"But..." Goku looked behind him to find Spock, a conflicted frown darkening his usually peaceful, albeit vacant, face. The boy's hands gripped his stiff tightly as he worried the painted wood awkwardly.

"I dunno what ta do," he confessed. His big black eyes went back to the injured monster on the floor. It flailed without any kind of plan or destination. All it knew was that it needed to get away from the pain.

It probably sounded very unusual from a boy who lived only to fight, but this wasn't a fight any longer. Goku appreciated a fair fight and this was no longer one. The creature couldn't even get back on its feet, let alone defend itself. Killing here wasn't necessary. It had lost, there was no reason to continue, but it didn't feel right to leave. He had never experienced pain like this. Was it treatable? Shouldn't it be able to walk it off like most of his opponents and run for cover?

"It keeps crying..." And Goku wasn't sure what to do.