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, Humor, 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 Twenty One: Getting Ready
Gohan couldn't help but fidget in his bath, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed, even while in the soothing hot and soapy water he still felt uneasy.
A stone statue servant (one that would actually look a little human if it weren't for the marble he was carved out of) walked over with a fresh bucket of hot water before pouring it over his head, trying to wash out the shampoo suds all over his body with it before picking up a scrub brush to get the rest out.
"I can handle the rest." He said quickly, snatching the brush from his hand and ordering the servant away.
He never liked having someone with him when he took his baths anyway. And when he was changed into the monster he was by the witch he even tried to avoid them as much as possible.
But unfortunately for him, tonight he had to get cleaned up.
His little date with Trunks was in a few hours.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Gohan found that after spending nearly an hour in the tub it was time to get out. The steam from the water was really starting to get to him, and he figured that if he stayed in any longer he would surely shrivel up or melt.
How he wished that he could slow down time. If for only a few more hours to go over his dance lessons again. He wasn't ready. He knew that for a fact. After two weeks of coaching from Chi-Chi and practicing with anything tall enough to dance with him, he still couldn't do it.
He was as lousy a dancer as he was when he first started, and Trunks was expecting to do the waltz with him.
Could his life get any worse?
After exiting the tub, there were a few servants nearby, waiting with many dry towels to give him, but he decided to shake himself off first. Letting out a little of his frustration by soaking the servants and the walls around him.
He couldn't help but smirk in amusement at their grumbled complaints, none of them being brave enough to voice them out loud to him as they all headed out the door to throw away the wet towels and grab some fresh ones.
It was then that Yamcha walked in the door, watching as the servants went passed him, all dripping wet, with a confused look on his face. But one good look at his still smirking and damp prince told him what had happened. And he couldn't help the chuckle he let out with a shake of his head.
"Trunks is going to have one hell of a time dealing with you when you two get married." He laughed, hopping over to his feet and looking up at his face.
Gohan grunted. "If he marries me." He corrected miserably, taking a seat on a nearby stool as another servant quickly appeared from seemingly nowhere. Throwing a fresh towel over his shoulders while brushing his now clean and shining fur.
Gohan was a little surprised to see that it was the same coat hanger servant from the night before who had been giving him his dance lessons. Looking down at the servant's mid section, he couldn't help the small cringe he gave off at the sight of the spot where it had been taped back together from where he accidentally broke it in half.
Needless to say, that was one lesson in particular that the entire castle wished to forget.
But he quickly decided that he didn't really care at the moment as he allowed himself to be brushed and dried. Trying to prepare himself for the letdown he was sure he was going to get when he proclaimed his love for the teen and asked to marry him.
That is, if they got through the dancing alive and unharmed.
He was so sure that the answer would be no, but his rose was quickly dying, and he had to be the one to make the first move since the boy wasn't showing any signs of doing so.
It was his only hope of becoming human again. And even if Trunks rejected him, he could always try again later. It was a small hope, but it was all he had.
Yamcha hopped onto the dresser in front of the stool his master was sitting on. "I wouldn't worry too much. Everyone in the castle knows just how much he likes you! There's no way he would turn you down!" He proclaimed excitedly with a wave of his arms, the flame on his candle sticks flickering at the sudden movement.
"Like and love are two completely separate things." He reminded him, still a little depressed about the whole thing. "And even if I was still human, why would he be interested in me once I make a fool of myself on the dance floor?" He grumbled sourly.
Yamcha shrugged. "Just... try to take his mind off of dancing. Impress him with your wit and conversation and he'll forget all about it!" He suggested, the excited gleam coming back into his eyes. "You might not even have to dance with him tonight."
Gohan snorted, remembering how excited the teen always seemed to be at the thought of dancing in his ballroom with him. He would also check in on him once in a while using the magic of his hand mirror, and he knew for a fact that there was no way he'd be getting out of it by how often and excitedly the teen would speak about it to either Chi-Chi or Erasa in his room.
The only thing he could think of to put a halt to the whole dancing thing, was if he or Trunks ate too much at dinner and got a bad stomach ache to stop it. But the idea of that didn't sound too much better than the actual dancing, so he tried to push the thought of over stuffing himself out of his head.
Yamcha was about to say something else to try and sooth his master's thoughts and perhaps provide some comfort over his horrible dancing skills, but the door to his room had opened up again, and Piccolo was now in the doorway.
Gohan raised a brow at him. "What is it?" He asked, wondering what he was doing there so soon.
The small clock cleared his throat. "Trunks is ready and waiting for you." He announced.
And Gohan's eyes went wide. He had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping by spitting out the first thing that came to mind. "What do you mean, he's ready?!" He demanded in a near panic, just to have both the clock and the candlestick holder give him odd looks. "I still have another two and a half hours to prepare!"
Piccolo sighed, trying to be as patient with his prince as humanly... or at least, as patient as a clock his size could be. "Honestly Gohan, what is it with you and losing track of the time? You were in the bath longer than you should have been, and now Trunks is ready and waiting." He explained to him, half amused with the whole thing.
Trunks must really have him wrapped around his little finger to make him act so out of focus all the time.
"Dammit!" Gohan cursed both miserably and loudly, turning hie head back to where Piccolo still stood, waiting for an order.
"Go back to his room and tell him I'll be down in ten minutes." He grumbled, getting up and heading for his bed where his suit was waiting, laid out nicely for him to see as he grabbed it and tried to throw it on as fast as he could while at the same time trying to shoo away any servants trying to help him.
Piccolo gave a deep respectful bow before he left, knowing with a smirk on his face that his prince would be having a great night regardless of the fact that he was now late.
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Trunks paced back and forth in his room, wringing his hands in nervous anticipation while Erasa tried to sooth him with calm words that simply weren't helping.
Gohan was late. Not bad late, just fifteen minutes late.
The kind of late that made him nervous. The kind of late that made him wonder if Gohan had changed his mind and was going to back out. He seriously hoped that he wasn't. He was really looking forward to tonight and didn't want to cancel.
Piccolo suddenly made himself known in the doorway with a few soft knocks on the wood. Getting everyone's attention, Trunks' especially. "Gohan's almost finished getting ready, so you should just go and wait for him."
"Really?" Trunks asked, getting excited and happy again since he now knew that Gohan wasn't bailing out on him.
Piccolo nodded his head, taking his time to use that to look the boy up and down. As if examining him to try and determine if what he was wearing was good enough for his prince.
He was pleased to see how good he actually looked, wearing one of Gohan's old formal tuxedo's, his hair tied back in a loose ponytail with two strands of hair down either side of his face now that it was long again.
Oh yes, Gohan should be very pleased with how he looked for their date tonight.
Trunks smiled brightly at Piccolo's nodding head, allowing himself to be led out of the room and down the long hallway towards Gohan's end of the castle by one of the many nameless servants that were always around.
He simply couldn't wait to get the night started, he'd been waiting as patiently as he could for it for the passed two weeks and now that the big day was finally here he was more excited than ever, almost giddy even.
Earlier that day, he'd caught a glimpse of the many servants lighting up the dining room and ballroom with hundreds of long white candles before setting up the chandeliers. And if the place was looking so great in the middle of the day, then he seriously couldn't wait to see what it would look like at night with all those candles glowing for him and Gohan as they lit up the room.
Actually, now that he stopped to think about it, the way the servants were setting up the rooms seemed almost romantic.
He tried to shake the ridiculous thought from his head. It was just a friendly date and they all knew it, didn't they?
Finally making it to the stairs that led to the West Wing as well as Gohan's room, Trunks and the servant came to a slow stop before the servant excused himself and left him alone to wait.
He didn't have to wait very long before he could see Gohan's form coming around the darker corner of the upstairs hall, making a turn to go downstairs before stopping in his tracks.
Gohan couldn't help but let out a sigh of awe at the sight of him. He looked so beautiful in his old clothes with the candle light flickering off his face that it should have been a sin. And with the dance lessons and all, he hadn't seen too much of him since he suggested having this date, so he was very pleased to see that his hair had grown back to it's former shoulder length glory.
How he wished he was human again, at that very moment more than ever so that he could just grab him right then and there and simply shower is gorgeous face with many kisses of all kinds. But unfortunately, at the moment, all he could do was gawk.
An act that didn't go unnoticed by the lavender haired teen, and he couldn't help but fidget under the almost hungry looking gaze. "I guess I look good?" He asked shyly.
Gohan blinked at the question, forcefully snapping himself out of his thoughts, which were getting to the point of being perverted, before answering. "Of course, you look better than perfect." He said sincerely before he could stop himself. Mentally kicking himself in the head for most likely making the boy feel uncomfortable with his words.
But to his delight, Trunks blushed through a smile. "Really?" He asked.
Gohan was quick to nod his head.
"Well, you look great too." Trunks said, looking Gohan over as if it was the first time he'd ever seen him. His fur looked a lot cleaner and was much shinier, suggesting that it had been thoroughly washed and brushed many times to be proper for their date. And he was even wearing a blue gentleman's suit. One that was rather similar to his own, and he couldn't help but wonder how long it took to be tailored to fit his enormous size.
Gohan smiled down at him appreciatively, walking the rest of the way down the stairs to meet him before offering him his arm. A romantic tip that Yamcha had offered him at the last minute. "Ready to go?" He asked.
And Trunks laughed, looping his own arm around his in amusement. "More than ready." Was the reply he gave they headed off to the dining room together to get the night started.
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It was just too much for him. He couldn't go another step. The air around him that was supposed to be getting warmer was in fact freezing him to the bone, and it was only intensified by the howling wind had gotten to him a long time ago. But it was at this point when Vegeta found that he just couldn't take anymore of it.
'God forgive me.' He thought to himself in shame as his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees in the snow. Weak and tired, his eyes begging him for sleep and his body wanting to rest.
It was just too much, he was hopelessly lost with no way of finding his way to the castle or back to the village even if he wanted to turn around.
The last snowstorm had hit him really hard, throwing him off track and causing him to lose both his map and his way. He'd been wandering around aimlessly for nearly a month, simply praying to find his way to his son so they could leave for home.
But it was then that he realized how impossible it was. He was lost and Trunks was still a prisoner, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He ran out of supplies three days ago, and was forced to survive without any food by drinking the snow slush on the ground. He hated it to no end, but it was better than death.
It was the thing that was keeping him alive, yet at the same time helping to kill him. He was still sick, and the dirty water wasn't helping his health out at all. It only made him worse. Not to mention the fact that he was still soaked from the last puddle filled with ice and snow that he fell into.
It was a short winter they had this year, but it was still killing him. And he just couldn't go on any further.
The last of Vegeta's strength gave out when he fell the rest of the way face down on the muddy ground. And in the back of his mind, just before he passed out, he couldn't help but wonder if his only son was even still alive.
To Be Continued.................................
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