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 Three : "Belle's Father"
"GODAMMIT!" Vegeta roared, banging his fists against the machine before him.
Trunks rushed into the basement and stopped short when he saw his father. "Papa?"
Vegeta looked up at his son, eyes smoldering with anger. Upon seeing his beautiful son he tried to stem his anger, but it was a failed effort. "Damn it! Fucking piece of shit!" He kicked the machine with all his strength. Metal groaned and dented, but so did his poor foot.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Vegeta groaned, hopping around on one foot.
"Papa!" Trunks rushed to his father's side, "You need to be more careful."
"Yeah... right... SHIT!" Vegeta leaned heavily against Trunks, cradling his bruised foot.
"Shush Papa. Sit down." Trunks led Vegeta to a chair and pushed him into it. "Let me see your foot. You shouldn't kick things stronger than yourself, you know."
"So, kicking Hercule is an option?" Vegeta asked hopefully.
Trunks laughed softly, "I wish." He said with a sigh, "He's been following me around. Calling me Belle and addressing me as if I was female! Why, today he told me it's wrong for girls to read!"
Vegeta laughed, highly amused. "Hell, if you did marry him could you imagine his face on your wedding night?" He leaned his head back and laughed harder.
"Oh, papa." Trunks flushed miserably, the very thought of marrying Hercule making his blood run cold.
"Oh darling, let me fuck you. HOLY SHIT! What's that strange growth between your legs!" Vegeta laughed even harder, his laughter shaking the building.
"PAPA!" Trunks scolded, getting to his feet. His face beat red.
"HA HA HA HA HA! You should marry him! But I'd have to be there when you consummate just so I could see his face!"
Trunks shook his head sharply, "To hell with that!" He snapped, which was completely out of character for him. After all, dear, sweet Trunks -never- swore. Well, almost never.
Vegeta was so shocked by Trunks' response that he stopped laughing. "Er... I was just kidding."
Trunks sighed and nodded, "I know... so... how are your experiments going?"
"They aren't." Vegeta growled, his good mood completely destroyed, "My inventions are shit."
"One day... you're going to be a famour inventor." Trunks said softly.
"In your dreams." Vegeta snorted. He shrugged, "Ah hell. Doesn't matter."
Trunks shrugged, "Yeah. I guess it doesn't. Not like being an inventor and creating things is anything important...."
Vegeta smiled slightly, "Sarcasm doesn't become you dear son."
"Self-pity doesn't become you."
They nodded at each other, making a silent agreement not to be sarcastic or to indulge in self-pity. "Well, I'm off to the fair." Vegeta said, breaking the silence.
"You know father... I've always wondered how we could afford a horse and wagon on our income." Trunks said softly.
"Just one of those things boy. Just one of those things." Vegeta kissed his son's cheek quickly then bounded up the stairs. "See you boy!"
"Bye papa...." Trunks sank into the chair and a soft smile curved his lips. Suddenly.... he could see what his father had been laughing at. In his head he imagined Hercule realizing that he was a man. He imagined the look on Hercule's face after the wedding, the horror and shame he would have to live with after. And he started laughing.
It really -was- an amusing thought.
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 Three : "Belle's Father"
"GODAMMIT!" Vegeta roared, banging his fists against the machine before him.
Trunks rushed into the basement and stopped short when he saw his father. "Papa?"
Vegeta looked up at his son, eyes smoldering with anger. Upon seeing his beautiful son he tried to stem his anger, but it was a failed effort. "Damn it! Fucking piece of shit!" He kicked the machine with all his strength. Metal groaned and dented, but so did his poor foot.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Vegeta groaned, hopping around on one foot.
"Papa!" Trunks rushed to his father's side, "You need to be more careful."
"Yeah... right... SHIT!" Vegeta leaned heavily against Trunks, cradling his bruised foot.
"Shush Papa. Sit down." Trunks led Vegeta to a chair and pushed him into it. "Let me see your foot. You shouldn't kick things stronger than yourself, you know."
"So, kicking Hercule is an option?" Vegeta asked hopefully.
Trunks laughed softly, "I wish." He said with a sigh, "He's been following me around. Calling me Belle and addressing me as if I was female! Why, today he told me it's wrong for girls to read!"
Vegeta laughed, highly amused. "Hell, if you did marry him could you imagine his face on your wedding night?" He leaned his head back and laughed harder.
"Oh, papa." Trunks flushed miserably, the very thought of marrying Hercule making his blood run cold.
"Oh darling, let me fuck you. HOLY SHIT! What's that strange growth between your legs!" Vegeta laughed even harder, his laughter shaking the building.
"PAPA!" Trunks scolded, getting to his feet. His face beat red.
"HA HA HA HA HA! You should marry him! But I'd have to be there when you consummate just so I could see his face!"
Trunks shook his head sharply, "To hell with that!" He snapped, which was completely out of character for him. After all, dear, sweet Trunks -never- swore. Well, almost never.
Vegeta was so shocked by Trunks' response that he stopped laughing. "Er... I was just kidding."
Trunks sighed and nodded, "I know... so... how are your experiments going?"
"They aren't." Vegeta growled, his good mood completely destroyed, "My inventions are shit."
"One day... you're going to be a famour inventor." Trunks said softly.
"In your dreams." Vegeta snorted. He shrugged, "Ah hell. Doesn't matter."
Trunks shrugged, "Yeah. I guess it doesn't. Not like being an inventor and creating things is anything important...."
Vegeta smiled slightly, "Sarcasm doesn't become you dear son."
"Self-pity doesn't become you."
They nodded at each other, making a silent agreement not to be sarcastic or to indulge in self-pity. "Well, I'm off to the fair." Vegeta said, breaking the silence.
"You know father... I've always wondered how we could afford a horse and wagon on our income." Trunks said softly.
"Just one of those things boy. Just one of those things." Vegeta kissed his son's cheek quickly then bounded up the stairs. "See you boy!"
"Bye papa...." Trunks sank into the chair and a soft smile curved his lips. Suddenly.... he could see what his father had been laughing at. In his head he imagined Hercule realizing that he was a man. He imagined the look on Hercule's face after the wedding, the horror and shame he would have to live with after. And he started laughing.
It really -was- an amusing thought.
To Be Continued................................