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Text: " = normal speech heard out loud, sparklings included.

[Text: "] = Family bond/twin bond/quad bond/spark bond :)

{Text: "} =Com. Link/text message/ phone call. (specified)

S.S: " =Twins speaking in unison (or quads... i.e F.P)

N.P.F.M: " =Quads speaking in unison

YDaddy = Sunstreaker

RDaddy = Sideswipe

R&YDaddy = Twins speaking in unison from sparklings pov.


Sunstreaker's pov

This does not bode well. Bella hasn't been herself since we left the ranch.

{Bee: "Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that Arabella has been acting strange?"}

{Chromia: "I was just wondering the same thing."}

{Tia: "Its because of her family. They…well all she told me is that they tend to butt heads a lot at times."}

She said curiously. Bella didn't seem happy when we got home. I don't blame her for being upset. She obviously loves her family. But when we got back, she was just…off.

Flashback: four days' prior

Bella had finished a stack of reports, which for her is a rare occurrence. She always has her reports done they day they're assigned, and we haven't done anything to need a report. She had already cleared it with Prowl and Prime that she would be leaving for her Grandmother's estate a few days before us, and she had confirmed who would be accompanying us on this trip. Jazz, Bee, Hide, Chromia, Arcee, Tia, Jolt, Mirage, and Flareup would be coming with us this time. After that she kinda sulked for the rest of the day.

Even the sparklings knew that there was something wrong with her.

Maverick: "Mommy?"

Bella: "Yes my little grape seed?"

Freezefire: "You otay?"

She asked looking at her innocently. She smiled, told them that she was okay, but I knew she was lying. She just seemed distracted as she played with them. She's hiding something.

Bella: "Alright little ones, time for me to get ready to go."

Sides: "So soon? The day just started!"

Bella: "I know, but with having to get ready, and with the time difference I have to get going or I will be late."

Sides: "How long does a wash and wax take?"

Bella: "Longer since I have to triple wax myself. Love you guys, I'll come say bye before I leave."

She said as she kissed our sparklings. "Uh, I really think there's something wrong." My twin said, a look of shock on his face. We all looked shocked. Bella rarely waxes more than once a week! "Really wrong. She never double waxes, why would she triple wax?" I said looking at him. "Mommy not tay." Nightsinger said sadly as she shook her head.

End flashback

And she was right. After Bella left, Sides and I felt anger. Lots of anger. She's never this angry at anyone ever…except for when she's mad at the con's. But this is different. It's like a quite anger. A slow hatred that simmers for years and years. I know from experience.

{Mom: "That's an understatement. Our family with the exception of my mother tolerates us."}

{Kyler: "And by tolerate, she means hate."}

{Mom: "Well…perhaps hate is the wrong word…loathe would be more appropriate."}

{Bee: "Then why are we visiting them if you have such bad standing with them?"}

{Mom: "For my mother. We all love her, but she either doesn't want to see the truth about my cousins and sisters, that all they see when they see her is her money, or she's in a sweet sweet state of denial where she thinks we all love each other and get along."}

{Me: "You do not love your sisters?"}

{Mom: "At one point I did yes. But now? No. I barely feel any love for them at all. Years of abuse will do that to a person you know."}

{Me: "And why do they hate you?"}

{Mom: "Because I didn't marry whom they thought I should have."}

{Flareup: "Isn't whom you bond with your choice?"}

{Mom: "In most families yes. But in ours, it is tradition to marry your betrothed at seventeen or eighteen."}

{Hide: "Betrothed?"}

{Kyler: "Let us explain; way back when during the old ages of civil war and all that stuff, our family came stateside. Back then arranged marriage was the norm and acceptable."}

{Mom: "However, after the family lost most of its men to the war, and since our family had a good political standing in our territory, the women took over commanding the home front, and its business. They made good friends with the politicians and the lawmen who turned a blind eye to the way they ran things, allowing the women to control the family."}

{Kyler: "Throughout history the Brinks women became notable for their business, and participation in historic events. Some were spies for our country, some were smart and worked their way into seats of power, and others kept up with running exclusive chains of commerce and business."}

{Mom: "However, to keep this power, the women had to marry into to strong families. The men would take our name thinking that they would get some of the power in exchange for marrying into the family, but in reality very few men got any."}

{Chromia: "So this family is female dominated. Fascinating."}

{Mom: "Precisely. And as her mother, it was my job to ensure that Arabella married a man of good wealth and certain standards so that new wealth would be introduced into the family name."}

{Sides: "Certain standards?"}

{Mom: "(SIGH) My family prefers to keep our melanin in check. Being 'African-French-Americans' and all. One of my aunts insisted that I marry an African prince to ensure that our family didn't get any lighter in hue."}

{Me: "So we're too light?! THAT'S- "}

{Mom: "Something that we raised our kids not to care about. And since you're Lamborghinis, I highly doubt that your wealth will be questioned."}

{Me: "So that's why Bella's been acting so strange. She's concerned about how your family will take to us."}

{Sides: "Understandable. But I still think that things will go well. Funny how we married into wealth and didn't know it."}

{Mirage: "I have to wonder why she didn't mention it sooner."}

{Dad: "Because unlike most of the people you're about to meet, Bella and Kyler were raised to be modest. They know and understand the value of a dollar."}

{Kyler: "And to be honest the wealth won't be ours for a while. As it is, Bella will inherit more than me because she's a girl."}

{Arcee: "Why?"}

{Mom: "To ensure that the strong Brinks family name and customs continue being female dominated. Even your sparklings will receive different amounts in inheritance. My mother currently holds all of the inheritance. Only she knows who will get what in the end. She's super nice. I suggest getting on her good side."}

{Flareup: "And your other relatives?"}

{Mom: "Those bitches will do everything in their power to control you. Just be yourselves."}

{Mirage: "HOLY SLAG! YOUR FAMILY OWNS THE BRINKS TRUCK COMPANY?!"}

{Mom: "Yes. Started it, own it, and several others."}

{Bee: "Whoa! Your family is worth billions!"}

{Tia: "Billions?!"}

{Bee: "Billions. With a capital, bolded B."}

{Mirage: "And she calls me and aristocrat. It's in her lineage."}

He snorted as we continued to drive through the moist Louisiana country side. Have I mentioned how much I hate humidity? It gets into the joints and it stifles our engines, and overall it just feels gross. Condensation is truly a horrible thing.

[Sides: "She's angry again."]

[Me: "And as usual, she keeps pushing it off as being fine."]

[Sides: "Bae. Talk to us. What's bothering you?"]

[Me: "We'll take care of it."]

[Bella: "Don't. I'll be fine. Just…try to get along with my grandmother, try to stay calm around my overbearing family. And I use the phrase 'stay calm' loosely. Oh. And don't laugh."]

[Sides: "What was that last part?"]

[Bella: "Don't laugh. Like at all. My family could see it as rude, and frankly this is why Kyler and I made the 'no bringing home blackmail' rule. If they laugh and you think it's funny, laugh. But just try not to laugh at me."]

[Me: "Why would we laugh at you love?"]

[Bella: "You'll see."]

She said. She certainly sounded irritated, but the whole time she kept sending waves of love and joy over the bond, reassuring us that we weren't the cause of it. Is her family that bad?

[Sides: "I don't like this."]

[Me: "If she can't tolerate her own family, then what makes her think that we can. Especially with our previous track record?"]

[Sides: "You mean your track record. We're both known to be possessive, but you have the anger issues."]

[Me: "So do you fragger! Last I checked I didn't destroy our last base on my own."]

[Sides: "Yeah, well I don't provoke as easily as you. Somebody could just look at Bella wrong and you'd get in their face."]

[Me: "Touché. But she is a part of us now. And I hate being scrutinized."]

I said to him as we continued to drive to our Grandmother-in-law's mansion. The houses slowly grew larger, grander, in appearance as we drove on. Mom told us that the houses we were passing belonged to other family members. Finally, (and I mean it. The drive from where we ground bridged in, to the house was fragging long.) we arrived at the mansion. A house with thirty-five rooms with private bathrooms, twelve half bathrooms, a game room, a home theater, a massive dining hall, several acres of land, with several rose gardens, and a vegetable garden, a ballroom, four studies, two dens, and a kitchen only slightly bigger than the one we have on base. Not to forget to mention the horse stables, and the colossal multi-car garage.

When we pulled into the garage, we were all directed to separate parking spots. So far Sides and I were only two of three Lamborghinis. The rest of the cars were either old classics, Maserati's, Ferrari's, Bugatti's, Lincolns, and Cadillacs. Thank Primus that the man directing us had us parked away from the door in a dry area. Even better we were parked next to Bella. She flashed her headlights silently saying hello. As we all stepped out to stretch our legs (so to speak) Mom walked over to another man, the guy who helped us park, and air kissed his cheeks while he did the same.

Mom: "Georgy!"

Georgy: "Trestinia! My my, it's been ages girl!"

Mom: "Not really. I just saw you at the last funeral."

Georgy: "Mhmm. Ah but that was like two years ago and I miss my girlfriend!"

Mom: "Not as much as you miss your boyfriend!"

Georgy: "Oooo! That was so mean! I see your dander is up. You know the family is ready for you."

Mom: "Don't I know it?"

Georgy: "Mhmm, speaking of family let me introduce myself; I am George Heathspike, but I go by Georgy. I am the butler of the manor, but more importantly I am the favorite family friend of this one!"

He chuckled giving mom a side hug. "Guys, this is the guy who helped me sneak out and meet James."

Georgy: "Took long enough! What ELSE is a sixteen-year-old to do after curfew in the south of France? Certainly not study!"

Mom: "Hahaha! Touché! And look at how it turned out!"

Georgy: "I'll say! Bella already confided in me of Yawl's arrival. You two ought to be Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, am I right?"

Sides: "Yeah, that's us. How'd you know?"

Georgy: "Oh she told everybody bout ya'll. Naturally with the exception of Magnolia, and those of us on the staff, no one believed her."

Mom: "Bunch of snooty bitches."

Georgy: "Though I agree, I wanna keep my job. C'mon I'll show ya'll to the parade."

Me: "Parade?"

Georgy: "Yeah. Every year, the young ladies who may court ride in on horses in a grand parade, in the clothing of our ancestors. Bella will close it out this year. Oh! That reminds me! Bella said that ya'll are real particular bout your cars. While you have vehicles here, the staff will make sure that they are well taken care of. Washing and waxing when the appearance of the vehicle is anything less than flawless. Even now, we have staff preparing to remove the grime from them as we speak. And not to worry, we only use the finest products, and the best technicians who know how to use them properly."

He said as he continued to lead us out of the garage and to an area where several men and women stood around craning their necks trying to see a track, adorned with bright blue, red, and white decorations. Georgy lead us to a platform where we could sit and watch the parade.

Georgy: "Okay, here we are! Just yell if you need me."

He said with a wink as he left us. "Ah, new blokes. Tell me, who are you hear for?" Said a fair haired, tanned guy. By his accent I'd guess he was English. "Mmm. Hope they're not here for Shelby. I hope so badly to court her." Another said. He was tan like Jazz, and he carried a single rose.

Sides: "We are here for our dearly beloved, Arabella Brinks."

"I am sorry my friend. But I do not believe that you will be happy."

Me: "Oh, and why is that?"

"Because, she is the prize that many men here are seeking. She has played hard to get for years, always denying our approaches. But no more! Her aunt guaranteed that she would become one of ours this day!"

A particularly dark fellow said from behind us. He held a ring box. Oh, frag no.

Sides: "Ahem. So. How many of you are looking to court Arabella?"

He asked casually. He's just as pissed as I am. At least half of the men on the platform raised their hands. Which was a solid twenty.

{Mirage: "Oh slag. Well this'll be entertaining."}

{Jazz: "Ya'll remain calm. We don' need ya flippin' yo slag on va-cay. Al'righ?"}

{Me: "We're calm. Our femme pushed them away before, and she's ours now."}

{Sides: "And besides like Bella said about us on the eve of our wedding; we won the game. She is our prize. No one else can have her."}

{Me: "All of these worthless men are in the past. Insignificant, meaningless. She will only be shared between Sides and I."}

Me: "Ahem. We'll see who wins her heart by the end of the day."

The men snorted and chuckled, giving us a look that told us that they thought they had the advantage. Poor, poor deluded fools. After another few minutes a women made her way to the microphone nearby, Mom told me that she was Satan incarnate. Her eldest sister, Gloria.

Gloria: "Good morning to you all! Today we Brinks gladly continue the rich tradition of finding suitable husbands for our lovely daughters. A tradition that we have practiced for centuries! The Brinks family is one of tradition, and excellence, as you'll notice by the young ladies' attire. Tonight, you will all be treated to a ball, with a special performance by both our daughters and sons, as well as a feast. But before we kick off the festivities, I would like to lead you in a prayer."

{Bella: "Just fragging go with it. Bow your heads and close your eyes…if you want. I aint doing it."}

She said as he aunt began the prayer. She prayed for safety, wealth, good fortune to the family, good marriages, and that a man named Jesus would keep us all on the righteous path. I have no idea what she meant by that, but it's not my job to understand humans many beliefs in religion. Once she was through another woman (Another sister of mom's named Fildenia…which sounds like 'Phil-deen-e-ah'.) stepped forward as a grand symphony orchestra began to play a loud march behind her as she read off the names of girls riding in on horses. Big horses.

Maverick: "Ooooooo! Pwetty!"

He cooed from where he sat on Tia's lap. "Aren't they? They're Clydesdales. Very big and strong."

Tia cooed back at him.

{Flareup: "And they appear in several beer commercials for some odd reason."}

{Mirage: "Humans. Who knows."}

He shrugged. As the parade of girls continued past. Heh, now I understand why Bella told us not to laugh. They look absolutely ridiculous! All of the girls are wearing these…massive dresses while somehow managing to ride with both of their legs on one side of the horse while not falling over. Some had large hats on, some had bows, others had feathers. In their gloved hands each held a small delicate lace fan in front of their faces, smiling or nodding at us and the crowd as they rode by.

{Bella: "So help me Primus. If any of you say a word about what I look like- "}

{Bee: "Heehee! We'll…we'll…heeheehee!"}

{Jazz: "We'll regret it?"}

He snickered, trying to hide his laughter, unlike Bee, who could barely contain his giggles. Thank Primus we can keep straight faces at times like these.

{Bella: "Say anything or mention anything to the bots back home, and I sincerely promise that those who do will be personally magnetized to the ceiling by moi! That goes double for my name."}

She snarled as the com went silent.

"And closing our parade, we have a young lady whom we previously feared to have passed away in a traumatic accident."

Crowd: "Ohhhh."

{Bella: "BULLSHIT! None of them actually cared!"}

"But, she is quite alright! It is my pleasure to introduce Ms. Arabella Constanza Brinks!"

Her aunt continued as the crowd cooed a soft oh that turned into loud cheers of joy. She rode out, and it took every ounce of will power that we had not to laugh at her. Her hair was pinned back with heavy curls that bounced lightly with each step the horse took. A bright blue feather waved from its place in her hair as she dismounted the horse with the aid of another gentleman. Her dress was so long that it touched the ground. Not only that, but it billowed out, making her waist look absolutely tiny. The top of her dress had a slight plunge, allowing just the tiniest amount of cleavage to show while her shoulders were covered at the base with a strap of some sort. Overall she looked both stunning and horrific in that obnoxiously bright, cadmium yellow, ruffled, mess of a dress.

We were lead to the ballroom where she was waiting for us, sipping daintily from a glass of ice tea.

Bella: "Don't. Say. A single word."

She hissed at us as we walked over to her. Now she's being honest with us, she's just not comfortable in the least.

Arcee: "Ahem…Ah…uh..uhm. Wh…what are you wearing?"

Bella: "A dress. A very large, heavy, hot dress."

Chromia: "Why? You obviously don't like it."

Bella: "For my grandmother. Primus. It's hard to breath!"

She sighed setting down her tea.

Jolt: "Just what all do you have on? If I may ask as your medic."

Bella: "I have on, a hoop skirt, pantaloons, heels, several layers of petticoats, a corset, and finally the dress. It all weighs about twenty-eight pounds."

Jolt: "You are actually wearing the dress? Not…projecting it?"

He said looking around at the people mingling to make sure that no one heard.

Bella: "I had to. We all changed together, which let me tell you, was not nearly as fun as it sounds.

She said keeping the fan in front of her lower face, allowing us to see only her eyes as she rolled them.

Me: "Hey beautiful."

I said coming up on her side, while Sideswipe came up on the other. She sent waves of love and joy over the bond as she batted her long eyelashes up at us.

[Bella: "So you met the other suiters huh?"]

[Me: "Those fraggers won't touch you. I won't allow it."]

[Sides: "I'm with Sunny baby. I don't feel like adding a fourth person to our relationship."]

[Bella: "Neither do I. These guys have been after me since I was twelve."]

Her eyes twinkled when she saw our looks of shock.

Bella: "Traditionally, a Brinks girl gives birth to her first born before her twenty first birthday."

Flareup: "So that is why your parental units look so young. You and Kyler were born…"

Mom: "Before I turned twenty-five. We begin courting at a young age, only appropriate ages are courted with each other. Twelve year olds with other twelve year olds. Never does an age gap begin to become a factor until they reach fourteen or higher."

Kyler: "Those guys are in their early twenties. So they planned ahead to try and woo her when they could. Bas- "

"Language." Came from a pair of women behind Kyler. I saw a look of annoyance flash on mom and Bella's face briefly before they were talking and smiling happily. Turns out it was another two of mom's sisters; Tallulah, and Lydia. They introduced us to so many family members that I lost track. Not that they matter. We're only here for Bella. But the more people they introduced us to, the more I think they were trying to keep us away from Bella, they even introduced us to their own daughters (most likely to try and marry them off).

Bella was slowly beginning to be surrounded by the men we spoke to earlier. Some giving her flowers, others chocolate. One even produced several pairs of gem studded earrings. She simply smiled and tried to deny the gifts, but it was no use. It was if she were surrounded by vultures.

Third Person's pov

"I feel like I'm surrounded by vultures." Arabella moaned internally as yet another man approached her with a wide dazzling smile that would charm anyone. But she was bonded, and bonded to twins from Kaon no less. She wasn't interested, and knew that their possessive behavior would soon turn up. All she really wanted was to sit and play with her sparklings, but she could no longer see them now that she had a man from Spain trying to put the moves on her. All she could do was smile and nod politely, trying to push them away. But these men didn't take no for an answer.

{Bella: "Somebody…anybody…get these guys away from me before I give into temptation and punch one out!"}

{Arcee: "Tia and I have you. What happened to the twins?"}

{Bella: "My no good aunts are distracting them!"}

Bella expected as much from them. The minute she explained what happened to her, they and most of her cousins brushed it off as a lie. And since her mom was MIA they saw fit to spread the word that she was fit to be married, and that she would be betrothed to a man before she was shipped off to France in the fall. She knew that they were distracting the twins so that (theoretically) another suiter could come and try to make arrangements for her. She knew that they were already prejudiced against them because of the beautiful olive hue of their skin. She knew they were trying to keep them at bay, because they were holding her sons and daughters. She was beyond livid, but more than anything, she was sad. She missed her husband's greatly. After having to spend four days alone with people she greatly abhorred she could use some cheering up from her mechs. She just wanted to be with them, and her sparklings.

Feeling the intense sadness and distress over the bond, the twins fought the urge to go charging through the crowd to their mate. They watched helplessly as she was engulfed by men, watching as some offered her gifts, some asking her to join them on the floor with her other family members for a dance, and they especially watched the five that held ring boxes. They certainly wanted to maul some people. But they couldn't. They didn't want to hurt Bella. Thankfully, Tia and Arcee started asking them questions, trying to distract them long enough for Bella to get away.

They tried for hours but it was no use. The men were persistent. Finally, Bella managed to slip away from the group as they began boasting to each other about who would provide better for her. Following her, the twins stopped in the kitchen, where she went into the fridge and grabbed a flute of Champaign. She swallowed the Champaign quickly and sat the flute on the counter mournfully.

Sensing her pain, the twins wrapped her in a soft loving embrace. "I hate them." She murmured into their chests. "We know. We do too." They said gently kissing her on the cheek. The staff looked on, smiling to themselves. They had believed Bella, and were pleased to see just how much her husbands loved her. They would've stayed that way, but a maid approached them and tapped Bella on the shoulder gently.

Bella: "(Sigh) I have to go. I'm being called to change."

Sides: "Alright. Are you going to be okay?"

Bella: "No. And for a lot of reasons. But I do love you two with all my heart."

She said as she was led away. The twins returned to the ballroom to find the other bots standing around watching the crowd grow in one area of the room. "There ya are! The performance is gonna start soon!" Jazz said as he handed Nightsinger and Freezefire back to the twins. Pulse and Maverick sat contently in their grandparent's arms as they bounced and swayed them gently to the classical music. A few minutes later, there was a soft crackle of a microphone as Gloria spoke up.

Gloria: "Hello to you all. I am glad to see that you are all having a good time, and that you are meeting with each other to find the proper suiters for our daughters. This performance is one that has been a part of our long list of tradition since its arrival to the U.S. The young ladies, and gentlemen you are about to see, are ready to quart and marry, some will be as young as twelve, and oldest being eighteen. Without further ado, I present to you the Brinks.

{Bella: "So help me Primus. If any of you laugh, record, or stream this back to the base, Kyler and I will rain down on you with a sibling's wrath worse than the twins for five hundred moons… or until we feel we have gotten even and satisfied our need for revenge."}

She said as she fell into line with the girls in front of her. She lined up in her short dress and heeled dance shoes internally growling. Her hair hung down her back in a curly ponytail. Slightly re-adjusting her hat she took her place in front of the crowed with her group. When the music started she kissed the last of her dignity goodbye.

The twins were confused. Why was their mate so apprehensive to dance? She loved dancing. Looking over to their comrades they saw the stunned look on Tia's face that slowly morphed into one of muffled humor.

{Sides: "What's so funny?"}

{Tia: "They're…going to dance the can can."}

{"What?"}

Flareup asked as she watched the girls squeal as their male dance partners lifted them into the air before setting them down. Right after that Bella and her group turned around and lifted their skirts, shaking their afts at them. Jazz coughed in vain trying to cover his laugh as Kyler twirled.

Clapping to the beat the crowd watched as the girls did cartwheels that lead into a very long spinning chorus line. When the line dispersed Bella and her group came up behind, one arm under their left leg as it kicked out, the other held high above her head. She was smiling from ear to ear, but her eyes clearly said that she wanted nothing more than to kill somebody as she turned around and flashed the room with her panties again.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe choked when they read her underwear. It read in embroidered navy blue cursive; Property of S.S. The fact that it was on lacy red and gold underwear made them sputter and cough more, trying so very hard not to laugh at their sparkmate as she hooked arms with another girl, and then raised her right leg high above her head as they hopped in a full circle linked together. Soon after that, the girls lined up holding one leg above their heads. Kyler back flipped across the floor in front of them, and they dropped to the floor in a split as he passed. Kyler and the other male dancers did a repeat of Bella's earlier chorus line before they dispersed twirling and back flipping away as the girls continued to lift their skirts and dance. As the girls cartwheeled across the floor, Kyler and the other male dancers repeated the girl's lifted leg circle.

The bots were dying of laughter over the open com. link. Having all been in meetings with the earth's politicians, they found keeping a straight face relatively easy. But they wanted so badly to laugh. Arabella and Kyler looked so ridiculous as they spun into a left split when the music ended. Both smiling wide and panting from the effort the dance took. The crowd cheered as they took a bow.

The twins grinned as they looked wickedly at their brother-in-law.

Kyler: "So help me God. If any of you mention a word…!"

Sides: "Mmmph. Wh…why didn't you tell us you were so…flexible?"

He chortled making Kyler glare even darker.

Jolt: "I was not aware that the males of your species were able to move in such a way…on purpose."

Kyler: "Well it's not something I like to bring up and show people. And so help me, if anyone at base finds out- "

Chromia: "Don't worry twinkle toes. Your secret is safe with us."

Mirage: "Indeed. Wouldn't want you to be embarrassed."

He chuckled at the soldier's expense. While the bots were laughing, Bella was trying desperately to get away. However, the suitors cornered her on the staircase. All five were getting down on one knee and holding up their rings. Varying in size and colors. One was estimated to be worth ten million.

"Arabella Constanza Brinks. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

They asked in unison. Those thirteen words were uttered just loud enough for the whole room to hear them. This immediately caught the attention of the whole room. Some of her relatives cooed aww's others cooed ohhh's over the rings and for the fact that five men wanted her simultaneously. All that she could think to say (Which she couldn't out of mortification) was "oh no". Her mother, brother, father and husbands saw this, their eyes wide with a mix of anger and horror.

"Of course she would!" Cried her aunt Gloria from behind her. Bella whipped her head around in shock to see her most hated relative smiling brightly, as if she had been offered the proposal. James winced internally as his wife handed him Pulse. She stormed past the bots radiating pure fury with her son-in-law's trailing behind her lividly.

James: "You guys are about to witness something truly frightening."

He said as family members and guests parted for his wife like the red sea. Trestinia regained her composure mid stride putting on a very haughty façade as she stormed up the stairs and over to her sister.

Trestinia: "Ahem. Gloria? What do you think you're doing?"

She asked sweetly. Her commanding southern twang hung on the air keeping all eyes on her.

Gloria: "Oh Trestinia! I didn't know you were here! Isn't it wonderful? Your daughter has five potential husbands to choose from!"

Sunstreaker: "Seven."

Gloria: "Excuse me?"

Sideswipe: "He didn't stutter. He said that she has seven husbands to choose from. Ourselves included."

He snapped. The crowed was taken aback by his shortness. Trestinia and Arabella weren't however. Looking to her sister, Trestinia glared good and hard. Gloria was unfazed, her little sister was always ruining traditions! Always ruining her fun! Well she wouldn't let her continue to screw up her only daughter any further.

Gloria: "Now now, Trestinia. You should be glad that your daughter will uphold the family tradition!"

Trestinia snorted. She didn't believe in half of the "traditions" that her family kept. But thankfully she could use one to her advantage.

Trestinia: "You know what? I am. But tradition also mandates that if more than one suiter asks for the hand of a lady from the Brinks household, they must duel for her hand."

She said hoping that it would work in scaring off the men. Unfortunately, all agreed that they would fight for her, the winner taking her hand. The crowd of men then began to bicker about how the duel would be held and over what weapons to use. Finally, Arabella had had enough. Putting on her best "I am far superior to all of you" face she cleared her throat loudly.

Bella: "I propose that a sword fight be held. Fencing lancers will be used in place of blades so that no harm is caused. I will personally battle against you, as it is my hand in marriage that you are fighting for. Whomever I yield to, will receive my hand in marriage."

She claimed snottily as she descended the stair case. "Be that as I may, I would prefer to do battle with some one more of my caliber. What say you two? Yes, you, the twins. Perhaps you can prove challenging." The fair haired suiter said. Not one to back down from a challenge, the twins accepted.

After a few moments of shuffling, room was made for the duelers as they prepared to fight. The suitor never had a chance. In two steps, he blocked a strike from Sideswipe and then had his lance parried away by Sunstreaker. Looking greatly insulted, he glared at them. "Just who are you two?"

Sides: "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe."

Sunny: "Brothers extraordinaire."

Sides: "Now I believe it is time for you to stop ogling our wife."

"She isn't yours yet. You two aren't even handsome enough to score a wife that attractive!" He snarled as he turned and began to stalk off. Sunstreaker couldn't resist his anger this time. Demonstrating perfect form, he ran up and punted the man square in his pants, sending him a good three feet high and four feet forward. With a loud shriek, the suitor landed back on his ass.

Snickering the two fist bumped as the man turned around rubbing his sore behind. Just as he was about to make a snappy comeback, Arabella intervened. She held back a smile as she looked to the suiter.

Bella: "My apologies. Please let us dual."

"I would never fight a lady such as yourself. A creature as gorgeous as you should never be made to fight."

He said bowing to her. He stepped away allowing another man to take his place. This one, the one who told the twins that she had been avoiding their advances for years grinned as he stepped forward ready to win. Bella smiled gracefully as she picked up a sword bowing to her opponent. The suitor was more skilled then she thought, but not enough. Having used swords to fight and train every day for nearly a year gave her the upper hand. She gracefully spun away from his advances, and once even slid under him to his rear where he blocked her advance.

The twins were proud to say the least. But they were ready for the façade to end.

[Bella: "Don't worry, I'm through playing."]

[Sides: "Good. The sparklings miss you."]

[Bella: "And I missed them and you two too. Oh…one more second."]

She said as she spun away for the third time. The man tried to advance once more only for his sword to be parried away by Bella, who angled her move just right so that she could catch the sword.

Bella: "An honest effort, but unfortunately you are not to be my husband. There are only two people here who can beat me in a sword fight. And they are my husbands. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."

The crowd gasped, and her aunts and cousins fumed with anger. She strode over to her husbands and wrapped them in a loving embrace, which was one that they gladly reciprocated.

Fildenia: "Now That is enough of your lies Arabella!"

Lydia: "You simply can not be married! You wouldn't dare to ruin tradition!"

Bella: "I am married. I did dare. And I don't care. I couldn't be happier!"

She crowed as she ripped off her glove to reveal the holographic version of the ring the twins gave her. For the umpteenth time the crowd gasped, making her roll her eyes.

Bella: "Furthermore, I also have four little ones of my own. Speaking of which, they have missed me quite a bit, and it is time for them to eat. So if you will excuse me, I and my husbands are going to find a nice quiet, area and feed them. We will return only when we are certain our family is ready."

She said as she picked up her sons and quietly stormed out of the room with her husbands.


A/N: Hey. College is real. Not gonna lie...this fic isn't getting much attention. I've contemplated ending it early, and I just don't know. If you guys like it...please tell me. If you don't, tell me what to fix. Be honest. I gave up my whole weekend instead of doing homework for this. I need the love.

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