Beauty and the Beast
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interrest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Part Two : "Belle"
"Gawd, I hate this weather." Hercule growled, rubbing the back of his neck and lifting his rifle and resting it against his shoulder.
"You're doing just fine sir." Krillin murmured. He was walking several feet ahead, kicking in the thick weeds to flush out birds.
Suddenly his boot connected with a small body. A flock of geese flew out of the weeds. Krillin dropped to the ground, covering his head as shots rang out in the still morning air.
Two birds fell to the ground beside him. He opened his eyes and stared at them with surprise. Hercule actually -hit- something!? Wow. That had never happened before. He grabbed the birds, got to his feet and ran to Hercule, "LOOK!" He cried, "You hit them!"
"Don't sound so surprised," Hercule sniffed, "I'm an expert marksman."
'In which lifetime?' Krillin wondered, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded eagerly and followed Hercule back into town.
"No beast alive stands a chance against you!" Krillin cried, jogging so he could keep up with Hercule's long strides, "And no girl either!"
"That's true Krillin, and I've got my eyes on that one." Hercule pointed at a young man who walked down the town's main street.
"The inventor's son?" Krillin's eyes bugged out of his head.
"He's the one! I lucky gal I'm going to marry." Hercule grinned.
"But she's-"
"The most beautiful girl in town."
"A guy."
"And I, Hercule, must always have the best of everything."
"But, that's a gu-"
"Don't I deserve the best?" Hercule demanded sharply.
"Well, y-yeah."
"And isn't she the most beautiful person in this town?"
"Well.... y-yeah except she's a he-"
"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her I said she's gorgeous and I fell. Here in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me. So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle."
"Um... his name is Trunks."
"Whatever."
"Hello, Belle."
Trunks looked up with surprise. "Bonjour Hercule." He said politely, clutching the book in his hands tightly. He didn't like Hercule much, mostly because Hercule kept calling him a girl.
Suddenly Hercule reached over and grabbed Trunks' book. "May I have my book, please?" Trunks asked, reaching for his book. But Hercule kept it just out of his reach as he scanned it.
"How can you read this? There's no pictures!" Hercule showed the book to Krillin.
"Well, some people use their imaginations." 'People with brains that is. Not that you have any.' Trunks added mentally.
"Belle, it's about time you got your head out of these books," Hercule murmured, tossing the book aside. It landed in the mud. "and paid more attention to more important things... like me! The whole town's talking about it."
Trunks just knelt and picked up the book. Carefully he wiped the mud off and got back to his feet. "It's not right for a woman to read--soon she starts getting ideas.... and thinking." Hercule said.
"Hercule, you are positively primeval. And I'm a guy, so what does it matter?" Trunks said stiffly. 'Why does he insist on calling me a girl?' He reached up and touched his shoulder length hair, 'Time to cut my hair I guess.'
"Why thank you, Belle." Hercule draped an arm around Trunks' shoulders. "Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies."
'What hunting trophies?' Krillin thought with a little frown. He looked down at the birds in his hands. The birds were the first thing Hercule had killed for months.
"Hey Hercule, whaddya say you take a long walk off a short pier." Trunks pushed Hercule away, "My name is Trunks, I'm a guy and I'm not interested!"
He whirled on his heel and walked quickly away. Hercule followed him, "C'mon babe. Don't play hard to get." He whined, grabbing Trunks' arm.
"Please, Hercule. I can't." Trunks sighed, tugging his arm out of Hercule's grasp. "I have to get home and help my father."
"Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get!" Krillin laughed.
Hercule laughed along with him, heartily amused.
"Don't talk about my father that way!" Trunks snapped angrily.
Hercule's laughter stopped abruptly, "Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" He hit Krillin on the head.
"My father's not crazy! He's a genius!" Trunks yelled.
As he spoke, several houses down there was an explosion. Trunks gasped in horror and whirled on his heel, dropping the book and running to the house in question.
Hercule and Krillin continued laughing as they watched Trunks run. "Looks like the genius just invented another bomb to blow up the village!" Hercule guffawed.
He leaned heavily against Krillin as his uncontainable laughter soon tired him out.
To Be Continued.....................................
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interrest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Part Two : "Belle"
"Gawd, I hate this weather." Hercule growled, rubbing the back of his neck and lifting his rifle and resting it against his shoulder.
"You're doing just fine sir." Krillin murmured. He was walking several feet ahead, kicking in the thick weeds to flush out birds.
Suddenly his boot connected with a small body. A flock of geese flew out of the weeds. Krillin dropped to the ground, covering his head as shots rang out in the still morning air.
Two birds fell to the ground beside him. He opened his eyes and stared at them with surprise. Hercule actually -hit- something!? Wow. That had never happened before. He grabbed the birds, got to his feet and ran to Hercule, "LOOK!" He cried, "You hit them!"
"Don't sound so surprised," Hercule sniffed, "I'm an expert marksman."
'In which lifetime?' Krillin wondered, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded eagerly and followed Hercule back into town.
"No beast alive stands a chance against you!" Krillin cried, jogging so he could keep up with Hercule's long strides, "And no girl either!"
"That's true Krillin, and I've got my eyes on that one." Hercule pointed at a young man who walked down the town's main street.
"The inventor's son?" Krillin's eyes bugged out of his head.
"He's the one! I lucky gal I'm going to marry." Hercule grinned.
"But she's-"
"The most beautiful girl in town."
"A guy."
"And I, Hercule, must always have the best of everything."
"But, that's a gu-"
"Don't I deserve the best?" Hercule demanded sharply.
"Well, y-yeah."
"And isn't she the most beautiful person in this town?"
"Well.... y-yeah except she's a he-"
"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her I said she's gorgeous and I fell. Here in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me. So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle."
"Um... his name is Trunks."
"Whatever."
"Hello, Belle."
Trunks looked up with surprise. "Bonjour Hercule." He said politely, clutching the book in his hands tightly. He didn't like Hercule much, mostly because Hercule kept calling him a girl.
Suddenly Hercule reached over and grabbed Trunks' book. "May I have my book, please?" Trunks asked, reaching for his book. But Hercule kept it just out of his reach as he scanned it.
"How can you read this? There's no pictures!" Hercule showed the book to Krillin.
"Well, some people use their imaginations." 'People with brains that is. Not that you have any.' Trunks added mentally.
"Belle, it's about time you got your head out of these books," Hercule murmured, tossing the book aside. It landed in the mud. "and paid more attention to more important things... like me! The whole town's talking about it."
Trunks just knelt and picked up the book. Carefully he wiped the mud off and got back to his feet. "It's not right for a woman to read--soon she starts getting ideas.... and thinking." Hercule said.
"Hercule, you are positively primeval. And I'm a guy, so what does it matter?" Trunks said stiffly. 'Why does he insist on calling me a girl?' He reached up and touched his shoulder length hair, 'Time to cut my hair I guess.'
"Why thank you, Belle." Hercule draped an arm around Trunks' shoulders. "Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies."
'What hunting trophies?' Krillin thought with a little frown. He looked down at the birds in his hands. The birds were the first thing Hercule had killed for months.
"Hey Hercule, whaddya say you take a long walk off a short pier." Trunks pushed Hercule away, "My name is Trunks, I'm a guy and I'm not interested!"
He whirled on his heel and walked quickly away. Hercule followed him, "C'mon babe. Don't play hard to get." He whined, grabbing Trunks' arm.
"Please, Hercule. I can't." Trunks sighed, tugging his arm out of Hercule's grasp. "I have to get home and help my father."
"Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get!" Krillin laughed.
Hercule laughed along with him, heartily amused.
"Don't talk about my father that way!" Trunks snapped angrily.
Hercule's laughter stopped abruptly, "Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" He hit Krillin on the head.
"My father's not crazy! He's a genius!" Trunks yelled.
As he spoke, several houses down there was an explosion. Trunks gasped in horror and whirled on his heel, dropping the book and running to the house in question.
Hercule and Krillin continued laughing as they watched Trunks run. "Looks like the genius just invented another bomb to blow up the village!" Hercule guffawed.
He leaned heavily against Krillin as his uncontainable laughter soon tired him out.
To Be Continued.....................................