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 Nineteen: I Forgive You
::Dream Scene::

He was back with the human Gohan, angry as hell and sneering as
hard as he could at him for what he did to him. And even though he
wasn't the venomous or sneering type, he still managed to make quite
the impression on Gohan, who was currently cowering away from him.

"Please Trunks, forgive me, I'm sorry." He begged helplessly,
looking as if he were on the verge of tears with how relentless the
teen was being with him.

And even though, in the back of his head, he knew that he deserved
it, he still wished Trunks would lighten up on him. He felt bad
enough.

"Forget it! Why should I?!" He roared back with a stamp of his
foot. "You nearly killed me because of your stupid temper! You left
me up there to die!"

Gohan visibly cringed, knowing that he was right. What right did
he have to ask for forgiveness and expect it delivered so easily
after what he'd done? It was hard enough, knowing that he nearly
killed his love with the temper that he'd been advised to deal with
time and time again, but the shrieking Trunks only succeeded in
making him all the more guilty before wanting to crawl in a deep
hole and die.

Trunks was so furious he was shaking. But the main cause to his
trembling was really coming from his heart, no matter how much he
hated to admit it.

He knew it was weird, but for some reason he was really starting
to like him, really like him. The time they had spent together
outside and in the library, combined with how he'd saved his life
against all those hungry wolves that day out in the snow, were all
causes to his developing feelings and his image of him.

But when he was so ruthlessly dragged out of library by the scruff
of his neck before being thrown into that freezing cold prison cell,
left forgotten for days before he finally passed out from the hunger
and cold, well, that new image of him had been shattered. And it hurt.
Gohan looked at him pitifully. "Trunks, please, I'll do anything,
anything at all to make it up to you." He begged, getting all the
more desperate by the second. Praying that he was getting through to
him. But due to the sneer still on his face and the tears running
down his cheeks, he couldn't tell.

That said, a painful silence settled between them, and then held
them in place for a only few moments. The longest and most nerve
wracking few minutes of Gohan's entire life. And all he could do was
stare, waiting as patiently as he could for Trunks to give him a response.

And then, finally, "A-anything?" Trunks asked, his voice
replicating his body as it shook.

Gohan eagerly nodded his head, not wanting to waist his chance at
forgiveness now that it finally appeared to be within his
grasp. "Yes, anything at all!" He said, fully willing to offer him
everything he owned, including the castle itself if it would just
get him back on his good side.

Trunks swallowed, taking in a shaking breath as he blinked back
more tears. "Never, ever, put me, or anyone else in that tower ever
again." Was all he said.

Gohan breathed a sigh of relief, coming forward and taking the
teen into his arms for a bone crushing hug, somewhat surprised that
he didn't try to shove him away. "Done. Yes, it's done." He breathed
out gratefully into his ear. "I'll have it bricked up if you want."
He offered eagerly.

Trunks didn't answer, he just let Gohan hold him for a while
before timidly reaching his own hands up to hold him back.

He just couldn't stay angry with him, no matter how high the fury
level was with him mere seconds ago, he just couldn't do it. Not
when he begged so eagerly like that

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Gohan awoke from his sleep with a start, looking around the fancy
and clean room he was in for a moment in confusion before he
remembered that he was in the room he'd given to Trunks. It was only
a dream, none of that had really happened, and Trunks was still angered with him.

The memory of the night before, of exactly why he was still
angry with him hitting him like a ton of bricks as he turned his
head down to where he was still holding onto the teen possessively,
just to have a pair of deep blue eyes meet his own.

Trunks blinked away the tears in his eyes as he looked up at
Gohan's face. He must have been crying in his sleep because of that
dream he'd had, and he felt down-right stupid for it. Not to mention
the embarrassment that came with finding the position he and Gohan
were in.

Laying next to each other while he held onto his fur, snuggled up
close to his chest. And Gohan was holding him back, and he couldn't
help but wonder why.

Suddenly remembering that the dream he'd had was simply the
product of his own imagination, and that Gohan was still mad at him
for some unknown reason, he made a small sound of embarrassment
before letting him go to try and squirm away. Fearful of what he
would do to him if he didn't.

But he was disappointed to find that his strength was almost
completely gone, and his frail struggles were doing little to
nothing to help him escape the position he was in. He could hear the
crackling of a bright fire, warming them from the other side of the
room, but he was still cold, and had to fight to keep his teeth from chattering.

He didn't care if Gohan's body heat would be taken away if he were
to leave his arms, because he was just far too afraid to stay there.

Gohan blinked down at him, more grateful than anything that he was
finally awake, but still a little reluctant to let him go since his
body temperature seemed a little higher than normal. And he wanted
to continue to hold him. As if that would chase away the sickness he
was coming down with.

All because he locked him in the tower.

"Please let me go." Trunks whimpered when it seemed as if he
wouldn't be getting away. He hated to admit it, but being in such a
vulnerable position with the one being in the entire dark castle who would lock him away on a whim truly did scare him, and he didn't want to be afraid anymore. He just wanted it to end.

Gohan, surprised that he actually spoke to him, could do nothing
but give a slight nod of his head, doing as the boy wished before
unwrapping his arms from him and slowly backing away, but never
leaving the bed.

Trunks momentarily closed his eyes before letting out a noticeable
sigh of relief, a shaky sigh caused by the cold he was feeling, but
it was still there, and Gohan's heart clenched at the sound of it.
He knew the boy was afraid of him. And he honestly could blame him.

"Trunks," He started, thinking it best to be using his real name
aside from "peasant" or "boy" as he so often referred to him
countless of other times. "I'm so sor--"

"Why did you do it?" He quickly cut him off, and Gohan's face fell
at the question. Just how in the hell was he supposed to answer that?

"I... I don't know. I was angry with you." He explained, knowing
that it was a pitiful excuse, but it was all he had to work with. So
kept his mouth shut to keep from blabbering anything else that would
sound as equally stupid.

Trunks fought to keep his tears back as best as he could, but a
few did still manage to get passed the barrier of his eyes, lowering
his head so that the now short strands of lavender hair could hide
his face, and that was a sight that was only breaking Gohan's heart
all the more. How he wished that he could just reach his hand out
and brush them away, make all his tears go away, but he couldn't. He
couldn't touch him.

The silence only lasted for about a minute before Trunks broke
it. "What did I do to make you angry with me?" He asked, turning his
head back up to look at him, and Gohan found himself to be a little
confused with this. Shouldn't he know? He was only pestering Yamcha
about it.

"You... Don't you know about the spell?" He asked, instantly
kicking himself when the words left his lips. What if he didn't
know?! What if he made a mistake and just blew his chance at
becoming human again because of his big mouth?!
"Ya, I know." Trunks whispered, and Gohan's heart sank. So much
for the hope that he made a mistake.

"Is that why you threw me away?" He asked, his bottom lip
trembling. "B-because you used to be an animal and I knew?" He choked.

That got Gohan's attention rather quickly. "A-an animal?" He
asked, wondering for a moment if he'd heard correctly.

Trunks just about shrank into himself, not knowing if he wanted to
get on the subject that was the cause for his lock up to begin with.
But Gohan was the master of the castle, and for as long as he was a
prisoner there wasn't too much he could do aside from answer his
questions. "Well, ya. You were a wolf before the spell, right?" He
asked as cautiously as he could, not wanting to get thrown back into
those rusty chains anytime soon. He was now shaking from the chill
still in his body, but it was still a lot warmer in this room then
it was up there.

If Gohan weren't already laying down, he would have done a face
vault. 'A WOLF!?! THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT I WAS?!? I HAD HIM THROWN
AWAY FOR THAT?!?'

Oh, God in heaven must have been laughing at him! Of all the stupid–!

Oh well,' He thought to himself shamefully, knowing that there
was no way he could turn back time and change what he'd done,
otherwise he would have fixed what had happened with that witch so
that she wouldn't change him into the monster he now was by now. I
might as well play along with this.'

"Yes Trunks. I was a wolf before the spell." He said dully, his
shame practically dripping off him in layers for the lie he was
forced to tell in order to keep his secret.

"So that's why you locked me away?"

Gohan sighed. "Yes and no." Was the slow reply. And upon Trunks'
confused and still tearful gaze, he was quick to explain himself.
Or, as much as the half truth could explain.

"I was ashamed of what I was, and of what I am now," He said softly, bringing a hairy paw up for inspection. "I didn't want you to know because, I thought if you did, you would never lo--like me. You would never like me, because of what I was, and how I acted."

"But I did like you, and I still do. Even if you're not human."
Trunks explained softly, shaking his head. "You didn't have to get
all mad, I wasn't about to stop thinking of you as a friend just
because of something like that." He said, and Gohan's heart clenched
when he said that he liked him only as a friend. But for the moment,
he tried to remind himself that it was all he had to work with, and
he would just have to try harder next time. "I don't even see what
the big deal is." Trunks finished.

Gohan made a move to get out of the bed. "If you knew me, and I
mean really knew me, you would understand." He said, walking over to
the other side of the bed, and then taking the covers before folding
them over where Trunks still lay, having noticed that he was
trembling and hoping that they would warm him. The teen was trying
not to take his eyes off of him as he moved around, but he was still
far too weak to be making any heavy movements of his own at the time
and feeling tired enough to just fall back asleep right then and there.

"Why?" He asked, turning hid eyes away. "What could you have done
that would be so bad?"

There was a pause. "Just... little things. Things I should have
cared about but didn't." He explained softly, remembering with
sudden regret about how he would treat the servants. Like they were
trash, calling them filthy names for making the tiniest of mistakes
or for not working to his expectations. Sneering at the many needy
peasants who came to his door, begging for a warm place to stay or
food for their families, before turning them away without so much as
a second thought or care.

It was then that he realized, that the sorceress was right, when
she cast her spell on him. She made him to look on the outside like
the monster he was on the inside. And she was right, he was a
monster, and what he did to Trunks, the only person whom he'd ever
felt love for, only proved that.

Even though the answer he was given was a flimsy one, that really
didn't answer his question at all, the sad and faraway look on
Gohan's face was what kept him from asking anything more. He was obviously upset about his past, and was then upset because he thought he'd found out about it and would then turn his back on him.

Trunks decided that he didn't want to know what Gohan did. Not if
he thought it could make him hate him for it. So he decided to start
respecting his privacy and not ask anything more or pester anymore
of the servants. It wasn't his business anyway.

"So... Do you forgive me?" Gohan finally asked, hope filling his
eyes. Praying that he would accept his lame excuse for nearly
killing him and let him off the hook just this one time. Because he
seriously didn't know what he would do if Trunks were to decide that
he hated him for the rest of his natural li–.

"I forgive you."

Gohan nearly choked on his breath.

Did he hear what he thought he just heard? He was forgiven? Just like that?!

"A-are you serious?" He stuttered, silently wondering what he
could have done that was so great to deserve something like this.

Trunks shrugged indifferently from where he lay, reaching a hand
up to grab at a large and fluffy pillow before brining it closer to
him to snuggle with. He'd forgiven the Gohan in his dream easily
enough, so why shouldn't he forgive the real Gohan?

"I guess so." He replied, not bothering to look at him. "Just, do
me a favor, will you?" He asked.

"Yes, anything!" Gohan offered eagerly. And he couldn't help but
notice something familiar about this.

Trunks sighed, he knew that the Gohan in his dream had agreed to
it, but he seriously doubted that the real Gohan would. "Please,
don't put me, or anyone else in that tower ever again." He asked,
seriously doubting that he'd agree to it.

But to his ultimate surprise, he did. "Yes, it's done. I'll have it bricked up immediately." Gohan said quickly, not wanting to blow his chances with the teen and glad he was given the chance to redeem himself. He didn't care how strange it was, that his request was the same from the dream he'd had. As long as he had the chance to make things better then he was going to take it.

Trunks turned his head to face him, blinking up at him in
confusion. "You really mean it?"

Gohan nodded, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his,
now short, lavender hair. "Yes, I mean it."

There was another pause, as if he was thinking about whether or
not it was the truth. Before finally, "Thank you." He answered,
putting his head back down. And then closing his eyes before easily
drifting off now that the problem had been dealt with.

Gohan let out a sigh of relief, seeing him doze off so peacefully
being his signal to leave. He didn't get a chance to tell him about
the food that had been left, but he'd most likely find it when he
woke up, and Trunks needed his rest anyway, so he decided not to
worry about it.

Leaving the room and softly shutting the door behind him, he sent
out orders to every servant within earshot to have the north tower
bricked up. If this was the first step to becoming... whatever it
was that would get Trunks to love him and make him normal again,
then he would do it.

Without question.

To Be Continued...........................