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 Thirteen: Nice Dreams
All in all, Gohan had to admit that so far tonight had been a rather nice night. And he was glad to have given Trunks the library, especially with the amount of points he was earning with the grand gift. It was bringing them closer together, and that's what he needed in the long run of things.
They had been in there for several hours now, even after the night came they both remained. Gohan never had any real interest in reading, in fact he hated it and would only do it when required to, or back when he was young and needed the books for study. And that was about it. So Trunks decided to read to him while they both sat on their comfortable spots on the floor.
He didn't want the Beast to leave him alone just yet, so that's why he did it. Because strangely enough, he found that he was actually enjoying his company. Even though he said very little. So aside from his own voice that was reading to the Beast he found it to be rather quiet. Quiet enough to make him yawn a few times, anyway.
He was almost finished reading the novel he'd picked out, but was now falling fast asleep, barely able to keep his eyes open as he leaned against Gohan's side. The thick fur and crackling fire that glowed in the fireplace warming him as he fought to stay awake.
Gohan had no complaints with this, he actually liked the position they were in. It was comfortable, and the flickering light from the fire made him seem so innocent as he fought with his heavy eyelids. He actually looked... cute... like that.
"Beast?" Trunks asked him suddenly, his eyes drooping, and not able to hold back the wince he gave off at what he addressed him by even in his half asleep state. He didn't like calling him that anymore. Even in his head. He felt as if he was insulting him or something.
But if he was, Gohan said nothing about it. "What is it?" He asked.
Trunks closed his eyes, unable to fight it off any longer. He would just rest for a bit before getting up again. He only needed a few minutes. "What's your real name?" He mumbled.
Gohan's eyes widened in slight shock at the unexpected question. Why did the boy want to know his real name all of a sudden? What would be the purpose to that? He thought about it for a few seconds, and realized that if he told him his real name then he wouldn't get the same fearful reaction he got out of him when he was referred to as a monster. Did he even want him to know?
Looking down at the lavender haired teen as his breathing started to even out, he knew that he was either on the verge of sleep or already was. So if he told him then he most likely wouldn't remember the next morning anyway. So what was the harm?
Besides, he found that he just couldn't say no to him all of a sudden anyway.
Leaning down a little so that their faces were closer, he whispered it into his ear. "It's Gohan." He faintly said, sure that he didn't hear him.
Trunks shifted to a more comfortable position on his fur. "Nice name." He mumbled before falling into a deep sleep practically on his lap. And Gohan smacked his forehead at his own stupidity.
::Dream Scene::
Trunks looked at all of his surroundings with suspicion in his eyes. This certainly wasn't the library he was just in with Gohan a few moments ago. Or the dark and ugly castle he was staying in for that matter. So then where the hell was he? This castle he was in was so beautiful and bright. Similar to Gohan's castle, he'd admit that, but still different in comparison to the dark and gloomy palace that was filled with ugly, black gargoyle statues.
This place was magnificent! White marble covered almost everything, and beautiful stone angelic statues were posted at every corner as well. The place was so large that he just had to wonder why it was so empty. Shouldn't there be servants around?
"Hello?!" He called out through the grand halls, getting nothing back for an answer aside from the echo of his own voice.
He sighed and slumped his shoulders. This was just perfect. He didn't have a clue where he was or how he got there and he was completely alone. What could make matters worse?
"You there! What are you doing here?" A strong voice demanded irritably, and Trunks whipped his head around to see a man off in the distance heading straight towards him. He couldn't really see him from where he was standing, but he seemed pissed about something. And that made Trunks more than just a little nervous.
"Uh, look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trespass or anything--"
"Be silent, boy!" The dark haired stranger bellowed, still walking towards him at a quick pace. And from what Trunks could see now that he was close enough, he was wearing fine dark clothes with many jewels on them. He guessed that he was the master of this sparkling castle, yet despite the differences in the castles, he got the same impression from this man as he did from Gohan the day they first met.
"And you are to kneel when your prince addresses – Oh!" The handsome stranger abruptly stopped himself, before taking unsure slow steps towards him. Trunks could tell that he was being sized up by the man as he came towards him, and he didn't like it.
"It's you." The dark haired man said, his voice filled with awe when he finally stepped up to him, still looking him over as if he were some kind of priceless object, meant to be admired and not touched. And it was when he said that, that Trunks realized how familiar he looked. But he'd never seen this man before in his entire life! How could he seem familiar to him?!
The dark haired man put a hand behind his neck affectionately, and Trunks tensed up at the contact. Just what did this guy think he was doing?!
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." He said, caressing his cheek with his thumb.
Trunks shook his head. "I've never seen you befo – Mmph!" A pair of lips crushing against his own silenced him. And Trunks' eyes instantly went wide in his shock, but for some reason he didn't try to struggle away from the prince's tight hold on him. Instead he did something that he even surprised himself by doing.
He kissed back.
With just as much fire, intensity and passion until they both slowed down to something more fine and delicate, and Trunks wrapped his arms around the stranger's neck.
'Okay, what am I doing? I'm not gay, so why am I kissing this guy?' He thought to himself as his mouth opened up for the stranger's tongue to slide in, and he couldn't help but moan into it. He just couldn't help it. It felt so good and...and even right.
'Alright, forget that then, I'm gay. But only because of how good a kisser he is.' Trunks thought blissfully as his eyes slid shut, tilting his head back to give him better access to his mouth while still trying to think about where he'd seen this gorgeous black eyed man before.
Trunks' blue eyes suddenly snapped wide open, and he quickly broke the kiss off as he just figured it out. "You're that guy I saw in that painting!" He declared with a triumphant smile on his face. And the dark haired young man only smirked at him in approval.
"What's your name?" He asked quickly, desperately wanting to know who he was.
The dark haired man leaned in for another kiss, only this one was softer and ended sooner. "It's Gohan." He whispered against his lips before going to work on his cheek and jaw line. Leaving a trail of kisses until he made it to his neck and shoulders.
Trunks was way too stunned to move through the gentle treatment though, as his brain processed what he'd just heard. "Gohan? But that can't be ri--"
"Shhhh." Gohan placed a gentle finger on his lips before silencing him completely with another kiss.
::Library::
Trunks shifted in his sleep. "Gohan." He called out in bliss.
Gohan's eyes went wide when he heard that, before whipping his head down at the sleeping teen on his lap. There is no way he just heard that! It almost sounded like the boy was moaning out his name! But... that couldn't be right. Trunks had no interest in him like that as of yet.
Well. As far as he knew anyway.
The boy made another small moaning sound in the pit of his throat, and Gohan felt his face become hot. What the hell was this kid dreaming about?
Whatever it was, if Gohan didn't put a stop to it soon he knew he would end up permanently red in the face once he became human again. So he was quick to wake Trunks up by shoving him rather crudely off his nice sleeping spot and onto the floor with a thud. Waking him up instantly with a surprised cry.
Trunks was quick to sit up from where he lay, looking over at Gohan in annoyance for waking him up from such a nice dream. And it wasn't until he said, "Had a nice dream?" that Trunks' face turned a beet red before whipping his head away and groaning in shame. Trying to hide his face in his hand.
He was on the very verge of having a wet dream while napping on Gohan's lap. And he had been making noises that let his captor in on that fact as well. His life could not get any worse at that point!
He was wrong.
Gohan got up and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt before yanking him up and marching out of the library with him.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Trunks demanded as he tried to get out of the tight hold on him while he was carried away. What did he think he was doing? Just because he was making noises in his sleep was no reason to throw him out of the library! Where was he taking him?
The smirk that Gohan gave off at his question did nothing to ease his nerves. "I've just rewarded you for bandaging my wounds up, but I have yet to actually punish you for leaving like you did." He said smugly.
Trunks could actually feel the blood draining from his face when he said that, and in his mind he couldn't help but see the many horrible punishments that Gohan could have done to him. Being the master of the castle and all. "No please, I promise I won't do it again!" He cried out desperately, not wanting to even know what awful things were awaiting him when Gohan got to wherever it was they were going.
Gohan's smirk never left his face as he closed in on the doors leading to the ballroom. "You don't have to be so afraid, I'm not going to have you tortured or anything. It will just be some mild manual labor."
Trunks blinked up ay him, feeling himself calm down a bit at the idea of simple work. But still, what was his idea of mild? "Like what?" He asked suspiciously, already knowing that with Gohan it could be anything.
Gohan pushed open the doors to the grand ballroom with his available arm before stepping inside of the light that the many torches, chandeliers, and fireplaces gave off. And to his approval the boy was looking around at it all in awe. Or at least he was until he unceremoniously dropped him on the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" He cried out in annoyance, scowling at him before getting to his feet to look the place over.
It was indeed a beautiful and vast looking room, with marble floors that looked as if they could be so wonderful once the mud and dust was washed off, paintings hanging off the walls and even painted right on the ceiling. It was the most gorgeous looking place he'd ever seen aside from his library, and it looked like it could be better once it was cleaned up. "What are we doing here?" He asked.
Gohan was amused with this. The boy didn't understand yet.
He brought his hand up before snapping his fingers loudly, and no sooner did he do that did a couple of walking chairs come out bearing buckets of soapy water and small scrub brushes. They stopped right in front of Trunks, and he instantly understood, looking up at him as if he were insane.
"You want me to CLEAN this place?!" He demanded in shock. "But it's huge! It'll take forever!" He shouted at him. This was his idea of mild labor?!?
Gohan smiled at him. Normally he would have thought of something better for him to do, but Yamcha said that they might need this place later on and that he should get it cleaned up and ready. So what better way to do that then get the boy to do it as punishment? "You will have at least half of this room done before you can go back to your room. And none of the servants will be allowed to help you." He stated simply, turning his back on him before walking away.
Trunks blinked at his retreating form, turning his head over to a grandfather clock he'd seen off in the corner. Its time said eleven o'clock. And even doing half of this vast room with nothing but a small scrub brush would take him well into the morning before he would get it done. And his heart sank at the thought.
"Oh and, by the way," Gohan started up again once he'd made it to the doors, turning his head back to look at him. Trunks looked up at him glumly. "You're to do the walls as well." He said with a smirk, ignoring the string of many foul and loud curses that were thrown at him as he left the boy alone to do his work.
That was just too much fun!
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, 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 Thirteen: Nice Dreams
All in all, Gohan had to admit that so far tonight had been a rather nice night. And he was glad to have given Trunks the library, especially with the amount of points he was earning with the grand gift. It was bringing them closer together, and that's what he needed in the long run of things.
They had been in there for several hours now, even after the night came they both remained. Gohan never had any real interest in reading, in fact he hated it and would only do it when required to, or back when he was young and needed the books for study. And that was about it. So Trunks decided to read to him while they both sat on their comfortable spots on the floor.
He didn't want the Beast to leave him alone just yet, so that's why he did it. Because strangely enough, he found that he was actually enjoying his company. Even though he said very little. So aside from his own voice that was reading to the Beast he found it to be rather quiet. Quiet enough to make him yawn a few times, anyway.
He was almost finished reading the novel he'd picked out, but was now falling fast asleep, barely able to keep his eyes open as he leaned against Gohan's side. The thick fur and crackling fire that glowed in the fireplace warming him as he fought to stay awake.
Gohan had no complaints with this, he actually liked the position they were in. It was comfortable, and the flickering light from the fire made him seem so innocent as he fought with his heavy eyelids. He actually looked... cute... like that.
"Beast?" Trunks asked him suddenly, his eyes drooping, and not able to hold back the wince he gave off at what he addressed him by even in his half asleep state. He didn't like calling him that anymore. Even in his head. He felt as if he was insulting him or something.
But if he was, Gohan said nothing about it. "What is it?" He asked.
Trunks closed his eyes, unable to fight it off any longer. He would just rest for a bit before getting up again. He only needed a few minutes. "What's your real name?" He mumbled.
Gohan's eyes widened in slight shock at the unexpected question. Why did the boy want to know his real name all of a sudden? What would be the purpose to that? He thought about it for a few seconds, and realized that if he told him his real name then he wouldn't get the same fearful reaction he got out of him when he was referred to as a monster. Did he even want him to know?
Looking down at the lavender haired teen as his breathing started to even out, he knew that he was either on the verge of sleep or already was. So if he told him then he most likely wouldn't remember the next morning anyway. So what was the harm?
Besides, he found that he just couldn't say no to him all of a sudden anyway.
Leaning down a little so that their faces were closer, he whispered it into his ear. "It's Gohan." He faintly said, sure that he didn't hear him.
Trunks shifted to a more comfortable position on his fur. "Nice name." He mumbled before falling into a deep sleep practically on his lap. And Gohan smacked his forehead at his own stupidity.
::Dream Scene::
Trunks looked at all of his surroundings with suspicion in his eyes. This certainly wasn't the library he was just in with Gohan a few moments ago. Or the dark and ugly castle he was staying in for that matter. So then where the hell was he? This castle he was in was so beautiful and bright. Similar to Gohan's castle, he'd admit that, but still different in comparison to the dark and gloomy palace that was filled with ugly, black gargoyle statues.
This place was magnificent! White marble covered almost everything, and beautiful stone angelic statues were posted at every corner as well. The place was so large that he just had to wonder why it was so empty. Shouldn't there be servants around?
"Hello?!" He called out through the grand halls, getting nothing back for an answer aside from the echo of his own voice.
He sighed and slumped his shoulders. This was just perfect. He didn't have a clue where he was or how he got there and he was completely alone. What could make matters worse?
"You there! What are you doing here?" A strong voice demanded irritably, and Trunks whipped his head around to see a man off in the distance heading straight towards him. He couldn't really see him from where he was standing, but he seemed pissed about something. And that made Trunks more than just a little nervous.
"Uh, look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trespass or anything--"
"Be silent, boy!" The dark haired stranger bellowed, still walking towards him at a quick pace. And from what Trunks could see now that he was close enough, he was wearing fine dark clothes with many jewels on them. He guessed that he was the master of this sparkling castle, yet despite the differences in the castles, he got the same impression from this man as he did from Gohan the day they first met.
"And you are to kneel when your prince addresses – Oh!" The handsome stranger abruptly stopped himself, before taking unsure slow steps towards him. Trunks could tell that he was being sized up by the man as he came towards him, and he didn't like it.
"It's you." The dark haired man said, his voice filled with awe when he finally stepped up to him, still looking him over as if he were some kind of priceless object, meant to be admired and not touched. And it was when he said that, that Trunks realized how familiar he looked. But he'd never seen this man before in his entire life! How could he seem familiar to him?!
The dark haired man put a hand behind his neck affectionately, and Trunks tensed up at the contact. Just what did this guy think he was doing?!
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." He said, caressing his cheek with his thumb.
Trunks shook his head. "I've never seen you befo – Mmph!" A pair of lips crushing against his own silenced him. And Trunks' eyes instantly went wide in his shock, but for some reason he didn't try to struggle away from the prince's tight hold on him. Instead he did something that he even surprised himself by doing.
He kissed back.
With just as much fire, intensity and passion until they both slowed down to something more fine and delicate, and Trunks wrapped his arms around the stranger's neck.
'Okay, what am I doing? I'm not gay, so why am I kissing this guy?' He thought to himself as his mouth opened up for the stranger's tongue to slide in, and he couldn't help but moan into it. He just couldn't help it. It felt so good and...and even right.
'Alright, forget that then, I'm gay. But only because of how good a kisser he is.' Trunks thought blissfully as his eyes slid shut, tilting his head back to give him better access to his mouth while still trying to think about where he'd seen this gorgeous black eyed man before.
Trunks' blue eyes suddenly snapped wide open, and he quickly broke the kiss off as he just figured it out. "You're that guy I saw in that painting!" He declared with a triumphant smile on his face. And the dark haired young man only smirked at him in approval.
"What's your name?" He asked quickly, desperately wanting to know who he was.
The dark haired man leaned in for another kiss, only this one was softer and ended sooner. "It's Gohan." He whispered against his lips before going to work on his cheek and jaw line. Leaving a trail of kisses until he made it to his neck and shoulders.
Trunks was way too stunned to move through the gentle treatment though, as his brain processed what he'd just heard. "Gohan? But that can't be ri--"
"Shhhh." Gohan placed a gentle finger on his lips before silencing him completely with another kiss.
::Library::
Trunks shifted in his sleep. "Gohan." He called out in bliss.
Gohan's eyes went wide when he heard that, before whipping his head down at the sleeping teen on his lap. There is no way he just heard that! It almost sounded like the boy was moaning out his name! But... that couldn't be right. Trunks had no interest in him like that as of yet.
Well. As far as he knew anyway.
The boy made another small moaning sound in the pit of his throat, and Gohan felt his face become hot. What the hell was this kid dreaming about?
Whatever it was, if Gohan didn't put a stop to it soon he knew he would end up permanently red in the face once he became human again. So he was quick to wake Trunks up by shoving him rather crudely off his nice sleeping spot and onto the floor with a thud. Waking him up instantly with a surprised cry.
Trunks was quick to sit up from where he lay, looking over at Gohan in annoyance for waking him up from such a nice dream. And it wasn't until he said, "Had a nice dream?" that Trunks' face turned a beet red before whipping his head away and groaning in shame. Trying to hide his face in his hand.
He was on the very verge of having a wet dream while napping on Gohan's lap. And he had been making noises that let his captor in on that fact as well. His life could not get any worse at that point!
He was wrong.
Gohan got up and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt before yanking him up and marching out of the library with him.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Trunks demanded as he tried to get out of the tight hold on him while he was carried away. What did he think he was doing? Just because he was making noises in his sleep was no reason to throw him out of the library! Where was he taking him?
The smirk that Gohan gave off at his question did nothing to ease his nerves. "I've just rewarded you for bandaging my wounds up, but I have yet to actually punish you for leaving like you did." He said smugly.
Trunks could actually feel the blood draining from his face when he said that, and in his mind he couldn't help but see the many horrible punishments that Gohan could have done to him. Being the master of the castle and all. "No please, I promise I won't do it again!" He cried out desperately, not wanting to even know what awful things were awaiting him when Gohan got to wherever it was they were going.
Gohan's smirk never left his face as he closed in on the doors leading to the ballroom. "You don't have to be so afraid, I'm not going to have you tortured or anything. It will just be some mild manual labor."
Trunks blinked up ay him, feeling himself calm down a bit at the idea of simple work. But still, what was his idea of mild? "Like what?" He asked suspiciously, already knowing that with Gohan it could be anything.
Gohan pushed open the doors to the grand ballroom with his available arm before stepping inside of the light that the many torches, chandeliers, and fireplaces gave off. And to his approval the boy was looking around at it all in awe. Or at least he was until he unceremoniously dropped him on the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" He cried out in annoyance, scowling at him before getting to his feet to look the place over.
It was indeed a beautiful and vast looking room, with marble floors that looked as if they could be so wonderful once the mud and dust was washed off, paintings hanging off the walls and even painted right on the ceiling. It was the most gorgeous looking place he'd ever seen aside from his library, and it looked like it could be better once it was cleaned up. "What are we doing here?" He asked.
Gohan was amused with this. The boy didn't understand yet.
He brought his hand up before snapping his fingers loudly, and no sooner did he do that did a couple of walking chairs come out bearing buckets of soapy water and small scrub brushes. They stopped right in front of Trunks, and he instantly understood, looking up at him as if he were insane.
"You want me to CLEAN this place?!" He demanded in shock. "But it's huge! It'll take forever!" He shouted at him. This was his idea of mild labor?!?
Gohan smiled at him. Normally he would have thought of something better for him to do, but Yamcha said that they might need this place later on and that he should get it cleaned up and ready. So what better way to do that then get the boy to do it as punishment? "You will have at least half of this room done before you can go back to your room. And none of the servants will be allowed to help you." He stated simply, turning his back on him before walking away.
Trunks blinked at his retreating form, turning his head over to a grandfather clock he'd seen off in the corner. Its time said eleven o'clock. And even doing half of this vast room with nothing but a small scrub brush would take him well into the morning before he would get it done. And his heart sank at the thought.
"Oh and, by the way," Gohan started up again once he'd made it to the doors, turning his head back to look at him. Trunks looked up at him glumly. "You're to do the walls as well." He said with a smirk, ignoring the string of many foul and loud curses that were thrown at him as he left the boy alone to do his work.
That was just too much fun!
To Be Continued...............................