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 Fourteen: Cleaning Up
For the millionth time that night, Trunks sighed in tired exasperation. Standing up for a moment to stretch out his aching back before getting to his knees again and going back to his tedious work on the dirty dance floor. It looked like it hadn't been used in years with how thick the dust on it was.
The soapy scrub brush he was using could almost be considered useless with the task at hand, and while it would scrub most of the dirt on the floor loose, it wouldn't pick it up for him. So he had to run to the kitchen to get a few wash clothes to do that for him, add that to how he had to constantly change the muddy water from his soap bucket and he slowed down a great deal.
It was almost three thirty in the morning now, and he wasn't even a quarter of the way done cleaning the floor. And after that he had to dust off the walls. It appeared as if his heavy eyelids would be suffering all night, because it looked as if he wasn't getting any sleep in tonight.
He wiped away the remaining dirty water from the floor with the clothe in his tired and aching hand, looking at the reflection of himself on the shining marble floor now that he had cleared that small area.
He looked beat.
Trunks groaned, his head sinking. He had so much more to go, but he honestly didn't think he had it in him to finish. He was just so tired.
"Hi there!" A voice echoed through the vast and empty room.
He whipped his head back up, looking around for the owner of the voice. He guessed that the greeting must have been for him since he was the only one there.
But there was no one there.
"Look down." The voice said again, but more gently this time so as not to create another echo.
Trunks did as he was told and looked down, and there, looking up at him with a little bit of awe in the small black eyes, was the small chipped tea cup from a few days ago.
He blinked down at the living thing, wondering how it had managed to hop in there with him without him hearing it. "Oh, hello." He greeted it back pleasantly. "Goten, right?" He asked, hoping that he didn't seem rude with the question.
If he was rude, the small cup didn't let him in on that fact as it nodded with a smile. "Ya, that's me." He said cheerily, turning himself around to face the door that he had left wide open when coming in.
"Hey mom!! I found him!!" He cried out loudly.
Trunks looked up towards the door, and not thirty seconds after the small tea cup had called did several more of the living items appear. Poking their heads inside the doorway to make sure the coast was clear before hopping on inside.
It was Yamcha, Piccolo, and Chi-Chi, followed by several mops and buckets that were filled to the brim with soapy hot water.
"Hello dear." Chi-Chi greeted him warmly. "We thought you might like to get some rest, so these nice gentlemen here are going to take over." She said, motioning with a jerk of her head to the half dozen or so mops and buckets behind her.
Trunks wanted to sigh in relief and head out of there as fast as he could, but then the thought of what Gohan would do if he came in to check up on him and found him gone made him shudder. So instead he sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Sorry guys, but Gohan said that I can't have any help." He said, going back to what he was doing.
Yamcha gave a wave of the candlestick that he guessed was used for his hand. "What Gohan doesn't know won't kill him." Piccolo gave off an annoyed snort at that, but he just ignored it. "Besides, we've already thought of that." He explained.
"Oh really?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically.
He nodded, but it was Chi-Chi who spoke up. "The master normally checks in on business around the castle in the early morning. So we'll just send you off to bed before waking you up to finish off the floor." She said with a cheery smile. "How does that sound?"
Personally, to him the idea of staying up so late just get up so early to finish off this lousy job didn't sound so great at all, but considering the problem he was in he thought it was the best. "Sure, that sounds great! Thank you so much!" He said, to both them and the mops and buckets who gave slight bows in response before getting to work.
Trunks then got to his feet, stretching out his sore back. The idea of bed was so appealing that for the first time he actually couldn't wait to get to his room.
But just before he could head off, a small snicker stopped him.
He blinked at the sound, looking down at where Goten was questionably since it came from him. "What is it?" He asked.
The small tea cup snickered again. "You really do look like a girl." He said, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing.
Trunks' face dropped and Yamcha actually did burst out laughing. Piccolo tried to hold back his snickers and Chi-Chi scolded Goten. The next two minutes went by like a blur with all the commotion, and all the while Trunks was busy looking himself over for the traits that would make him look so girly, which only influenced Yamcha's and Goten's laughter further.
In the end Trunks looked down at an area of the marble floor that he had finished cleaning earlier, and while he looked at himself in the reflection, he started to pick out the things he could change that would make it so that he wouldn't look like a girl.
He had to admit that the long hair, tide back in his usual ponytail, wasn't exactly manly. And the apron he was wearing for the job wasn't exactly helping him out either. He frowned at his own reflection, taking a strand of hair into his hands to examine it before coming to a decision.
"That's it, I'm cutting my hair!" He announced. And everyone suddenly went quiet.
Chi-Chi looked up at him in slight shock. "But why would you do that? There's nothing wrong with your hair, dear." She said.
He just gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't know. It's just time for a change I guess." He said, walking out of there as fast as he could while taking off his stupid apron, before he had to do anymore work and giving them all a final wave of thanks as he disappeared behind the door.
Aside from the mops and buckets that were currently cleaning to their full extent, Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo were all standing silent. Chi-Chi scolded Goten for being up so late before sending him off to bed, and the boy only got in a few pitiful whimpers of protest before he was gone, leaving the adults alone to talk.
Yamcha shook his head. "Gohan won't be too happy about that." He said, and Piccolo gave a nod of his head in agreement.
Chi-Chi sighed. "Yes, Gohan did say that he liked his hair, didn't he?" She asked glumly. And they all became afraid of the punishments Gohan would give them if he found Trunks in the morning with short hair.
To Be Continued............................
Thank you to:
Legolas16
Shadowyfluffball
devilburns
the reviews were great, thank you so much! and Happy Canada Day! Please review me again
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 Fourteen: Cleaning Up
For the millionth time that night, Trunks sighed in tired exasperation. Standing up for a moment to stretch out his aching back before getting to his knees again and going back to his tedious work on the dirty dance floor. It looked like it hadn't been used in years with how thick the dust on it was.
The soapy scrub brush he was using could almost be considered useless with the task at hand, and while it would scrub most of the dirt on the floor loose, it wouldn't pick it up for him. So he had to run to the kitchen to get a few wash clothes to do that for him, add that to how he had to constantly change the muddy water from his soap bucket and he slowed down a great deal.
It was almost three thirty in the morning now, and he wasn't even a quarter of the way done cleaning the floor. And after that he had to dust off the walls. It appeared as if his heavy eyelids would be suffering all night, because it looked as if he wasn't getting any sleep in tonight.
He wiped away the remaining dirty water from the floor with the clothe in his tired and aching hand, looking at the reflection of himself on the shining marble floor now that he had cleared that small area.
He looked beat.
Trunks groaned, his head sinking. He had so much more to go, but he honestly didn't think he had it in him to finish. He was just so tired.
"Hi there!" A voice echoed through the vast and empty room.
He whipped his head back up, looking around for the owner of the voice. He guessed that the greeting must have been for him since he was the only one there.
But there was no one there.
"Look down." The voice said again, but more gently this time so as not to create another echo.
Trunks did as he was told and looked down, and there, looking up at him with a little bit of awe in the small black eyes, was the small chipped tea cup from a few days ago.
He blinked down at the living thing, wondering how it had managed to hop in there with him without him hearing it. "Oh, hello." He greeted it back pleasantly. "Goten, right?" He asked, hoping that he didn't seem rude with the question.
If he was rude, the small cup didn't let him in on that fact as it nodded with a smile. "Ya, that's me." He said cheerily, turning himself around to face the door that he had left wide open when coming in.
"Hey mom!! I found him!!" He cried out loudly.
Trunks looked up towards the door, and not thirty seconds after the small tea cup had called did several more of the living items appear. Poking their heads inside the doorway to make sure the coast was clear before hopping on inside.
It was Yamcha, Piccolo, and Chi-Chi, followed by several mops and buckets that were filled to the brim with soapy hot water.
"Hello dear." Chi-Chi greeted him warmly. "We thought you might like to get some rest, so these nice gentlemen here are going to take over." She said, motioning with a jerk of her head to the half dozen or so mops and buckets behind her.
Trunks wanted to sigh in relief and head out of there as fast as he could, but then the thought of what Gohan would do if he came in to check up on him and found him gone made him shudder. So instead he sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Sorry guys, but Gohan said that I can't have any help." He said, going back to what he was doing.
Yamcha gave a wave of the candlestick that he guessed was used for his hand. "What Gohan doesn't know won't kill him." Piccolo gave off an annoyed snort at that, but he just ignored it. "Besides, we've already thought of that." He explained.
"Oh really?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically.
He nodded, but it was Chi-Chi who spoke up. "The master normally checks in on business around the castle in the early morning. So we'll just send you off to bed before waking you up to finish off the floor." She said with a cheery smile. "How does that sound?"
Personally, to him the idea of staying up so late just get up so early to finish off this lousy job didn't sound so great at all, but considering the problem he was in he thought it was the best. "Sure, that sounds great! Thank you so much!" He said, to both them and the mops and buckets who gave slight bows in response before getting to work.
Trunks then got to his feet, stretching out his sore back. The idea of bed was so appealing that for the first time he actually couldn't wait to get to his room.
But just before he could head off, a small snicker stopped him.
He blinked at the sound, looking down at where Goten was questionably since it came from him. "What is it?" He asked.
The small tea cup snickered again. "You really do look like a girl." He said, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing.
Trunks' face dropped and Yamcha actually did burst out laughing. Piccolo tried to hold back his snickers and Chi-Chi scolded Goten. The next two minutes went by like a blur with all the commotion, and all the while Trunks was busy looking himself over for the traits that would make him look so girly, which only influenced Yamcha's and Goten's laughter further.
In the end Trunks looked down at an area of the marble floor that he had finished cleaning earlier, and while he looked at himself in the reflection, he started to pick out the things he could change that would make it so that he wouldn't look like a girl.
He had to admit that the long hair, tide back in his usual ponytail, wasn't exactly manly. And the apron he was wearing for the job wasn't exactly helping him out either. He frowned at his own reflection, taking a strand of hair into his hands to examine it before coming to a decision.
"That's it, I'm cutting my hair!" He announced. And everyone suddenly went quiet.
Chi-Chi looked up at him in slight shock. "But why would you do that? There's nothing wrong with your hair, dear." She said.
He just gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't know. It's just time for a change I guess." He said, walking out of there as fast as he could while taking off his stupid apron, before he had to do anymore work and giving them all a final wave of thanks as he disappeared behind the door.
Aside from the mops and buckets that were currently cleaning to their full extent, Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo were all standing silent. Chi-Chi scolded Goten for being up so late before sending him off to bed, and the boy only got in a few pitiful whimpers of protest before he was gone, leaving the adults alone to talk.
Yamcha shook his head. "Gohan won't be too happy about that." He said, and Piccolo gave a nod of his head in agreement.
Chi-Chi sighed. "Yes, Gohan did say that he liked his hair, didn't he?" She asked glumly. And they all became afraid of the punishments Gohan would give them if he found Trunks in the morning with short hair.
To Be Continued............................
Thank you to:
Legolas16
Shadowyfluffball
devilburns
the reviews were great, thank you so much! and Happy Canada Day! Please review me again