Hey guys! So I totally forgot to mention in the last chapter, that I have been doing research!

Research for writing? Eewwww. But anyway, because Lance is cuban, and I know very little about the cuban culture, so I was looking it up. Of course the internet is probably not accurate, but it's the best I can do.

SO, if I, at any point, make a mistake or write something that is offensive (though all im really planning is them speaking in spanish here and there and having a party with certain foods favored in Cuba), please, PLEASE, let me know! I do not want to offend anyone, I love learning about other cultures, but there are always things you have to be careful about. I promise I hate everyone equally! (lol nah I love lots of people, but customer service man, it really makes you realize how stupid people can be)

anyway, enjoy!

"Is all this really necessary?" Lotor asked, tugging at the bracelets around his wrist. "Well the generals bought all this stuff for you too, it would be silly not to use it." Lance laughed. The two had made it to earth, or part of the earth known as 'California', as explained by Lance. They had landed near the ends of the beach, where their ship would be covered by growing trees and rocks.

"Plus that isn't even that much, but you do look super hot by the way."

Lotor grumbled to himself, feeling comfortable in the human clothes. Lance had dressed him up in loose blue jeans, a white tank top, and a green jacket; similar to what Lance would often wear. Along this, he had the 'I'm Fabulous' Beanie on, despite his protests. His hair was tied in a loose ponytail that hung over his shoulders.

Lotor also had a few thin bands and bracelets around his right wrist, and a low hanging necklace with a small gem intertwined in the wire. Lotor had long since shifted his colors, and was now waiting for Lance, who had disappeared in the back to change.

The two had forgotten that it wasn't just Lotor that had to worry about his looks. Lance, now with a white streak in his hair, pointy ears, altean markings, and yellow scleras, also had to work on changing his appearance.

"How do I look?" Lance asked, jumping out of the small pod like room the ship had to offer, and strutting his stuff towards Lotor.

Lance was wearing skinny jeans with rips in them down to the ankle. He had on the white t-shirt with the two cats that they insisted resembled each other. Along with this, he had on a grey scarf that was snug under his chin. He had a beanie hat on that covered his ears as well, that said "Rebels" on it in simple letters.

Lance also had on big black sunglasses, and a few bands and bracelets on his arm as well. "We are sooo dressed up for California!" Lance whooped, taking the glasses off to grin at Lotor.

Lotor walked up to him and examined him. "You are as stunning as the first night I laid eyes on you." He spoke softly, smiling. Lance blushed, tugging the beanie lower. "I just don't know what to do with my eyes. I can easily just tell my mom I wanted to dye part of my hair white, I may even be able to pass off the altean markings as tattoos, but the yellow in my eyes? I can't wear sunglasses everywhere."

Lotor hummed, taking the sunglasses from Lance and putting them on his face. As if Lotor couldn't get any hotter.

"Try to focus on changing. It isn't something you can just do in an instance, you have to focus." Lotor spoke. Lance nodded, and Lotor took his hands and brought him closer. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and envision in your mind, the change of yellow to white."

Lance nodded again, closing his eyes tightly, and scrunching up his nose in an adorable fashion. After a moment of silence, Lance shivered, and blinked. He glanced up at Lotor, and the yellow had been replaced by white. "You did it my love!" Lotor smiled.

Lance grinned, but was panting as he shuddered and released his hold on the change. The white turned back, and Lance was already worn out. "I could barely hold that a few seconds! Why is it so hard?" He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Lotor laughed. "Lance, not one Altean was ever able to hold their first shift for more than a few seconds, you did amazing for your first time." Lotor smiled encouragingly as he brought Lance's hands up to kiss them.

"Yeaahh, but how am I suppose to meet my family?"

He pulled out of Lotor's hands to grab the sunglasses back and shove them on his face. He turned and worked on shoving discarded clothes back in their bags. Lotor looked around thoughtful, before an idea hit him.

"How about, we say it was just what happens when you breathe different air in space?" He spoke slowly. Lance perked up, turning to look at him. "That's not a bad idea, we can always say it will change back to white after some time. That will give me time to practice more so I can hold the shift longer."

Lotor chuckled. "Indeed."

Lance swung his arms lazily around Lotor's neck, standing on his tip-toes to peck Lotor on the cheek. "You are soooo smart." He cooed, laughing. Lotor wrapped his arms around Lance's waist and hoisted him up. "I may be the emperor of the galra someday, I have to be." He smirked, nuzzling Lance's neck.

The two just couldn't get enough of each other. All the time apart had made them yearn for the other so much.

The two had finished packing the clothes Lance had felt the need to throw all over the ship while looking for particular pieces, before heading off the ship. The hot sun hit Lotor's face and made him wince. He could barely see!

"What is this blasted thing. Do the humans need help destroying it?" Lotor growled, throwing snarls at the sun.

He heard a noise behind him, and turned to blink at Lance, who was on his knees and laughing hysterically.

"What is wrong?" He asked, suddenly concerned. Lance was holding his stomach, one hand up to stop Lotor. "No! haaahahaha, I am fine! Oh my god... aahhhh." Lance inhaled deeply, standing up and wiping tears from his eyes.

"That... that Lotor, is called the sun. It isn't evil or anything. Oh my god this is amazing, I can't breathe!" Lance fell into another fit, and Lotor could only throw unwelcoming glares towards the blinding ball of fire.

After about 20 minutes of trying to explain the concept of the sun to Lotor, Lance had finally convinced him to just ignore it and get use to the bright light. The two made their way across the sand, with several eyes following them. Lotor was use to there being several thousand eyes on him, being a prince and all that raided giant planets, but having all these human eyes on him; the whoops, hollers, and whistling made him a tad uncomfortable.

Lance had pulled out a thin rectangular device and called up his mother while they walked. Once they made it to the sidewalk, Lance was speaking excitedly to his mother in spanish. Before long, Lance had hung up his phone, and a car pulled up to beckon them in.

So much was happening so quickly, Lotor couldn't keep up. The two sat in the back of a white car, with a dark skinned man sitting in the front and chatting with Lance in spanish. The two seemed to know each other, and continued to chat and laugh the whole way to their destination.

Lotor didn't mind, he enjoyed listening to the unique language and seeing Lance so excited made him happy. He knew he would have a fun time with Lance together.

As long as his family approved of course.

Before long, the car had pulled up to a giant house, with several smaller houses close by. They were not that far from the beach, and several children were running around, yelling and screaming. Some of the adults noticed the car, and hollered at each other as they made their way over.

Lance turned to grin at Lotor, before hopping out of the car and dashing around it to meet the others.

"Mi familia!(My Family)" Lance yelled, hugging several of them, before getting tackled and pinned down by several of the smaller kids.

"Lance! Lance es aqui!(is here)" the children cried out, a few hitting him with their small buckets and scoops in glee. Lance was laughing as he scrambled up to pick up as many as he could.

Lotor smiled as he got out of the car. The driver said something to him, but Lotor didn't understand so he just shook his head with an apologetic look. The driver turned to go to the trunk and carry the bags to the house. Lotor tried to help, but the driver refused.

With that, Lotor wasn't sure what to do, so he just turned to watch Lance.

"LANCE! Is that you, mi amore (my love)?" A booming voice broke through the crowed, and a short but fast woman stalked up to Lance and frowned at him. "You did not tell me you were coming home!" She frowned, wacking him upside the head. Lance ducked, and laughed. "I am so sorry, mi madre, you know how much I love surprising you! I did tell dad I was coming home though."

That earned another wack to the head. "Para verguenza! He estado muy preocupado!(for shame! I have been very worried!)" Lance's mother continued to yell at him in incredibly fast spanish, while Lance just laughed awkwardly and turned to glance at Lotor.

After calming her down, he grabbed her hand gently and beckoned her to follow. "Mi madre, I wish for you to meet Lotor." He smiled warmly at Lotor, and Lotor smiled shyly at the sturdy woman. "It is with great pleasure that I get to meet you ma'am." Lotor spoke slowly, bowing, and completely nervous. He had never felt so nervous since the first time he had to claim a planet on his own.

Lance's mother looked him up and down, before grasping his hands tightly in her own. "Welcome, Lotor!" She smiled happily. "I am Angelica, and I welcome you to my familia!" She squeezed his hands. Lotor felt all his nervousness just drift away, he felt instantly at ease.

"Thank you kindly, Angelica." He smiled back. She turned to Lance and said something, before Lance shook his head. "No mama, he is my boyfriend, mi amante(my lover)." Angelica blinked for a second, and Lotor instantly froze.

Angelica hooted, clapping her hands together. "Ahhh felicitaciones mi hijo! (congratulations my boy) I knew you would find someone to make you happy someday!" Lance and his mom hugged tightly, before Angelica turned to Lotor.

"Please, you must be tired. Come this way, we will get you a warm bed and some yummy food!" She beckoned the two on. The rest of the people who had formed, were all making their way to the giant house, chatting amongst each other. Lance turned to Lotor, and intertwined their fingers together. "See I told you they would be accepting."

Lotor smiled down at the smaller boy. "It makes me so relieved, though hopefully I can learn your language and customs fast, I don't want to offend anyone."

Lance just laughed as he and Lotor made their way to the giant house, following the smell of delicious food along their path.

So, I read that in Cuba, there is a Cuban Spanish there, versus just the average spanish we are taught in america. I decided to just go with the spanish I know, since they are living in California, rather than in Cuba. Of course that is all my story, the Voltron wiki does not state where his family lives (though it did state that he grew up in a town in Cuba) so I just decided to have them move to California. Why? Cuz I semi know that place more so than Cuba lol.

Anyway, again if I write anything that is offensive, please let me know. I am writing this story purely for fun, and I am not trying to offend anyone of any culture.