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.
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!!!! ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Chapter Twenty Three: House Arrest
Trunks had his horse ready to leave Gohan's castle in less than half the time it would normally take to get ready in his haste. His father was waiting for him, so he had to hurry, and the stable was the first place he went after he finished changing into his old clothes from home, not even bothering to stop and say goodbye to any of the servants as he hastened passed them.
As he sped down the main road that led out of the castle grounds, he couldn't help but let out a shudder of displeasure at the sound of Gohan's loud and monstrous wail echoing after him.
'I'm sorry.' He thought miserably, fighting back tears while trying to convince himself that it was simply the wind in his eyes that was causing him to cry.
Pushing the miserable feeling he had into the bottom of his stomach, Trunks reached behind his tunic and pulled out Gohan's crystal mirror. He immediately asked it to show him his father as he rode, and when it did, he demanded that it tell him the fastest way to get to him.
A little map appeared in the glass, and Trunks was rather surprised by all the shortcuts it was showing him. With him riding that way, he would be able to pick up his father and have him at home in bed within the day!
Feeling his spirits lift at the very thought, Trunks urged Phillipe to go on faster through the woods. Because every second was a second that he wasn't about to waste.
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"HE DID WHAT?!?" Everyone shouted in horrific shock.
Piccolo grunted miserably. Wondering why the hell he always had to be the messenger. "It's true, Gohan let him go." He explained sourly, his arms crossed while he tried to think of ways in which he could kill his master while making it look like an accident.
"But-but..." Yamcha stuttered. "He was so close!" He spat out, completely shocked over the whole thing. Why would Gohan just suddenly get up and let him leave?! And on the day he was supposed to tell him that he loved him too!
Chi-Chi shook her head sadly. "It's because he loves him that he let him go." She explained, answering his unasked question.
Piccolo scowled. "That makes absolutely no sense!" He yelled. "If he loved him then he should have told him! Not let him run away from us again!" It was bad enough that Gohan had done something as stupid as let Trunks leave, but now, they would all be punished for it by remaining stuck the way they were forever.
Yamcha ignored Piccolo's outburst. "If Gohan loves him... could that be enough to break the spell?" He asked hopefully.
And once again, Chi-Chi shook her head. "No, Trunks has to love him in return." She explained sadly.
"And now it's too late." Piccolo finished gruffly.
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"Papa!?" Trunks called out, his voice echoing through the landscape and causing a few birds to fearfully fly out of their trees.
He knew his father was near here somewhere, the mirror said that he was. But the sun still had yet to rise, and it was hard searching for him in the dark. And with the fear of accidentally riding his horse right over him, he had to get off of Phillipe's back to do the rest of the search on foot. Keeping the horse nearby just in case.
Trunks cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted again. "PAPA!?" He cried out, getting no answer once again.
Trunks lowered his hands, biting his bottom lip to try and fight back the worried tears that were gathering in his eyes. Why couldn't he find him? Had he already died and some animal carted him away?
The very thought made his stomach lurch and his heart ache.
He pulled out the crystal mirror again. "Show me my father." He commanded, and once again the usual bright flash of light blinded his eyes for only a moment before an image appeared.
There he was. Still laying face down and shivering from the cold wind. He looked as fine as Trunks could hope for at the moment, but why couldn't he find him?
"Wait a minute." He mumbled, squinting his eyes as he looked at the background of where his father lay. Just in front of a few large bushes, still without their leaves, but there were enough branches in the way to obscure the cloaked thing that was behind them.
It couldn't be...
Trunks took a sideways step to the left, and saw the thing in the mirror behind the bushes do the same.
"THAT'S ME!!" He screamed out in shock, his eyes darting towards the large bushes behind him before he ran to them, pushing them out of the way to see his father laying there behind them. Just where the branches wouldn't allow him to see.
"Father!" He cried out, putting the mirror away before turning him onto his back and checking for a pulse, and letting out a sigh of pure relief when he found one. He was still alive.
Trunks put two finger to his lips and whistled loudly for his horse to come. "You're going to be fine, papa." He said as if Vegeta could hear, Phillipe showing up and stopping at his feet while Trunks helped him into the horse before climbing on himself.
Whipping the reigns as hard as he could to make the horse head for home at tops speeds.
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When he finally arrived at his cottage, that somehow seemed just a little smaller than it was when he last saw it, Trunks didn't even bother putting Phillipe in his stable as he got off the horse and gently pulled his father down to the ground. Trying to be as careful with him as he could as he put his arm over his shoulder and carried him up the steps and towards the door.
First he needed to get him out of his wet clothes and into bed, and then he would have to get a warm fire started. Phillipe would probably just wander around near the house, so he would worry about him later.
Unknown to the lavender haired teen, Krillin was just walking up the small rode and back to his post for the day when he pulled up on his horse. He quickly ducked behind a thick tree so as to not get caught, smiling brightly at the sight before him.
"They're back." He mumbled, almost in awe that he was actually seeing them after all that time of being away as Trunks opened the door and headed inside with his sickly father, closing it behind him. "Hn, 'bout time." He grumbled, crossing his arms as he stepped out from his hiding spot.
Hercule had specifically told him not to move from his spot at the small house, but it was in the middle of winter! And what that oaf didn't know wouldn't hurt him in his opinion anyway. And now that Trunks was finally back, all he had to do was get the fool down there to pick up his prize and he would finally be able to go home and eat a decent meal.
Turning on his heal, Krillin ran as fast as he could for the tavern, where he knew that giant fool was probably already drunk out of his mind.
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Two Days Later:
Vegeta groggily opened his eyes, suddenly being jerked out of his unconscious state by something unknown at the moment, but he did know that he was definitely awake and not dreaming.
And he wasn't in the forest.
His eyes went wide at the realization. He wasn't in the cold forest like how he should be, but instead he was in a warm bed.
What the hell was going on?!
He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he felt himself being pushed back to the bed by someone unknown. "L-let me up!" He cried out, his voice hoarse and near panicked. "I need to find my son! I can't be here!"
"Papa, it's me!"
Vegeta instantly stopped struggling, looking up uncertainly into the blurry face of the owner of the voice that sounded so much like his boy. He didn't recognize him through the haze, but the bleary lavender hair, along with the voice, was a dead giveaway that this person was who he said he was.
His son.
"...T-Trunks...?" He rasped uncertainly, not sure if he was dreaming or not.
"Shhhh...." Trunks applied a moist cloth to his forehead, not wanting him to speak just yet for fear of losing more of his strength. "It's okay, papa, we're home." He said as soothingly as possible. Trying not to lose it with how worried and excited he was all at the same time.
He almost lost his father to his sickness, but now after seeing him again after all those months, worrying over his bed for the past two days while waiting for him to finally wake up... he just wanted to jump up and down for joy, hugging him tight. But he was just too afraid to hurt him.
A look of sheer relief washed over Vegeta's face at the sight of him, slowly coming into focus for him to see. And he couldn't have been happier. He had his son back! He didn't know how it happened but he had him back. And they were home as well. Far away from the dark forest of the Beast who had cruelly locked them up.
"I thought I'd never see you again." He admitted without shame, ignoring Trunks' protests as he weakly sat up and tightly embraced his only child.
Trunks eventually stopped trying to talk his father back into laying down as he hugged him back. Going against his better judgment for his father's health when he did. "I missed you, papa." Trunks whispered, his voice choked through the simple happiness he felt. Not truly knowing how much really he did miss him until just then.
"H-how did you escape?" Vegeta pulled away and asked, complete shock suddenly engulfing him as the realization dawned. He didn't make it back to the castle to save his boy, but instead he'd somehow gotten free and was the one to save him!
Trunks nearly fidgeted, trying to think of the right way to say what he was about to say. "Actually papa, I didn't escape." He explained, watching with a small amount of amusement how his father raised his eyebrows. "He let me go." Trunks finished.
"That monster?!?" Vegeta spat out, ignoring the pain in his throat from doing such a thing. His disbelief was just too much to take.
"But he's different now, papa!" Trunks insisted, quickly coming to Gohan's defense. "He's... changed somehow." He explained as best as he could.
Vegeta snorted. Like he would ever believe that bullshit! "What did he make you do?" He snarled menacingly.
Trunks blinked. "What?"
Vegeta's look became more protective. "That monster must of had you do something despicable to earn your freedom! I won't believe that he simply let you go!" He shouted, convinced that the monster had somehow hurt his only son and now Trunks was hiding it from him.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Papa, you worry too much." He chuckled, knowing where his father's train of thought had gone and finding it to be rather funny.
Like Gohan would ever take advantage of him! The simple thought was almost hilarious!
Vegeta growled. "Don't you think I have a right to be?" He demanded, angry that his own son was finding an issue so serious to be so amusing. It wasn't like it was all that far fetched. He did have Hercule always following him around because of his beautiful looks. And he was enough of an ass to deal with without having to worry about some monster on his only son's tail as well.
"I guess you have a point, papa," Trunks admitted to him softly. "But you have to believe me when I say that he changed! He even saved my life to show it!"
Vegeta blinked at him, stunned and fearful that Trunks' life would ever be in that kind of danger, and that the horrid monster of all things was the one to save him.
Before he could open his mouth to ask for the details, there was a strange clanging sound coming from Trunks' sack on the table, just passed the bed. Causing them to jump in slight fear for the sudden interruption before whipping their heads at it.
They both looked at it strangely, wondering what could be in it to be making such a strange noise. And then suddenly, the bag popped open and out came Goten, swiveling a little as he lost his balance on the crystal mirror that he had been tucked away with.
"Hi!" He cried out cheerily once he'd finally managed to get a hold of himself from all his jumping around in his escape attempt. It was just way too hot to be in there any longer!
"G-Goten?" Trunks asked, startled and not knowing if he should believe what he actually was seeing. How could that tiny cup have stowed away into his pack without him noticing for all that time?! Better yet, how did he survive in there?!
The small tea cup jumped from off the table and over to the foot of the bed, allowing Trunks to pick him up and place him on the bed for the both of them to see him. At least the lavender haired teen looked happy to see him.
Vegeta smirked at the sight of the child like cup, remembering it from the last time he was at the castle. "Hn, didn't think I would ever see you again." He said, finding the cup's visit to not be unpleasant at all considering what had happened the last time they were in each other's company.
Goten simply smiled up at him cheerily before turning his head to where Trunks sat. A look of sadness on his face. "Tunks? Why'd you leave?" He asked, his eyes getting bigger. "Don't you like us anymore?"
Vegeta's eyes widened slightly at the question. Not thinking it was possible for his son to be actually making friends during his stay at the castle.
Perhaps he was telling the truth then?
Trunks' eyes became cheerless at the question, his face falling just a little as well. He missed everyone down at the castle, Gohan especially, but he had to leave. "Goten, of course I still like you," He explained. "It's just that--"
Trunks was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door.
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, as did Vegeta. "Who could it be at this hour?" Trunks mumbled, getting up from his spot before exiting the room and leaving his father to talk to the small child.
"I'll be back in a sec, papa!" He called from the livingroom. Making it over to the door and forgetting to look through the peephole first to see who it was before answering.
He didn't know who he expecting to see, perhaps some poor homeless man looking for a place to stay for the night. But he certainly didn't expect to see Master Roshi. The strange and creepy old man in charge of the asylum.
His look became worried. "May I help you?" He asked.
The old man tapped his fingers together greedily. "I've come for your father." He said, getting straight to the point. It was late, and the faster he got this over with the fast he could head home to enjoy the rest of the gold Hercule had to fork over for coming to get him and his carriages so damn late.
Trunks was more than just a little taken back when he heard that. "My father?!" He demanded almost angrily.
Roshi chuckled. "Don't worry, monseur, we'll take very good care of him." He then stepped aside, giving Trunks a horrifying view of the barred carriage with the asylum logo on it. Along with the crowd of angry looking villagers standing behind it in support. Torches, pitchforks and other weapons in their hands. And Hercule was there as well, leaning up against the carriage with a calm smirk on his face.
But he refused to let the fear they provoked in him show on his face. Scowling for all he was worth before taking a threatening step towards the old man on his property. "My father is not crazy!" He snarled, delighted as the old man took a step away from him.
"He was raving like a lunatic!" Krillin shouted, and Trunks whipped his head down at him to see him by the crowd. Trying to work them up and get them angry. "We all heard him, didn't we?!" He shouted, and the crowd gave him a loud cheer of approval.
Trunks narrowed his eyes at him, vowing that when he got all those people off his property then the midget would pay dearly for what he was doing.
"Trunks?"
The teen whipped his head behind him, seeing that his father had gotten up and out of bed to see what all the commotion was about.
"Father, get back inside." He hissed, hoping that none of the villagers had seen him.
He was hoping for a miracle.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Krillin called, getting his attention. "Why don't you tell us all again, just how big was the beast?" He taunted.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, and Trunks groaned. Finally understanding what they were accusing him of. He must have gone for help once he got back to the village, and by the looks of it, no one believed his story about Gohan.
"He was enormous!" Vegeta yelled, deciding to stick with his story and be truthful despite the roaring laughter being sent his way. He knew what he saw and he wasn't about to take it back because those fools didn't believe him.
"W-well, you can't get much crazier than that!" Krillin laughed, as did the rest of the village behind him, and Vegeta bristled angrily at them. But he couldn't do much else as two of the large asylum guards ran up the few steps to where he was before roughly pushing Trunks to the floor and grabbing him.
"Papa!" Trunks cried out, instantly getting to his feet to try and help him, but another man about twice his size appeared and pushed him back down, allowing the other two the time they needed to tie Vegeta's hands together in front of him before lifting him up and taking him away.
"Let go of me!!" He roared out in a rage, managing to get in a few good kicks to his captors, and even getting one of them to momentarily drop him after kicking his leg hard enough. But that was for nothing since the other large oaf who was also carrying him just picked him back up again.
"No, papa!" Trunks cried out, making another attempt to get to his feet, and while this time he wasn't pushed back down, the third of the large muscle men simply would not let him pass.
"You can't do this!" He snarled at him, but the large guard simply shrugged indifferently.
"I'm just following orders here, kid." He explained.
Trunks was just about ready to rip his head off for daring to act as if something like this wasn't important enough for him to care about, but before he could open his mouth to give the guy a good chew out, Hercule made himself known. Waving away the guard who, to Trunks' complete shock, nodded his head at the command before leaving them alone.
Since when did Hercule hold any power over the asylum?
"Poor Belle, It's a shame about your father." He said with a shake of his head, as if he was trying to console him.
Trunks, for the moment, decided to forget about being called Belle for five minutes and hopefully get some help. "You know he's not crazy, right Hercule?" He asked desperately.
If Hercule had somehow gotten himself a connection at the asylum that could help him, then he would do anything to get his help. Even put up with being called a girl.
Hercule put a finger on his chin, as if thinking something over. "Y'know... I might be able to help you out here, Belle, if..."
"What? If what??" Trunks asked, getting increasingly impatient with how slow he was being.
Hercule's eye were suddenly filled with lust. "If you marry me." He finished, smirking in approval of his plan that he was sure was going to work.
Trunks gasped at him in horror. "W-what?" Was all he found he was able to say, completely dumbfounded with the very idea before his eyes became angry and he found his voice. "You set this up, didn't you!? He accused.
Hercule ignored his outburst. "Just say the word, Belle, and he's a free man." He said, pointing to where the guards were still waiting for the signal to load up Vegeta into the carriage.
Most of the crowd, Vegeta included, had all gone silent, eagerly awaiting Trunks' response. But Vegeta simply fumed.
'How dare he try to force marriage on my son!' He mentally ranted, vowing that when he escaped from the fools currently holding onto him that the first thing he would do would be to castrate Hercule for trying to force himself onto Trunks like that.
"Don't do it, boy!" He yelled out, just to get punched painfully in the face by one of the guards.
"Be silent, you loon!!" The gruff guard spat.
"Papa!" Trunks tried to go to him again when he saw him take the hit, but Hercule grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
"Answer me first!" He snarled, holding onto both of his arms now and looking down at him angrily. He was so close to getting what he wanted that there was no way on earth he was just going to let it go.
But unfortunately for him, Trunks found himself to be rather speechless. Still trying to get his mind to process what was happening.
What was he supposed to do? He didn't want to marry Hercule, He'd rather go another round with the forest wolves than do something like that! But if he didn't, than his papa would get locked up for the rest of his life, all because he reported the Beast in an attempt to save him.
It would be selfish to say that he wouldn't marry Hercule. He had to do it.
What other choice did he really have?
Just before he could open his mouth to give his answer, Hercule stepped in, grabbing him roughly by the back of the head before tightening his fingers in his hair painfully. Causing the teen to let out a small cry of pain. "Let me help you decide." Hercule hissed, forcefully bringing his face forward for a kiss before he could do anything to stop him.
He immediately tried to push his tongue into his mouth, but Trunks clamped his teeth shut just in time before he could, and kept them locked tight as he struggled as hard as he could to get away, but Hercule had a strong grip on him and ignored any sound of protest he made. Wrapping his other arm around his waist to prevent escape.
All the while Trunks could hear his father screaming out threats and demands for Hercule to release him or else. Not taking watching his son being forced upon too lightly at all.
But he was still helpless. As was Trunks.
Hercule, finally realizing that "Belle" wasn't about to let him get any further with the kiss, pulled away with a grunt of annoyance. Expecting a full explanation for her disobedience towards her future husband.
He didn't like the idea of it, but the punishment for disobeying a spouse was ten lashings by law, and while he didn't want to hurt her like that, he knew that when they got married it would have to happen a few times in order for her to learn her place with him.
Just before Hercule could open his mouth to demand his explanation, stars clouded his vision as Trunks threw the hardest punch to his face that he could. Using all the anger and hatred he could find within himself to add to his strength. Feeling a helluva lot better when he did, and the giant oaf didn't even know what hit him as he stumbled down the steps and landed flat on his face in the dirt.
The villagers all roared out in laughter at him, as did Krillin, who was supposed to be on his side, and that angered his a great deal. And he snarled at them all menacingly, causing them all the quickly silence their laughter before he turned his head to find that Belle was gone.
Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief when he watched his boy throw the fool off of him for doing what he did, and then was happy to see him run back in the house after letting out a shudder of disgust and wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.
He was safer in there at least. And Vegeta could only hope that Hercule would leave him alone until he could find the opportunity he needed to escape him and make a run for it.
He didn't care if he got locked up again, as long as his boy was safe then he didn't care.
Hercule then turned his murderous gaze towards him, wanting nothing more than to just hurt something at that point for the humiliation he suffered. But Vegeta was in the hands of the asylum now, so there was nothing he could really do.
"Get him out of here." He ordered, having every full intention of running into Belle's house before dragging her back out for her punishment.
Vegeta struggled as the two guards on either side of him tried to load him into the carriage, but before they could Trunks stopped them.
"My father's not crazy and I can prove it!!" He screamed out, and Vegeta's heart sank at the sight of him. Back on the porch of the house and holding a hand mirror tightly in his hand as if it would protect him.
What was he thinking?! He should be hiding!
Trunks looked into the mirror determinedly, not really knowing it he was doing the right thing by exposing Gohan but just knowing that he had to save his father. And he was desperate. If they saw him then they had to leave his papa alone!
"Show me the Beast!" He demanded of it, quickly turning it around to face the crowd as it flashed brightly and an image of a miserable wailing Gohan appeared, howling as if in pain.
Trunks tried to ignore the sound of his hurting friend as best as he could, finding that each of Gohan's painful wails was causing his heart to clench up in pain as well. But he tried to push the feeling away, because he had to focus on the crowd.
The eyes if everyone surrounding his house widened in horror, including Hercule's, and most of the women even let out fearful screams at the sight of him.
'How can they be so afraid of him?' Trunks thought with a frown, not expecting their reactions to be that bad at all. 'He doesn't look that frightening.'
"Is it dangerous?!" One woman cried out.
"No, he's not!" Trunks cried back, quickly running down the steps and into the crowd. He had to stop them from making any terrible assumptions about him before they got out of hand. "Please, I know he looks a little vicious," He said to them as soothingly as possible, turning the mirror around so he could look fondly into Gohan's face. "But he's really very kind and gentle... he's my best friend." He explained.
Hercule noticed how Trunks seemed to be losing himself into the eyes of the monster he was looking at, smiling at him fondly while cradling the mirror, and he didn't like that at all.
Hercule reached out and grabbed him by the arm, getting his attention as they both sneered at each other. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for that monster." He accused, insanely jealous by the simple thought.
Trunks yanked his arm away, disgusted at Hercule's touch. "He's not the monster, Hercule! You're the monster!!" He spat.
Hercule made a grab for him again, roughly taking his wrist before yanking the mirror out of his hand. "You're as crazy as your old man!" He yelled, turning his gaze towards the crowd.
"The Beast will come here and kidnap your children!" He shouted, earning a startled gasp from the crowd. "He'll come after them in the night and eat them for supper!"
"No!" Trunks shouted, knowing what Hercule was doing and trying to struggle away from him. But it was no use.
"None of us are safe until he's dead and gone! I say we kill him!!" He shouted, earning a roar of approval from the mob.
Trunks tried to make a grab for the mirror, but Hercule yanked it away before he could get it. "I won't let you do this!" He shouted, still trying to get him to let go of his wrist. He had to get away! It was his fault that the villagers found out about Gohan and it was his fault that Hercule had his mirror! He had to warn him!
"If you're not with us then you're against us!" Hercule roared back, kicking Trunks' feet out from under him before pinning him down and forcing him to turn over as he took a spare rope he had and tied his hands tightly behind his back. Ignoring his struggles and cries for him to stop.
"We can't have them running off to warn that thing!" He called back to the villagers. "Bring his old man!" He called out.
And out of the corner of his eye, Trunks could see two men opening up the door to his basement before throwing in his enraged father. He then felt himself being picked up before being carried away.
"Let go of me, Hercule!" Trunks yelled as loud as he could, hating himself for being so helpless when he wanted nothing more than to just be able to fight back.
Hercule threw him into the basement as well, where he tumbled painfully down the steps before rolling to a stop near his father, who was there with him in an instant to help him sit up.
They both looked up at Hercule with hatred in their eyes for what he was doing, and Vegeta never wanted to kill anyone so much in his entire life.
Hercule sneered back at them, his gaze turning to where Trunks was still glaring.
"When I get back, your little pet will be dead, and you will marry me! Like it or not!" He roared, not staying to watch the fearful and hopeless look in the teens eyes as he slammed the door and left them in the dark.
To Be Continued.............................
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