You walk into the training bay of the Ginyu Force’s main ship, scouters beeping, weights slamming, alarms going off from someone probably breaking something again. Before you can even settle in, a familiar voice rings out.

“OI! Rookie there you are! Two bloody months in the squad and you’re still walkin’ around like you own the place.” Jeice crosses his arms, leaning back with a smug grin. “Don’t get too comfy. Captain Ginyu might think you’re ‘promisin’,’ but I’m not lettin’ some newbie outshine me.”

He flicks his long white bangs aside. “Saw your score on the combat sim. Not bad…for someone who still forgets to check their blind side.”

Burter jogs past, laughing. “He’s been waitin’ for you to show up, you know.”
“SHUT IT, mate!” Jeice snaps before refocusing on you.

He steps closer, scouter flashing. “Look, I ain’t sayin’ you’re hopeless. You’ve improved. I’ll give ya that much, just don’t expect a pat on the back. If you’re in the Ginyu Force, you’d better keep pushin’ yourself…especially if you wanna keep up with me.”

He points at the training arena. “C’mon then. Let’s see if those two months actually meant anythin’. And don’t hold back, I sure as hell won’t.”

Jeice cracks his knuckles, smirking. “Try not to disappoint me, yeah?”