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 interest 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
Philippe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!
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Chapter Six: The Beast
Trunks rode as hard and as fast as he could go through the dark forest without giving his poor horse a heart attack. The animal was giving it his all as the poor things heart pounded and hooves crashed against the dirt trail as he ran. Trunks had to stop once or twice just to make sure that the animal got some rest and water, but not more than a half an hour each time, not wanting to lose any time that could be precious.
He was so scared right now. He had no clue where Phillipe was taking him but it had to be in the direction of his father. He was a smart horse after all, if not a little cowardly. Vegeta never pushed Phillipe too hard when riding since he was their only horse, so they should be catching up soon. To wherever he was.
What had happened to him? Was he Attacked? Hurt? It was the most difficult thing in the world to not just break down in complete panic when an answer didn't present itself. His father was the only family he had and he didn't want to lose him!
Suddenly, Phillipe went off the regular trail and headed down an unknown path. Trunks was thoroughly confused, but he didn't stop the horse. Why would his father have gone this way? It wasn't even the way to the fair.
Still riding hard for another twenty minutes or so, Trunks noticed that they were coming upon a stretch of land that must belong to someone, seeing as how there was a large steel fence surrounding the vast property. There was also something large way off in the distance of that land, but due to the sheer darkness, he couldn't tell what it was. It couldn't be a castle, there weren't any around these parts. Perhaps it was some kind of cliff and that's where his father was?
Trunks rode alongside the giant sized fence for another few minutes, trying to find a way in and getting closer and closer to that dark and large something until he finally came upon the front gate. He halted Phillipe to a stop before quickly jumping off and tying him to a nearby tree. If his father was in there then he was going in!
Strangely enough, the gate wasn't even locked. And the muddy ground was now a smooth cement and brick surface that carriages rode best over. Maybe someone did live here. Looking up at it curiously, he nearly jumped out of his boots when a black castle appeared.
"What the hell!?" He shouted in complete shock. There was nothing more than a simple shadow there mere seconds ago and now there was suddenly a very solid looking castle?! How did it get there? What was going on?!
Trunks really didn't feel like going in at this point. Perhaps his father was outside? Hopefully. "Papa!!" He called out, hoping to getanyone's attention at this rate. Maybe somebody worked here who could help him find him. "Is anyone here!!" He called out again, his voice echoing through the wind. His only answer.
Great. Just great. What if someone lived there and he got caught trying to break in? Usually simple break ins like that were punished with lashings, and he really hoped he wouldn't be getting one from the owner of the castle. "I hope your in there, Papa." He said out loud, walking over to the front door nervously. Lashing or no lashing this was his father that he had to find.
He only had to knock once when strangely enough, the door opened for him. Confused and a little startled, Trunks stepped in anyway, just to find that no one had opened it for him. "Hello?!" He called out into the dark vast looking room. No answer.
He sighed and stepped in anyway, closing the door behind him. "Papa!?" He called out again just to have his voice start echoing. No answer again, so he just walked on. As long as he didn't touch anything and explained himself to whoever lives here then he was sure that he could get someone to help him find his father. Maybe the people who lived here had even seen him.
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"You just had to open your big mouth, didn't you?" Piccolo demanded of Yamcha as he paced around disapprovingly. The candlestick holder simply rolled his eyes at him for the millionth time. Why did he have to be punished with such stupid and pointless lectures? He was only trying to do that human a favour.
"Served him our tea, put him in Gohan's chair, let him pet the dog!" The little clock spat out, his face taking on a look of annoyance at the very thought.
"I was only trying to be polite!" Yamcha insisted.
Then a faint voice calling out through the castle halls interrupted them. "Papa?" Both pairs of eyes widen in shock at the unfamiliar sound before quickly jumping off of the table they were on and running for the door.
What they saw was a cloaked figure with long lavender hair walking through their halls. "It's a girl!" Yamcha cried out in joy.
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "I can see that!" He almost shouted at the candle with his annoyance.
"Don't you get it? She's the one! She's here to break the spell!" Yamcha cried out excitedly before running out from behind the door. She was calling for her father, so that must've been the man who the master had locked up earlier.
With that in mind, Yamcha ran to the other end of the hall and opened the door before running in, making a creaking sound that got Trunks' attention as he whipped his head behind him. "Hello?" He called out, seeing the light from a small flame moving around inside. "Wait! Please, I need some help!" He called out before going after the light.
Piccolo was looking like he was about to have a heart attack at the sight. That stupid candlestick was going to get them caught and then they would get into trouble again!!
Trunks opened the door the rest of the way and found nothing again. What on earth was going on here? There was a dark stairway mere feet from where he stood, and that same flickering light was disappearing up them. Someone had to be here! "Hello?" He called out again just to get (once again) no answer.
"Please wait! I'm mean no harm! I'm looking for my father!" He cried out, running up the stairs as fast as he could to catch up with whoever was leading him around.
When he made it up though, there was no one there, just a spacious and dirty room with torches and several wooden doors with bars in them, as well as one small lit candlestick on a nearby stone ledge. Trunks' skin crawled. This was a prison tower.
Yamcha nearly choked when he saw the young person up close for the first time. This was no girl! This was a guy!
Trunks' face fell a little. 'I could've sworn there was someone here.' He thought, before deciding to give it another shot. "Is anyone here?" He called out desperately.
"Trunks?" A raspy voice called out to him from one of the cells.
Trunks' eyes widened. "Papa!" He cried out before grabbing a torch and running over, dropping to his knees to see his fathers face behind the iron bars. He quickly reached in and took his father's hand, a little taken back at how cold he felt.
"H-how did you find me here?" Vegeta asked before covering his mouth to conceal his coughing.
"I-I was led here by Phillipe." He explained before fulling taking in his condition. "Your hands are so cold! I've got to get you out of there!" He said, quickly getting to his feet to try and work on the lock.
"Trunks there's no time for that! You have to leave here! Now!" Vegeta said to him in a panic. He didn't want that monster that locked him up in here to find his only son.
"I'm not leaving you here!" He said stubbornly, getting ready to kick in the door until a strong hand whipped him around so rough and fast that the torch was thrown away into a far away puddle.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" The deep voice demanded sharply.
Trunks heart pounded at the sudden shock, and he couldn't see who was addressing him but judging by what little light he had from the other torches, this man was enormous! "I-I've come for my father! And I demand to see whoever is in charge here so that he can be released!" He shouted, his voice shaky at first before it became hard and tough.
The figure simply chuckled. "That would be me, and he won't be leaving my tower anytime soon." He hissed out evilly.
Trunks paled. This guy was in charge? 'Goddamn it!' He inwardly cursed. "Please, I beg of you to release him. He's very sick and I can pay whatever you want for his release." He said, trying to think of the few things he had on him that could be justified as proper payment.
Once again the figure chuckled. "You have nothing that I don't already have." He said before turning his back on him. "If you leave my home within the next five minutes though, I'll show mercy on you and won't throw you in this prison with him!"
Trunks' eyes widened. This guy couldn't just leave! He had to get his father out of there. Quickly thinking, but having no real plan come to mind, he just acted on impulse. "Wait!!" He called out just as the castle's master was about go out of sight.
The figure stopped, but he couldn't tell if he had turned back to look at him. "What if I take his place?" He asked.
"Trunks no!!" Vegeta called out in fear and panic, but he was just ignored.
Gohans eyes widened slightly in shock, knowing that the young man couldn't see it so not caring for the show of emotion. "You would take his place?" He asked, never thinking that someone would offer themselves like that.
Trunks nodded his head. "Yes. I would."
"I said no, Trunks!!" Vegeta cried out again, trying to get his son to stop being foolish before he was locked up too.
Gohan smirked. "Why would I do that? I could have you locked in here with him anyway." He all but sneered.
"No you can't!" Trunks shot back quickly. "You promised me mercy and I'm offering a trade! I want that offer to go to my father and I'll stay here in his place!" He cried out, getting really desperate. If this didn't work then he had nothing else and would be forced to leave without his papa. "You won't be losing anything at all. You'll still have a prisoner to keep and I won't try to run away." He promised.
The figure he was looking at came closer, and at first Trunks thought that he was going to stay in the shadows until he brought his entire body into the light from a skylight for him to see. Trunks gasped in horror with what he saw before backing up into the prison door. It was a giant fanged and hairy monster!!
The Beast smirked at him. "You would stay here with a monster? Wouldn't you be afraid that I would kill you?" He asked smugly.
"Trunks I won't let you do this!" Vegeta shouted again, bringing his hand through the bars to grab at his leg. A silent plea for him to stop.
He couldn't really hear him though, he was still concentrating on what he was seeing and trying to determine if it was real or not. He still knew that he had to agree to it though. If he didn't then his father would be left here to die. And he didn't want that to happen. "Y-you have my word that if you make this trade, I will never leave." He said shakily.
"Done!" The beast exclaimed, snapping Trunks out of his scared little trance as he pushed passed him, knocking him to the floor so he could have the room to unlock the cell door.
Vegeta immediately pushed passed him and ran to his son's side, hugging him close as he sat up. "You stupid boy, don't do this! I've lived my life you still need to live yours!" He cried out, before the Beast grabbed him by the back of his cloak and ripped them apart.
"No, please wait!" Trunks cried out, trying to get him to stop. Gohan simply picked him up as well before roughly throwing him into the prison cell and slamming the door shut behind him cruelly.
"No! Please stop!" Trunks cried out, getting up and running to the door just to find that it was locked before pounding his fists on it. "Papa!" He cried out. All he wanted was to say goodbye.
Vegeta could hear his son crying out to him from the cell, and no matter how hard he struggled to get out of the monsters grip he just wouldn't let go. "Please stop! Spare my son!" He cried out, feeling himself being dragged outside now and roughly down the stone steps.
"He's no longer any of your business!" The Beast roared at him before he then opened up the door to an old carriage and throwing him inside. "Take him to the village." He ordered of it as it got up and slunk away, hissing like a spider.
Vegeta pounded on the doors as hard as he could, but they were locked and very strong. And no matter how much he yelled or pleaded of the thing that took him away, it just wouldn't stop. There was nothing he could do.
Trunks watched the scene unfold from the tower window, before setting his face into his arms. Trying to stop his tears, but they stubbornly came through anyway. All of that had happened so fast. He went into this dark castle he found, discovered his father in a prison, met a monster, got locked up and would now never see his papa ever again. And he couldn't help the miserable sob that erupted from his throat at that last thought of never seeing his father again.
To Be Continued................................
A.N: Thank you Legolas, Monita, and Solis! The reviews were great! here's you next chapter!