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 Ten: Get out!
The darkness of the guest bedroom that he was laying in gave the lavender haired mans surroundings a strange eery and most uncomfortable feeling. The moonlight in the snowy and starlit sky that seeped through the partially open curtains and into the room gave everything a bluish tint that made the room look so much different, and the fact that he could easily hear his own breathing along with the tiniest of mise, should one decide to run across his room, made him feel even worse.
He wasn't afraid of the dark, but when your alone in a strange and foreign castle that has a monster running around as its master, well even the bravest of souls wouldn't be able to withstand a shuddering cringe.
After many hours alone in his room (aside from the now quiet chest closet), Trunks found himself actually regretting the fact that he turned down the Beast's offer to dinner. And his continually rumbling stomach wouldn't let him forget his mistake, despite how hard he was trying.
But then, it's hard to forget something as persistent as an aching hunger when the only thing to do is lay on the bed and stare at the dark ceiling while trying to get to sleep. And the fact that he was wide awake in the darkened room didn't help much at all.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Trunks decided that even the wrath of the Beast was better then laying there, trying to sleep while listening to his stomach complain. So he sat up and turned to put his feet on the cool carpeted floor, finding his boots in the dark before putting them on and walking across the room as quietly as he could. He didn't want to wake up the talking closet and get caught.
Erasa, he thought her name was.
Slowly opening the door a small crack, clenching the handle as if that would stop the creaking, he peaked outside to make sure that no one was there before slipping out and heading down the hall. If he was going to eat then he needed to find the kitchen and do it as fast as he could before he got caught.
What he didn't see as he passed, in front of a ceiling high window concealed by a thick red velvet curtain, was the light from Yamcha's candles as he chased around a feminine feather duster, begging the flirtatious item for more kisses before turning his head and seeing Trunks just as he turned the corner before walking out of sight.
He gasped instantly in fearful shock, immediately forgetting about his date as he ran to try and catch up with him. 'Piccolo's going to kill me!'
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It didn't take long for Trunks to come across the kitchen, in fact it was actually pretty close to his room being only one floor below it, and the light seeping through the cracks of the wooden door made it easy to find as well. But he didn't expect anyone to be inside working at this hour. So when he walked into the room just as Chi-Chi had finished putting Goten away for bed while chatting with Piccolo, everybody went silent. As if they had just finished talking about him.
"Uh, it's good to see you up and about dear." Chi-Chi said warmly, hoping that he didn't catch the nervous tone in her voice. At this, Trunks lets out a relieved sigh before stepping inside, glad that no one seemed to be angered with him for being there instead of in his room. He was also glad that Chi-Chi was here as well. He didn't know her very well but it was still a lot better than anyone else around here.
Piccolo, on the other hand, was fuming. He specifically told Yamcha to watch the door and now because he was most likely out chasing around girls again, Trunks got out of his room! It was sheer luck that Gohan wasn't walking around to find him first and do lord-only-knows what to him!
He sighed tiredly, trying to calm his temper and think rationally. Ah well, it wasn't the boys fault that all this was going on. 'Might as well try to act polite.' He thought as he walked up to the purple haired young man. "It's nice to see that you're alright." He said, stretching out his hand for Trunks to take as he got down to his knees to shake the clock's... erm, hand. But just before he could, a small golden candlestick holder shoved Piccolo out of the way and onto the floor before taking his hand and shaking it himself. He was a little excited and wanted to get on the good side of Gohans future spouse.
"Bonjour! Je'mapelle Yamcha!" It said with a bright smile in its face.
Trunks blinked at the act, but said nothing with the fear of being rude. "Um, bonjour Yamcha." He replied cooly, hoping to make a good first impression.
Piccolo, however fumed. And he marched up to Yamcha before roughly shoving him to the side to get Trunks' attention. He was the head servant so he should be making the introductions. "My name's Piccolo, and if there's anything you might need while living here then you should just ask me." He said, quickly letting out a small cry of pain after Yamcha heatedly burned his arm with one of his lit candles. Piccolo glared at the smirking item, but did nothing else.
"Well," Trunks started up nervously. "I am a little hungry." He said timidly, hoping to not get into any trouble for it since he so rudely turned down the master of the castle's offer for food earlier.
To his relief, Chi-Chi the teapot seemed to be thrilled. "You are?! That's wonderful, dear!" She chirped out gleefully before quickly sending out orders to wake up the dinner plates and have the chef start cooking something up for him to snack on.
Piccolo frowned at this, him being Gohans most loyal servant didn't like seeing his orders so easily disobeyed. Despite how cruel and unfair they could sometimes be. He crossed his arms as he glared at the teapot. "Have you forgotten the masters commands?" He demanded with a tap of his foot.
"Oh just forget about his orders for now! I'm not about to let the poor child go hungry!" She snapped back at him while living pitchers poured milk into glasses and knives cut and buttered bread all by themselves.
The small clock growled. "Fine! He can have a glass of water, a bit of bread and then it's back to his room!" He snarled out in anger.
Yamcha jabbed him in the shoulder disapprovingly when he saw the surprised looks from both Trunks and Ch-Chi. "He's not a prisoner, Piccolo!" The candlestick holder snapped impatiently before looking up at Trunks to send him a supportive glance, hoping to ease his mind. "If anything this could teach Gohan a thing or two about controlling his temper and getting along with people." He whispered so that Trunks couldn't hear before hopping away from him and over to the table to help Chi-Chi.
"Come and sit down, dear." The teapot said warmly as a chair pulled itself out for him to sit in.
Trunks just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other. "I really don't want to get anyone in trouble because of me." He said timidly.
"Nonsense! It will be no trouble at all!" Chi-Chi said cheerily, sending Piccolo a disapproving glare. "Isn't that right?" She asked threateningly, and clock gulped under her stare. He new better than to test her temper, and so he nodded his head and invited their guest to sit down at the table as well.
Trunks sighed in relief as he went for the chair to sit, saying his thank you's to the living items that had allowed it. He was completely starved right now and didn't know what he would do if they had turned him away.
What was waiting for him on the table that had set itself, was a large and delicious looking turkey sandwich, a glass of milk with a pitcher next to it for refills, and a slice of pie for desert. It all looked so good and he wasted no time at all in digging in.
Piccolo, Yamcha and Chi-Chi were stunned with what they were seeing. This quiet and polite young man ate almost as fast as Gohan did! How did he manage to breath properly doing that?! He might as well have bee inhaling the food, and in no time at all was finished his small meal, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand and smiling at their stunned faces sheepishly.
"Um, thank you that was really good." He said, and they all face vaulted. He and Gohan could get along well once they got past their little squabble and made up somehow. Because they evidently had a lot in common.
Piccolo was the first to come out of his stunned little trance and speak. "Well, now that you've eaten you should be heading back for bed." He said, hoping to get him out of his hair as fast as he could.
"I couldn't possibly get to sleep now," Trunks said excitedly. "It's my first time in an enchanted castle." He explained, a bright and expectant smile on his handsome face.
All three faces paled at that. "Wh-who said that this castle was enchanted?" Piccolo asked shakily before turning an angered face to Yamcha. "It was you! Wasn't it?" He snarled under his breath, but Trunks had heard him.
"It wasn't him, I just sort of, figured it out for myself." He said, leaning forward with a sly look on his face. How was it possible to not know?!
Yamcha crossed his arms. "Nice going." He sneered at the clock, who just stood there in shock until Trunks spoke up again.
"Can I go and look around?" He asked him hopefully. Now that the monster was away he didn't feel so small or threatened, and his natural curiosity woke up and he couldn't help but want to see how big this place really was.
Piccolo sputtered at the innocent question. Look around? Him? With Gohan God-only-knows where and probably watching them through his strange little mirror? "I don't think that, that's a very good idea--"
"Can you take me? You probably know everything there is to know about this castle." Trunks asked again hopefully. He was not about to give this up so easily. Plus, it would be a good thing to know his way around in case he was ever forced to run for his life or something. He suppressed a shudder at the thought, hoping that he would never have to do that while living here.
Piccolo sighed, and Chi-Chi smirked at him. She knew that the boy wouldn't give up his request easily and she was also aware that Piccolo knew the same. He was stuck.
"Very well." The clock replied dryly. Time for a tour of the house.
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Walking down the grand, main hallway of the castle, Trunks couldn't help the fact that his head kept on turning in many different directions just to get a good look at everything that he passed. This place was a hell of a lot bigger than he'd originally thought, that much was certain.
There was a red carpet leading everywhere he went, armored knights standing at their stone posts and holding many different types of vicious looking weapons, wall paintings covering the marble walls, and everything seemed to have a history behind it!
As Piccolo and Yamcha were explaining while their voices echoed through the grand castle halls.
"These paintings were created two to three hundred years ago by some of history's most respectable artists. Each costing a fortune in itself." Piccolo said while gesturing to the grand paintings on the walls.
Trunks looked at each one with a strange sort of awe in his eyes. He'd never seen anything so large or beautiful in his entire life, and while they were magnificent pieces of art work, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of their cost. They were great and all, but if they cost a fortune each then they were real wastes in his opinion. Money like that could go towards feeding and sheltering the poor beggars, orphans and blind men on the streets in every village all across the country! Not take up space on someone's walls.
He sighed. Oh well, it was the Beasts money and he could do with it as he pleased, he supposed. Trunks then tried to go back to paying attention to what Piccolo and Yamcha were saying about the statues and paintings, but when he noticed that they went passed a large staircase without so much as even giving it a second glance, he couldn't help but stop his pace and look up at it.
Yamcha was the first to notice him, and so he grabbed Piccolo's arm to stop him from speaking and get his attention. They both turned to look at him in slight confusion mixed in with a nervous air. That was the stairway to Gohans room, and they were both hoping that the young man wouldn't notice it so they could move on without being seen. So much for that idea.
"Is something wrong?" Piccolo asked in his gruff voice, trying to hide how nervous he really was. Most trusted servant or not, Gohan wouldn't take Trunks' walking around without his permission lightly.
Trunks looked up at the red carpeted staircase, that obviously led down a dark hallway curiously, and there appeared to be no other way up. "What's up there?" He asked innocently.
Yamcha was ready to panic when he heard that, while Piccolo tried his best to stay calm, and doing a very good job of appearing to be calm on the outside anyway while Yamcha started to sweat. He found it strange that such simple words could make him perspire so badly while the clock could stand there as if nothing was wrong at all.
He really couldn't help what he said with how scared he was. "Uh, up there? Nothing! Absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing! There's just dust and rats, it's very boring!" He spit out quickly, and Piccolo punched him in the arm angrily, knowing that he just away information that was really none of the boys business.
A sparkling look came into Trunks' eyes at the answer he got, and now he wanted to go and see what was up there more than ever. "So that's the West Wing?" He asked, a smile on his face.
Piccolo folded his arms in annoyance. "Good going." He mumbled to Yamcha under his breath who only cringed in embarrassment.
Trunks simply ignored them as he looked back up the staircase curiously. "I wonder what he's hiding up there?" He thought out loud.
"Hiding?" Piccolo shot his head up at him. "The master's hiding nothing!"
"Then it wouldn't be forbidden." Trunks countered as he turned around and made his way up the stairs. The Beast locked up his father and was keeping him here against his will, so that gave him grounds to be a little disobedient, right?
Yamcha and Piccolo were quick to head him off. "Th-the ball room, or-or the library would be far more entertaining, don't you think?" Yamcha spit out desperately, hoping to get his interests to sway away from Gohans room before something bad happened.
Thankfully for them, it did. "You have a library?" Trunks asked, excited at the idea of a personal library in the castle and crouching down to be closer to their eye level, allowing them to see the wonder and interest that was there. They needed to use this to their advantage and quick.
"Y-yes, of course!" Piccolo stuttered out, hopping down the steps with Yamcha in tow, getting him to follow them.
"With mountains and mountains of books!" The candlestick holder piped in excitedly as they both headed away from the stairs and down the hall, thinking that Trunks was following them as they continued on with their nervous rant meant to hold his attention. Not knowing that he had lagged behind and quickly went up the steps anyway when they weren't looking.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but not the teen after all.
There was nothing but darkness and shadows down that long hall, making it a little colder then it was where all the torches lit up the other areas of the castle that he'd visited, making him shiver slightly. And from what little he could actually see, he could tell that there were no doors aside from the large one at the very end of the hall leading anywhere else. Only one way to go.
There were small stone statues on wooden stands and mirrors that hung on the walls here and there to make up a decoration for the place, but whenever he got close to them for a look he could see that everything was broken and smashed, with glass on the floor and rocks all over that he knew to be from the stone statues.
Trunks was surprised to find himself a little afraid at this point as he walked through the near pitch black area just to get to the end and look at what was there. Trunks knew that the Beast had to of done all this damage in a fit of rage, causing another shiver to run up his spine as he slowed his pace. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Perhaps he should turn back to try and find Piccolo and Yamcha to rejoin them with the tour?
But now that he had made it to the end, and was looking up at the large wooden door just in front of him that led to whatever it was that the Beast was hiding, that thought just seemed so trivial and foolish since he'd already made it this far. So why not go a little further?
Taking in a deep breath while putting his hands on the rusted and heavy door handle, he tried to push it open as quietly as he could, but failed miserably with the extremely loud creaking that it created, making Trunks wince and hold his step for a split second. Trying to listen for any sounds that would indicate if he was caught or not before slowly proceeding, hoping to not have awakened any living objects that may be guarding this place or something.
He gave a small gasp with what he saw. If he thought that, that hallway behind him was trashed then he knew now that it was nothing in comparison to this! It was a grand room, he could tell that much, but he couldn't even see all the way across it due to the amount of shredded curtains and upturned and busted wooden tables and other unnameable dark objects that there were littering the area.
Trunks tried to keep his eyes on everything as he walked through it all, having to crouch and duck under a lot of the trashed items just to get by. What was this place? And why would the Beast and everyone else in the castle try to guard it if there was nothing but trash here?
The lavender haired young man felt himself stumble as something caught at his feet, making his heart race in fear as he caught himself before falling to the ground. When he looked around the dark space he was in, he was thankful to see that no one was around and sighed in relief while trying to calm his nerves. Looking down, he noticed that he simply tripped over a ripped up painting still on its gold colored frame.
He rolled his eyes tiredly, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Damn thing scared me half to death." He mumbled under his breath, kneeling down to pick it up and have a look at what was on it.
He frowned in disappointment to see that half the picture of the black haired man with short hair was missing. The part with his eyes, nose and half of the mouth was gone, with dust and moth holes covering the rest, but then he noticed that the cloth that had the other half for the portrait painted on was still hanging onto the frame. Only by a tiny thread though.
Trunks lay the painting down on the only flat surface he could find before taking the other half of the shredded painting and putting the pieces together to get a look at the face that was on it.
He couldn't help the slight blush that came to his face when he saw it. The most handsome man he'd ever seen in his entire life had been painted on this broken and shredded portrait. He had the deepest and darkest eyes he had ever seen that matched the jet black hair perfectly, and judging by the size of the face a slim figure as well.
Trunks didn't really know what he was doing when he licked his lips and traced his fingers over the face of the gorgeous young man, wondering who he was to have his face painted in a grand castle like this.
'He's so beautiful.' He thought to himself in a trance that was instantly broken with those thoughts as his eyes widened and he tore himself away from the painting. What in the hell was that all about?! 'Okay, I did not just look at a picture of a guy and think about how good looking he is!' He thought to himself as he walked away from where it now lay as fast as he could.
'I'm straight! Hercule is the gay one in the village! Not me!' His thoughts accidentally went back to the face on the painting without fully realizing it during his mental ranting. 'Although with a face like that he could turn anyone's eyes away from the prettiest of girls... GAH!!!'
Trunks quickly shook his head and scratched at his hair with both hands, hoping to make the deceiving thoughts go away before he mentally agreed with them. The last thing he wanted to think about while being held prisoner in a strange castle was his sexuality.
Trunks sighed, trying to calm himself as much as he could while he walked, hoping to find something that would distract his mind and make him forget all about that painting and what it was doing to his head at this very moment.
He didn't have to wait long at all before something came up that caught his eyes and kept the attention there. He came upon a small clearing just in front of an open balcony. It was clearly snowing outside, and the moonlight that streamed in gave the space a beautiful glow. In the center of the clearing Trunks saw a small circular table stand, and on it, to his surprise, was a glowing red rose beneath a glass case.
"Wow." He breathed at the elegant sight of the blooming flower, going over to get a better look at it, his eyes wide in amazement. On a closer inspection it seemed as if it was floating an inch or two into the air just beneath the glass case. Next to it was a beautiful crystal, hand mirror, but he paid no attention to it as he lifted the case off of the flower and gently set it aside, pushing a piece of lavender hair that had gotten into his face behind his ear.
He didn't just want to look at it through the glass, for some odd reason he felt the need to feel it's glowing petals. He wanted to feel how soft they were. He slowly reached a hand down to touch it, as if he was caught in the trance of its sparkling light.
But his fingers barely had the chance to graze over their smoothness before a dark shadow loomed over him, making him freeze up before looking up in fearful shock at where the Beast was glaring murder at him from where he was hanging at the edge of the balcony.
Trunks felt his heart sink at the sight of the dangerous and scary looking monster. He was gonna die for this he just knew it. 'Oh my God.'
Gohan was more than a little shocked when he came back from his walk on the roof to see his guest standing in his room, looking at his things and touching his rose! 'What the fuck is he doing here?!?!' He glared at the boy, the fiercest look he could muster up just as he whipped his head up at him, and he couldn't help the wash of satisfaction that came over him when the younger man saw his enraged face. He'd seen that look before, and under the circumstances he didn't care that it was on the boy's features as he shook while looking up at him.
Terror.
When the Beast jumped at him, Trunks was quick to scramble out of the way before he got stepped on, and no sooner did the monster land did he quickly grab the glass case and put it back on his rose. Holding onto it securely before turning his head at the young man and glaring at him sharply, a low growling sound coming out of his throat.
Trunks was terrified, and he had to continually remind himself to keep breathing while this monster, that was twice his size, glared at him with his insane black eyes. He tried to tell his legs to run, but no matter how much he inwardly screamed at them to do so, he just couldn't budge.
"What are you doing here?" The Beast demanded of him.
Trunks took in a shaking breath, suddenly feeling very stupid and foolish for being in a place that he was warned against going to. "I-I'm sorry." He stuttered out, not knowing what else to say as he managed to take a fearful step back.
"I warned you never to come here!" The monster snapped at him angrily, ignoring the apology and baring his sharp fangs as he approached him.
Gohan was so angered right now that he was almost seeing red as he snarled. Not only did his prisoner have the nerve to leave his room and disobey him, but he was also about to touch his rose! The very thing that showed him how much time he had left to become human! He could have killed it!!
Trunks backed away another two steps, but he still couldn't run. "I-I didn't mean any harm!" He pleaded desperately. Getting increasingly afraid as he started to shake uncontrollably. He didn't know what this creature would do to him for disobeying him, and the fact that he knew what he was capable of doing to him with all that speed and strength only made him all the more afraid of the possibilities.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT DAMAGE YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED!?!" He roared out in a rage, preparing his claws and taking a rapid swipe at him.
Trunks managed to duck out of the way just as a claw grazed his right arm, enough to catch his shirt and send him spiraling to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, but thankfully the razor sharp claw missed his flesh by only a hair. So otherwise he was unharmed, but still not out of harms way.
"GET OUT!!" Gohan bellowed as the boy made it back to his feet and ran for his very life. Gohan took another quick swipe at him but only ended up shredding a dresser and making it fly across the room before landing somewhere with a heavy crash.
It was the only thing ringing in Trunks' ears as he slammed through the heavy wooden door and ran down the cold and dark hall as fast as he could. The Beasts voice echoing right behind him as he practically flew out of there and down the steps two at a time, never knowing that he would be capable of such speeds in his entire life.
"GET OUT!!!!!!!"
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When Gohan had finished throwing his fit of rage by smashing most things within reach, the realization of what he had done had dawned on him. And he couldn't help the great amount of shame and guilt that flooded through his system as he lowered his head and fell to his knees helplessly.
What had he done? It didn't matter if the boy had disobeyed him he shouldn't have attacked him or terrorized him like that. This boy was his only chance of being human again and now he most likely ruined it with his rage. And what if he was seriously hurt because of his attack? How could he ever forgive himself? Or worse yet, how would the boy forgive him? How would he become human then?
"Goddamn it!!" Gohan roared, punching in a wall.
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When Yamcha and Piccolo finally noticed that Trunks wasn't walking with them, they immediately headed back for the West Wing of the castle, fearing the worst for him when they made it up the stairs just in time to hear the rage filled screaming and watch Trunks running down the stairs. His face full of fear and terror, and their hearts sank at the sight of him. Pitying him.
But it wasn't until they saw him grab a spare cloak from off a nearby hanger and head for the front door did their hearts leap into their throats. And they instantly chased after him.
"Where are you going?!?" Yamcha called out, praying to God that he wasn't leaving them.
Trunks gave them one final glance before opening the front door, snow blowing in with the ice cold wind. But it didn't matter. He could take the cold as long as he could go home to his father. "I don't care what I promised him, I'm not staying here a second longer!" He cried out in fright, his voice and breathing off because of the fear and adrenaline running through his veins caused by less then one minute of being in the same room as the castle's master.
Piccolo was stunned with what he just heard. No! He couldn't leave! If he did then they would never be human ever again! "No, come back!" He cried out in sheer desperation, but it was just too late. The door had slammed shut and he was gone.
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, 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 Ten: Get out!
The darkness of the guest bedroom that he was laying in gave the lavender haired mans surroundings a strange eery and most uncomfortable feeling. The moonlight in the snowy and starlit sky that seeped through the partially open curtains and into the room gave everything a bluish tint that made the room look so much different, and the fact that he could easily hear his own breathing along with the tiniest of mise, should one decide to run across his room, made him feel even worse.
He wasn't afraid of the dark, but when your alone in a strange and foreign castle that has a monster running around as its master, well even the bravest of souls wouldn't be able to withstand a shuddering cringe.
After many hours alone in his room (aside from the now quiet chest closet), Trunks found himself actually regretting the fact that he turned down the Beast's offer to dinner. And his continually rumbling stomach wouldn't let him forget his mistake, despite how hard he was trying.
But then, it's hard to forget something as persistent as an aching hunger when the only thing to do is lay on the bed and stare at the dark ceiling while trying to get to sleep. And the fact that he was wide awake in the darkened room didn't help much at all.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Trunks decided that even the wrath of the Beast was better then laying there, trying to sleep while listening to his stomach complain. So he sat up and turned to put his feet on the cool carpeted floor, finding his boots in the dark before putting them on and walking across the room as quietly as he could. He didn't want to wake up the talking closet and get caught.
Erasa, he thought her name was.
Slowly opening the door a small crack, clenching the handle as if that would stop the creaking, he peaked outside to make sure that no one was there before slipping out and heading down the hall. If he was going to eat then he needed to find the kitchen and do it as fast as he could before he got caught.
What he didn't see as he passed, in front of a ceiling high window concealed by a thick red velvet curtain, was the light from Yamcha's candles as he chased around a feminine feather duster, begging the flirtatious item for more kisses before turning his head and seeing Trunks just as he turned the corner before walking out of sight.
He gasped instantly in fearful shock, immediately forgetting about his date as he ran to try and catch up with him. 'Piccolo's going to kill me!'
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It didn't take long for Trunks to come across the kitchen, in fact it was actually pretty close to his room being only one floor below it, and the light seeping through the cracks of the wooden door made it easy to find as well. But he didn't expect anyone to be inside working at this hour. So when he walked into the room just as Chi-Chi had finished putting Goten away for bed while chatting with Piccolo, everybody went silent. As if they had just finished talking about him.
"Uh, it's good to see you up and about dear." Chi-Chi said warmly, hoping that he didn't catch the nervous tone in her voice. At this, Trunks lets out a relieved sigh before stepping inside, glad that no one seemed to be angered with him for being there instead of in his room. He was also glad that Chi-Chi was here as well. He didn't know her very well but it was still a lot better than anyone else around here.
Piccolo, on the other hand, was fuming. He specifically told Yamcha to watch the door and now because he was most likely out chasing around girls again, Trunks got out of his room! It was sheer luck that Gohan wasn't walking around to find him first and do lord-only-knows what to him!
He sighed tiredly, trying to calm his temper and think rationally. Ah well, it wasn't the boys fault that all this was going on. 'Might as well try to act polite.' He thought as he walked up to the purple haired young man. "It's nice to see that you're alright." He said, stretching out his hand for Trunks to take as he got down to his knees to shake the clock's... erm, hand. But just before he could, a small golden candlestick holder shoved Piccolo out of the way and onto the floor before taking his hand and shaking it himself. He was a little excited and wanted to get on the good side of Gohans future spouse.
"Bonjour! Je'mapelle Yamcha!" It said with a bright smile in its face.
Trunks blinked at the act, but said nothing with the fear of being rude. "Um, bonjour Yamcha." He replied cooly, hoping to make a good first impression.
Piccolo, however fumed. And he marched up to Yamcha before roughly shoving him to the side to get Trunks' attention. He was the head servant so he should be making the introductions. "My name's Piccolo, and if there's anything you might need while living here then you should just ask me." He said, quickly letting out a small cry of pain after Yamcha heatedly burned his arm with one of his lit candles. Piccolo glared at the smirking item, but did nothing else.
"Well," Trunks started up nervously. "I am a little hungry." He said timidly, hoping to not get into any trouble for it since he so rudely turned down the master of the castle's offer for food earlier.
To his relief, Chi-Chi the teapot seemed to be thrilled. "You are?! That's wonderful, dear!" She chirped out gleefully before quickly sending out orders to wake up the dinner plates and have the chef start cooking something up for him to snack on.
Piccolo frowned at this, him being Gohans most loyal servant didn't like seeing his orders so easily disobeyed. Despite how cruel and unfair they could sometimes be. He crossed his arms as he glared at the teapot. "Have you forgotten the masters commands?" He demanded with a tap of his foot.
"Oh just forget about his orders for now! I'm not about to let the poor child go hungry!" She snapped back at him while living pitchers poured milk into glasses and knives cut and buttered bread all by themselves.
The small clock growled. "Fine! He can have a glass of water, a bit of bread and then it's back to his room!" He snarled out in anger.
Yamcha jabbed him in the shoulder disapprovingly when he saw the surprised looks from both Trunks and Ch-Chi. "He's not a prisoner, Piccolo!" The candlestick holder snapped impatiently before looking up at Trunks to send him a supportive glance, hoping to ease his mind. "If anything this could teach Gohan a thing or two about controlling his temper and getting along with people." He whispered so that Trunks couldn't hear before hopping away from him and over to the table to help Chi-Chi.
"Come and sit down, dear." The teapot said warmly as a chair pulled itself out for him to sit in.
Trunks just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other. "I really don't want to get anyone in trouble because of me." He said timidly.
"Nonsense! It will be no trouble at all!" Chi-Chi said cheerily, sending Piccolo a disapproving glare. "Isn't that right?" She asked threateningly, and clock gulped under her stare. He new better than to test her temper, and so he nodded his head and invited their guest to sit down at the table as well.
Trunks sighed in relief as he went for the chair to sit, saying his thank you's to the living items that had allowed it. He was completely starved right now and didn't know what he would do if they had turned him away.
What was waiting for him on the table that had set itself, was a large and delicious looking turkey sandwich, a glass of milk with a pitcher next to it for refills, and a slice of pie for desert. It all looked so good and he wasted no time at all in digging in.
Piccolo, Yamcha and Chi-Chi were stunned with what they were seeing. This quiet and polite young man ate almost as fast as Gohan did! How did he manage to breath properly doing that?! He might as well have bee inhaling the food, and in no time at all was finished his small meal, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand and smiling at their stunned faces sheepishly.
"Um, thank you that was really good." He said, and they all face vaulted. He and Gohan could get along well once they got past their little squabble and made up somehow. Because they evidently had a lot in common.
Piccolo was the first to come out of his stunned little trance and speak. "Well, now that you've eaten you should be heading back for bed." He said, hoping to get him out of his hair as fast as he could.
"I couldn't possibly get to sleep now," Trunks said excitedly. "It's my first time in an enchanted castle." He explained, a bright and expectant smile on his handsome face.
All three faces paled at that. "Wh-who said that this castle was enchanted?" Piccolo asked shakily before turning an angered face to Yamcha. "It was you! Wasn't it?" He snarled under his breath, but Trunks had heard him.
"It wasn't him, I just sort of, figured it out for myself." He said, leaning forward with a sly look on his face. How was it possible to not know?!
Yamcha crossed his arms. "Nice going." He sneered at the clock, who just stood there in shock until Trunks spoke up again.
"Can I go and look around?" He asked him hopefully. Now that the monster was away he didn't feel so small or threatened, and his natural curiosity woke up and he couldn't help but want to see how big this place really was.
Piccolo sputtered at the innocent question. Look around? Him? With Gohan God-only-knows where and probably watching them through his strange little mirror? "I don't think that, that's a very good idea--"
"Can you take me? You probably know everything there is to know about this castle." Trunks asked again hopefully. He was not about to give this up so easily. Plus, it would be a good thing to know his way around in case he was ever forced to run for his life or something. He suppressed a shudder at the thought, hoping that he would never have to do that while living here.
Piccolo sighed, and Chi-Chi smirked at him. She knew that the boy wouldn't give up his request easily and she was also aware that Piccolo knew the same. He was stuck.
"Very well." The clock replied dryly. Time for a tour of the house.
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Walking down the grand, main hallway of the castle, Trunks couldn't help the fact that his head kept on turning in many different directions just to get a good look at everything that he passed. This place was a hell of a lot bigger than he'd originally thought, that much was certain.
There was a red carpet leading everywhere he went, armored knights standing at their stone posts and holding many different types of vicious looking weapons, wall paintings covering the marble walls, and everything seemed to have a history behind it!
As Piccolo and Yamcha were explaining while their voices echoed through the grand castle halls.
"These paintings were created two to three hundred years ago by some of history's most respectable artists. Each costing a fortune in itself." Piccolo said while gesturing to the grand paintings on the walls.
Trunks looked at each one with a strange sort of awe in his eyes. He'd never seen anything so large or beautiful in his entire life, and while they were magnificent pieces of art work, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of their cost. They were great and all, but if they cost a fortune each then they were real wastes in his opinion. Money like that could go towards feeding and sheltering the poor beggars, orphans and blind men on the streets in every village all across the country! Not take up space on someone's walls.
He sighed. Oh well, it was the Beasts money and he could do with it as he pleased, he supposed. Trunks then tried to go back to paying attention to what Piccolo and Yamcha were saying about the statues and paintings, but when he noticed that they went passed a large staircase without so much as even giving it a second glance, he couldn't help but stop his pace and look up at it.
Yamcha was the first to notice him, and so he grabbed Piccolo's arm to stop him from speaking and get his attention. They both turned to look at him in slight confusion mixed in with a nervous air. That was the stairway to Gohans room, and they were both hoping that the young man wouldn't notice it so they could move on without being seen. So much for that idea.
"Is something wrong?" Piccolo asked in his gruff voice, trying to hide how nervous he really was. Most trusted servant or not, Gohan wouldn't take Trunks' walking around without his permission lightly.
Trunks looked up at the red carpeted staircase, that obviously led down a dark hallway curiously, and there appeared to be no other way up. "What's up there?" He asked innocently.
Yamcha was ready to panic when he heard that, while Piccolo tried his best to stay calm, and doing a very good job of appearing to be calm on the outside anyway while Yamcha started to sweat. He found it strange that such simple words could make him perspire so badly while the clock could stand there as if nothing was wrong at all.
He really couldn't help what he said with how scared he was. "Uh, up there? Nothing! Absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing! There's just dust and rats, it's very boring!" He spit out quickly, and Piccolo punched him in the arm angrily, knowing that he just away information that was really none of the boys business.
A sparkling look came into Trunks' eyes at the answer he got, and now he wanted to go and see what was up there more than ever. "So that's the West Wing?" He asked, a smile on his face.
Piccolo folded his arms in annoyance. "Good going." He mumbled to Yamcha under his breath who only cringed in embarrassment.
Trunks simply ignored them as he looked back up the staircase curiously. "I wonder what he's hiding up there?" He thought out loud.
"Hiding?" Piccolo shot his head up at him. "The master's hiding nothing!"
"Then it wouldn't be forbidden." Trunks countered as he turned around and made his way up the stairs. The Beast locked up his father and was keeping him here against his will, so that gave him grounds to be a little disobedient, right?
Yamcha and Piccolo were quick to head him off. "Th-the ball room, or-or the library would be far more entertaining, don't you think?" Yamcha spit out desperately, hoping to get his interests to sway away from Gohans room before something bad happened.
Thankfully for them, it did. "You have a library?" Trunks asked, excited at the idea of a personal library in the castle and crouching down to be closer to their eye level, allowing them to see the wonder and interest that was there. They needed to use this to their advantage and quick.
"Y-yes, of course!" Piccolo stuttered out, hopping down the steps with Yamcha in tow, getting him to follow them.
"With mountains and mountains of books!" The candlestick holder piped in excitedly as they both headed away from the stairs and down the hall, thinking that Trunks was following them as they continued on with their nervous rant meant to hold his attention. Not knowing that he had lagged behind and quickly went up the steps anyway when they weren't looking.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but not the teen after all.
There was nothing but darkness and shadows down that long hall, making it a little colder then it was where all the torches lit up the other areas of the castle that he'd visited, making him shiver slightly. And from what little he could actually see, he could tell that there were no doors aside from the large one at the very end of the hall leading anywhere else. Only one way to go.
There were small stone statues on wooden stands and mirrors that hung on the walls here and there to make up a decoration for the place, but whenever he got close to them for a look he could see that everything was broken and smashed, with glass on the floor and rocks all over that he knew to be from the stone statues.
Trunks was surprised to find himself a little afraid at this point as he walked through the near pitch black area just to get to the end and look at what was there. Trunks knew that the Beast had to of done all this damage in a fit of rage, causing another shiver to run up his spine as he slowed his pace. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Perhaps he should turn back to try and find Piccolo and Yamcha to rejoin them with the tour?
But now that he had made it to the end, and was looking up at the large wooden door just in front of him that led to whatever it was that the Beast was hiding, that thought just seemed so trivial and foolish since he'd already made it this far. So why not go a little further?
Taking in a deep breath while putting his hands on the rusted and heavy door handle, he tried to push it open as quietly as he could, but failed miserably with the extremely loud creaking that it created, making Trunks wince and hold his step for a split second. Trying to listen for any sounds that would indicate if he was caught or not before slowly proceeding, hoping to not have awakened any living objects that may be guarding this place or something.
He gave a small gasp with what he saw. If he thought that, that hallway behind him was trashed then he knew now that it was nothing in comparison to this! It was a grand room, he could tell that much, but he couldn't even see all the way across it due to the amount of shredded curtains and upturned and busted wooden tables and other unnameable dark objects that there were littering the area.
Trunks tried to keep his eyes on everything as he walked through it all, having to crouch and duck under a lot of the trashed items just to get by. What was this place? And why would the Beast and everyone else in the castle try to guard it if there was nothing but trash here?
The lavender haired young man felt himself stumble as something caught at his feet, making his heart race in fear as he caught himself before falling to the ground. When he looked around the dark space he was in, he was thankful to see that no one was around and sighed in relief while trying to calm his nerves. Looking down, he noticed that he simply tripped over a ripped up painting still on its gold colored frame.
He rolled his eyes tiredly, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Damn thing scared me half to death." He mumbled under his breath, kneeling down to pick it up and have a look at what was on it.
He frowned in disappointment to see that half the picture of the black haired man with short hair was missing. The part with his eyes, nose and half of the mouth was gone, with dust and moth holes covering the rest, but then he noticed that the cloth that had the other half for the portrait painted on was still hanging onto the frame. Only by a tiny thread though.
Trunks lay the painting down on the only flat surface he could find before taking the other half of the shredded painting and putting the pieces together to get a look at the face that was on it.
He couldn't help the slight blush that came to his face when he saw it. The most handsome man he'd ever seen in his entire life had been painted on this broken and shredded portrait. He had the deepest and darkest eyes he had ever seen that matched the jet black hair perfectly, and judging by the size of the face a slim figure as well.
Trunks didn't really know what he was doing when he licked his lips and traced his fingers over the face of the gorgeous young man, wondering who he was to have his face painted in a grand castle like this.
'He's so beautiful.' He thought to himself in a trance that was instantly broken with those thoughts as his eyes widened and he tore himself away from the painting. What in the hell was that all about?! 'Okay, I did not just look at a picture of a guy and think about how good looking he is!' He thought to himself as he walked away from where it now lay as fast as he could.
'I'm straight! Hercule is the gay one in the village! Not me!' His thoughts accidentally went back to the face on the painting without fully realizing it during his mental ranting. 'Although with a face like that he could turn anyone's eyes away from the prettiest of girls... GAH!!!'
Trunks quickly shook his head and scratched at his hair with both hands, hoping to make the deceiving thoughts go away before he mentally agreed with them. The last thing he wanted to think about while being held prisoner in a strange castle was his sexuality.
Trunks sighed, trying to calm himself as much as he could while he walked, hoping to find something that would distract his mind and make him forget all about that painting and what it was doing to his head at this very moment.
He didn't have to wait long at all before something came up that caught his eyes and kept the attention there. He came upon a small clearing just in front of an open balcony. It was clearly snowing outside, and the moonlight that streamed in gave the space a beautiful glow. In the center of the clearing Trunks saw a small circular table stand, and on it, to his surprise, was a glowing red rose beneath a glass case.
"Wow." He breathed at the elegant sight of the blooming flower, going over to get a better look at it, his eyes wide in amazement. On a closer inspection it seemed as if it was floating an inch or two into the air just beneath the glass case. Next to it was a beautiful crystal, hand mirror, but he paid no attention to it as he lifted the case off of the flower and gently set it aside, pushing a piece of lavender hair that had gotten into his face behind his ear.
He didn't just want to look at it through the glass, for some odd reason he felt the need to feel it's glowing petals. He wanted to feel how soft they were. He slowly reached a hand down to touch it, as if he was caught in the trance of its sparkling light.
But his fingers barely had the chance to graze over their smoothness before a dark shadow loomed over him, making him freeze up before looking up in fearful shock at where the Beast was glaring murder at him from where he was hanging at the edge of the balcony.
Trunks felt his heart sink at the sight of the dangerous and scary looking monster. He was gonna die for this he just knew it. 'Oh my God.'
Gohan was more than a little shocked when he came back from his walk on the roof to see his guest standing in his room, looking at his things and touching his rose! 'What the fuck is he doing here?!?!' He glared at the boy, the fiercest look he could muster up just as he whipped his head up at him, and he couldn't help the wash of satisfaction that came over him when the younger man saw his enraged face. He'd seen that look before, and under the circumstances he didn't care that it was on the boy's features as he shook while looking up at him.
Terror.
When the Beast jumped at him, Trunks was quick to scramble out of the way before he got stepped on, and no sooner did the monster land did he quickly grab the glass case and put it back on his rose. Holding onto it securely before turning his head at the young man and glaring at him sharply, a low growling sound coming out of his throat.
Trunks was terrified, and he had to continually remind himself to keep breathing while this monster, that was twice his size, glared at him with his insane black eyes. He tried to tell his legs to run, but no matter how much he inwardly screamed at them to do so, he just couldn't budge.
"What are you doing here?" The Beast demanded of him.
Trunks took in a shaking breath, suddenly feeling very stupid and foolish for being in a place that he was warned against going to. "I-I'm sorry." He stuttered out, not knowing what else to say as he managed to take a fearful step back.
"I warned you never to come here!" The monster snapped at him angrily, ignoring the apology and baring his sharp fangs as he approached him.
Gohan was so angered right now that he was almost seeing red as he snarled. Not only did his prisoner have the nerve to leave his room and disobey him, but he was also about to touch his rose! The very thing that showed him how much time he had left to become human! He could have killed it!!
Trunks backed away another two steps, but he still couldn't run. "I-I didn't mean any harm!" He pleaded desperately. Getting increasingly afraid as he started to shake uncontrollably. He didn't know what this creature would do to him for disobeying him, and the fact that he knew what he was capable of doing to him with all that speed and strength only made him all the more afraid of the possibilities.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT DAMAGE YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED!?!" He roared out in a rage, preparing his claws and taking a rapid swipe at him.
Trunks managed to duck out of the way just as a claw grazed his right arm, enough to catch his shirt and send him spiraling to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, but thankfully the razor sharp claw missed his flesh by only a hair. So otherwise he was unharmed, but still not out of harms way.
"GET OUT!!" Gohan bellowed as the boy made it back to his feet and ran for his very life. Gohan took another quick swipe at him but only ended up shredding a dresser and making it fly across the room before landing somewhere with a heavy crash.
It was the only thing ringing in Trunks' ears as he slammed through the heavy wooden door and ran down the cold and dark hall as fast as he could. The Beasts voice echoing right behind him as he practically flew out of there and down the steps two at a time, never knowing that he would be capable of such speeds in his entire life.
"GET OUT!!!!!!!"
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When Gohan had finished throwing his fit of rage by smashing most things within reach, the realization of what he had done had dawned on him. And he couldn't help the great amount of shame and guilt that flooded through his system as he lowered his head and fell to his knees helplessly.
What had he done? It didn't matter if the boy had disobeyed him he shouldn't have attacked him or terrorized him like that. This boy was his only chance of being human again and now he most likely ruined it with his rage. And what if he was seriously hurt because of his attack? How could he ever forgive himself? Or worse yet, how would the boy forgive him? How would he become human then?
"Goddamn it!!" Gohan roared, punching in a wall.
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When Yamcha and Piccolo finally noticed that Trunks wasn't walking with them, they immediately headed back for the West Wing of the castle, fearing the worst for him when they made it up the stairs just in time to hear the rage filled screaming and watch Trunks running down the stairs. His face full of fear and terror, and their hearts sank at the sight of him. Pitying him.
But it wasn't until they saw him grab a spare cloak from off a nearby hanger and head for the front door did their hearts leap into their throats. And they instantly chased after him.
"Where are you going?!?" Yamcha called out, praying to God that he wasn't leaving them.
Trunks gave them one final glance before opening the front door, snow blowing in with the ice cold wind. But it didn't matter. He could take the cold as long as he could go home to his father. "I don't care what I promised him, I'm not staying here a second longer!" He cried out in fright, his voice and breathing off because of the fear and adrenaline running through his veins caused by less then one minute of being in the same room as the castle's master.
Piccolo was stunned with what he just heard. No! He couldn't leave! If he did then they would never be human ever again! "No, come back!" He cried out in sheer desperation, but it was just too late. The door had slammed shut and he was gone.
To Be Continued.........................................