Beauty and the Beast
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interrest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Chapter Eleven: Thank You
Trunks didn't really know how fast he was riding his poor horse through the biting cold snow and wind of the dark forest, but for the moment, he didn't care. He'd make it up to the animal when he got home with lots of carrots and other treats that he liked. Just as long as he got there in one piece he didn't care.
While he rode through the dark and shadowy trees, trying to ignore the tiny scratches and scrapes that the branches gave his face and hands as he rushed passed them, purple locks flowing behind him in the wind, a part of him was harshly scolding himself for going back on his word and trying to escape after saying that he wouldn't. And he was forced to continually tell that part of his mind to shut the hell up and stop bothering him so he could go faster and get away.
That thing nearly killed him back there! Yes, he disobeyed. He would be the first to admit to that. Hell, he would even apologize for it again if given the chance, which he seriously hoped he wouldn't need. But it was no excuse for trying to shred him into little bits before throwing entire furniture pieces at him! How the hell was he expected to stay in a place where his very life would be in danger?
He just wanted to go home to his father. He would be safe there and then everything would be okay. He would be far away from that thing in a place where he would never be found and could just forget about this whole thing!
Now, all he had to do was find his way there. He was lost.
Trunks slowed his panting horse to a quick stop to have a look at his surroundings, his breath as well as the horse's coming out in steam for them to clearly see before it disappeared. All the leaves had fallen from the now sleeping trees and snow was covering everything in a thick blanket of white frost. Strange how the wind didn't seem to be as strong when he stopped riding, but he had no time to think about that right now.
His brow furrowed as he whipped his head around. "Everything looks the same." He mused to himself in frustration. How the hell was he expected to find his way home if he couldn't remember the path? No doubt Phillipe wouldn't be able to take him home either since the scent that he followed to get here had probably gone dry with the previous snow storm.
He sighed, slumping his shoulders in his saddle. "This is just great." He mumbled to himself both miserably and tiredly. It must be nearing dawn at this point and he was completely exhausted. Feeling as he could sleep right there in his saddle.
That relaxed position didn't last very long though as Trunks was quick to lift up his head in both shock and fear at the sound of an animalistic growling coming from behind him, and for a moment, he thought he had been caught by the Beast. Becoming fully awake at the awful and frightening idea.
He slowly turned his head to the side to see what was there in the corner of his eye, and was more than a little stunned to see that it wasn't the Beast, but a whole pack of wild and rabid wolves. All of which were eyeing him hungrily.
He gasped at the sight of them, each one looking at him with insane glowing eyes as they prepared to pounce on him and his horse. But before he could even command the animal to make a run for it, one of the larger and more vicious looking wolves of the pack jumped in directly in front of Phillipe, startling the animal as it cried out in fright and jumped to his hind legs, throwing Trunks to the cold ground and snow with a yell of surprise.
He was back on his feet in an instant, feeling his heart pound beneath his chest in fear as he quickly looked at all the hungry animals that slowly surrounded both him and his horse. Why didn't the animal try to run away without him?
The young man had only enough time to see that his reins were tangled in the branches of a nearby tree before one of the snarling animals made a jump at him and he was thrown to his back again. The wind getting knocked out of him with the fall and the weight of the animal on top of him.
Trunks managed to quickly get a hold of the rabid animals throat before it could snap its sharp jaws at him, but the claws on the hairy paws of the animal were no better as they frantically scratched at his chest. Trying to make him let go so that it could make the kill, and making Trunks cry out in pain and struggle harder, using all his strength in an attempt to get it off of him. The snarling wolf above him was a lot stronger than it looked and really wanted to eat!
Getting a quick idea from, he didn't know where, Trunks rolled himself and the animal over to their sides before kicking it as hard as he could in the ribs. And when the animal yelped in pain and ran back to the nearby pack he got to his feet again and made a desperate but slow run for his horse. Worn out from the fight with the vicious animal.
The wolves only getting more hungry and excited at the sight of his running and struggling as two more ran from the pack to make their attack.
A few of the other wolves were busying themselves with trying to get at Phillipe, but the horse was doing a good job of keeping them at bay with his constant kicking and jumping, while the rest waited for the kill to be done and over with so they could eat.
Just before Trunks could make it to his panicking horse, one of the two wolves made another jump at him, grabbing his tunic with his teeth and dragging him, once again, back to the cold ground, making an "Oomph!" sound when he hit. Feeling dizzy from all the times he went spinning to the ground.
He contemplated getting up to try again, but decided against it. It was just him against an entire pack of starving wolves that weren't about to let him leave. So what was the point? He was too tired to try and make a run for it anyway. It was a long way back to the village, and with the way he was pushing Phillipe mere moments ago, there was no way the horse would be able to outrun them all.
He just lay there for a few seconds, trying as hard as he could to take in the air without choking on it as he breathed as if he'd just ran around his village ten times over. The proof being the heavy rise and fall of his chest. He couldn't even hear his horse crying or the wolves barking. He was just too tired to care as he waited for his death. Feeling bitter that this was how he was going to die. Robbed of his life in the middle of the woods by wild animals with no one around who would give a damn.
But then this was his own fault, now wasn't it?
At that thought he started to think of his father, and wondered whether or not he was being thought of right now, trying to find some small comfort in that fact.
Slowly finding the strength in his neck to lift his head and see what the delay was, Trunks got a full frontal view of an angry wolf as it snarled insanely in his face. The young man felt his heart sink even further at the very sight, but he just didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
Just as the animal was about to make a killing snap at Trunks' throat, it was sharply pulled back by the scruff of the neck, only to get a thundering roar in the face by an animal five times larger than it was. To the shock of the pack, as well as Trunks who looked up in disbelief with what he was seeing, his blue eyes wide in shock. Not knowing if he should be grateful or terrified.
Gohan was quick to throw the animal away, as if it was nothing to him at all as he took a protective stance over the boy still lying in fear in the snow. He still had the rest of the pack to worry about now, and with the lot of them combined this was going to be more than a little difficult.
He let out a ferocious roar at the many snarling and approaching wolves before fearlessly charging at them, snow flying in all directions as his giant paws dug into the earth with his attacks.
He attacked them quickly, making sure that their attention was drawn to him and not to Trunks or the horse as he snarled and swiped. Filling the air with the scent of animal blood as his claws dug at their flesh with his onslaught, but also as their teeth bit sharply through his. Making him roar out in pain as he thrashed about them. Trying to get the ones that were attacking and jumping on his back off before they could do too much damage.
He suddenly felt the weight on his spine diminish a bit as one of the wolves was thrown from him, and he whipped his head behind him to see, in nothing less than shock, that the peasant had done it. The boy had grabbed a thick and heavy stick before crashing it into one of the wolves mercilessly tearing at the flesh of his back.
The boy was actually helping him? Amazing.
Right now he still had to focus his attention on the many vicious and dangerous animals out for more of his blood and a little of the young mans next to him. Getting desperate to end this as he felt himself weaken and his vision start to blur.
They were fast. Really fast. It was a lot harder to fight off a pack of wild dogs then he thought it would be. And it wasn't until one of them bit down on his arm hard enough to make him roar out in pain again as the fangs cut through his flesh and muscle, that he grabbed at the offending animal by the skull before throwing it face first into the base of a thick pine tree.
The animal broke its neck and died before it hit the snowy ground, causing all the others to abandon their hopes for a decent meal and immediately retreat at the sight of their fallen brother. Whining and crying as they pitifully ran for their lives.
Trunks dropped the stick he held in his hands when he saw the animals retreating, grateful that today really wasn't the day he was going to die and letting out a breath of pure relief to show it.
He didn't know why he helped the Beast when he could obviously hold his own in a fight, or where he found the strength to do it, but he just... felt like he had to do it when he saw all those snarling animals jump on him like that. It bothered him seeing him attacked with unfair numbers. In fact it royally pissed him off.
He turned his head to where to Beast was still standing, still breathless from the fight, and hoping that if he apologized for leaving and thanked him quickly enough, he wouldn't get into too much trouble.
Needless to say he was just a little taken back when he looked at him just in time to see him fall flat on his face, unconscious in the cold snow with a thud that shook the very trees and made all birds nearby fly away in a mindless panic.
A cold wind gently blew by as he stood there in the dark silence, looking at his still form in shock and wondering if he should just leave or not. It was his perfect chance to escape! He could go home now and forget that this awful experience ever happened! The Beast couldn't be hurt that badly, could he?
Of course not.
Making up his mind, Trunks ran back for where his frightened horse was still waiting, untangling the reins from the tree branches to free him. But just as he was about to hop up on the animals back and make his escape, he stopped. Frozen on the spot and unable to go further.
He gripped the saddle tightly, willing himself to just get it over with and leave and irritated that he couldn't. 'He'll be fine! Just go! GO!' He inwardly yelled at himself, but he still couldn't move despite the inward rants.
Trunks slowly turned his head around to see where the Beast was still laying, and without fully realizing it, found himself letting go of the horse and walking over to where he lay. He took in a deep breath. "I'll just make sure he's okay, then I'll leave." He said out loud, trying to calm himself as he went.
When he made it over to where the giant animal like creature lay, he couldn't stifle the gasp that made its way up his throat at the sight of him.
He was almost completely covered in blood! The black fur that covered his body made it hard to see, but due to how soaked his coat was and the fact that it was staining the snow he lay on red made it painfully obvious how hurt the animal before him really was. Those wolves had done a better job of attacking him then it looked in the middle of the fight.
And to think he almost left him there.
Trunks bit his lip, knowing he couldn't leave now. Not after he saved his life like that. The scent of blood was in the air and those wolves would be back soon. He would surely die! He quickly got down on one knee before taking off his cloak and covering the Beast with it, trying to keep him as warm as possible and stifle the flow of blood. He didn't know how badly wounded he was actually was, and for all he knew a lot of it could have come from the wolves, but he didn't want to take any chances.
He looked over at where his horse still stood, expectantly waiting for him, before whistling for him to come over. Thankfully Phillipe did as he was ordered and came to where he was kneeling.
Trunks looked back down at Gohans large and unconscious form, sighing. "This isn't going to be easy." He mused out loud, getting to work on trying to lift him onto the horse so they could head back.
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By the time they had started walking back to the dark castle, it had started to snow, heavily, making the long trip harder on both Trunks and the horse, since they were the ones doing all the walking, and the horse had a heavy load to carry as well.
Thankfully Gohan had managed to wake himself enough to help with getting himself on the horse's back, but passed out again soon after, completely exhausted from chasing Trunks through the woods, to fighting off those many attacking dogs and bleeding out his life because of their sharp fangs and claws.
Trunks watched over him like a hawk the whole way back, making sure he didn't fall off of Phillipe's back and making sure the cloak he gave him stayed on. He was a little cold without it, but at least the Beast would be kept warm. And he was the one who needed it most at this point anyway, so he didn't complain.
When they finally got to the castle, many of Gohans servants were waiting anxiously near the door, and most panicked at the sight of their injured master. Instantly running about to gather some medical supplies and prepare a warm room for him, one with a fireplace.
::One Hour Later::
Trunks poured the steaming hot contents of Chi-Chi's pot into a large bowl, soaking a cloth in the hot water before ringing it out for use.
Fortunately or unfortunately, he couldn't decide which, the Beast had woken up in the middle of getting his wounds dressed and bandaged. And the first thing he did was complain about the pain and growl at anyone who came near him.
Trunks simply ignored it all. His cuts needed to be taken care of, and the fact that he was still trying to lick the open ones clean wasn't helping at all. His small injuries could be taken care of after he got all of the Beasts finished up, all the wolves managed to do to him through their attacks was give him large red slash marks on his chest with slight bruising through his clothes. That wasn't important.
Trunks walked up to where he sat, in his grand chair in front of the warm crackling fire. The hot cloth in one hand and some more bandages in the other as he looked down at Gohan, licking the wound on his arm clean, with a frown. "You shouldn't do that." He said quietly. Earning himself an angry snarl from the animal in question.
He couldn't help but cringe.
Yamcha, Piccolo, Chi-Chi, as well as every other servant in the room backed away from the angry Beast in fear. Wondering where the boy found the courage he had to approach him anyway despite the teeth baring snarled warning he was being given.
Needles to say, Gohan was pissed. He was only full of these stinging cuts and scrapes because his guest ran away on him and almost got himself killed by those stupid animals. And every time someone came near him with something that stung like bitch, yet was supposedly good for him, they were wise enough to stay away once he yelled at their incompetence the first time.
All except the boy that is.
Trunks tried to put the heated cloth on the open cut on his furry arm, but Gohan stubbornly kept on moving out of the way. "Just hold still!" He finally managed to get it on only to receive a loud roar of pain that shook the very walls of the castle.
"THAT HURT!!" He screamed at him, making his hair fly behind his head.
"IF YOU'D JUST HOLD STILL IT WOULDN'T HURT AS MUCH!!" Trunks countered angrily, getting tired of the attitude.
"Well if you weren't stupid enough to run away, this wouldn't have happened." Gohan shot back smugly, thinking for sure that he'd won the argument until Trunks spoke up again.
"If you hadn't scared the shit out of me, I wouldn't have run away!" He snapped back, not caring about his choice of language, and for a moment, Gohan surprised himself when he found that he was stuck. He couldn't really think of anything to justify what had happened earlier.
Trunks folded his arms, waiting for him to shoot something back at him. There was no way he was going to lose this argument. If he did then the Beast would never let him forget it and shame him for his foolishness in leaving for as long as he lived! Forget that!!
Meanwhile all the servants in the room looked at the unfolding scene in complete awe, their mouths hanging open in a shocked stupor. No one had ever spoken to Gohan like that before! It was quite an amazing sight to see actually.
Gohans look became smug once again. "Well YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"
"Well YOU should get over yourself and control your temper!" Trunks shouted, eyes blazing in the heat of the argument. He only apologized about a million times for leaving, what more did he want?!
Once again, Gohan found himself with nothing to throw back at him. Stunned at himself for losing a stupid argument to a simple peasant, just decided to ignore his whining as best as he could.
He made a low growling sound in his throat, propping his elbow up onto the arm of the chair before resting his head in his hand and looking away. What did he care if he was in the wrong or right anyway? It wasn't like this boy's opinion actually meant something to him. He only needed him to break the spell, that was all.
He vaguely registered the lavender haired teen telling him that what he was about to do would hurt until the cloth was placed on his open wound again, stinging something awful and making him bite his tongue to hold back the cry of pain. Making him groan instead as he gripped the chair tighter.
Trunks looked up at his cringing face at the sound of his pain, feeling pity for him mixed in with the guilt that this actually was his fault. But he still wasn't about to let the Beast know that as he gently cleaned the wound. Getting the bandages ready to cover it up so that it could properly heal.
"By the way," He started nervously, realizing he had yet to say this to him. "Thank you, for saving my life back there."
Gohans face softened when he heard that, not sure if he actually had heard it. Was the boy actually thanking him? Looking back down at him, and seeing the sincerity in his sparkling, deep blue eyes as he looked up at him, waiting for his approval, he knew that he truly meant what he was saying. No one's ever thanked him for anything before without sucking up for something before or afterwards. But then again, he's never done anything to deserve anyone's genuine thanks either.
It was at this point when he realized just how gentle the boy was being with his wounds, wrapping the bandage around his arm like he had done to the other wounded areas on his body, his tail included, he practically wasn't touching him at all with his light fingers.
Most likely thinking that he wasn't about to respond, the blue eyes teen went back to his work on the bandages, not knowing that he was being studied as he did, and if he did know, he was doing a good job of hiding how nervous he felt under the Beast's observant gaze.
He was being so gentle. It didn't even hurt anymore. The feeling of his fingers as they ghosted over the fur on his arm while his brow was creased in concentration made him actually admire the boy for his skill, and he wondered if he's ever done this to anyone else before him. Trying not to get jealous at the thought.
"You're welcome." He finally responded, making Trunks look back up at him in slight shock before smiling at him in appreciation.
A few of the servants stepped a little closer, wondering if they heard their master correctly when he responded to the young man with a polite and respectful tone of voice.
That didn't happen. EVER.
'So,' Gohan thought as he looked down at his face, which he was actually finding to be attractive, especially with the warm smile on his face. 'Angered or smiling both looks actually suit him well.' He thought with a smirk.
If he was going to be stuck with another male, then he would be content with this one.
To Be Continued......................................
A.N: Okay there was a chapter i missed when posting, and that's why this is chapter 11 and not 10. sorry about that
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interrest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Chapter Eleven: Thank You
Trunks didn't really know how fast he was riding his poor horse through the biting cold snow and wind of the dark forest, but for the moment, he didn't care. He'd make it up to the animal when he got home with lots of carrots and other treats that he liked. Just as long as he got there in one piece he didn't care.
While he rode through the dark and shadowy trees, trying to ignore the tiny scratches and scrapes that the branches gave his face and hands as he rushed passed them, purple locks flowing behind him in the wind, a part of him was harshly scolding himself for going back on his word and trying to escape after saying that he wouldn't. And he was forced to continually tell that part of his mind to shut the hell up and stop bothering him so he could go faster and get away.
That thing nearly killed him back there! Yes, he disobeyed. He would be the first to admit to that. Hell, he would even apologize for it again if given the chance, which he seriously hoped he wouldn't need. But it was no excuse for trying to shred him into little bits before throwing entire furniture pieces at him! How the hell was he expected to stay in a place where his very life would be in danger?
He just wanted to go home to his father. He would be safe there and then everything would be okay. He would be far away from that thing in a place where he would never be found and could just forget about this whole thing!
Now, all he had to do was find his way there. He was lost.
Trunks slowed his panting horse to a quick stop to have a look at his surroundings, his breath as well as the horse's coming out in steam for them to clearly see before it disappeared. All the leaves had fallen from the now sleeping trees and snow was covering everything in a thick blanket of white frost. Strange how the wind didn't seem to be as strong when he stopped riding, but he had no time to think about that right now.
His brow furrowed as he whipped his head around. "Everything looks the same." He mused to himself in frustration. How the hell was he expected to find his way home if he couldn't remember the path? No doubt Phillipe wouldn't be able to take him home either since the scent that he followed to get here had probably gone dry with the previous snow storm.
He sighed, slumping his shoulders in his saddle. "This is just great." He mumbled to himself both miserably and tiredly. It must be nearing dawn at this point and he was completely exhausted. Feeling as he could sleep right there in his saddle.
That relaxed position didn't last very long though as Trunks was quick to lift up his head in both shock and fear at the sound of an animalistic growling coming from behind him, and for a moment, he thought he had been caught by the Beast. Becoming fully awake at the awful and frightening idea.
He slowly turned his head to the side to see what was there in the corner of his eye, and was more than a little stunned to see that it wasn't the Beast, but a whole pack of wild and rabid wolves. All of which were eyeing him hungrily.
He gasped at the sight of them, each one looking at him with insane glowing eyes as they prepared to pounce on him and his horse. But before he could even command the animal to make a run for it, one of the larger and more vicious looking wolves of the pack jumped in directly in front of Phillipe, startling the animal as it cried out in fright and jumped to his hind legs, throwing Trunks to the cold ground and snow with a yell of surprise.
He was back on his feet in an instant, feeling his heart pound beneath his chest in fear as he quickly looked at all the hungry animals that slowly surrounded both him and his horse. Why didn't the animal try to run away without him?
The young man had only enough time to see that his reins were tangled in the branches of a nearby tree before one of the snarling animals made a jump at him and he was thrown to his back again. The wind getting knocked out of him with the fall and the weight of the animal on top of him.
Trunks managed to quickly get a hold of the rabid animals throat before it could snap its sharp jaws at him, but the claws on the hairy paws of the animal were no better as they frantically scratched at his chest. Trying to make him let go so that it could make the kill, and making Trunks cry out in pain and struggle harder, using all his strength in an attempt to get it off of him. The snarling wolf above him was a lot stronger than it looked and really wanted to eat!
Getting a quick idea from, he didn't know where, Trunks rolled himself and the animal over to their sides before kicking it as hard as he could in the ribs. And when the animal yelped in pain and ran back to the nearby pack he got to his feet again and made a desperate but slow run for his horse. Worn out from the fight with the vicious animal.
The wolves only getting more hungry and excited at the sight of his running and struggling as two more ran from the pack to make their attack.
A few of the other wolves were busying themselves with trying to get at Phillipe, but the horse was doing a good job of keeping them at bay with his constant kicking and jumping, while the rest waited for the kill to be done and over with so they could eat.
Just before Trunks could make it to his panicking horse, one of the two wolves made another jump at him, grabbing his tunic with his teeth and dragging him, once again, back to the cold ground, making an "Oomph!" sound when he hit. Feeling dizzy from all the times he went spinning to the ground.
He contemplated getting up to try again, but decided against it. It was just him against an entire pack of starving wolves that weren't about to let him leave. So what was the point? He was too tired to try and make a run for it anyway. It was a long way back to the village, and with the way he was pushing Phillipe mere moments ago, there was no way the horse would be able to outrun them all.
He just lay there for a few seconds, trying as hard as he could to take in the air without choking on it as he breathed as if he'd just ran around his village ten times over. The proof being the heavy rise and fall of his chest. He couldn't even hear his horse crying or the wolves barking. He was just too tired to care as he waited for his death. Feeling bitter that this was how he was going to die. Robbed of his life in the middle of the woods by wild animals with no one around who would give a damn.
But then this was his own fault, now wasn't it?
At that thought he started to think of his father, and wondered whether or not he was being thought of right now, trying to find some small comfort in that fact.
Slowly finding the strength in his neck to lift his head and see what the delay was, Trunks got a full frontal view of an angry wolf as it snarled insanely in his face. The young man felt his heart sink even further at the very sight, but he just didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
Just as the animal was about to make a killing snap at Trunks' throat, it was sharply pulled back by the scruff of the neck, only to get a thundering roar in the face by an animal five times larger than it was. To the shock of the pack, as well as Trunks who looked up in disbelief with what he was seeing, his blue eyes wide in shock. Not knowing if he should be grateful or terrified.
Gohan was quick to throw the animal away, as if it was nothing to him at all as he took a protective stance over the boy still lying in fear in the snow. He still had the rest of the pack to worry about now, and with the lot of them combined this was going to be more than a little difficult.
He let out a ferocious roar at the many snarling and approaching wolves before fearlessly charging at them, snow flying in all directions as his giant paws dug into the earth with his attacks.
He attacked them quickly, making sure that their attention was drawn to him and not to Trunks or the horse as he snarled and swiped. Filling the air with the scent of animal blood as his claws dug at their flesh with his onslaught, but also as their teeth bit sharply through his. Making him roar out in pain as he thrashed about them. Trying to get the ones that were attacking and jumping on his back off before they could do too much damage.
He suddenly felt the weight on his spine diminish a bit as one of the wolves was thrown from him, and he whipped his head behind him to see, in nothing less than shock, that the peasant had done it. The boy had grabbed a thick and heavy stick before crashing it into one of the wolves mercilessly tearing at the flesh of his back.
The boy was actually helping him? Amazing.
Right now he still had to focus his attention on the many vicious and dangerous animals out for more of his blood and a little of the young mans next to him. Getting desperate to end this as he felt himself weaken and his vision start to blur.
They were fast. Really fast. It was a lot harder to fight off a pack of wild dogs then he thought it would be. And it wasn't until one of them bit down on his arm hard enough to make him roar out in pain again as the fangs cut through his flesh and muscle, that he grabbed at the offending animal by the skull before throwing it face first into the base of a thick pine tree.
The animal broke its neck and died before it hit the snowy ground, causing all the others to abandon their hopes for a decent meal and immediately retreat at the sight of their fallen brother. Whining and crying as they pitifully ran for their lives.
Trunks dropped the stick he held in his hands when he saw the animals retreating, grateful that today really wasn't the day he was going to die and letting out a breath of pure relief to show it.
He didn't know why he helped the Beast when he could obviously hold his own in a fight, or where he found the strength to do it, but he just... felt like he had to do it when he saw all those snarling animals jump on him like that. It bothered him seeing him attacked with unfair numbers. In fact it royally pissed him off.
He turned his head to where to Beast was still standing, still breathless from the fight, and hoping that if he apologized for leaving and thanked him quickly enough, he wouldn't get into too much trouble.
Needless to say he was just a little taken back when he looked at him just in time to see him fall flat on his face, unconscious in the cold snow with a thud that shook the very trees and made all birds nearby fly away in a mindless panic.
A cold wind gently blew by as he stood there in the dark silence, looking at his still form in shock and wondering if he should just leave or not. It was his perfect chance to escape! He could go home now and forget that this awful experience ever happened! The Beast couldn't be hurt that badly, could he?
Of course not.
Making up his mind, Trunks ran back for where his frightened horse was still waiting, untangling the reins from the tree branches to free him. But just as he was about to hop up on the animals back and make his escape, he stopped. Frozen on the spot and unable to go further.
He gripped the saddle tightly, willing himself to just get it over with and leave and irritated that he couldn't. 'He'll be fine! Just go! GO!' He inwardly yelled at himself, but he still couldn't move despite the inward rants.
Trunks slowly turned his head around to see where the Beast was still laying, and without fully realizing it, found himself letting go of the horse and walking over to where he lay. He took in a deep breath. "I'll just make sure he's okay, then I'll leave." He said out loud, trying to calm himself as he went.
When he made it over to where the giant animal like creature lay, he couldn't stifle the gasp that made its way up his throat at the sight of him.
He was almost completely covered in blood! The black fur that covered his body made it hard to see, but due to how soaked his coat was and the fact that it was staining the snow he lay on red made it painfully obvious how hurt the animal before him really was. Those wolves had done a better job of attacking him then it looked in the middle of the fight.
And to think he almost left him there.
Trunks bit his lip, knowing he couldn't leave now. Not after he saved his life like that. The scent of blood was in the air and those wolves would be back soon. He would surely die! He quickly got down on one knee before taking off his cloak and covering the Beast with it, trying to keep him as warm as possible and stifle the flow of blood. He didn't know how badly wounded he was actually was, and for all he knew a lot of it could have come from the wolves, but he didn't want to take any chances.
He looked over at where his horse still stood, expectantly waiting for him, before whistling for him to come over. Thankfully Phillipe did as he was ordered and came to where he was kneeling.
Trunks looked back down at Gohans large and unconscious form, sighing. "This isn't going to be easy." He mused out loud, getting to work on trying to lift him onto the horse so they could head back.
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By the time they had started walking back to the dark castle, it had started to snow, heavily, making the long trip harder on both Trunks and the horse, since they were the ones doing all the walking, and the horse had a heavy load to carry as well.
Thankfully Gohan had managed to wake himself enough to help with getting himself on the horse's back, but passed out again soon after, completely exhausted from chasing Trunks through the woods, to fighting off those many attacking dogs and bleeding out his life because of their sharp fangs and claws.
Trunks watched over him like a hawk the whole way back, making sure he didn't fall off of Phillipe's back and making sure the cloak he gave him stayed on. He was a little cold without it, but at least the Beast would be kept warm. And he was the one who needed it most at this point anyway, so he didn't complain.
When they finally got to the castle, many of Gohans servants were waiting anxiously near the door, and most panicked at the sight of their injured master. Instantly running about to gather some medical supplies and prepare a warm room for him, one with a fireplace.
::One Hour Later::
Trunks poured the steaming hot contents of Chi-Chi's pot into a large bowl, soaking a cloth in the hot water before ringing it out for use.
Fortunately or unfortunately, he couldn't decide which, the Beast had woken up in the middle of getting his wounds dressed and bandaged. And the first thing he did was complain about the pain and growl at anyone who came near him.
Trunks simply ignored it all. His cuts needed to be taken care of, and the fact that he was still trying to lick the open ones clean wasn't helping at all. His small injuries could be taken care of after he got all of the Beasts finished up, all the wolves managed to do to him through their attacks was give him large red slash marks on his chest with slight bruising through his clothes. That wasn't important.
Trunks walked up to where he sat, in his grand chair in front of the warm crackling fire. The hot cloth in one hand and some more bandages in the other as he looked down at Gohan, licking the wound on his arm clean, with a frown. "You shouldn't do that." He said quietly. Earning himself an angry snarl from the animal in question.
He couldn't help but cringe.
Yamcha, Piccolo, Chi-Chi, as well as every other servant in the room backed away from the angry Beast in fear. Wondering where the boy found the courage he had to approach him anyway despite the teeth baring snarled warning he was being given.
Needles to say, Gohan was pissed. He was only full of these stinging cuts and scrapes because his guest ran away on him and almost got himself killed by those stupid animals. And every time someone came near him with something that stung like bitch, yet was supposedly good for him, they were wise enough to stay away once he yelled at their incompetence the first time.
All except the boy that is.
Trunks tried to put the heated cloth on the open cut on his furry arm, but Gohan stubbornly kept on moving out of the way. "Just hold still!" He finally managed to get it on only to receive a loud roar of pain that shook the very walls of the castle.
"THAT HURT!!" He screamed at him, making his hair fly behind his head.
"IF YOU'D JUST HOLD STILL IT WOULDN'T HURT AS MUCH!!" Trunks countered angrily, getting tired of the attitude.
"Well if you weren't stupid enough to run away, this wouldn't have happened." Gohan shot back smugly, thinking for sure that he'd won the argument until Trunks spoke up again.
"If you hadn't scared the shit out of me, I wouldn't have run away!" He snapped back, not caring about his choice of language, and for a moment, Gohan surprised himself when he found that he was stuck. He couldn't really think of anything to justify what had happened earlier.
Trunks folded his arms, waiting for him to shoot something back at him. There was no way he was going to lose this argument. If he did then the Beast would never let him forget it and shame him for his foolishness in leaving for as long as he lived! Forget that!!
Meanwhile all the servants in the room looked at the unfolding scene in complete awe, their mouths hanging open in a shocked stupor. No one had ever spoken to Gohan like that before! It was quite an amazing sight to see actually.
Gohans look became smug once again. "Well YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"
"Well YOU should get over yourself and control your temper!" Trunks shouted, eyes blazing in the heat of the argument. He only apologized about a million times for leaving, what more did he want?!
Once again, Gohan found himself with nothing to throw back at him. Stunned at himself for losing a stupid argument to a simple peasant, just decided to ignore his whining as best as he could.
He made a low growling sound in his throat, propping his elbow up onto the arm of the chair before resting his head in his hand and looking away. What did he care if he was in the wrong or right anyway? It wasn't like this boy's opinion actually meant something to him. He only needed him to break the spell, that was all.
He vaguely registered the lavender haired teen telling him that what he was about to do would hurt until the cloth was placed on his open wound again, stinging something awful and making him bite his tongue to hold back the cry of pain. Making him groan instead as he gripped the chair tighter.
Trunks looked up at his cringing face at the sound of his pain, feeling pity for him mixed in with the guilt that this actually was his fault. But he still wasn't about to let the Beast know that as he gently cleaned the wound. Getting the bandages ready to cover it up so that it could properly heal.
"By the way," He started nervously, realizing he had yet to say this to him. "Thank you, for saving my life back there."
Gohans face softened when he heard that, not sure if he actually had heard it. Was the boy actually thanking him? Looking back down at him, and seeing the sincerity in his sparkling, deep blue eyes as he looked up at him, waiting for his approval, he knew that he truly meant what he was saying. No one's ever thanked him for anything before without sucking up for something before or afterwards. But then again, he's never done anything to deserve anyone's genuine thanks either.
It was at this point when he realized just how gentle the boy was being with his wounds, wrapping the bandage around his arm like he had done to the other wounded areas on his body, his tail included, he practically wasn't touching him at all with his light fingers.
Most likely thinking that he wasn't about to respond, the blue eyes teen went back to his work on the bandages, not knowing that he was being studied as he did, and if he did know, he was doing a good job of hiding how nervous he felt under the Beast's observant gaze.
He was being so gentle. It didn't even hurt anymore. The feeling of his fingers as they ghosted over the fur on his arm while his brow was creased in concentration made him actually admire the boy for his skill, and he wondered if he's ever done this to anyone else before him. Trying not to get jealous at the thought.
"You're welcome." He finally responded, making Trunks look back up at him in slight shock before smiling at him in appreciation.
A few of the servants stepped a little closer, wondering if they heard their master correctly when he responded to the young man with a polite and respectful tone of voice.
That didn't happen. EVER.
'So,' Gohan thought as he looked down at his face, which he was actually finding to be attractive, especially with the warm smile on his face. 'Angered or smiling both looks actually suit him well.' He thought with a smirk.
If he was going to be stuck with another male, then he would be content with this one.
To Be Continued......................................
A.N: Okay there was a chapter i missed when posting, and that's why this is chapter 11 and not 10. sorry about that