stomach digested its food, and seeing a snake, he started wondering how It digested its food. Gohan had once told him that some snaked could swallow a man whole. Looking at its slender body, Goku wondered how that could be. He walked the rest of the way home thinking about it.

Pretty soon, he was thinking about everything, at first it was only at times when something grabbed his attention, but soon enough, one thought would lead to another and before long, he was thinking about practically everything. Thinking was starting to consume him. He even started thinking when he was eating! Chi-chi would at times hit him on the head with her Frying Pan of Doom to get his attention. Then there were the times he would be so busy thinking in the woods that he would not come home till late and that would entitle him some sever scolding from his wife and more hits on the head with the aforementioned frying pan. The worst would be the shame of getting beaten to a bloody pulp by Vegeta because he was too distracted to spar.

No, it was time for him to conquer his problems. And he had, by joining his support group. He had been going for about 6 months now, and it seemed that he needed much stronger measures to fight in completely, hence the weekend program. Now if only he could just think of an excuse.

Sighing one last time, Goku stood and gathered the fish he had caught for dinner and prepared to take them home before Chi-chi started yelling for me.

Maybe I should just tell her the truth, he thought. Yes, Chi-chi was a smart, loving and understanding wife. She would not only understand, but She would be extremely supportive when told that her husband, Goku, Super Saiyan and mightiest warrior in the universe (and afterlife!) was a member of TA…….. Thinkers Anonymous.

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It's a bit short, but what do you think? It's my first fan-fiction. Pls R &R.. Constructive criticism is nice.. just no flames pls

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