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: The idea for this series came to mind while hanging out in a Voltron group on Facebook. I thought, what would happen if the Voltron Force acted like pop stars, social media personalities, media moguls, etc. The main characters are based on the '84 Defender of the Universe series, with nods and references to the various incarnations of Voltron (V:3D, Voltron Force, Legendary Defender). As of right now, I only plan on one "season" (but I did say the same thing with Elevator Lance and we all know how that went). So please enjoy Popstar Princess.

Popstar Princess:

A Moment in the Life

The door opened and the roar of cheering fans, the clicking of paparazzi cameras and the yelling of questions from media personnel wafted into the spacious dressing room. Princess Allura of Arus, more popularly known as the "Popstar Princess" smiled, waved, and blew kisses to all those who adored her while her bodyguard ushered her into the room. Finally clear of the entranceway, the door closed and the room fell silent again.

"Seriously Hunk, do you have to be so rough. You almost left finger marks on my arm." Allura lifted her left arm to show her bodyguard.

Hunk barely paid any attention to his employer. With a shrug, the big and burly bodyguard walked off to a small table where various foods had been laid out.

With a huff Allura turned away and looked at her boyfriend who was stretched out on the couch. "And what were you doing while I was out there performing?"

Keith looked up from the tabloid he was reading. On the cover was a "where are they know" headline and his picture was one of those featured. "You mean while you were out there grinding against the other dancers," Keith shot back. "I was right here, like the loyal little boyfriend that your followers think I am."

"If only they knew the truth," Allura fired back. "I should have gotten an actual dog, at least it would be house broken," she muttered under her breath as she walked to a separate room to change.

There was a knock on the door. Hunk immediately dropped his food and rushed over. He turned the knob and just as soon as the door was opened far enough, Lance walked through, ducking under Hunk's thick forearm.

"Excuse me, big guy." Lance's hair was slicked back and looked greasy. He had hung up his trademarked brown jacket and blue jeans, choosing instead to garnish his rugged good looks with a dark blue business suit. With his new job as Allura's publicist and agent, he wanted to look his best.

Hunk just shook his head, closed the door and went back to his seat.

"Allura, great show tonight, Babe. The crowd loved you. You slayed them, you killed them, you made them laugh, you made them cry, you made them open their pocket books…"

"Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you Lance?" Keith asked.

"About as thick as your stomach's getting," Lance responded.

"I still have my six pack," Keith remarked.

"A six pack of Arusian Ale," Allura said as she emerged from the other room. She had changed out of her skin tone, glittery jumpsuit into a pair of tight pink yoga pants, a white belly shirt and a light pink wind breaker.

"Ah, there's my star," Lance said strutting over to Allura. "You were magnificent, as always."

"Were you able to watch the concert?" Allura asked.

"Well not really. I saw when you walked on stage and then I had an important phone call to answer, but for those first few moments you were fabulous."

"Oh…well, thank you." She responded.

"Speaking of phone calls, I've got some new gigs lined up for you."

"Oooh, where are they?" Allura asked as she began hopping up and down like an excited chicken. "Are they in Europe? Please tell me they are in Europe."

"Can you even find Europe on the globe?" Keith mumbled.

Allura started to respond to the remark but Lance brought her attention back to him. "Better…Wyoming."

"Wait, what?" Allura's excitement vanished, replaced with disbelief.

Over in the corner Hunk gave a noticeable chuckle.

"Just hear me out," Lance started. "First there are a bunch of national parks, including Yellowstone Park. Lots of tourists go to those parks every year and concerts at these parks would mean more business for them. In addition, performing at these parks makes you look good for the environmentally conscious crowd, since you're trying to bring awareness to preserving these lands. It's a win-win."

"I just don't know. I mean, there's nothing to do in Wyoming. It's so….rural."

"But there are plenty of scenic places to take selfies. Your followers would love that," Lance remarked.

"I guess you're right," Allura conceded.

"Of course I am. Now, why don't you go post something on social media before someone else starts trending more than you."

Allura grabbed her phone from her designer Sincline handbag and plopped down in a big chair along one of the walls.

Suddenly the dressing room door burst open with such force that it swung back and closed itself. During the brief moment when the entrance to the room was unrestricted, the stage manager Pidge stormed through. Without acknowledging the stares from everyone else in the room, Pidge continued his tirade, directed at the person he was speaking to through his wireless headset.

"I don't care if the crowd didn't notice the explosions were out of sync by a few milliseconds, I noticed it. What if it had been a few more milliseconds slower, Allura would have been standing in the wrong place and the flash could have temporarily blinded her, causing her to momentarily lose her sight, stumble around, trip on a wire that your technicians failed to secure properly, lose her balance and fall. Do you have any idea what the repercussions of that would be? The least of which would be you losing your job. Perfection, that's what we strive for. If you can't give me perfection, I'll find someone who can." Pidge ripped the headset off and threw it across the room in the direction of Hunk.

Hunk barely looked up as he reached his hand out and caught the headset.

"I hate amateurs," Pidge huffed.

"Take it easy, Pidge." Lance slowly crept towards Pidge like he was approaching a wounded animal, with his hands held defensively in front of him. "The crowd loved the show and your direction was spectacular, just like always."

"Yeah well, if you increased my budget a bit I could hire people who actually knew what they were doing." His voice rose in volume as though he was trying to tell back into the distant headset.

"I'll talk to Coran and see what we can do." Lance hoped that would be enough to calm his pint sized friend.

Still frustrated Pidge walked over to the mini bar and fixed himself a drink then joined Hunk at the table.

As the energy in the room finally began to settle down, Lance's phone rang, breaking the brief silence with his favorite ringtone. "Let's Voltron….let's Voltron...let's…"

Lance excused himself to a distant corner of the room as he discussed business. A few minutes later Lance returned to the group, more excited than when he first came into the room.

"Great news Allura, World Events: San Diego wants you to do an appearance at their theme park."

"That's wonderful. When do I go?"

"In three days," Lance told her.

"I can't get a show together at World Events: San Diego in three days," Pidge yelled from across the room.

"It's not a full show. It's just a meet and greet. There is a group of kids who raised money for some charity; protect the forest, shave the monkeys, buy back the Beatles albums, something like that…anyway, they want Allura to show up, shake a few hands, give a few hugs, take a few pictures, that sort of thing."

"But Lance, you know I don't do well with kids. They're loud, they don't listen, they smell…"

Keith chuckled. "Sounds like you each morning."

"Keep it up and you can find someone else to be your sugar princess. Or worse, you'll have to try to rebuild your career."

"Kids, let's play nice," Lance interjected.

"Besides," Allura continued. "They get all touchy-feely. The last time I did one of these one kid grabbed my butt and another dropped his ice cream down my shirt."

"And that photo got a lot of likes and shares on social media. I'm going to go make sure the limo is ready to take you and Keith to the hotel. I'll see you outside in 5 minutes." Lance gave Allura and Keith a thumbs up and left the room.

"Quiznak," Allura said and she dropped her phone into her lap. "I'd fire that man if he wasn't so good at what he does."

"You mean whoring you out to every venue willing to pay the exuberant price that he decides is appropriate."

"That was a good one," Pidge commented from the table.

"At least people are still willing to pay to see me. When was the last time you were on stage? Oh wait, it was the Razzies for that horrible action movie you did a few years ago…"

"Nice come back," Hunk remarked.

Keith put his magazine down and stood up, straightening his shirt and brushing his pants legs with his hands. "I'm going to make a comeback and then I'll have my own fortune again and we won't have to keep up this charade any longer."

Allura stood, grabbing her phone and then her handbag. She walked over to Keith and slipped her arm through his. "Keep dreaming, dear."

Hunk got up from his seat and went to the door. Keith and Allura put on their best in love attitude as Hunk opened the door and guided them out into the crowded hallway. The door closed leaving Pidge by himself.

"I should have taken that role in Chess of Dictators," he said to himself.