Hi everyone, it's metallicgirl42 (aka Blablabla234). This is my newest story. In this particular story, Megatron is out looking for an Autobot energy signal when he comes across an Elite Guard spy and his very young son, Tomato (named so because of his tomato-colored paint job). Megatron kills the spy on the spot and kidnaps Tomato, taking him back to the ship with plans to turn him into a cold-hearted Decepticon warrior. Megatron is at first disgusted with how the Autobots treat their sparklings—with oilcake (an Autobot candy), lack of discipline, new toys, no dangerous weapons—basically spoiling them rotten. He intends to raise Tomato with lots of discipline and hard training drills, even scanning him to turn into a gun instead of a mini-car and giving him a dangerous handgun for robot mode, and he is constantly irritated with Tomato's mischievous nature, tendency to goof off, and his belief that the whole war is just a game. But as Megatron becomes more attached to Tomato, he begins to think of the young 'bot as the son he never had and realizes that to become a good Decepticon, he needs support and encouragement too—and, most importantly, that he has a lot more to learn from Tomato than he ever would have thought!

P.S. Takes place on Cybertron, unlike Decepticons Have More Fun, which takes place right here on Earth.

TOUGH TOMATOES, CHAPTER ONE

It was twilight as Megatron crept across the rugged terrain of Cybertron, alone, gun at the ready. He and the other Decepticons had picked up an Autobot energy signal near the area of the Nemesis, and since Megatron didn't know who this Autobot was or what he was up to, he figured he'd better stop any trouble before it started.

Of course, Megatron was always itching for a fight, especially with an Autobot, so maybe an impromptu battle (with Megatron as the victor, of course) wouldn't be so terrible, either.

As the Cybertronian evening grew darker, Megatron adjusted his optics to see clearly. After a few more cycles of quiet, with nothing to be seen, Megatron noticed two dark figures up ahead.

Autobots.

They didn't seem to be up to anything suspicious; it looked like they were just watching another night descend on their planet, but Megatron wasn't willing to take any chances. He did not immediately open fire; instead, he walked up behind them, withdrew one of his sharp titanium swords, and tapped the larger Autobot on the back. He turned around.

Megatron got a good look at the Autobot, who didn't appear to be particularly threatening. He was not big at all, especially compared to Megatron, but he wasn't small, either. About the average size for a fully grown Autobot (slightly smaller than a Decepticon size). His paint job was an odd sort of dark-red color, and he was holding both servos out, like this would stop Megatron from attacking if he wished.

Next to him was another, much smaller Autobot, blue optics gleaming in the dark, with the same dark-red shade. He turned around too, looking not scared but confused.

Megatron pointed his fusion cannon right at the larger Autobot's faceplates so that he was staring right down the barrel of the destructive weapon. He clutched the smaller Autobot close, looking terrified.

"Decepticon!" cried the Autobot, drawing his companion closer.

"That's Lord Megatron to you, Autobot," Megatron told him scathingly, and the Autobot's bright blue optics grew wide with pure terror as the thought finally reached his CPU—he was being attacked by a Decepticon! Megatron, no less!

To Megatron's surprise, the larger Autobot stood up and started running towards him. "Stay back, son!" he cried, as he shot a laser beam in Megatron's direction.

Lasers! How dare he! Megatron held up both his swords and growled, "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!"

"I will sacrifice anything to protect my son!" yelled the Autobot, shooting another laser and punching Megatron as hard as he could.

"Then prepare to sacrifice yourself!" Megatron swiftly slashed his sword across the Autobot's chestplate, leaving a huge gash, raw energon leaking out of the open wound.

The Autobot was crippled, but not destroyed…yet! He attempted to deliver another punch to Megatron's body, but Megatron was easily able to knock the Autobot, in his weakened state, right onto the ground.

"I am growing tired of this little game," Megatron informed the Autobot coldly, the sword still pointed at his neck. "Leave this location immediately. We never had this conversation."

The Autobot was struggling to push the sharp sword away, even though Megatron was barely making an effort to stop him. Such a weak Autobot, he thought in disdain. He is a spy for the Autobots, a scout, and yet he can hardly protect himself and his son from adversity.

"Let me go!" the Autobot cried, wriggling. "I must report back to the Elite Guard. Now that I know the coordinates of your ship, we Autobots will win the war."

"My Decepticons and I will make sure that before this war is over, Cybertron will be under my command!" Megatron hollered. "But you, Elite Guard spy, will not live to see it!"

Megatron fired up the fusion cannon, holding the Autobot spy down with one foot. He was squealing as Megatron noticed that he wasn't paying very close attention to his son, who was running around and screaming stupidly about oilcake.

"Oh, for Spark's sake, you can't even go offline with honor and dignity?" Megatron asked, disgusted yet again by this Autobot's weakness. They were all soft, cowardly, namby-pamby goodie-goodies! They deserved to go offline! Every single one of them! And besides, Megatron couldn't let a captured spy escape. If he repeated what he discovered, the Decepticons would be at a disadvantage. The only way to keep him quiet was to destroy him. It was as simple as that!

"NO!" the Autobot screamed, but it was the last word he ever spoke as he was instantaneously blasted into pieces by Megatron's fusion cannon. His son, startled by the sound of the gun, stopped his yammering and bounded over to Megatron and the now-offline Autobot.

"Wow…that's a pretty big gun you got there, mister," said the young 'bot, looking impressed. "You're so lucky. Nobody ever lets me play with guns."

"This is no toy," Megatron informed him. "I don't know about you Autobots, but we Decepticons use real weaponry, not toys."

"Autobots? Decepticons?" asked the sparkling, looking confused. "What are you talking about, mister?"

Megatron looked down at the small Autobot. He hardly even came up to Megatron's foot. He looked confused and very impressionable, as if he was too young to know anything of his world—not even what side he was on. In fact, he probably was either kept away from anything having to do with Decepticons, or he just couldn't tell the difference. Megatron guessed it was the latter.

This gave Megatron an excellent idea. He bent down next to the young 'bot, who was now staring into space like he wasn't right in the middle of a conversation, and asked him, "What's your name?"

"I like oilcake," he replied.

Never trust sparklings, Megatron, never trust sparklings, Megatron reminded himself, slapping his forehead exasperatedly.

"No, your name," Megatron repeated impatiently. "What do the other Autobots call you?"

"Tomato," the young 'bot told him happily. "They call me Tomato."

"Tomato?" Megatron asked, baffled. "Why?"

"Tomatoes are kind of an organic fuel that are neither fruits nor vegetables," Tomato informed Megatron matter-of-factly. "My dark-red paint job is exactly the same color as one! So, that's why they call me Tomato."

Tomato was just staring up at Megatron, a toothy grin on his innocent face. Yes, Megatron knew that if he played his cards right, Tomato could grow up to be a very talented Decepticon. One black hand reached out to grasp Tomato's hand, but he was so small in comparison to Megatron that his whole arm shattered.

"Oh…um…sorry about that," Megatron told Tomato, who was looking down at the ground with that confused look on his face, apparently wondering why his arm had just disintegrated. "I can easily order you a replacement arm."

"That's okay, mister!" Tomato replied brightly. "I like getting new stuff!"

"Quite," said Megatron, not knowing what else to say.

"I like getting oilcake, don't you?" Tomato added. "Want to go and get some?"

"What makes you think you deserve oilcake?" Megatron asked Tomato strictly.

"Well, where I live, they buy oilcake every day, and we're allowed to have as much as we want."

"That's where you used to live," Megatron corrected him. "Where we are going, life isn't just fun and games and oilcake."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Autobots don't enforce the discipline needed to create an excellent trooper, or even a competent one," Megatron informed him. "You, however, will get the proper training you need."

"Proper training?" Tomato asked curiously.

"Do I have to explain everything to you, Tomato?" Megatron snapped impatiently. "You're going to reach your full potential, with me as your guide."

"Do I get to have a dangerous weapon like yours?" Tomato was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"Yes," Megatron replied. "But first, as soon as we get back to base, you will be rid of your Autobot qualities."

"This will be fun!" Tomato yelled, and started running around crazily again. Megatron whacked him on the head.

"Calm yourself down, soldier!" he ordered, shifting into helicopter mode. "Get in."

"What?" asked Tomato. "Get in the helicopter?"

"NOW!"

Tomato boarded Megatron's helicopter mode, and asked casually, "So, where are we going?"

"You," Megatron informed his new Decepticon-to-be, "are coming with me."