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 Fifteen: Mixed Feelings
It was hot in his room. So hot that even with the windows open and the cool night air gently breezing inside from the stary summer sky they still weren't finding the relief they needed in order to slow down.
Gohan didn't know how it happened, or when for that matter, but he was human again, and aside from the lavender haired teen currently sucking on his neck, that was all he cared about. And in his opinion, they boy deserved to be rewarded for this. But at the moment, he wasn't at all aware of exactly who was doing the rewarding.
Trunks, who was currently straddling his hips on his bed in his room while sucking on his neck, or him for allowing the boy to take control and do just that. But either way, they both seemed to be getting the pleasure they were desperately craving from those sweet acts while half naked on his overly large bed, so he didn't complain about his current position.
At least not yet.
He couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure and want as Trunks let his hands roam over his chiseled abs, thumbing the belt to his pants teasingly, while his mouth moved to other places. His throat, his jaw, his cheeks and then finally his lips. Claiming them fully and sliding his tongue inside to explore.
Gohan held the lavender haired teen's shoulders in place when he made it there, instantly taking control of the kiss as he hungrily kept him in place.
He rolled the two of them over, the younger of the two not noticing with the fierceness of the kiss and allowing it to go on like that even when he finally did notice.
He didn't mind giving up being the dominant one of their activities just yet. But that didn't mean that he couldn't have some fun with his new toy.
Once again, Trunks' hands roamed over him, sliding down his back and tightly cupping his rear for only a split second before moving ever so slowly to his front. Making Gohan whimper through their kiss as his hands went lower again still before finding what he was looking for and...
Gohan woke up.
He jumped wide awake out of his bed, whipping his head around in search for Trunks once he found that he was not in bed with him. And he didn't stop looking for him until a few seconds later when he finally realized that the boy wasn't supposed to be in bed with him in the first place. Making him understand just what had happened to him a moment ago and causing his eyes to widen at the mere thought.
He was on the verge of having a wet dream about his prisoner just then, and as much as the idea of admitting to something like that annoyed him, he was still forced to admit to himself that he didn't find it at all unenjoyable.
In fact, if her were allowed to finish the dream then he knew it would have actually made his day.
He stood up on all fours on his near ruined bed, shaking the tingling feeling he still had from himself before deciding to take a walk, and perhaps a cool bath later on. The sun had risen, and it was about time he got up anyway.
After exiting the West Wing of the castle, he tried to seem like his usual cold self to anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. But in the long run, he found himself to be a little afraid. A fear caused by his dream of the lavender haired teen. And the fear unnerved him greatly, which only produced more fear.
Why would he be having such explicit dreams about his prisoner? The boy meant nothing to him at all! He was only there to fall in love with him so he could be human again! That was it. Nothing more.
The witch who changed him into the ugly beast that he was only said that he needed to learn to love another and earn his or her love in return. Friendship was a form of love, wasn't it? So that was all he needed to feel for him in order to break the spell.
Or at least, he thought so. Just because he liked the boy a little didn't mean he loved him, did it?
He sighed, knowing he would need to speak with either Chi-Chi, Yamcha or Piccolo over the subject. They were foolish enough to know more about this stupid love issue anyway. The last thing he needed was the boy on his mind like that!
He couldn't but smirk at the thought, knowing exactly how he could get him out of his head.
By watching him suffer.
He should still be working in the ballroom where he left him the night before, and once he saw how worn out and exhausted he'd become over his hard night's work, he knew that it would surely drown out any pathetic thoughts he had about developing actual feelings for him.
It was simply impossible.
He made a turn down a long hallway, heading in the direction to where his prisoner should be hard at work.
As he came upon the two large wooden doors leading inside, he could see Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo off in the distance, having stopped what they were doing at the sight of him and heading straight for him at their top speeds. Trying to head him off.
He frowned as they approached, wondering what they wanted.
"M-master!" Yamcha huffed as he came to a stop in front of him, but Gohan did not stop his pace, forcing the three to get out of his way and walk with him as he went.
"What is it?" He asked, annoyance apparent in his voice.
The candlestick holder tried not to wince at his tone before forcing himself to continue. Chi-Chi and Piccolo both looking nervous.
"It's about our guest Trunks, sir." He started, earning a raised eyebrow from Gohan at the mere mention of the boy's name.
"Oh? What about him? Did he not do as I commanded him to do?" He asked, thinking that this was about how he'd ordered him to clean and sweep the ballroom the night before.
Chi-Chi gulped. "Not exactly, sir." She said.
It was then that Gohan stopped to look down at them, a little confused as to what they were talking about. What was so wrong with Trunks that they had to bother him with it? Was he hurt? Ill? What was wrong?!
"Well then what's wrong?" He asked, not even realizing the worry he was displaying for the teen on the other side of the two door and starting to lose his patience with the lot of them all together, even though Piccolo had yet to actually say anything.
The clock decided that now was probably the best time to say it, wanting to get it done and over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"It's about his hair." He said simply. Finding the entire situation to be stupid to begin with.
Gohan blinked. "His hair?" He asked.
Piccolo nodded. "Yes, he's cut it short." He finished.
If he could have, he would have paled beneath his dark fur before shouting at the three of them. "What?! What do you mean he cut his hair!?" He demanded in a near rage, not bothering to wait for an answer as he stormed back to the doors before slamming them open. His eyes scanning over the entire room to try and find Trunks.
The boy belonged to him! He had no right to mess with his looks like that!
He found Trunks on the other side of the ballroom still working on the floor, his head having whipped up at the loud banging sound that echoed through the domed room and startled him nearly out of his skin.
Gohan marched over to where he knelt before yanking him up by the arm to look him over in complete disapproval. Trunks let out a cry of shock and slight pain at the sudden act, but it was ignored.
Gohan snarled at the new cut, not liking it at all as he continually examined it, even spinning Trunks around in his hold to get a three dimensional look at the horror the teen had done to his head.
It was no longer at it's former shoulder length glory, but now shorter, in some kind of strange mushroom cut. Those three weren't kidding when they said that he cut his hair as he had hoped them to be.
Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo all watched the scene unfold before them from their safe spot behind the twin doors, poking their heads out for a better look at what was happening inside. They sincerely hoped that Gohan wouldn't punish Trunks any further for cutting his hair. Otherwise they would never fall in love and the spell would never be broken.
Gohan continued to sneer at his hair, wondering where Trunks would get the stupid idea that it was alright to mess with it like that.
Trunks gulped in Gohan's tight grip nervously, knowing that he was in trouble and naturally thinking it was because he had yet to finish polishing the floor. He really didn't want to get punished with something else, so he was quick with his apologies.
"Look, I'm sorry that I'm not done with the floor yet, but it takes a really long time to clean!" He spat out quickly, grabbing Gohan's attention. "I'll get it finished by noon for sure though!"
Gohan made a low growl in the deep pits of his throat. "It's not the floor," He admitted to him, loosening his painful grip on his arms before letting him go and allowing him to stand on his own. Trunks looking up at him in confusion for what he was talking about. "It's your hair." He said, pointing at it for emphasis.
Trunks blinked up at him, his jaw dropping in disbelief. That's what his little temper tantrum was all about?! His hair?! "M-my hair?" He asked, taking a few small strand into his fingers before looking them over. Not knowing what the big deal was all about. It was just a little shorter, that was all. What was the big deal?
Gohan made an animalistic grunting sound, nodding his head before continuing with a cross of his hairy arms as he almost glared down at him. "I liked it the way it was before." He stated.
"Oh," Trunks said, blushing a little as he turned his head away to try and hide it. Though he didn't even really know why he was blushing. He did have another dream about him and the human Gohan after finally getting to bed last night, and strangely enough he was displeased with his hair as well.
But that was quickly forgotten as a furious make out session soon began between them. Not ending until he woke up early that morning.
He felt a little stupid having dreams like that about someone he'd never even met before. But they both just acted so similarly. They couldn't be the same person could they?
"Well, I could grow it back if you'd like." He offered, not knowing how else to excuse his short hair and get back on Gohan's good side.
He was relieved when he saw the hairy face formerly snarling down at him soften quite noticeably. "I would like that." Was all he said before turning around and heading back for the doors. Completely forgetting about his plans of watching as the boy dragged himself around on the floor to try and get his work done.
Suddenly, the idea didn't seem so appealing anymore.
"You can stop working now if you want," He called to him just before exiting the room, his voice echoing over to where Trunks had gotten back to his knees as he looked up hopefully.
"I'll have a few servants come down to finish this place off." He called.
"Really?" Trunks asked, seeing him nod his large head even from the distance between them.
"Can we go outside later?" He called out before he could stop himself. Wincing when the request had left his lips. Why would he ask to spend time with him? Gohan wanted nothing to do with–
"Sure, why not?" Gohan agreed. "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes." He called back before disappearing behind the doors, leaving an overly delighted Trunks behind, smiling brightly at the thought of being with him even though he still didn't know why.
What he didn't see when Gohan left though, was the smile on his face at the thought of being with him as well.
To Be Continued...............................
A.N: Thanks to all who left me a kind review! And sorry that this chapter was so short and sucking, but please be kind to it and leave a review anyway! Greately appreciated!
And sorry that this fic is taking so long, but I've just been a little busy with my job and other fics, plus college is coming, etc etc. So anyways, sorry about that, but it will still go on no matter how much slower
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 Fifteen: Mixed Feelings
It was hot in his room. So hot that even with the windows open and the cool night air gently breezing inside from the stary summer sky they still weren't finding the relief they needed in order to slow down.
Gohan didn't know how it happened, or when for that matter, but he was human again, and aside from the lavender haired teen currently sucking on his neck, that was all he cared about. And in his opinion, they boy deserved to be rewarded for this. But at the moment, he wasn't at all aware of exactly who was doing the rewarding.
Trunks, who was currently straddling his hips on his bed in his room while sucking on his neck, or him for allowing the boy to take control and do just that. But either way, they both seemed to be getting the pleasure they were desperately craving from those sweet acts while half naked on his overly large bed, so he didn't complain about his current position.
At least not yet.
He couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure and want as Trunks let his hands roam over his chiseled abs, thumbing the belt to his pants teasingly, while his mouth moved to other places. His throat, his jaw, his cheeks and then finally his lips. Claiming them fully and sliding his tongue inside to explore.
Gohan held the lavender haired teen's shoulders in place when he made it there, instantly taking control of the kiss as he hungrily kept him in place.
He rolled the two of them over, the younger of the two not noticing with the fierceness of the kiss and allowing it to go on like that even when he finally did notice.
He didn't mind giving up being the dominant one of their activities just yet. But that didn't mean that he couldn't have some fun with his new toy.
Once again, Trunks' hands roamed over him, sliding down his back and tightly cupping his rear for only a split second before moving ever so slowly to his front. Making Gohan whimper through their kiss as his hands went lower again still before finding what he was looking for and...
Gohan woke up.
He jumped wide awake out of his bed, whipping his head around in search for Trunks once he found that he was not in bed with him. And he didn't stop looking for him until a few seconds later when he finally realized that the boy wasn't supposed to be in bed with him in the first place. Making him understand just what had happened to him a moment ago and causing his eyes to widen at the mere thought.
He was on the verge of having a wet dream about his prisoner just then, and as much as the idea of admitting to something like that annoyed him, he was still forced to admit to himself that he didn't find it at all unenjoyable.
In fact, if her were allowed to finish the dream then he knew it would have actually made his day.
He stood up on all fours on his near ruined bed, shaking the tingling feeling he still had from himself before deciding to take a walk, and perhaps a cool bath later on. The sun had risen, and it was about time he got up anyway.
After exiting the West Wing of the castle, he tried to seem like his usual cold self to anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. But in the long run, he found himself to be a little afraid. A fear caused by his dream of the lavender haired teen. And the fear unnerved him greatly, which only produced more fear.
Why would he be having such explicit dreams about his prisoner? The boy meant nothing to him at all! He was only there to fall in love with him so he could be human again! That was it. Nothing more.
The witch who changed him into the ugly beast that he was only said that he needed to learn to love another and earn his or her love in return. Friendship was a form of love, wasn't it? So that was all he needed to feel for him in order to break the spell.
Or at least, he thought so. Just because he liked the boy a little didn't mean he loved him, did it?
He sighed, knowing he would need to speak with either Chi-Chi, Yamcha or Piccolo over the subject. They were foolish enough to know more about this stupid love issue anyway. The last thing he needed was the boy on his mind like that!
He couldn't but smirk at the thought, knowing exactly how he could get him out of his head.
By watching him suffer.
He should still be working in the ballroom where he left him the night before, and once he saw how worn out and exhausted he'd become over his hard night's work, he knew that it would surely drown out any pathetic thoughts he had about developing actual feelings for him.
It was simply impossible.
He made a turn down a long hallway, heading in the direction to where his prisoner should be hard at work.
As he came upon the two large wooden doors leading inside, he could see Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo off in the distance, having stopped what they were doing at the sight of him and heading straight for him at their top speeds. Trying to head him off.
He frowned as they approached, wondering what they wanted.
"M-master!" Yamcha huffed as he came to a stop in front of him, but Gohan did not stop his pace, forcing the three to get out of his way and walk with him as he went.
"What is it?" He asked, annoyance apparent in his voice.
The candlestick holder tried not to wince at his tone before forcing himself to continue. Chi-Chi and Piccolo both looking nervous.
"It's about our guest Trunks, sir." He started, earning a raised eyebrow from Gohan at the mere mention of the boy's name.
"Oh? What about him? Did he not do as I commanded him to do?" He asked, thinking that this was about how he'd ordered him to clean and sweep the ballroom the night before.
Chi-Chi gulped. "Not exactly, sir." She said.
It was then that Gohan stopped to look down at them, a little confused as to what they were talking about. What was so wrong with Trunks that they had to bother him with it? Was he hurt? Ill? What was wrong?!
"Well then what's wrong?" He asked, not even realizing the worry he was displaying for the teen on the other side of the two door and starting to lose his patience with the lot of them all together, even though Piccolo had yet to actually say anything.
The clock decided that now was probably the best time to say it, wanting to get it done and over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"It's about his hair." He said simply. Finding the entire situation to be stupid to begin with.
Gohan blinked. "His hair?" He asked.
Piccolo nodded. "Yes, he's cut it short." He finished.
If he could have, he would have paled beneath his dark fur before shouting at the three of them. "What?! What do you mean he cut his hair!?" He demanded in a near rage, not bothering to wait for an answer as he stormed back to the doors before slamming them open. His eyes scanning over the entire room to try and find Trunks.
The boy belonged to him! He had no right to mess with his looks like that!
He found Trunks on the other side of the ballroom still working on the floor, his head having whipped up at the loud banging sound that echoed through the domed room and startled him nearly out of his skin.
Gohan marched over to where he knelt before yanking him up by the arm to look him over in complete disapproval. Trunks let out a cry of shock and slight pain at the sudden act, but it was ignored.
Gohan snarled at the new cut, not liking it at all as he continually examined it, even spinning Trunks around in his hold to get a three dimensional look at the horror the teen had done to his head.
It was no longer at it's former shoulder length glory, but now shorter, in some kind of strange mushroom cut. Those three weren't kidding when they said that he cut his hair as he had hoped them to be.
Chi-Chi, Yamcha and Piccolo all watched the scene unfold before them from their safe spot behind the twin doors, poking their heads out for a better look at what was happening inside. They sincerely hoped that Gohan wouldn't punish Trunks any further for cutting his hair. Otherwise they would never fall in love and the spell would never be broken.
Gohan continued to sneer at his hair, wondering where Trunks would get the stupid idea that it was alright to mess with it like that.
Trunks gulped in Gohan's tight grip nervously, knowing that he was in trouble and naturally thinking it was because he had yet to finish polishing the floor. He really didn't want to get punished with something else, so he was quick with his apologies.
"Look, I'm sorry that I'm not done with the floor yet, but it takes a really long time to clean!" He spat out quickly, grabbing Gohan's attention. "I'll get it finished by noon for sure though!"
Gohan made a low growl in the deep pits of his throat. "It's not the floor," He admitted to him, loosening his painful grip on his arms before letting him go and allowing him to stand on his own. Trunks looking up at him in confusion for what he was talking about. "It's your hair." He said, pointing at it for emphasis.
Trunks blinked up at him, his jaw dropping in disbelief. That's what his little temper tantrum was all about?! His hair?! "M-my hair?" He asked, taking a few small strand into his fingers before looking them over. Not knowing what the big deal was all about. It was just a little shorter, that was all. What was the big deal?
Gohan made an animalistic grunting sound, nodding his head before continuing with a cross of his hairy arms as he almost glared down at him. "I liked it the way it was before." He stated.
"Oh," Trunks said, blushing a little as he turned his head away to try and hide it. Though he didn't even really know why he was blushing. He did have another dream about him and the human Gohan after finally getting to bed last night, and strangely enough he was displeased with his hair as well.
But that was quickly forgotten as a furious make out session soon began between them. Not ending until he woke up early that morning.
He felt a little stupid having dreams like that about someone he'd never even met before. But they both just acted so similarly. They couldn't be the same person could they?
"Well, I could grow it back if you'd like." He offered, not knowing how else to excuse his short hair and get back on Gohan's good side.
He was relieved when he saw the hairy face formerly snarling down at him soften quite noticeably. "I would like that." Was all he said before turning around and heading back for the doors. Completely forgetting about his plans of watching as the boy dragged himself around on the floor to try and get his work done.
Suddenly, the idea didn't seem so appealing anymore.
"You can stop working now if you want," He called to him just before exiting the room, his voice echoing over to where Trunks had gotten back to his knees as he looked up hopefully.
"I'll have a few servants come down to finish this place off." He called.
"Really?" Trunks asked, seeing him nod his large head even from the distance between them.
"Can we go outside later?" He called out before he could stop himself. Wincing when the request had left his lips. Why would he ask to spend time with him? Gohan wanted nothing to do with–
"Sure, why not?" Gohan agreed. "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes." He called back before disappearing behind the doors, leaving an overly delighted Trunks behind, smiling brightly at the thought of being with him even though he still didn't know why.
What he didn't see when Gohan left though, was the smile on his face at the thought of being with him as well.
To Be Continued...............................
A.N: Thanks to all who left me a kind review! And sorry that this chapter was so short and sucking, but please be kind to it and leave a review anyway! Greately appreciated!
And sorry that this fic is taking so long, but I've just been a little busy with my job and other fics, plus college is coming, etc etc. So anyways, sorry about that, but it will still go on no matter how much slower