AN: This one is leading up to a saga that I will be working on...I will need help with probably the longest fight scene that I will ever write...I need to know terms, fight moves, and terms for gymnastics...If you know any of these please tell me...Thank you...
As you can tel there will be a fight and it will end this series that I'm writing...i don't know when it will be...but I can guarantee it will be soon
Recap: "That's what they say now. But when in reality, they would have freaked out even more than they did now. Ah parents...Sometimes you can't live with them, but you certainty can't live without them ." The robot chuckled a bit. Sam found this funny and so did Mikaela as they agreed, leaving the parental units very confused about what they agreed on"
To Sam and Mikaela's surprise, the Witwicky parents took the alien information better than ever expected. Though Ronald was angry that he had an 18 foot tall robot sitting on his beautiful lawn, but to be polite to his extraterritorial guest he decided not to make a big fuss over it and patch it up after the giant moved. Sam and Mikaela had examined the alien's wounds on his left hip and chest. The one on his chest appeared to be like the rest of the scrapes and scars that the blue mech had endured earlier in his life. The one on his hip didn't seem much better, but Dragonfly informed them that most gunshot wounds don't heal as nicely as physical ones. "I will just have to deal with a bit of a limp for the rest of my life. Nothing I can't handle." The robot said pleasantly. Apparently he was a tad giddy from growing a good 12 feet larger and much more deadlier.
Mikaela had put a question before her since the alien had mentioned it and she wanted to ask so badly, but didn't want to bring up any painful memories, so she asked anyway. "What..were your children like? And I guess you had a wife, what was she like?" She said feeling very awkward. This caught Dragonfly's attention but before he had the chance to speak, Sam quickly asked his own question. "How exactly do Cybertronians...make...babies?" He asked blushing about his question a bit. There was an awkward silence the fell of the blue robot and an almost shocked expression on his face. He then took a deep breath and put his hands together, which Sam and Mikaela both knew as a bad thing. " Well..There comes a time where a male and a female Cybertronian really feel like that they love each other and..." he started but Sam and Mikaela put there hands over their ears and started doing the immature "La lala lalala la...I can't hear you!!!" and Dragonfly paused before saying "Oh.. So you already know about that part then."
Sam tried his hardest not to picture anything in his head, but ever time he tried so hard he found himself imaging a really bad human-like robot having his way with another. He shuddered at the thought as Mikaela slapped him for thinking such a thing. " Um...If you two are going to fight..then may I make a suggestion?" the large mech said with a serious tone. Sam and Mikaela nodded their heads, figuring whatever advice came from a Decepticon had to be good. "As I recall your human hippies saying, 'Make love, not War'" he said with an almost chuckle in his voice. Both humans turned bright red and a couple other shades as they looked away from each other. "Dragonfly! Don't be silly! That's just not human!" Sam said completely embarrassed.
"Wait...you two aren't...married? I thought you were!" Dragonfly said nearly turning red himself. Sam stuttered and seemed flabbergasted by the robot's comment. Mikaela was the only one who managed to say words. "WE ARE TOO YOUNG FOR THAT!!!!!" She shouted still bright red. Dragonfly seemed very confused now. His eyes had a puzzling glare while he scratched at his head. His jawbone even moved around a tad trying to express a befuddled face. " I...You...it...How are old are you? " he asked finally after a very long awkward silence. Mikaela didn't see any harm in answering how old she was and neither did Sam. "I'm 17 and a half." Mikaela said prominently. "I'm almost 18" Sam said still a bit shocked about an alien robot suggesting marriage. At this point an even more confused look appeared on the blue and dark grey face. The glowing red eyes blinked a few times and finally dragonfly just felt frustrated. " I do not understand you humans physicality any more do I understand your minds. I can't compare your human years with our own because if I did you two would be considered just newborns." the robot grumbled. Sam and Mikaela's eyes widened as they tried to imagine how long it took to become considered a child. "We-well. How old are you?" Mikaela said stupidly.
There was a moment were everything was silent and only the wind blew to make things seem even more awkward. "If my human numbers are correct, Bumblebee and myself are approximately...one million, five hundred thousand, fifty-six years old. And that's if I went by your human years which is about three and a half months shorter than our own standards. In our society, we are just entering our teenage years." the alien said sounding a bit agitated. Sam could feel his head being a bit light-headed while Mikaela just blinked in astonishment. They wanted to say something in response, but the giant had started to hoist himself to his feet. As he shifted to a crawling position he paused to look at the shocked humans. "My children acted just like yourselves. My boy, Zanthar, was just like you Sam. Bold and a tad bit of a worry-wart. And my beautiful daughter, Alexia, was just as stubborn as you, Mikaela. My wife, was the sweetest and sometimes the most understanding woman that I ever met. It's a shame that they have left me behind, but I know that they are in a better place now. "He said as he finished standing up. He slowly started to walk away towards the road, but Sam quickly made a sound that resembled a shout, but had some extra syllables.
The large robot turned around to see what the problem was. "You can't go out in the streets looking like that! Other humans don't know about you guys!" Sam said approaching the robot. As he got closer he felt tiny seeing as his head barely reached the knee of the blue and black alien, and the foot itself was much wider than Sam if he laid down on the grass. " I figured I would have to transform. But I don't know how this is going to turn out." the dark blue alien said with a sigh. Unhealthy clangs and whirring sounds scared Sam enough to move back away from the alien as it very slowly transformed into it's vehicle form. After it did, both human stared in awe at the scene before them. On the lawn, as gracefully as possible, a dark blue 1998 Z28 Camaro with a sleek fire paint job starting from the nose and flowing all the way to the rear wheels, sat before the humans. It wasn't a new or better model than Bumblebee's, but it was still a nice car.
"Owwwwwwww!" the car exclaimed inside of the humans' heads. Fearing for the hidden robot's safety, Mikaela ran towards the car and talked to the tinted windshield. "Is everything alright?" she said trying not to touch the car. The engine started and purred like a kitten who was just feed and was now being groomed. "I think that's a definite yes" Sam said approaching the car. "Well, I was a bit stiff, but now I feel great! Let's go for a spin!!" the rejuvenated car said quickly opening the doors to both sides. The humans didn't question the energy suddenly brimming from their blue friend, and both quickly stepped in. Mikaela took the driver's seat while Sam took the passenger's. The strapped in as the doors shut and the car slowly drifted forward. After it left the backyard, the tree limbs parted as a scowling Bumblebee watched the car take off down the road. He too transformed and followed it's tracks, carefully watching and waiting for the perfect moment to drive his brother away.
