Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 3

^^Prince Lotor
LOOK AT HIM!
He's beauty; He's grace; He's the leader of the Galra race.
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"This blows," Lotor said, sitting at a viewing window and crossing his legs. He had just gotten out of a meeting about the Space Olympics. The Galra were to attack and reestablish their hold on the universe, but Lotor didn't want to attack a bunch of innocent people. He wanted to ally himself with as many as possible. It made more sense to Lotor to attack enemies. 

Enemies like Voltron. Lotor hated Voltron.

Okay, he didn't hate Voltron. He hated the fact that he could never be a part of a team like it. He had met two paladins of Voltron a while back. They had saved him from a weblum and they all worked well together. As much as Lotor liked it, it could never be. Lotor, the son of Zarkon, could never support those who were fighting against him.

Lotor didn't hate Voltron, but he did hate that their team would be at the games.

Maybe he hated the games. he probably wouldn't mind them so much if he was allowed to compete, but Galra have never participated in the Space Olympics. Lotor liked games. They allowed him victories with no stakes. That meant no loser.

He used to always play in the gladiator tournaments on Planet Doom, before it was destroyed. He had announced his comeback to the higher ups of the Galra community by means of the new gladiator tournaments. But alas, Haggar would not tolerate any Galra in the Space Olympics.

Lotor looked down at the planet that they were orbiting. "Why can they not have their games?"

Haggar sighed in annoyance. "The people think that the Galra Empire has fallen. If we let them have their little games, then they will grow stronger and fight back. Over 10,000 years of domination will come to an end. Your father's legacy will be ruined. This event will allow you to come back with a bang." She laughed at her own joke and then resumed her annoyed state. "No one remembers you, Lotor. No one fears you."

Lotor sighed. "Maybe I don't want to be feared," he mumbled.

Haggar looked at him in shock. "'If they fear you, they will follow you.' How many times have you been told that? How has that not been drilled into your head?"

Lotor rolled his eyes. "It has! I just think...maybe people would be more inclined to follow me if they loved me. If they admired me. It's so much easier to manipulate people that like you than people that don't." Lotor uncrossed his legs to look at Haggar.

"No. Lotor...no. That would never work. As your advisor, I suggest you let go of these foolish love quests. As your mother, I command you to. Fear has worked for 10,000 years and it will work for 10,000 more. Besides, Galra don't love."

Lotor stood up. "I'm tired of everyone flinching when I walk into a shop! I want people to come up to me and ask how my day is! I want them to invite me to hang out and stuff! I want them to tell me how great I am! I don't want to be alone. If not out of love, then I want people to follow me out of admiration and respect. Not fear."

Lotor crossed his arms. Everything was so terrible.

"You will be the death of me!" Haggar said in frustration. "You have everything! You have an empire that expands to almost every corner of the known universe at you fingertips, and yet you complain about your feelings! You're not just a prince anymore, Lotor! You have real responsibilities now! Your father-"