SuperMartian One-Shots

Betrothed (PART TWO)

"Honestly, La'gaan could barf up crab cakes and it would taste better than this." Gar muttered over the Martian food they'd been served.

"I'll take that as a compliment." La'gaan whispered back.

Bart looked to the ceiling with tears in his eyes, his face turning slightly green. "What I wouldn't give for Chicken Whizzie!"

"Hush! All three of you!" Barbra hissed, hitting all three of them on the head with one batarang.

"We are guests here," Aqualad reminded them, "At least pretend to enjoy it."

(omz, Aquadad and Batmom!!)

Being polite was the last thing on Connor's mind, but Ma Kent would ground him if she ever found out he'd disrespected an entire alien culture, especially the culture of his "little girlfriend's" family. Connor had to agree with La'gaan, Bart, and Gar. With his stomach of steel, he barely managed to keep some saccharine-like substance down, but that was it.

At the other end of the table, M'gann's brothers and sisters talked animatedly, stuffing their faces with food, while M'gann ate slowly, feeling almost as sick as Bart did.

Her brother, her abusive older brother, was the King of Mars. She should have never let the team come with her and her uncle, even though once they figured out where she'd disappeared to they'd be hot on her tail. J'sonn was bound to do something terrible to her friends, her Earth-Family, if he thought that she'd even dare to defy his orders. He'd done it to her over and over when they were kids decades ago, just because she was a White Martian.

But J'sonn wouldn't risk an intergalactic war...would he?

The trumpets sounded again, a different fanfare than the one used to announce J'sonn. The Martians hopped to their feet, and the team did the same

"C'mon, Megsy! I'm sure you're anxious to see who you'll be spending the rest of your life with!" J'sonn sing-songed. He grabbed M'gann and J'onn, pulling them to stand at the foot of the stairs next to him, which led to a doorway on the opposite side of the hall from the one Connor and the team had entered through.

Connor was certainly eager to meet M'gann's supposed fiance, so he could challenge the guy to a duel and let M'gann come back home. The team slowly found themselves gravitating towards M'gann, a mother-figure and friend who cared for each of them one way or another, in her own happy, bubbly way.

M'gann certainly didn't look happy or bubbly as her groom-to-be entered the doors, a huge green blob floating on a hover disk.

Gar yanked on the collar of Connor's shirt. "Did you know Jabba was real??"

Connor tried very hard to not laugh.

"M'gann M'orzz, meet your groom, the grand Sklurge of the Swamp planter of Drakthoon just outside the Rishio Cluster: Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah." J'sonn wiped his mouth to clear away the spit, and pulled J'onn back so that Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah could greet M'gann.

Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah had two eyes, and one hollow tube for a mouth, but no legs, and he was covered in sticky slime. Even La'gaan was slightly repulsed.

Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah made a loud flatulence sound through his mouth tube. J'sonn translated.

"He can't wait to take you home to his swamp planet. Far, far, away." J'sonn grinned wickedly.

"I'm sure we'll be...very happy together." M'gann assured her brother.

Connor's stomach flip-flopped and Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah sneezed green goo all over M'gann.