The plot thickens! It seems that Keith's baby sister is more determined than ever to become part of the Voltron Force. But where does that leave her with Lance?


Family Reunion

Chapter II: All In Good Time

by Lady Khayman


Sweat collected on Hunk's brow as a sneer painted his face. He felt the cool steel beneath his fingertips and a surge of power raced up his spine. Cocking her head Trina's eyes held its cold, hard gaze and went for her weapon. Her breasts heaved beneath her purple nylon windbreaker and Hunk's nostrils flared. He felt his palms moistening. Growling like a bear in heat he lunged for it, but Trina, acting solely on instinct knocked the weapon from the portly fighter's hand. It landed with a sharp clatter on the tiled floor.
"Hunk, you could be a gentleman for once and let our guest have the last hash brown." Allura chimed.
"But Princess, I'm starving!"
"HA-HA!" Triumphantly, the younger Kogane speared the fried potato cake with her fork and consumed it in two gulps. Hunk looked on bitterly as Trina washed down her breakfast with another cup of tea.
"So Trina, what do you want to do on your first day? I could arrange a tour of the city." Allura suggested.
"I'd love that! Would Keith be able to come?"
"I don't think so. He and Sven are doing complete diagnostics on the lions."
"That takes at least sveral hours." Hunk said slipping on his workgloves. "See ya ladies!"
"I guess it's a girls day out." Trina sighed.
"I'll get Romelle." Walking out of the kitchen Allura spotted Pidge lugging a steel toolbox. "Maybe not," she whispered. "HEY PIDGE!" The boy's head turned in several different directions before he saw the princess running up to him.
"Oh! Good morning Princess."
"Pidge, would you like to take Trina out for a tour around the city?"
"WOULD I?" He dropped the metal box to the floor, causing all of the tools and parts to spill out.
"YO KID! Becareful with that!" Another voice sounded from another part of the reception hall. Lance came out of the shadows, his jeans and royal blue T-shirt stained with grease wiping his hands with a filthy rag.
"Hurry and clean that up Pidge then we'll leave." Allura said.
"Hold up! Where do you think you're taking him?" Lance barked.
"It just so happens that Keith's younger sister will be our guest over the summer and she arrived yesterday! You wouldn't know that because you have the attention span of a gnat!" The click of Trina's black penny loafers on the marble floor.
"Allura! I heard a crash and is Romelle- *GASP!*" Trina froze when Lance met her gaze. He smirked.
"Oh Trina! I'm sorry to keep you like this, but some people have absolutely no respect for others around here." Allura shifted her eyes in Lance's direction. "Still," the princess flicked a few hairs from her face, "I must be hospitable. Trina this is Commander Lance Masterson. He pilots the Red Lion."
"We've met." Trina said icily. Allura and Pidge looked at them with pure shock.
"Y-y-you've met?" Pidge stammered. "Where?" The Ensign demanded.
"It was a moonlit rendezvous." Lance said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He stalked off shaking his head. Pidge exhaled slumping against the fireplace. Good ol' Lance and his *winning* personality. Judging by the genuinely pissed off look on Trina's face they had met-thankfully- in rather unpleasant circumstances. It was the story of Lance's lovelife, but he never complained.
"I'll be down in a few. Gotta change." Trina raced upstairs. Fifteen minutes passed and the met by the front entrance. Allura dressed in tight white jeans, a pink satin blouse, and white sandals. She kept her hair loose minus her gold tiara. Romelle wore black shorts, a white long-sleeved silk blouse with a black vest over it, and a lariot around her neck. Romelle did a part of her stawberry blonde hair into a bun with a thin braid wound around it with the rest of it hanging loose. On her feet were tan open-toed canvas slingbacks. Pidge put on a pair of clean forest green jeans and a white dress shirt and wore Timberland boots. Trina dressed in a denim mini-skirt, black penny loafers, and a violet peasant-style blouse. Her hair was in its usual ponytail.
"Ready?" Romelle asked them.
"Yeah." Trina said.
"We'll go in my speeder." Pidge said beaming at Trina hoping that she'd be just a little impressed.
"Sounds great." Trina replied smiling down at Pidge. Pidge held the door open for the Princesses to get in the back seat. Trina piled into the front seat.
'YES!' Pidge celebrated mentally, then decided to move in for the kill. He produced a flower from behind his back. A daisy. Trina smiled in pure pleasure, as Romelle and Allura giggled.
"Thank you."
"Y-y-y-you're welcome." Pidge regained his composure in order to drive his speeder. Lance stared into the middle distance as he saw the vehicle take off from the castle gardens, he didn't hear Coran approach him from behind.
"Lance?"
"Hmm? What?!" The Red Lion pilot whirled round picturing a nasty onslaught of either Lotor's troops, or Haggard's beasts. "Jesus H. Christ Coran! Give me a heart attack, why don't you!"
"My apologies Commander Masterson, however I do have a message from the Captain."
"What is it?"
"I believe he said, 'Hurry up and move your ass. These repairs can't come about by themselves.'"
"Good ol' Keith." Lance pushed his way past Coran and walked to engineering where the lions were. He thrust his hands into his jeans pockets and grumbled, "Now I have two Koganes to deal with! Some life!" Coran shook his head and smiled to himself. 'What will we do with that boy?' It was a question that had plagued his mind for the past four years. But this would be a long and hot summer. Things can happen.

* * * *

"Do you know what the BEST part of the capital city is?" Pidge said to Trina as the group walked down the avenue.
"What is it Pidge?" Trina asked.
"'Virtual Tek War'!"
"Not again!" Romelle groaned.
"This isn't fair Pidge! Last time I was killed like five times!" Allura said giving the ensign a gentle smack across the head.
"I take it that this is some popular video game?"
"It's just not a game," Pidge exclaimed, green eyes shining from behind his steel-rimmed glasses. "It's a freakin' way of life in there! It's survival!"
"What Pidgey means," Romelle began using the nickname he so hated, "is that using virtual reality technology, our subconsciousness gets hooked up into the video game."
"You might say we get transported into the game and battle it out with some hideous creature." Allura wrinkled her nose at the thought.
"Hmm? Instead of using a pad or joystick, we become the game. Sounds like fun! Where do we go get jacked in?"
"Right this way." Pidge took her hand and they walked down the street to the video arcdade multi-plex.
"C'mon Ally! At least Pidge's happy."
"You're not helping Romelle." Sighing the sighs of the long suffering the two princesses followed them into the multi-plex.
Dropping the wrench on his foot, Lance cursed and got back to the open circuit board on the Green Lion's flank.
"Distracted good buddy?" Keith said. He was perched on top of the Blue Lion hooking up his laptop to the cockpit's controls as Hunk tapped into the computer's main frame.
"Just the usual," Lance shouted back.
"And I wonder what that could be."
"It's not what you think!" Lance bit back.
"I don't know Masterson, what do I think?" Games? Mind games? Captain or not, Keith had to be very careful when it came to Lance's mind.
"Look, if it's about Allura don't go apeshit on me. And as I recall it was she who had the crush on me. Not the other way around."
"I didn't say I didn't believe you. But I did question your intentions."
"Which there are none!" He shifted the low wheeled stool to give him easier access to the tool box. "Dammit! Frayed as hell wires!" Grabbing a pair of pliers he delved back into the flank. "I just don't get it! What in God's name does Pidge- YEEOWWW!!!" Hunk and Keith saw a flash of light, several bright sparks, and Lance getting flung across the floor."
"Lance!" Keith jumped off the lion, Hunk and Sven weren't too far behind. "Man are you okay?" Keith and Sven propped Lance up. He blinked a few times and coughed.
"Whoa.... Whatta party."
"We'd better get him to the infirmary." Hunk said.
"Good idea." Winding an arm each around their necks they walked Lance to the doorway, Sven punched the pad on the wall and it slid back. They had just got him to lie down on one of the examination tables when the sound of feminine laughter flooded the hall.
"If you think that's funny, wait'll you see the pictures!" Pidge said. Since his quarters were along the hallway nearest to the infirmary he dashed by and saw Lance lying on the table with Keith running a scanner over him. "What happened?" Pidge asked running to Hunk's side.
"Lance got electrocuted."
"No thanks to you Short Stuff!" Lance grunted struggling to sit up.
"Whaddaya mean? I wasn't even here!"
"How many times do I gotta warn you about circuit boards? Don't put the lion into overdrive, it'll fry the circuits!"
"Well excuse me! I didn't know they were in for a replacement."
"Geez Masterson," a woman's voice piped up. "You look like hell." The men turned round and saw Trina standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her breasts. "But then again you always do." Her snide comments forced Pidge to stifle a laugh and Lance seethed.
"Who invited you?!"
"Imouto, this really isn't a good time."
"Yeah. Don't let the door slap you on the ass on your way out." Lance said laying back down.
"Hmph! Loser!" Trina's eyes became violet streaks of lightning and she strode away. Since his wounds weren't serious Sven released Lance to his quarters after giving him an analgesic shot for a headache. Stripping his grease-stained shirt off and tossing it into the hamper he flung himself across the king-sized bed. Soon he was asleep. Day gave into night and a cool breeze wafted into his room. Lance got up no longer able to sleep and walked out onto the balcony. He saw something moving across the courtyard, and from the attack two days ago icy fingers of fear and anger gripped his heart. Throwing on his T-shirt and grabbing his blaster he flounced out of his room and out of the castle via the rear entrance. Ducking behind a pillar he saw the figure move again this time faster. Only a slight click was made as he cocked the blaster, Lance checked its power level making sure it packed the right amount of punch. It was fully charged. The figure moved again, looking toward the direction where Lance hid. Enough of this!
"FREEZE ASSHOLE!" Lance shouted aiming his blaster at the figure, just to see it mirror his own. Moonlight filled the courtyard and the slender figure of his opponent appeared. Trina's loose black hair leaned with the breeze and she stood there wearing a slip-like purple silk nighty. Her fingers trembling on the trigger of her blaster.
"KAMI-SAMA MASTERSON!" Trina dropped her arms. "This thing is on setting 10! I could've vaporized your ass!"
"My ass?! What about yours? Do you know that there are Drule spies everywhere? Get back to bed!"
"Can't sleep." She sat on a wrought out cast iron bench.
"Join the club." He sat beside her. Setting her blaster aside she slid closer to him.
"I know of a way we could get to sleep," she squeezed his thigh and plastered her mouth to his. Lance's eyes flew open as he let her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. Trina got up and pulled the spaghetti straps on her nighty down as he watched the garment pool around her slippered feet.
"Here?" He said lifting a hand to her breasts.
"Exciting, isn't it?" She let him pull her down on the bench. Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder Trina went for it and helped him lunge inside of her. She moaned loudly... and then Lance shot up off his bed panting.
"What the hell?" He was dripping with perspiration and he felt something stiff against his thigh. "Aww, geez!" He went into his bathroom and ran the shower. Meanwhile in another part of the castle Trina fell off the sofa in the library after having dozing off. She was disturbed by the intense dream she had.
"Oh my God!" Wiping her forehead of sweat she felt an unsuaual dampness between her legs and felt uncomfortable. "God!" She ran out of the library to her quarters. It was going to be a long night and a long summer.


FIN