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 interest in the fic. The others chapters are written by
Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT
Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
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 Sixteen: Feelings Found
It was a simple way to spend the day.
Walking around in the sunlight, made all the brighter by the fresh
snow on the ground that they were both making tracks in, feeding the
birds and discussing this and that from here to there. Yes, quite
simple indeed.
So simple that Gohan had never experienced anything like it before.
Something so calm and peaceful as his own backyard was always just
out of reach to him. What with the many things he, as prince, was
required to do. But ever since he became the Beast he was now, his
workload did lighten quite a bit, leaving only the servants for him
to torture and take his usual angers out on.
Needless to say, they were more than just a little grateful for
the distraction their new guest was giving.
Gohan actually found himself smiling as the teen beside him spoke
so freely. Of his village, his father, books he'd read, things he'd
done. Of course, his smile was more like a smirk that suggested he
was planning something fun and or cruel, but Trunks didn't seem to
notice, and he was glad for that. It was nice when someone would
actually speak to you without fear in their voices, and Gohan didn't
want to ruin that.
In fact, in the middle of one of their conversations, Gohan was
forced to admit to himself that he rather enjoyed his company, a
lot, and Trunks did the same. Trunks was the first person to ever
get him outside to do something as trivial as feeding the birds, or
even speaking with the servants working outdoors. And he actually
enjoyed doing it with him.
Of course, neither would admit that to the other.
"So how old are you?" Trunks asked in hopes of starting up
something new, their previous conversation done and over with.
"Twenty one." Was the simple reply from where he sat, next to the
teen on the bench and watching in amusement as he fed the many small
birds in front of them. All squeaking hungrily for more and not
seeming to notice the giant and fierce looking animal in front of
them as they fought to get at the seed.
"Oh ya?" Trunks asked. "That's kind of neat, you're not much older
than me." He said, throwing more seed out and watching as the birds
all fought greedily to get it.
Gohan quirked a brow at him. "How old are you then?" He asked
curiously. He knew, judging by his looks, that he had to be a
teenager, but he never bothered to think about his exact age before.
"I'll be eighteen in the spring." He replied, and Gohan nodded his
head before they both went into an inevitable awkward silence. All
except for the squeaking of the hungry birds that is.
A chilly breeze soon passed through the air, and without fully
realizing it, Trunks shivered before inching closer to Gohan, trying
to get at his body heat to keep warm.
Gohan's eyes widened at the act, looking down at where Trunks was
leaning against him in shock. But the younger of the two didn't
notice his eyes on him since he was currently trying to lure the
birds in closer to them with more seed.
Despite his confusion at the act, Gohan didn't nudge him, or even
throw him away like he normally would have. Instead, he sighed a
soft sigh and got comfortable where he was. It was nice, having him
lean against him, like when he did in the library. It wasn't a bad
feeling at all, if at all a little new to him, it just felt... nice.
Besides," He told himself. I will have to start getting closer
to him like this anyway.' He thought, unknowingly placing his arm
around him at the idea.
Trunks did feel the arm around him, in the back of his mind, but
he really didn't mind it at all. Sighing at how much warmer he was
being so close to Gohan like that. So he didn't move, or even freeze
up in shock at the unexpected contact.
Another long while of silence passed. They had enough bird seed to
sit there and amuse themselves with the small animals for another
few hours, and as long as the weather stayed on their side there was
no rush to hurry up and head back to the palace. And all the while,
Gohan was pondering about how he should go about the whole love thing.
It was so strange, back when he was human, he didn't even know the
names of well over half the women he'd brought into bed with him.
And frankly, he never cared to learn them either.
But now, not only did he have to actually fall in love, with
another male even, but due to his unfortunate circumstances that had
to be a love strictly based on the enjoyment of one's company. Even
the smallest of kisses on the teens hand would be more than just a
little strange and way passed uncomfortable. And so it was
completely out of the question.
In fact, now that he'd stopped to think about it, his arm over the
lavender haired teen's shoulder was just about as far as he could go
with him. And the idea bothered him.
He remember how soft his lips were in his dream from the previous
night, as well as the feeling of their bodies being pressed against
each other so naturally and fitting so well, that he couldn't help
but wonder if they were just as soft in real life or if it would
feel just as right. Unfortunately, he would most likely never get to
find out.
He found himself frowning at the thought. Why should he care if he
didn't get to be intimate with him in that way? It wasn't like he
loved him yet was it?
But then, if he didn't love him, then why were they just sitting
there, leaning against each other with his arm wrapped around his
smaller body? Why did he have that dream last night and why would he
love the idea of having another? Why was his heart pounding in his
throat with fear when he found him being attacked by all those
wolves that night in the forest? And why did he enjoy the other
boy's company so much?
Did all these things mean he loved him? Wasn't it far too early to
tell something as important as that?
He'd heard of something called love at first sight, but he hardly
fell in love with him at a simple glance. So what did it mean?
He sighed in annoyance, leaning his head back to stare at the
sky. God, please just send me a sign. Do I love him?' He prayed
silently. And not five seconds later, did a small sparrow swoop
right onto his knee, startling him out of his thoughts as he looked
down at it. Shocked for being brave enough to even come near him.
To both his amazement and his horror, the small bird quickly bowed
its head before bring it back up to look at him curiously.
It was as if it had nodded its head yes to him, then was looking
back up at him now as if to ask: "There, are you happy now?"
Gohan swallowed hard over the rather large lump that suddenly
formed in his throat, unable to believe what he had just seen, and
the small bird simply flew away. Satisfied that it had done what it came to do.
Black eyes blinked many times from where Gohan sat, trying to keep
from shaking as his mind processed what had just happened. He did
ask for a sign, and indeed, one was delivered. And the answer was
yes. He did love him.
Gohan sank deeper into his seat, groaning at the very thought and
bringing a hand up to cover his face in embarrassment. He'd never
been in love before, but now that he was, what the hell was he
supposed to do with it?!
Trunks turned his gaze up at him, having noticed how he
practically melted in his chair before letting out groan, wondering
what was wrong with him.
"Hey, what's the matter?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't getting
sick or something.
Gohan quickly got to his feet, walking away from him and heading
back to the palace. "Nothing, I'm fine." He answered gruffly, just
wanting to be away from him to think for a while. This was just far too confusing.
Trunks was quick to get to his feet as well, all the birds flying
away from him in a panic as he ran to catch up with him. "I'll go
with you." He offered.
"No!" Gohan snapped, turning his hardened gaze back to him,
freezing Trunks right on the spot, instantly wondering what he'd
done wrong as he looked up at him with uncertainty in his eyes.
Gohan sighed at the sight of him, feeling sorry for raising his
voice. "I have some things to attend to," He explained. "There's no
point in you following me around anymore today." He finished, hoping
that would be enough to get the sad look out of his blue eyes.
To his delight, Trunks gave him a light smile and simple nod of
his head. "Alright, if you're busy then I won't bother you." He
said. "I guess I'll just go to the library then." He finished,
walking passed him to another part of the castle, not bothering to
look back as he disappeared around a corner.
Gohan sighed in sheer relief when he was out of sight. Glad that
he would be getting his time alone, knowing there was no way in hell
he'd be able to think straight with him around to plague his thoughts.
"What have I gotten myself into?" He breathed out to no one in
particular, walking back into the castle before heading to his room.
It was always nice and quiet up there, and he would need that.
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Vegeta leaned his sore and aching back against the strong pine
tree as he held his throat tightly while another racking cough
forced its way up his throat. This one was far worse than the last.
He knew because on inspection, there was blood found on his open
palm when he removed his other hand from his mouth.
He shook the groggy feeling from his cloudy head as best as he
could, wiping the blood on a clean area of his tunic before forcing
himself back to his feet to walk again.
He was getting worse, he could feel it in his bones. But he had to
go on! He couldn't stop! He couldn't give up! That thing had his son
locked in that tower and he had to get him out!
For all he knew, Trunks was just as ill, if not worse, than he was
right now. Being in the freezing cold of that gloomy tower all by
himself. So he forced each step he took, using all the willpower he
could muster to keep from resting before the sun set. Who knew what
horrible tortures that monster was putting his boy through? He had to save him.
Despite the cold, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead
before dropping into the snow at his feet. He just felt so hot. And
the terrifying thought that he wouldn't be able to go on much longer
made its way into his mind as he forced another step.
Just one more step...
To Be Continued..................
Thanks to:
Legolas19: : ) Thank you!
Blue T. TopazHeh, sorry, but lemony or even limey scenes will have to be few and far in between with Gohan's current condition Sorry but the most I have to work with are dream scenes. Thanks for the review, and the last chapter to Angel Eyes is almost finished
Angelcuddles16: XD Thank you!
devilburns: Thank you
Shadowy Fluffball: I continued : D
Chibi Reicheru: Wow thank you! Glad you like it so far, I'll try to keep regular updates