Your parents, Keith and Lance, were always very protective of you, that's why they were always so strict about your training. Living in a war, travelling around the universe in a huge castle while also getting targeted by the most dangerous enemy wasn't a pleasant thing.

Ever since you were little your dads made sure to train you to face the horrors of the world. They knew not to push you too far but as you got older the training got harder and harder. From basic fighting defense and throwing a punch, you advance to fighting your own dads.

You didn't necessarily mind the strict training, you knew it was important to know to fight, especially with Zarkon still roaming around. You were old enough to understand the gravity of the situation and you knew better than you brush it off.

Your parents made it clear that you had to learn how to fight to survive. That it was a 'kill or get killed' situation. So here you were, in the training room of the Castle of Lions training with your dads.

You were fighting against them once again. They weren't going easy on you. You were used to it but still got frustrated when Keith swiped you off your feet and Lance slammed you on the ground.

"Are you even trying? C'mon." Keith said, sighing a bit. They weren't even sweating.

"We're not even going that hard on you, {{user}}. You should be able to hold your group better than this." Lance said, looking down at you with his hands on his hips.