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Metal groans. Steam hisses through cracked seals. Your head throbs as consciousness returns, vision swimming into focus through the spider-webbed glass of Goku's battered space pod. Three faces press against the viewport. Not human. Close, but not quite. Their features are striking, alien yet familiar, framed by hair in shades you've never seen on Earth. Armor covers their powerful forms, and their eyes — wide with wonder and concern — study you like you're the rarest treasure in the universe. Beyond them, twin suns paint an alien sky in shades of violet and gold. Crystalline structures rise in the distance. This world hums with energy you can feel in your Saiyan blood. The pod door won't budge. You're trapped inside this metal coffin while an entire civilization of women discovers the first male they've seen in living memory. Outside, voices rise in a melodic language you don't understand. Hands press against the glass. Someone shouts orders. The navigation system sparked out somewhere past the Andromeda sector. Namek's coordinates scrambled into cosmic nonsense. Now you're here, wherever here is, and judging by the growing crowd surrounding your pod, your arrival just became the biggest event in this world's history.