Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, etc involving Voltron: Defender of the Universe, Voltron: The Third Dimension, Voltron Force, or Voltron: Legendary Defender. These stories are for entertainment purposes only and are to be viewed as parodies and satire.

Author's Notes: After the previous chapter, I decided to cut this one a little shorter. Life for Allura and her entourage is becoming a bit hectic and the course of their lives will soon be taking a turn. Will that be for better or for worse?

Popstar Princess:

Rising Tensions

"Good morning everyone and thank you for joining us today. It is a gorgeous Wednesday morning here at the 'Good Morning Galra' studio. I'm Lafitte and next to me is the beautiful, Merla."

Merla looked over at Lafitte with a smile. "Good morning, Lafitte. It's been four days since the now famous vomit incident starring everyone's favorite popstar train wreck, Allura."

"For those who may have been living under a rock these last few days, this past weekend Allura attended a party hosted by Connor East." Lafitte stated. "During an announcement regarding a new business venture the millionaire was unveiling; Allura decided to release her green eyed monster and assaulted her younger rival, Romelle."

"Mr. East's security members were forced to carry Romelle and Allura outside. Mr. East was in the middle of trying to defuse the situation when Allura became ill and threw up on him," Merla concluded the recap. "Social media users are already calling the incident, 'Vomitgate' and calling Allura names such as 'Vomit Rocket' and 'Princess Puke'."

"A source close to Allura's inner circle is claiming that the singer was suffering from morning sickness and that her agent has been trying to keep a lid on her being pregnant."

The large tv screen flicked off and Hunk and Pidge just sat in silence amid the large, open den of Allura's mansion.

"Lance is going to be pissed," Pidge said.

"He'll probably think it was one of us who made that claim about Allura," Hunk stated.

"Well, it wasn't me," Pidge claimed.

"Don't look at me," Hunk responded. "I never tell anyone anything."

"So how long until you think Lance will walk through the front door?" Pidge asked.

Hunk glanced at his watch. "I give him an hour."

As the hour passed, Hunk and Pidge had moved into the dining room. Allura's kitchen staff had prepared a large and delicious breakfast. As the two finished, Allura appeared dressed in pink satin shorts and nightgown, her blue slippers, and a dark blue robe, which was tied loosely. Her hair was in shambles and she looked pale.

"Wow, Allura. You look rough," said Pidge.

"Let's see how good you look when you spend all night throwing up," Allura snapped.

Allura shuffled to the table and sat down across from her two friends. One of her maids emerged from the kitchen and approached the table. Without instructions she poured her boss a cup of coffee then returned to the kitchen. Just as Allura began to sip her drink, the front door burst open.

"Allura!" Lance yelled from the foyer.

Hunk looked at his watch. "Almost one hour exactly."

Pidge silently pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Hunk.

"She's in here," Hunk yelled back and he put the money in his wallet.

Allura winced at the sound of Hunk's, loud deep voice.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lance asked as he entered the room.

"It's called breakfast," Allura answered flatly. "And it's very unappealing right now."

"I'm not talking about that!" Lance took his phone and slid it in front of Allura. "I'm talking about this!"

Allura glanced at the screen, which showed a social media feed where fans were reacting to the recent rumor of Allura's condition.

"Pregnant! Who the hell told them I was pregnant?" Allura looked at Hunk and Pidge. "Was it you two?"

"It wasn't us," Pidge said in defense.

"I don't talk to anyone," Hunk answered. "I just get paid to keep everyone away from you."

Lance sat down next to Allura and locked eyes with her. "Tell me the truth, are you pregnant?"

"NO! A woman has to have sex to get pregnant and I haven't had any in six months."

"That explains a lot," Pidge whispered to Hunk.

"Watch it, Shorty," Allura shot back. She turned her attention back to Lance. "My work schedule, which you arrange, along with that useless meat bag of a pretend boyfriend, pretty much guarantees no 'play time' for me. My vagina is as empty as Hunk's head."

Hunk's facial expression hinted at his displeasure of being insulted by his employer but he knew better than to say anything.

"That's not really an image that I needed right now," Lance said as he took his phone back. "We need to do something about this and quickly."

"Why don't we just tell them the truth," Allura suggested.

"And what exactly is the truth?"

"That I'm sick with the flu," Allura told him.

Within seconds Lance, Pidge and Hunk all stood and moved to chairs at the other end of the table.

"Assholes," Allura muttered.

"Just telling everyone that you have the flu isn't going to be enough," Lance remarked.

"Well what else can she do?" asked Pidge.

Lance thought for a moment. "Here is what you're going to do. Go upstairs and put on your skimpiest bra and panties, something that shows off your stomach. Put some make up on and maybe run a rake through your hair. Take a selfie and post it on your social media and make sure everyone can see how flat your stomach is."

"Now hold on a second," Allura interrupted. "You have a lot of nerve to ask me to do that. Your idea is extremely sexist and demeaning."

"Excuse me?" Lance asked surprised. "Almost every week you're posting selfies in your underwear."

"Yeah and you don't wear much more than that when you're on stage," Pidge piped in.

"Yes but that is my choice. I do that for me, not because a man asked me to," Allura clarified.

"Well, I'm not just 'a man'," Lance clarified. "I'm your agent and your publicist. I'm the guy you pay to keep your job schedule filled and to clean up the public relations messes that you make. So if you want to keep working and keep living this exuberant life style, you will do as say." Lance stood, his patience almost at its end. "Now, get upstairs, make yourself presentable and show your followers and fans that you're healthy and not pregnant."

Allura put her coffee down and glared at Lance. Reluctantly, she stood and left the room, calling for her staff to help her get ready.

With a heavy sigh, Lance sat back down. "She's getting to be too much to handle."

"What are you going to do about it?" Hunk asked.

"I don't know yet. Right now though, I'd like to find out who told the press that she was pregnant."

"Maybe it was Keith," Pidge suggested.

"Perhaps. Wouldn't hurt to ask. By the way, where is he?"

"I passed him on my way in this morning. He said he had an important meeting to go to," Pidge said.

"Interesting." Lance remarked.

Keith pulled up in front of a large, white mansion on the outer edge of the city. The lawn was bright green and meticulously tended to. The mountains in the distance behind the house gave the entire area a majestic view.

"This is crazy," he said to himself. "There is no way this guy is going to give me an acting job."

Keith sat in his car for many minutes, working up the courage to get out. "I'm just a has-been singer who was in one bad movie. I'm not trained to act, even though I've spent years acting as a loyal boyfriend for Allura." Keith looked at the front door, staring at is as though he was expecting some kind of epiphany to coalesce before him.

"But this could be your one last chance," he told himself. "Otherwise, it's back to being the arm candy." With a deep breath Keith managed to open the door and step out of the vehicle. Each step he took towards the door felt heavy, as though he was walking through ankle deep mud. His nerves were taught and sweat was starting to bead under his arms. His finger reached out and pressed the doorbell before he could turn and run. All he could do now was wait.

In a matter of seconds the door opened and before him stood a tall man with brown hair and glasses. He wore in a finely pressed gray suit and a warm, welcoming smile. "You must be Keith, please, come in."

"Thank you," Keith struggled to say as he stepped over the threshold.

The door closed and the man spoke again. "I'm Adam. Will you please follow me."

Keith walked in close step to the gentleman. "Are you Shiro's assistant?"

Adam chuckled. "No, I'm not his assistant. I'm his spouse."

"I didn't realize Shiro was married."

"Five wonderful years," Adam said as he guided Keith to the living room. "Please, have a seat," he said gesturing to couch.

"Thank you." Keith was happy to sit down as he wasn't sure his legs would be able to continue to hold his weight.

Adam took a seat in a lounge chair across from Keith. "Shiro has been looking forward to this meeting."

"He has?"

"Oh yes. He believes you can be a great star, you just need to be given your chance to shine."

Adam's words took some of the edge off of Keith. He felt himself start to relax. Keith knew Adam was still talking but his attention was more focused on the luxurious living room. Priceless paintings, handcrafted wood furniture, and rare antiques made up the décor.

"Well that's enough from me," Adam said as he stood up. "I'll go see if Shiro is ready."

Keith watched Adam leave and his nervousness quickly returned. "This is it," Keith said to himself. "Don't screw this up."