Jeice was very extroverted, but to be an extrovert, you must get to know someone else to be so loving and trusting. That's his philosophy anyway, so whenever someone first encounters or meets him, they can be quite surprised with how silent he is. It doesn't really come that easy either, give or take at least one month so long there are no roadblocks with said acquaintance. Conformity, perhaps, was also another matter. For the trials he endured growing up, he only believed what he heard, rarely taking the step out of line or exploring on his own. Seeing his own findings rather than what others had set before him.

During a training session, he saw a pink cape flutter from around the corner of the room which belonged to a man unfamiliar to Jeice. He was tall, and had a dark green braid that wrapped around his neck and collarbone. His earrings rattled back and forth, making jingles similar to that of a bell. Crossing his arms, he stood next to Ginyu, 'being there to monitor their session', he said.

This caused the smaller red man to act out of line with what usually was his character. His hands were quite shaky, and while fighting Recoome he tripped over himself a few times. It was enough for the Captain to put a halt on practice and see what was going on. Zarbon, as he would learn, was still right there, looming over the rest of the Force.

"Something got you nervous, hmm?"

Jeice stole another quick glance at the advisor who still looked in their general direction, and began fiddling with his long white hair. He couldn't bear looking anyone in the eyes, feeling ashamed of his performance in front of someone new. Ginyu smiled, as he was hit with what the problem was.

"Oh, you're wondering who that is. I'm surprised, you've never seen Zarbon? He's usually with Lord Frieza 24:7."

"That's their name?"

"Yep. I want you to try talking to him after we wrap up, I know it'll be good for you to expand that small circle of yours!"

Mission impossible. Zarbon was obviously an aristocrat, and high standards required lots of attention, and courage to step out into the unknown. It needed someone who wouldn't trip over his own feet.

"You had something you wanted to tell me?"

The question came from a voice that differed from the usual husky one of his Captain. After zoning back in, he realized Zarbon was standing there. Right there. In front of him. He felt like his heart was gonna jump out of place from the unusual feeling of anxiety that was now being administered by what seemed like heavy dosages.

"…"

He didn't expect Zarbon to have waited so patiently for an answer, or begin to look concerned and question Ginyu next.

"Oh, is he mute?"

Ginyu laughed again.

"No, the kid's just getting adjusted to seeing a new face. You two have never seen each other before, no?"

"Nope."

He couldn't take anymore of this emotional roller coaster. He needed to get off. Luckily, Burter called him over to help perfect a technique, and he walked himself right over, no questions asked. Confusion followed.

"He seemed out of it."

"Oh, you have no idea."

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The two ran into each other again after hours to have a letter delivered to its respective recipient. He knew Captain wanted him to talk to people more, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. So he wrote a letter and gave it to Zarbon before walking away. Another eyebrow was raised at the strange behavior, until the highly sought prince folded the envelope and read its contents:

"Hi.

Sorry the first pen ran out of ink. Hi. My name's Genesis, but please feel free to call me Jeice. You're very tall. That's cool. Anyway, when you stopped by to watch us train, I got really nervous and couldn't bring myself to say anything so I'm sorry for that. I guess you had me stunned, y'know, cause you're so beautiful and all. Maybe that's what made me feeling totally immobilized today. Not in like a romantic way, more like a platonic way cause I hope we get to talk more in the future. Oh shit, I should shut the fuck up and stop bothering you. Okay, bye now. Have a nice day.

Sincerely,

Jeice"

He couldn't stop laughing. It'd been quite a while since people turned to look at him after his laughter filled the void of the halls. He's had so many people around to call him beautiful, but never has there been anyone who wrote it to him in a letter so flustered and yet nonchalant, like they could write out all their thoughts and still make it so organized, and delivered with their perfect intentions. He knew he meant everything he wrote down, judging by the deprecation. Jeice was a strange one sure, Zarbon thought, but it was a change of pace he needed.