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, Humor, 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 Nine: Dinner

After a few hours had passed since Gohan had left him there, Trunks was still in his darkened room/prison, and by now all his tears had run out, leaving only his red eyes and damp face as he just lay on the bed to try and think over his situation. Nothing else to do but stare at the ceiling.

'That Beast is a giant asshole!' He thought to himself furiously, getting angry with the creature all over again. If it wasn't for the cruelty of that thing he wouldn't even be here. That lunatic locked up his father in the damp cold and then gives him the royal treatment with a warm room and a bed? 'Wacko, nutcase, freak!' Trunks thought bitterly, seething where he lay and not doing a very good job of planning an escape. How was he supposed to escape when he promised he'd stay no matter what? He would definitely have to try and outwit the creature that was keeping him here, that was for certain.

A sudden knock at the polished wooden door pulled Trunks out of his angered thoughts as he raised his head in the direction of the door. A twinge of fear in his chest at the thought of who was on the other side. 'Shit, he's back.'

"W-who is it?" He asked shakily, sitting up to get to his feet.

"It's Chi-Chi, dear." A soft voice came from the other side.

Trunks raised an eyebrow at the female voice. This was most definitely not the Beast. But who the hell was Chi-Chi? A servant? He slowly walked over to the door and when he turned the handle, found that it wasn't locked. Strange. This woman would unlock the door for him but still knock before entering?

When he pulled the door open a crack to see who was on the other side, no one was there . But then a small something pushed passed his feet and came inside. "I thought you might like something hot to drink." It said.

Trunks dropped his head in shock and saw the smiling teapot at his feet, looking up at him warmly. He couldn't help but be rude and point as he backed up. "B-but you're a.... You're not a..." He bumped into the closet chest in his shock, and what stunned him even more was the chuckle it gave out as it told him to be careful of where he was going.

"Th-this is impossible." He breathed, feeling a little ill and wondering if he was sick as he sat on the bed.

"Oh, I know it is!" The closet chest said, a big smile on her (what he assumed to be a her) face. "But here we are." She exclaimed, looking around the room in wonder.

A tiny teacup that stood next to his mother frowned up at him. "I thought you were a girl!" Goten exclaimed, earning him a light scolding from Chi-Chi for being rude at the sight of Trunks' shocked face. 'Does everyone have to think I'm a female!?' He thought, trying to dismiss what the small teacup had said as being the simple innocence of a child as the teapot poured the hot contents of her pot into his tiny chipped cup, warning him not to spill any as he hopped over to the bed for Trunks to take.

At first he looked down at the small teacup, eyeing it suspiciously before slowly getting onto his knees on the floor, holding out his hand and watching with a strange sort of awe as it obediently hopped onto his palm. What was he supposed to do with it now? Drink out of it? But it was alive for crying out loud!

The small cup simply looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to drink so he could go back to his mother. So Trunks simply shrugged his shoulders as he drank from the cup, not knowing how thirsty he really was until the liquid touched his lips and he downed it all quickly. Not caring that it was burning his throat as he swallowed.

He then placed the cup back on the floor, watching with interest as it hopped over to its mother, momentarily forgetting about his predicament. 'This has got to be the strangest thing I have ever seen.' He thought to himself in amazement. His father would have a field day if he could see all the strange little gizmos that were running around.

"Are you alright, dear?" Chi-Chi asked cautiously, wanting to make sure that the boy was alright before she left to go back to the dining room where an angered Gohan was still waiting.

That question snapped Trunks out of his little trance as his eyes became saddened again. "Oh, well... I'm not sure actually." He said sadly, not knowing how to comprehend the situation he was in. How was he supposed to feel? He was a prisoner, but he was given a luxurious room to stay in. Should he be grateful or angered? He was angered for what happened to his father, but at least he was free now. Which actually made him think. Did he have an excuse to be mad? Saddened, yes, but mad?

Chi-Chi noticed the fallen look on his face, and tried to help lighten his situation, but she honestly didn't know what to say to him aside from a simple "cheer up" and "Everything will be alright" before turning around and leaving with the other tea pots and cups, claiming to have many chores that need to be done before dinner. Goten called out bye to him with a bright smile before hopping out of the room behind his mother.

Trunks sighed as he watched the tiny live objects leave him alone again, aside from the smiling closet next to the bed that is.

"Well now," It said cheerily, making him wonder what it was so happy about. "What shall we have you wear for dinner?" She asked, opening up the drawers to look at the insides, not seeming to notice all the moths that flew out as she started picking through her drawers.

"Oh, well that's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner." Trunks said, putting a hand on the open drawer to stop her. There was no way in hell that he would be eating with that monster! For all he knew hewas the dinner!

The cabinet gave out a small gasp. "B-but you have to go!" She cried out fearfully. If he didn't do as Gohan wished then there would certainly be some real hell to pay!

Just then, Piccolo walked in the room, getting the attention of them both as he spoke. "Dinner is ready. Gohan wants you down there to join him."

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Gohan was on all fours, pacing in front of the long fireplace in the dining room nervously, his black hair on end. But why was he even nervous? He ordered the boy to come down and no one disobeys him! So all he had to do was wait.

Still, he growled. "What the hell is taking him so long!?!" He roared out at Yamcha and Chi-Chi, who were both sitting on the top of the glowing and elegant fireplace, cringing at his outburst. It had only been ten minutes since Piccolo was sent to get him. How they wished Gohan would control his temper, he was probably just getting dressed.

"Please try to be patient, sir." Chi-Chi said softly, hoping to ease his anger. "You must realize that the boy has lost so much all in one day. Both his father and his freedom." She said, and Gohan rolled his eyes in annoyance as he continued to pace and fume. What has he lost that's important enough to make him late? That old fool of a father? He set the man free and gave him a decent place to stay in his palace, that should be more than enough to make up for whatever insignificant little thing that he no longer has!

"Master, have you thought that perhaps this young man could help us break the spell?" Yamcha asked, and Gohan snarled at him. "I'm not a fool! I know that!" He glared at the golden candlestick holder. "Why it has to be him though, I do not know." He mumbled under his breath somewhat raspily. His voice was still sounding far too deep and strange for Gohans liking, but it was much better than nothing since he had to learn how to speak all over again when he was transformed by the damn witch.

Chi-Chi sighed, knowing what the problem with him was. "Master, the rose has already begun to wilt and will soon die. I know you would prefer a female but there is no more time left to wait for one to arrive. It is either this boy or no one at all. And you as well as everyone else in the castle will remain trapped like this." She pointed out, trying her best to stand up to his glare and get through to him.

Gohan really hated the idea of it, but she was right, if he didn't earn the love of this young man then he would never be human ever again. 'Ah well, I suppose that after having dinner with him a few times and earning his love, all that will be left for me to do will be to throw him out on his ass once I change back!' He thought, an evil smirk snaking its way onto his grotesque lips.

But there was still one little problem with that. How was anyone expected to love him in his current condition?

Gohan sighed tiredly. "How am I supposed to earn his love when I look like this?" Gohan asked, bringing a big, hairy black paw up for inspection. Sometimes even he couldn't help but cringe at the sight of himself. Did the sorceress really have to make him so ugly?

The teapot smiled warmly at him. "You will only have to make him see past how you look so that he can see who you really are on the inside." She said.

"I don't know how." Gohan grumbled with a frown as he crossed his giant hairy arms.

Chi-Chi narrowed her eyes at him before hopping off of the fireplace and over to sit atop the shining table. If he was going to do this then he seriously needed to stop feeling sorry for himself! "You can start by making yourself more presentable," She started, getting his attention as Yamcha hopped over to her side.

"Quit walking on all fours for starters, it makes you look like a wild animal instead of the prince you really are." She instructed, and Gohan actually did as he was told, thinking that it really made some sense. He was a prince, he should act like it for when he was finally changed back.

"You must also be polite to him," Yamcha cut in with his deep french accent. "Ask if he's enjoying himself, make nice conversation to find out your common interests, and you must remember to smile all the time." He said excitedly. This was really it! Gohan was actually going to try and change for the better! And if he did this then they would all be human again in no time! "Show me your smile." He said with a grin.

Gohan tried not to snarl. He didn't like getting ordered around so much, but he still smiled for him, and it was lucky that there weren't any mirrors in the dining room because both the teapot and the candlestick holder knew that if there were then they would have broke. He looked more like he was smiling before getting ready to run in the for the kill! And it showed off his large fangs too much! He was more likely going to scare their knew guest off before impressing him.

Chi-Chi tried not to cringe at the sight of him. This was going to be a lot harder than what she originally had thought.

Just then, the sound of the door handle turning moved the attention in the room from Gohans scary face to the oak door. Was it finally him?

The door opened a crack, but there was no one there. Gohan frowned before looking down at the floor to see Piccolo's scowling face.

The Beast growled. "Well? Where is he?!" He demanded hotly, getting increasingly impatient with the delay. How long could it take to get ready for a simple formal dinner?!

"He's not coming." Piccolo said simply, wanting to get the awful task of being the messenger done and over with. The reaction that came wasn't an unexpected one.

"WHAT!?!?!"

Gohan smashed down both of the doors of the dining room before charging out into the dark hall like a murderous animal, snarling as he ran up the stairs and towards Trunks' room at a speed that most would consider impossible unless they were to see it first hand. Yamcha, Chi-Chi and Piccolo were right behind him, calling out their pleas for him to stop and be reasonable. He ignored them of course.

No one says no to him!! No one!! Who does this peasant think he is?!

Finally charging down to the end of the hall where the guest bedroom was, Gohan wasted no time in pounding furiously on the door, making both parties inside jump at the shock until they heard the monstrous and rather angered voice on the other side.

"I thought I said you were to join me for dinner!!"

"I'm not hungry!" Trunks yelled back, just as angered. If he didn't want to eat with him then he shouldn't have to!

Gohans eyes widened. No one had ever spoken to him like that before.

He didn't like it. "If you don't come out, Ill break down the door and make you come downstairs!" He bellowed, showing his fangs at the door as if Trunks could see them from the other side. He may not like this guy too much, but that wasn't the point. It was the principal of it! This peasant had to learn his place!

"Master?" Yamcha asked timidly.

"What?!" Gohan snapped his head at him, and Yamcha cringed under the look.

"Well, I may be wrong, but that probably isn't the best way to win the boys affections." He said, trying to be as calm as possible.

Gohan lifted an eyebrow. What in the world was he talking about?! It was that stubborn fool on the other side of the godforsaken door that started this in the first place!!

"Gohan, you must try to at least act polite to him." Piccolo pointed out, not wavering under his stare.

The Beast then sighed in a tired annoyance. It couldn't be too hard, could it? He turned to face the closed door. "Will you join me for dinner?" He grumbled out miserably.
"No!"

Gohan opened his mouth to yell again, but the looks on the faces of his servants stopped him.

"Try to be the mature one about this, be gentle." Chi-Chi said to him.

Gohan snarled, his patience was wearing thin and his guest was being so damned difficult! But still. He did as he was told, trying to control the anger in his voice as he spoke while his hair stood on end. "It would give me great pleasure, if you would join me for dinner." He almost snarled.

"Say please." Yamcha said softly so that Trunks couldn't hear.

Gohan rolled his eyes. "Please?"

"I said no!" Trunks yelled out through the door.

"You can't stay in there forever!!"

"Yes I can!"

"Then you can go ahead and STARVE FOR ALL I CARE!!!!" Gohan roared out, seething in rage at the nerve this boy had for disobeying him like this. He then turned to his servants, snarling at them in a rage and scaring the hell out of them in the process. "He is to never eat unless it's with me!" He ordered before storming off, slamming a door behind him and punching in a wall to vent out his anger.

He was not going to miss out on his chance to become human again simply because this little bastard had an attitude!

Chi-Chi sighed when she saw that he was gone. "This didn't go very well at all, did it?" She asked glumly, and Yamcha shook his head no.

Piccolo then spoke up. "Yamcha, make sure that he doesn't leave that room. I don't even want to think about what Gohan will do if he's caught exploring after that little stunt." He said.

"You can count on me!" Yamcha said with a salute, starting to march in front of the door like a soldier on guard.

"We might as well go back into the kitchen and start cleaning up." He then said, walking away as Chi-
Chi followed closely behind.

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Gohan was still throwing his little fit by the time he made it into his room, knocking over chairs and couches that only intensified the mess that was already there. "I said please and he still refuses?! What the hell does he expect me to do?! Beg!?!?" He roared out in a rage, his eyes almost red with how angered he was as he clenched his hairy fists.

He then looked to a small wooden stand next to his shredded bed, the only thing in the room that wasn't trashed. On it was his glowing rose under a glass case, and beside it was a shining, white crystal mirror. An item that the witch had left him to see the outside world.

He snatched it from where it lay, trying not to cringe at the sight of himself as he looked at his reflection. "Show me the boy." He demanded of it, and the glass became misty for only a second before an image of Trunks, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face appeared. Gohan didn't know what it was, but he couldn't help but think that an angered look on the boys face suited him.

The closet that lived in that room with him was speaking to him.

"The master really isn't so bad once you get to know him," She said eagerly. "You really should give him a chance."

"Ya right! After what he did to my father?!" Trunks snapped angrily, his voice echoing through the mirror. "I don't want to have anything to do with him!"

Gohan sighed, placing the mirror face down on the table gently so as not to break it. "I really am being a fool. He only sees me as a monster." He said, his voice small as he let his sadness come through now that no one was here to see it.

"It's hopeless."

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

A.N: Sorry but I missed this chapter when posting so i'm fixing the error now