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 Seven: My Room?

Gohan quickly stormed back into the castle, his cloak flowing behind him in his haste. There was a sour look on his face as he marched passed his many cowering servants, all of whom were eager to get out of his way. No doubt they had all heard about the young man who traded places with his father in the tower by now, and were either pitying him or praying for him. That's just how things worked with the way the gossip flew around here. Pathetic really.

He didn't know why he agreed to the lavender haired mans trade. He could have easily gone back on his word and threw him in that tower anyway, simply for having the nerve to argue with him. But there was something in his eyes that he simply couldn't turn his back on. That desperate pleading look that begged for mercy. He supposed that it didn't matter either way. He still had a prisoner to occupy the dank tower cell and if that old fool tried to tell anyone his story he'd simply be labelled as a madman and be hung or imprisoned for the murder of his son.

He smirked in amusement at that last thought. It would be quite funny if he would be killed by his own people for trying to claim that an ugly beast was truly the responsible one for the disappearance of his son.

Right now he had far more important things to deal with though, like going back up that tower and laying down the law to that whimpering boy. Normally he chained his prisoners to the walls when they displeased him enough, and this was certainly an occasion to do so in his opinion.

Walking up the cold stone spiraling stairs of the tower, he heard a faint voice just before he could make it the whole way up.

"Master?"

He looked in the direction of the simpering voice and found that Yamcha was sitting on a stone ledge, lighting the stairs with his small candlesticks.

"What do you want?" He demanded coldly, causing the small figure to cringe slightly.

"I was just thinking... Since the boy will be with us for quite some time, maybe we should offer him a better place to sleep?" He suggested, just to get snarled at before the Beast stormed off again.

'A better place to sleep?! Bah! He's my prisoner! Not my hotel guest!' He thought to himself in disgust as he headed for the cell door containing his newest little victim.

When he unlocked and opened the door though, he couldn't help but stop abruptly at the sight. Not expecting this at all. He was crying! Sitting beneath the open window with his head down and elbows on his knees as he sobbed.

Gohan widened his eyes. No one's ever cried in front of him before in his prison. All the prisoners from battles and such always tried to act all tough and manly, and were either screaming furiously at him or screaming in pain caused by some kind of strange yet effective torture. But no one has ever cried.

Finally looking up and noticing his presence, Trunks' look became that of an enraged one while his tears continued to flow. "You didn't even let me say goodbye to him! Now I'll never see him again!" He cried out before hiding his face in his hands and sobbing again.

The Beast put his hand behind his neck in shame and guilt, not used to the feelings so not really knowing how to deal with them. So what if the boy was angered with him? Why should he care? But for some odd reason, he did care. "I'll show you to your room." He said finally.

Trunks sniffled. "M-my room?" He said, looking around the prison cell in confusion. "But I thought..."

"You want to stay here instead?!" Gohan demanded, angry with himself for even offering him a better place to stay.

"No." Trunks admitted with a shake of his head.

"Then come with me before I change my mind." He said before turning his back on him and leaving the room.

Trunks hesitated for only a second before he too got to his feet and followed the monster that had locked him up, hoping that whatever the Beast had in mind would at least be warmer than that stone tower room.

Gohan roughly grabbed Yamcha off of the small stone ledge, causing him to gasp slightly for air, before storming down the stairs, his guest following close behind. Yamcha saw the boy following them and beamed at the sight before holding still for his master. He was at least showing a little mercy to the poor thing. This could start them off a lot better.

Almost the entire trip through the castle and to wherever it was that the Beast was taking him was quiet. Nothing was spoken, and Trunks didn't want to speak to him. He sincerely hoped that whatever this thing had in mind to do with him wouldn't involve much talking. He just wanted to be as far away from this thing as possible for as long as he had to stay here.

The place was dark, the light from the small candle that the Beast held making all the brutally ugly gargoyle statues stand out and look even more frightening to him. Who could build such a place? Better yet, how could this monster live in a place that had snarling monsters everywhere? Looking ready to jump out at you for an attack. You would think that even a Beast could find the figures unnerving.

Then suddenly, right out of the blue, the monster spoke. Almost unwillingly actually. "I... uh... hope you like it here." He said somewhat shakily. Trunks raised his eyebrow at him. Why was he trying to make conversation with him? "The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like." He said, only deepening his confusion. Home? Wasn't he a prisoner? "Except the west wing." He finished.

"What's in the west--"

"It's forbidden!" The Beast suddenly snapped, turning to glare at him and causing an unwanted shiver to run up Trunks' spine. With the way this thing spoke, he forgot for a moment that it was really a monster and not something that could at least be reasoned with.

Gohan growled a little at the frightened young man before turning back around and leading him to a guest room. This was all the damn candlesticks fault! The stupid thing with his stupid ideas! Here he was, actually trying to make the little fool behind him at ease and he starts asking questions as if he has a right to! 'The boy had better learn his place soon or else I won't be held responsible for my actions.' He thought as they came upon the room.

He opened the door and held it open, signalling for Trunks to get in. He did so, and was bit stunned to see the luxury in comparison to the damp cell room, but he wasn't about to tell him that.

"If you require anything, my servants will attend to your needs." He said softly, confusing him further. Why was he getting such special treatment when his father had to suffer up in that cold tower all alone? It didn't make any sense!

The Beast suddenly spoke to him again, sounding rather angry at something, which was strange since he didn't do or say anything this time.

"You will join me for diner!" He ordered, almost causing Trunks to laugh out loud at the demand. But he wisely kept it in his throat, not wanting to anger the thing that could snap him in half if he wanted.

'Ya, you can count on me being there alright!' He thought to himself sarcastically. Like he was going to be doing this thing any favours! He was keeping him here and held his father against his will! Why should he eat with him?

But then, as if reading his mind, the Beast shouted at him again. "That is NOT a request!!" He roared out before angrily slamming the door and locking him in. He didn't trust the boy to be out at night all by himself just yet.

Trunks' eyes widened in shock as he quickly turned for the door to try and open it, but found that it was locked and he was trapped inside. He angrily made a fist and punched at the door, yelping in pain when he felt his fist just about break and throb caused by the stupid act.

Why couldn't he just let him go? He didn't want to be here, he wanted to go home! But no. He couldn't do that because of the offer he'd made. He was happy that his father was free from this place, but he'd still prefer to be free too. Now he was going to live here for the rest of his life, whether he liked it or not.

With that awful thought in mind, he couldn't help that his knees weakened as he slid helplessly to the floor and started his miserable sobbing again.

The outside then grew cold before it started to snow on the castle.

To Be Continued....................

A.N: Thanks again Legolas and Solis :) hope the chapter was good despite it's shortness