Hello there!

I promised there will be a second book and here it is! The adventures of Victoria is just beggining.

When people have huge expectations weighing them down they tend to do stupid things and I was no exception. How could I not be when I'm the daughter of the famous figure skater Elisabeth Osborne and the legendary Megatron of Kaon? But seriously. I fucked up big time, and this is the story of how.

But something's bugging me
Something ain't right

I woke up on my desk to the sound of my alarm clock, surrounded by my university books. Groaning, I opened my eyes and felt like I'd just been through a washing machine, when I slapped the snooze button. The exams were really taking a toll on my physical and mental health, but I knew I had to hold out a little longer. Soon this nightmare would end, and I'd get my master's degree. My dad would be so proud, he might even cry. Something I would pay to see.

Thinking about my dad, I suddenly realized how quiet everything was, especially for a Saturday. Glancing at the gray alarm clock on my desk, I saw it was already nine o'clock. So, why was the house so quiet? Yawning, I made my way down to the kitchen to see if my parents had left a note about where they'd gone. To my surprise, I found a cake on the table. It hit me then–today was my birthday.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Victoria, happy birthday to you." Could anything be cheesier than my own parents still singing Happy Birthday on my 23rd birthday? But I loved it. It was part of our weird family dynamic.

"Thank you for remembering my birthday because I totally forgot about it," I said, laughing and feeling a bit embarrassed as I hugged both of my parents and Ravage came by my legs, rubbing against it, doing some 'cat things' as he likes to put it.

"Really? You used to stay up all night and get us out of bed at midnight to get your presents when you were little," my mother said, smiling gleefully, her ginger hair put in its usual tight bun.

"That was a long time ago. Also, the quiet gave you away," I shrugged, cutting a piece from the cake, which had the evilly smiling face of Tom Hiddleston's Loki on it. My mom always knew which fictional man I was currently fangirling over, and Loki was her favorite too. Not so surprising as after all she married a warlord.

"Next year, we'll make sure to argue," my dad said while he sat down to read the newspaper, pushing his reading glasses higher.

"Thanks, Dad, I know it'll be fun listening to you and mom constantly bickering. But on the topic of presents… Can I go and see Uncle Optimus?" I asked excitedly. I loved going to Cybertron. It was like a real-life Cyberpunk 2077, except the planet's inhabitants were huge transforming robotic organisms. Well, I was also kinda a huge transforming robotic organism, but not really. My dad and I were something Shockwave called Bitransforming Cyber-deoxyribonucleic acid beings. In theory, we could convert our CNA to DNA and vice versa using a hormone. Fancy, right? I always found it funny that there was science behind something that an actual god gave to my dad. He told stories about how he became human, fell in love with my mom, saved Cybertron, buried the hatchet with Uncle Optimus, and got this transformation ability from Primus as a gift for defeating Unicron.

"And here she goes," my dad sighed, remembering how long it had been since he last met Optimus. "Your uncle is a very busy Prime,"

"But daaaaaaad!" I groaned, annoyed as I opened my arms. "Uncle Optimus always has time for his favorite niece! He loves me!" He of course loved me but I always felt he shepherded me towards taking up a role in the cybertronian High Council if for nothing more, to atone for my father's mistakes.

"You are his only niece," my dad said, his expression as stoic as ever. He did not like me going there. He never did and I barely saw him ever visiting Cybertron. It was always my uncle coming. I know his self-imposed exile is something he took seriously, but was he never curious about what happened with his home?

"What about cousin Bee? I think he's free" I moved on, knowing my cousin is more than likely to help me with my endeavors of all kinds.

"I am not letting you go anywhere with your cousin. After what happened last time…"

"Jeez, that was ONE time. I promise I'll be a good girl!"

"It took a whole day for Ratchet to put your arm back together and a month to rebuild the buildings you blew up," my dad explained, narrowing his eyes and pushing up his reading glasses again.

"Not like you never ever blew up buildings!" I retorted, pointing at him with my fork. "You were a warlord, Dad. You blew up not only buildings but cities, ships, and basically everything that could be blown up."

"Don't look at me. I wasn't there at that part of your life," my mom said, noticing my dad's 'please back me up' eyes.

"If you were, maybe I wouldn't have blown up things," he looked at her and sighed, defeated. "But you have to promise me not to cause any trouble!"

"Pinky promise, Dad!" I proclaimed excitedly, using the sacred act of pinky promise.

After the pinky promise had been sealed, I spent the rest of the morning pretending to focus on my studies. I knew my parents had no idea what I had really planned for my birthday. My mind kept drifting to Cybertron and the upcoming match. It wasn't just the thrill of the fight that had me excited, it was about proving something. Maybe to the world, but mostly to myself.

By noon, I'd already prepared everything for my trip. Of course, I couldn't tell Dad I was planning to head straight into the pits of Kaon for my usual arena fight. It was, after all, his old stomping grounds, and I had a sneaking suspicion that the idea of his daughter following in his footsteps. Especially those footsteps, wouldn't go down well. That was the reason I let my uncle shepherd me towards that spot in the council. It gave me an alibi for my fights. So 'helping Uncle with the council' became my go-to lie to my parents, especially my dad, if I was heading for a fight.

I mean, I knew what I was doing, right?

The spacebridge flickered to life (yes of course my family had a personal spacebridge in our garage) as soon as I activated it, and stepped through it, my cousin Bumblebee was there, flashing that rebellious grin of his. Perfect timing, as always.

"So Bee, are you ready to roll?" I said as I excitedly jumped on my cousin when he walked out of the spacebridge.

"Ready as always, Vicky!" he laughed, hugging me back.

Uncle always said that he found it strange how the once obedient and dutiful scout of his had become this rebellious knight. No one, not even him, but me noticed how everyone's high expectations for my cousin to become the next Prime had pressured him into rebelling as a coping mechanism. Living up to such high expectations was something I was too familiar with. And in that I found a common ground with him. That I liked to exploit sometimes. Though it mainly consisted of covering each other's afts.

"Anyway, are you really sure you're up against Onslaught in the arena?" he asked, being the worrier in our duo.

"Yeah, of course I am. Especially on my birthday," I stated as we transformed into our alt modes and headed towards Kaon, where we met up with Steeljaw, my childhood friend and an ex-Decepticon. Why is he my childhood friend? Well… that's a story for another time.

"Nice to see you, my Lady," he showed me that fleshy smile of his. "But not you, Knight."

"I can kick your aft if you wish," Bumblebee and Steeljaw had beef going on. If that wasn't obvious already.

"It's my birthday, guys. Cease the tension before I decide to write that juicy Bumblebee x Steeljaw fanfic I had an idea for," I giggled teasingly as I walked past my friends.

"No way I'm letting you do that!" Bee shouted at my laughing self. He even grumbled, "You'd better not even think about writing that fanfic," but the playful spark in his voice showed he knew I wasn't serious. Even though I had that fanfiction in my drafts for sometime now.

As we zoomed through the streets I felt the thrill in my circuits, the excitement. These fights were the only times I felt truly like myself, like who I was supposed to be. I felt so free when I defeated them all that every night I laid in bed, I could only worry about it. Worrying about becoming the monster my own father used to be.

"I heard they started calling you Winstreak. How do you feel about that?" Steeljaw suddenly spoke up as we arrived, diverting my attention.

"I'm happy I earned a name in the pits. Also, it's easier to maintain my real identity. I hate being treated like some kind of princess, like in the High Council" I explained. "Oh, Victoria, can I pour you energon because you're so important that you can't pour energon to yourself" I mimicked the voice of the helpers that are there when there's a long-ass, boring meeting I'm kinda forced to attend.

"Hard to overlook that you're Megatron's daughter. You're special in every possible way" he chuckled like he told me a good joke. Stelljaw's jokes were anything but funny. Usually.

I rolled my optics. "Yeah, special. Right. The daughter of a galactic warlord with a record a mile long. Just the kind of 'special' I love being known for," I joked, though I could sense the weight of the truth in those words. Steeljaw knew it too. Or I really hoped he did for his own sake.

Bee chimed in, his voice cautious, "Does he know you're planning to fight in the same arena he did a millennia ago?"

"Hell, no. He'd get a heart attack and then ground me for eternity," I giggled. "I understand his concern, though. It comes from a place of fear. He fears that one day I'll become him in every worst way possible."

"Do you fear that?"

"With friends like you two, I have nothing to fear" I said, pulling both Bumblebee and Steeljaw into a hug.

They tensed for a moment, like they were expecting some attack, and I sensed it. The war may be over for over 23 years now, but for them it's like never left. I never experienced war, only heard from it like everyone.

"Sorry for that" Bumblebee said as he noticed that I noticed.

"Old habits die hard," Steeljaw agreed.

"Hiya guys! Long time no see!" came the excited voice of Mei and I could see Bumblebee rolling his optics so hard I was afraid it's gonna pop out at any moment. However I just teasingly poked his side as I looked down at my human friend, who conveniently also spent too much time at Cybertron. The infamous Mei Darby was someone who nobody could have ever imagined. Totally not because she was the child of both Jack Darby and Miko Nadakai. But anyone who knew her, knows how much of an accidental child she was, basically the only thing gluing her parents together.

"Sneaked off again to see me?" I asked her, smirking as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Come on! Jasper is as boring as it can get! And unfortunately for me the only thing that my parents can agree on is about not letting me have cool adventures!"

"I know Earth can get boring sometimes but you're like what? 16?" I looked at her and she nodded.

"Yeah, and at that age my mom was already a Wrecker and my dad was sent to what Cybertron was before Optimus and everyone rebuilt it!" She argued with me.

"Hard to argue with that," Bumblebee nodded, being the one who was there when Mei's parents were just children. "You're uncle?"

"Uncle Raf is as rich as he can be. He even gave me a car for my birthday. I mean maybe he has the police up in his ass, but he'll be fine. For him, hacking can solve anything" Mei explained.

"They grew up so fast," Bee said nostalgically, remembering the time Rafael Esquivel was just an 11 year old boy.

"Alright, back to topic. We must go to Maccadam's after Victoria's victory, they're selling Energon shakes" Mei explained excitedly and I just looked at her confused.

"You know you can't drink energon as it's highly toxic to humans, right?"

"Yeah, but to remind you, my Uncle Bulkhead works there, and as his only and favorite niece, he keeps real milk there just for me" Mei grinned widely.

I laughed as Mei's excitement bubbled over. It was hard not to get caught up in her energy, even if her plans sometimes strayed into the ridiculous. "Well, that settles it. We're definitely going to Maccadam's after I wipe the floor with Onslaught. I need to see this infamous milkshake operation of yours."

"Absolutely!" she smiled as we arrived into the arena. I felt the eyes on me and my unusual companions. We were an interesting bunch. The knight of Cybertron, an ex-decepticon who tried to restart the war, the human who probably spent more time on Cybertron than Earth and of course me, the literal daughter of Megatron.

"Take care. I don't want to explain this to either your dad or Optimus if you end up in a medbay" Bumblebee said as the others already headed for the viewing platforms.

"You know why I'm Winstreak, right? Because I'm…" started to say.

"On a winning streak" we finished my sentence with Bee. "Yeah I get it" he nodded. "But please… I have seen Onslaught on the battlefield."

"Bee" I said, putting my hands on his shoulderplates with an uncharacteristically serious expression on my face. "You know me better than anyone. You saw what I can do."

"Cyclonus tore your arm off" he said with a hint of nostalgia in his voice, reminding me of what happened when I was like 13.

"But I got…" I started to say but he cut me off.

"Cyclonus tore your arm off" he said again, this time with more confidence. "And nothing has changed ever since. It's not about winning or not Vicky. It's about the consequences of your actions."

"You know better than anyone why I exactly fight. You know better than anyone the shame I feel after it" I smiled bittersweet, knowing I had to rise up to these challenges if I ever wanted to be more than a shadow on the wall. I knew I was born for greatness. I just had to prove it. Even if it meant to go against the very people I love.

"This is a house of cards waiting to fall," he said with conviction in his voice. Why was he so intent on talking me down from this fight?

"No pain, no gain, Bee. Never forget that" I told him as I gave him a hug and ran into the Arena. This was my time, and I will shine.

I heard the crowd chant Winstreak as I walked through the gates. I felt the thrill in my circuits, an excitement in my spark that even the towering form of Onslaught couldn't sniff out. I knew his tragic backstory of how he is the only combaticon that survived the Great War. But when I looked at him I was unsure if he really did.

"So you're the kid everyone's talking about, huh?" he asked with a grin, lifting up his blaster. "Skinny little creature you are."

"I'm tougher than I look" I shrugged, drawing out my arm blades to fight with. "Why do you think I'm called Winstreak?" I smirked as I prepared to attack, while a song started. I would never fight without one going in the background.

They call me wild child
So what you heard 'bout me?

I sped up without thinking, running towards him as I dodged the shots coming toward me. When I reached him I sliced his blaster in half with my blades as he grabbed me by my wrist. Onslaught's grip tightened around my it, and in an instant, I was airborne. He flung me like I was just some ragdoll, sending me crashing hard against the far wall of the arena. The impact rattled my frame, but I quickly pushed myself up, the thrill of the fight still coursing through me. The crowd roared, some cheering, others gasping at the sight of me getting thrown.

"Not bad," I muttered to myself, rolling my shoulders as I prepared to strike again. I felt the music in my systems, syncing up with my movements as I dashed toward him once more, faster this time. I had to be faster if I wanted to beat someone like him.

"You think speed's gonna save you, kid?" Onslaught sneered, readying his fists for another strike. His size was definitely an advantage, but I wasn't intimidated. In fact, I loved fighting bigger opponents, it just made the victory that much sweeter.

I ducked under his punch at the last second, my movements fluid as I slid between his legs, slashing at his knee joints. Sparks flew as my blades connected with metal, and Onslaught grunted in pain.

"Don't underestimate me," I called out, dodging another swing as he tried to retaliate.

I could feel his frustration growing, and I smirked. This was my element, my domain. Not just Megatron's daughter, not just someone living under the shadow of the past. I was Winstreak, and I earned that name. Every fight reminded me of that.

Onslaught stumbled slightly from my attacks, and I seized the moment. I leaped up, bringing both blades down with precision. He managed to block with his forearm, but the force of my strike knocked him back a few steps.

"I see why they call you Winstreak now," he grunted, wiping the energon dripping from the cut I'd left. "But don't think you're walking out of here without a few dents."

I grinned. "You'd be surprised how many dents I've survived." My optics locked onto his weak points. Small, barely noticeable, but there. I just had to wear him down enough to exploit them.

The crowd's chants grew louder, fueling me. This was it. The final push. I surged forward, a blur of movement, as Onslaught raised his arms to defend. But I wasn't aiming for his chest or head like he expected; I dropped low and swept his legs out from under him.

He crashed to the ground, the arena shaking from the impact, and before he could recover, I was on top of him, blades at his throat. And the crowd went wild.

"Thank you for giving me a fight worth my time" he said a bit hoarse as his yellow optics met my crimson ones. "Now give me a death worthy of a warrior."

My blades hovered over his throat as I looked at him bewildered. I never killed before and the new pit fights did not require the opponent to die anymore. I was no killer, but as I looked at him I knew he wasn't really alive either. The moment he lost his brothers his spark died along them. In a sense.

"You deserved better" I whispered to him as the crowd chanted Winstreak. "Till all are one." Then, a moment later I slashed his throat with my blade.

I watched his optics dim and the light go out in them. I freed him from the shell of a life he was living. I knew I had to do it. I had to because no one else will. I looked at my blades tainted with the energon he spilled when I made my final blow.

Who am I really? What is my purpose in this world?

I had no answers, that's why I was here. I knew since I was a child that I was fundamentally different from everyone I knew. I was never fully a human, neither a cybertronian. I was just Victoria, the same little girl who had been chasing her destiny since she could walk.

Then I looked up and noticed my father in his cybertronian form and uncle standing next to him on the stands. Bumblebee was right. This was really just a house of cards waiting to fall. And now it did.

"No, no, no" I repeated to myself as I backed away. I needed to get out because I can't face him after this. So I did what every respectable 23 year old would do. Ran away, into the streets of Kaon like I was just shot out of a cannon. The narrow streets of Kaon blurred as I weaved through them, passing by towering buildings and cybertronians who barely registered my presence.

It wasn't just Onslaught. It was everything. The pressure. The expectations. Being Megatron's daughter and living in the shadow of one of the most infamous figures in Cybertronian history. I was chasing something, a destiny, a purpose, but every time I thought I'd found it, it slipped further away, leaving me feeling more lost than before. I remember how this started. In middle school, when I hit back and broke the nose of the boy that kept harassing me since I joined the class. I know that fighting was my calling since then because the feeling I felt was the same how my mother described figure skating.

"Fuck!" I cursed angrily as I wiped the blades on my arm, trying to rid myself of the evidence, but no amount of cleaning would take away what I'd done. "How did he find me?" I asked myself. I have been fighting in the pits for a while now and I always made sure that they wouldn't accidentally come and see me. Then it hit me. Ravage rubbing against me this morning. It wasn't just 'cat stuff' he must have planted a tracker on me.

So I quickly transformed into my human form and lo and behold the tracker was there, inside on my boots.

"Never trust Soundwave's pets" I sighed as I looked at the tracker in my hands. Of course, my father always had his ways of keeping tabs on me, and I should have known better than to trust that the family pet was just being affectionate. It was Soundwave's pet after all. So I crushed the tracker as I transformed back, trying to think what I should do next.

Then I saw something from the corner of my eyes. Five cloaked figures, heading towards somewhere. So naturally, I followed them silently, my guilt forgotten for a moment. Because I knew huge, cloaked figures meant one thing. Danger. And oh boy I loved danger.

I followed them into an alley deep in the abandoned part of Kaon that still waited to be rebuilt after the war that ended more than 2 decades ago. Then, just like that, they opened a portal and one by one, they were gone in it. It looked like a space bridge but there was something… different about it.

It beckoned me like a siren call and as I heard the distant yells of everyone, I knew what I had to do. I'm going to find my purpose. And it starts with stepping through the portal.

But when I did, I think I might have made the worst mistake of my life.

While I guess everyone knows the song Wake me up before you go, the second song called Start a Riot by BEGINNERS & Night Panda is less known but I can absolutely suggest it as I think this will be Victoria's theme song for the whole book.