He Can Be Sweet

"Hey, Thunderbee. Want to play baseball with me?" Bumblebee asks his great-grandson, Thunderbee Prime, but the dark blue and cyan blue mech doesn't feel like it. The yellow and black Autobot has a palm tree and a rock. But despite not having anything else to do, Thunderbee shakes his head and leans on the wall behind him with the tip of his tail flicking.

"No, Bumblebee. I don't want to play baseball with you," He replies to the mech. Bumblebee knows its night time out and it's not like Thunderbee to not feel like playing baseball. He puts the palm tree and rock down and pats the young Prime on the head.

"What's wrong now, Thunderbee? You never reject a good game of baseball."

"It's none of your buisness....Just leave me alone already," Thunderbee is angry about something. His tail starts wagging, a sign that he's very angry, but Bumblebee doesn't know that.

"C'mon, buddy. Just spend some time with me and tell me what's going on," Bumblebee has no idea that he's pushing his luck. When he put his right hand on the Prime's shoulder, Thunderbee smacks it away, punchs Bumblebee in the lower torso then transforms to vehicle mode. He drives off without healing his great-grandfather. He speeds out of the NEST base and heads to a city that's in a different state.

In Las Vegas, Nevada, Thunderbee drives around the brightly lit city as people go in and out of hotels, casinos, and restaurants. The sight of bright lights that light up the dark sky always calms him down. He decides to go in an empty parking deck and parks himself in a nice and roomy corner on the seventh floor to relax. But trouble finds him when a fully grown man and woman walk down the parking deck's seventh floor. They stop after they saw the Camaro in the corner and the man glares at Thunderbee.

"Jeff,  just leave the Chevy alone. I know you lost that bet on your Mustang, but c'mon, don't take it too far," The female says to her friend. She has a Chevrolet hat on and Jeff has a Ford hat.

"I don't care, Hope. Chevrolets are wasted pieces metal."

"They're not even made of metal now, Jeff."

"I still don't care," Jeff grumbles then gets a knife out. He walks to the disguised mech and is about to stab the long knife in his engine. But parts of the Camaro suddenly move and three different weapons deploy from it. On top of Thunderbee is an assault rifle, a plasma cannon on the right side, and a machine gun on the left side. Jeff thought he felt his heart stop when the weapons came out of the Camaro.

"Touch me with that knife and you better pray to Primus that you survive," Thunderbee's voice is very deep and menacing. It makes the man drop the knife and run away. Hope watchs her friend run away and hears the Prime retract his weapons. A second after that, he starts whimpering. She looks at him and notice something is leaking out from under his engine.

"What the frag is wrong with me? Why can't I control my temper?" He sobs. Hope looks at the other cars then slowly goes to Thunderbee. She puts her right hand on his hood.

"Are you...OK?" She asks him, but he just backs away from her until the back of him touchs the wall. Hope continues to go to him until he transforms to robot mode and glares at her with his red optics.

"Go. Away," He says then growls menacingly at her, but she didn't show any sign of fear and puts her right hand on his cheek. He stops growling and sighs.

"Look, just go away and I promise I won't-"

"You need to calm down. All of this anger is only making you more and more stressed," She utters to him. Thunderbee gives her a look and gently pushs her away from him, but she grabs his hand.

"Why won't you leave me alone?!" He yells at her.

"Because I can see who you really are. You wouldn't even harm an innocent fly," She replies to him. He stops glaring and keeps standing on his hands and knees. He seems to have calmed down a bit.

"But....But hardly anyone likes me. They're afraid of me everytime I go to them."

"That's because they're too scared to realise who you really are. You're not mean, cruel or dreadful. All I see is someone who wants friends. And you get angry easily because you don't have many friends who'll listen to you."

Thunderbee goes quiet after what she said. He keeps asking himself questions in his head. Is that all he needs? Does he really need friends so they can listen to what he has to say? The tip of his tail flicks while he stares at Hope.

"Okay, you're right. Maybe I do need real friends who'll understand me," He speaks then sits in the corner with his back on the wall. Hope smiles a little bit, goes to him then sits in front of the vampiric Prime.

"What are you waiting for? Tell me," She giggles at him. Thunderbee picks her up and puts her in between his chest and right arm, holding her like she's a teddy bear.

"Uhhh, well, it started when I was young...," He starts the story as Hope listens to him.



The End