Bee Family [TFP x Reader] (TFP Fanfic)

Chapter 4

~Chapter 4~

The coliseum thundered like a living beast, it's metallic walls reverberating with chants that echoed across every sector of Kaon. Cybertronians slammed their pedes, creating a rhythmic vibration that pulsed through the floor beneath Trigona's pedes. Their cheers blended into an almost primal roar, a storm of voices urging her to rise, to strike, to survive.

She moved like liquid fire across the pit, her blade cutting the air in bright arcs as she dodged the crushing force of her opponent. Bulldozer's massive frame thundered toward her, hooves pounding like cannons against the metal-sand arena floor. His form was monstrous, a Cybertronian bull forged from battle scars and raw power. Every movement he made sent tremors through the ground, each strike threatening to flatten her.

Stay focused. Stay moving.

Trigona darted left, her optics scanning for an opening, vents cycling fast as the weight of her armor dragged against her movements. She picoted, slashing low toward Bulldozer's hind leg, sparks bursting as her blade kissed metal. But his tail lashed like a steel whip, narrowly missing her helm as she rolled aside and came up on one knee. The crowd howled at the near strike.

CLANG!

A sudden blow came like a meteor crashing into her side. Bulldozer had spun with brutal precision, his hoof smashing against her midsection. Pain flared white hot through her frame as she was hurled across the pit, her sword slipping from her grasp and skittering across the ground. She hit the ground hard, denting the surface as her systems screamed warnings across her HUD.

A ragged intake left her vents as she rolled onto her side, optics dim for half a second. Her servos went instinctively to her flank, fingers brushing over the deep dent marring her plating. She hissed softly, forcing herself upright, ignoring the alarms shrieking about structural damage.

Across the ring, Bulldozer loomed like a titan, his molten orange optics glowing with amusement. His voice rumbled, low and mocking, amplified by the arean's sonic relays.

"Is that the best you can do, young fighter?"

The words hit harder than his blow.

Trigona's optics flicked upward toward the stands, toward the thousands of faces staring down at her, faces that had come to witness Energon spilled and glory. Their cheers hadn't faltered, but she no longer heard them. For a moment, all she could see was the figure seated like a king above the rest.

Megatronous.

He didn't shout. Didn't wave. He simply met her gaze, his optics unwavering, his expression carved from iron, but there was something there. A flicker of confidence. A silent command: Get Up.

And she did.

Her systems screamed, but Trigona pushed through, drawing strength from that unspoken order. Slowly, she rose to her pedes, every motion deliberate, her vents hissing as she forced her body into compliance. She reached for her sword, dragging it from the dust and slinging it across her back in a single fluid motion. 

Bulldozer snorted, raking his hoof across the ground, sending sparks flying as he pawed at the arena floor like an enraged beast. His horns glinted under the arena lights, wicked and ready to gore. He lowered his helm, muscles coiling with raw power.

Trigona vented deeply.

Grounding herself. Centered herself. She blocked out the thunder of the crowd, the pounding of hooves, the fear clawing at the edges of her spark. The world narrowed to one second: the rhythmic hum of her core.

Focus. Breathe. 

Her optics locked on Bulldozer, her systems aligning into perfect balance. She shifted her stance, energon surging through her lines as time seemed to slow.