The New Prince

chapter 10

Zarkon smiled as he saw the young girl lying unconscious on Haggar's laboratory table. One step closer to achieving my goals! He thought as a jolly grunt rose up from his throat. With the girl's process completed, he found that failure seemed farther and farther away from him.

Moments later, a new figure appeared entering the lab. A tall blonde, her tight fitting black uniform conformed to her curvaceous figure as she swayed her hips from side to side. Her long blonde hair bounced around her back, her cat like eyes shone with pride and her smile lit the dark laboratory.

"Congratulations on executing the first part of our plan well, Starr." Zarkon praised without turning around on her.

"Thank you sire," she bowed, "I do hope that our agreement still stands."

The king laughed. Turning to meet the beautiful woman, he replied, "Of course my dear, you will have everything that is coming to you. I'm sure you'll enjoy our planet's wonderful accommodations once crowned princess."

Starr's eyes glittered at the mention of her reward. "I can't wait."

"I'm sure…anything is better than the castle concubine's chambers, isn't it?" Zarkon nodded as he raised his brow.

She snorted, "We do what we have to, to survive."

"Starr, are you trying to simply survive or move up through the ranks of a society you adopted since we destroyed yours?"

Walking past Zarkon, to the table where the unconscious woman laid, Starr began playing with Erin's hair, "All I know is that you owe me King Zarkon. I've served my time as a cheap piece of ass to your son for years and now, I think its time to collect my dues."

"I think you did well."

"Better than well!" She turned around and met the king's eyes. "Not only will I be royalty, but my husband, from what I've heard, is incredibly handsome and smart."

This time Zarkon snorted, "You have more than you realize Starr. You are marrying the savior of Doom."

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Their ship slowly entered Doom's atmosphere with such grace that it caused Sven to smile, "I love this ship. You think Hawkins will give us some for Pollux?"

"Fat chance," Lance answered with a hearty laugh, "You know Garrison; they take, they don't give. We're lucky Hawkins let us have this one!"

"You have no faith McClain." The raven-haired pilot answered as he shook his head. "No faith brother."

"I'm a realist. You, on the other hand, are just like our navigator back there, full of daydreams and fairytales."

"What?" Sven laughed, "Fairytales? Keith, what the hell is he talking about? Keith?"

"What?" Keith turned, obviously not listening to the conversation. "What did you say?"

"See, he's been daydreaming." Lance shook his head with mirth as he slapped Sven across the chest, "Probably about a certain blonde goddess."

"Oh," Sven now laughed.

Keith let out a frustrated sigh, "You're an idiot Lance. Am I the only one here working on this mission?"

The lieutenant snorted as he turned to him, "Yeah, sure…the mission. I caught that little look between you and Allura at that meeting with Hawkins yesterday."

"What look?" the commander asked as he turned back to his controls. "Lance, are you sure you're not the one daydreaming?"

Shaking his head, Lance answered him, "Don't turn this around on me my friend. By the way, we never did finish our conversation the night of the party." He reminded him, "My guess is that our beautiful Allura freaked out just a little bit. I've been thinking of a way to get you two together. I have this plan…"