You stand tall, looking around at the Namekians. You ask of the Dragon in its native tongue, "Porunga, Dragon of law! Hear my wish! Please heal this planet from the damage it received from the Big Gete Star, return Namek to normal!"
A red flash comes from the Dragon's eyes. "IT'S DONE, SHORTSTUFF."
...sh-short stuff? Well, the Dragon seems to have a bit more... personality than Shenron does. Next up, "Thank you, Porunga, now can you please-" You get a brief flash of insight, something about a... desert? What the-
A new, surprisingly feminine voice, calls out, "DRAGON, SEND THE EARTHLINGS F-"
"No!" Yamcha shouts, tackling one of the Namekians.
You all gasp in surprise as the Namekian backs away... shapeshifting. It's... a woman? Dressed in an outfit like... oh shit, she's working for Towa!
"PORUNGA, PLEASE BRING BACK THE ONE CALLED PICCOLO, WHO DIED FIGHTING THE SAIYAN NAMED TURLES!" you scream, not wasting a moment.
"DONE. NOW PLEASE MAKE UP YOUR MINDS ON THE LAST WISH."
The woman stands, glaring at you all. "...well, guess it's time for plan B." She lunges at Yamcha, you quickly pushing him out of the way. She grabs your arm... and places two fingers on her forehead. In an instant, you're gone. The faces of everyone in shock is the last image you see before you're blinded by a bright light. When you can see again... you're in the middle of a desert, then suddenly back on Namek, then back on the desert again.
You shake your head, trying to get your bearings. This place... it doesn't feel like Earth, that's for sure. There's... some green guy with four eyes resting under some shade. What the... where the hell are you? A sound alerts you to someone arriving. You spin around and spot... her. "You... what did you-?!"
"Snow cone?" she asks, handing such a thing forward with an unsettling grin. "Not poisoned, promise. Helps you cool off."
>A. Answers, NOW!
>B. Take me back!
>C. Try to contact someone!
>D. Take the snow cone
>E. Something else?