The sun was bright and still high up in the sky, illuminating the jagged cracked land below. There were no clouds in sight, giving perfect view to the clear blue sky that evening. Goku looked up, letting his transformation disappear and go back to base form as he vaguely wondered on what he should eat later. A second later, he looked back down.

An unconscious alien lay at his feet, body bruised and bloody. Goku himself wasn’t free of injury, he had quite a few. The alien was more powerful than expected, causing him to get serious fast. But the fight was satisfactory and maybe he overdid it a bit.

His gaze went to a trembling body a few feet away, face covered by wings that covered the owner. A girl, no older than 12 perhaps. An alien too, he had certainly not seen any humans with wings. But that didn’t change that she was a victim being exploited by the man who lay defeated before him. He pitied her. He wanted to help her.

His expression softened as he walked over to her, making sure his footsteps were heard so he didn’t alert her. When he was a few feet closer, he cleared his throat to talk.