My Kitten

Love is Accepting

You guys have nooo idea how happy it makes me that so many of you enjoy the story! While I should write more for myself than for others, it does help motivate me when I know others like it too :3 All your comments make me almost cry with joy! I am not kidding, I honestly cried once when I got so many comments from you all! Thank you so much for helping this little ol writer! <3 I love you all! I do have many other stories (two others are also Voltron stories) and I would love if you gave them a chance to read! <3

Also, even if I don't reply to your comment, that doesn't mean I am not reading it! I just don't have time to respond to everyone's comment, and there alot of you! <3 and I love it!

"Please, please, pleeaasee show me!"Lance whined. Zethrid huffed and turned her head.

After Lance had the opportunity to talk to his teammates, Lance had been eager to explore the ship. Lotor was happy to show Lance around, and once Lance set eyes in the weapon room, all bets were off.

"If I let you touch any of my weapons, you will probably destroy them!" Zethrid crossed her arms.

"No I won't! I am really careful with weapons! At least show me some of your favorites!" Lance leaned towards the taller Galra and flashed his dazzling grin. "Pleeaseee Zethrid?"

Zethrid had to admit that smile was brighter than the sun, and very difficult to refuse. She groaned."Fine, but no touching!"

The weapon room was also the battle room, where the generals and Lotor would practice and hone their skills. It was a large simple room, much like the room on the Castle,however instead of bright colors, it was more suited for the galra; dark and usually purple.

"Do you guy's really like purple this much? Is it because you are purple yourselves?" Lance asked as he looked around while Zethrid chose the weapons she wanted to show off.

"Don't tempt me, I've been meaning to use this weapon on a test subject for a while." Zethrid scowled,turning around to show off a very large gun.

It had zigzag patterns along its sides that were lit up in a dark purple. "Again with the pu- Wait don't shoot!" Lance yelped, ducking as Zethrid pointed the gun at him.

"Easy, Zethrid." Lotor commented,leaning against the doorway. Lance perked up to Lotor's voice, and Lotor chuckled at this.

"Of course sir, I would never hurt him." She nodded, turning the large gun to its side for Lance to study. Lance slid his fingers along the cool metal. "It's breathtaking! What other weapons do you use?" He asked her curiously.

Zethrid seemed proud, fluffing up a bit. "Usually the largest guns I can get my hands on, but I don't mind fighting with my fists."

Lance grinned. "Wanna try it?"

Zethrid looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Try what?"

"Fighting with our fists."

Zethrid blinked, glancing over at Lotor who said nothing. "You.. you want to fight me?"

"Sure! I haven't had the chance to duke it out in a while, I could use the practice."

Zethrid looked worried, but Lance was rearing to go. "What? Think you can beat me that easy? Come on!" Lance bounced on his heels, bringing his fists up and taunting Zethrid.

Zethrid glanced over at Lotor, and he just nodded; giving her his approval.

Zethrid turned to Lance, and bared her teeth, before lunging forward. Lance grinned, ducking as her fist shot out. He slid under her arm and reeled back to punch her gut.