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Puss in Boots	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Puss in Boots part 5.

By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Rating; NC-17

Fandom: DBZ, crossed over
with the Puss in Boots fable.

Couples; Yamcha/Vegeta,
Korin/Puar (Don�t look at me like that! T_T
read, you�ll see, no, there�s no beast. in it.

Warnings; Yaoi, lime,
language, violence.

Notes; OOC, AU, TWT, general
insanity. Yet another of JJ�s
Fabulously Fractured Fairy Tales *LOL*.

Disclaimer; Don�t own DBZ or
Puss in Boots, and am making no money from this.

Archive;
geocities.com/johnnyjosh/index.html
All others, ask first, and please, no MST�ing

Thanks to Anubiset for beta
reading this for me.

�Speaking�

*thoughts* , also used for
Celera�s signing.

//flashbacks\

Korin stared at Vegeta intently. *I don�t know my friend,
but I do know that until we get your Father and Bardok to admit how they feel,
your father will not relent. Besides,
until I get those two together, my job will not be even half finished,* the
cat/wizard sighed. *This would have been so much easier if I had Puar�s power
to talk...* He curled up tight against Vegeta�s chest, and closed his eyes,
feeling the prince�s breathing become deep and even, signaling the troubled man
had finally fallen asleep. *Don�t worry, my dear Prince. We�ll find a way out of this mess, I promise
you.*

The next morning, Ox�s
farm....

�Thanks, Fifi,� Yamcha mumbled, around a mouthful of eggs
and bacon, as Ox�s wife set some warm, fresh, homemade bread in front of him.
�This is great!�

Puar meowed from her
perch on the counter, looking up intently at the meat set out there.

�Yes, yes, little kitty!
I no forget about you!� Fifi
crooned, setting some ham in front of her.

Puar purred, standing on her hind legs to rub her head
against the woman�s ample chin.

Ox stomped down the stairs, dressed in his best clothes for
the market. �Come on Yamcha, we gotta
hurry!� He snatched up two pieces of
bread and made his way out to the carts and wagons, to check that everything
was ready to go.

Yamcha yawned and stood, stretching his arms over his
head. �So, Fifi, is Chichi coming with
us to market?�

�Wait for us!!�
Thundering footsteps shook the kitchen as Chichi, and her cousin Bibi,
raced down the stairs. Both girls stood
in the doorway, panting slightly, as they fixed each other�s clothing and
hairpins.

Yamcha shook his head. *If I didn�t know better, I�d swear
those two were identical twins! The
only things that separate them, are that Bibi is a bit taller, with dark blue
eyes.*

�Thank you for letting me come to the market with you again
this year, Aunt Fifi!� Bibi grinned and
ran over, throwing her arms around her Aunt�s thick waist.

�Is no problem, darling, how does your mother expect you to
find good husband out here, in the middle of nowhere? Both of you need to go to city every year, get exposure, catch a
man�s eye!� Fifi clucked her tongue and
fixed Bibi�s scarf, then Chici�s. �Now,
let�s get going! The slavedriver,� she
chuckled. �Wants to be on the outskirts
of Oolong�s territory, before the sun has risen.� Everyone shivered slightly at the mention of the ogre.

Fifteen minutes later, all of them were settled, Ox taking
one cart of goods, Yamcha and two farm hands taking the others. Fifi and the girls rode in the small covered
wagon, that kept more valuable item,s like the furs they had for sale, and
clothes made by the women. It also had
the family�s clothes, and some sandwiches and water for the journey.

�So, we�re on our way, at last.� Puar said from her perch beside Yamcha.

�We sure are,� he smiled down at her. �So, Korin is in the city, with Prince
Vegeta, right? We�re going to have to
find a way to get in there, so you two can say hello.�

Puar suddenly developed a fascination with the bench she
was sitting on, staring down at it intently.
�Well...heh heh...that won�t really be necessary.�

�Huh? What do you
mean, Puar?� Yamcha asked, brow
furrowed.

�Uh...well, you see, master Yamcha...I, um...see...�

�Spit it out Puar, what have you been hiding from me
now?� Yamcha asked, one eyebrow
raised.

�Oh, alright. Ox
has a friend at the palace, old Master Roshi, the King�s most trusted
advisor. They�re old childhood
friends,� she said, laying down and crossing her front paws. �That�s the reason Ox can leave the morning
of the market opening, because every year Roshi keeps a good spot just for
Ox.�

�I see, so, we�ll meet this Roshi, then?� Yamcha said, looking back at the road,
thoughts racing, as he quickly formulated, then discarded several plans to get
Puar into the castle.

�Oh, we�ll do more than that,� Puar smiled. �Ox and his family usually stay on the
palace grounds, there�s several large houses built on the grounds, behind
it. Usually, the best generals of the
King�s army, as well as visiting family and friends use them. However, they�re all in use now, Bardock and
his wife took over one, before she died, and now their sons are old enough that
they needed homes of their own. So we�ll
probably be staying in the lower levels of the castle itself, near Roshi�s
quarters.�

�You�re kidding!�
He exclaimed. �You mean,� he
paused, eyes wide. �We�ll actually get
to be inside the royal palace?
Why, we might meet the King and Prince
themselves!�

�Oh, I�d imagine we will, Fifi is all excited about the
trip, apparently she and Queen Celera have discussed gardening and sewing
tricks during previous stays,� Puar chuckled. *This is turning out to be a lot
easier than I thought! Now I can see
Korin, and make sure Vegeta and Yamcha meet.
I don�t know why, but I�ve got a strange feeling about those two. I hope I�m right,* she thought.

�Okay now, here we are.�
Ox pulled his wagon over and jumped down, halting the rest of them. �This is the border of Oolong�s
territory. We have to be careful from
here on in,� he pulled out a map. �We
can�t all go together, or the ogre might get wind of strangers hauling goods
for the market through his land. He
would most likely steal our goods, and take a good many of us, if not all of
us, as prisoners and slaves. So Fifi,
the girls and I will go this way, which will take us right along the eastern
border,� he traced a blue line on the map.
�That leaves two other routes, one which takes you along the western
border, and the straight route right through.�

Puar nudged Yamcha, from her perch on his shoulder. �Offer to take the covered wagon and go
straight through, master Yamcha,� she whispered.

Yamcha gasped softly, staring at her for a moment, before
doing as she said. �Ox, why don�t you,
Herve, and Dom take the carts, and go around the borders. Puar and I will take the covered wagon and
ride through alone.�

Everyone protested, Fifi coming up and fussing over him
like a mother hen.

�Please, if anything happens, a poor young man and his cat
would blend in better than the rest of you, and if worst comes to worst, I can
always cut away the wagon, and make a run for it with the horses,� Yamcha said,
scratching Puar�s ears. �I hope you
know what you�re doing,� he whispered to her.

�Trust me!� Puar
stretched, opening her jaws wide to yawn.

Ox stared at him intently for a long time. Finally, he nodded, clapping a hand on his
shoulder. �You have a point, my brave
young friend. Very well, but be
careful!�

�I will Ox.� Yamcha
nodded, then squeaked as the huge man swept him up in a bear hug.

They parted company a half hour later, after eating a quick
lunch, and Fifi giving Yamcha a tearful hug, saying she thought of him as a son
already, so he�d better take good care of himself. Chichi and Bibi each kissed him on the cheek, amid much giggling,
and Herve and Dom each clapped a hand on his shoulder, wishing him luck, before
Ox snuck up and grabbed him in one more bone-crushing hug.

�Don�t worry, we�ll be fine.� Yamcha chuckled, rubbing his ribs. �We�ll meet up with you here,� he pointed to the rendevous point
on his own map. �Now, we�d best get
started,� he said, cradling Puar in one arm as he hopped up onto the wagon.

�Right! Come on
honey,� Ox said, helping his wife into the driver�s seat of her cart, then
helping the girls climb into the back.
�You be careful honey, and stay behind me, no racing this year,
alright?� He asked, as Dom and Herve
sweatdropped.

�Yes, yes, fine, no race this year, spoilsport!� Fifi pouted.

Yamcha chuckled, as he steered the horses down the middle
road, waving to the others. �Those two
are great together,� he said, a wistful smile on his face.

�Hmm?� Puar sat,
leaning against his side.

�Ox and Fifi. I
wish...well, I hope I can find someone that�s right for me, the way they found
each other,� he sighed.

Puar looked around, noticing that they were out of sight of
the others. �I�ll be right back,� she
said, slipping into the wagon. A few
moments later, she emerged in the guise of the same teenage boy she�d been,
when sneaking onto the ogre�s territory to rally support for the new Marquis. �I told you a hundred times already,� she
ruffled his hair affectionately.
�That�s what I�m here for. We�re
going to get you hooked up by the end of this year if it kills me,� she mock
frowned at him.

Yamcha laughed.
�I�d like that Puar, because you know what?� He asked, draping an arm around her shoulders. �I�d love to know what you really look like,
seeing as you�re my best friend and all, and yet all I�ve seen of you is a cat,
or this young man form of yours. And
I�d like to meet this guy Korin you�re in love with, too.�

�You will, Yamcha, you will,� she said, laying her head on
his shoulder. �I�ve got a good feeling,
that things are going to go our way very soon.�

They rode on, a comfortable silence falling between them,
until they came within site of a small village.

�Hey, what�s this?�
Yamcha asked, noticing several people standing along either side of the
road up ahead.

Puar smiled and waved.
�These are some of the people that tend Oolong�s holdings, not always
willingly,� she sighed. �His powerful
magic is enough of a threat to keep most of them working hard. These are the ones I came and told about you
being the Marquis of Carab, so just play along,� she said before jumping down and running over to them.

An excited murmur passed through the crowd, as they pressed
closer to the wagon.

�Oh great,� Yamcha muttered. �And just how the hell is a Marquis supposed to act,
anyway?� He wondered, bringing the
wagon to a stop and hopping down.
�Uh...hi,� he said, waving and shuffling his feet a bit.

A large, burly man, with wild hair and a shaggy beard
stepped forward. �This is the Marquis,
the brave Marquis who will slay the Ogre and free us all?� He scoffed.
�He�s merely a boy seeking a premature death, if he is foolish enough to
go after Oolong.� Several murmurs of
agreement were heard.

�I think he�s handsome,� said a young girl quietly,
eliciting giggles from her friends, and chuckles from some of the older
women.

�Here, here now, what�s all the fuss about?� Old man Carvere pushed his way through the
crowd. �Oh, it�s you young man!� He gave Puar a nearly toothless grin. �Ahh,� he rested his weight on his staff as
he noticed the horses and wagon. �So,
you�ve finally brought the new Marquis for a visit then, have you? Well, let�s have a look at him!� His rheumy blue eyes widened as Yamcha
stepped forward. �Why...It�s him...It�s
really him!� He shouted, pointing his
staff at Yamcha. �The Marquis has
returned!� He limped off quickly,
muttering under his breath. Everyone
turned, whispering and looking back and forth between the old man, who had
disappeared into his house, and Yamcha.

*Oh shit...what�s all this about now?* Yamcha thought
frantically, ready to leap back onto the wagon and be off at a moment�s
notice.

�Here it is, I knew I�d kept it hidden from that bastard
Ogre!� Carvere cried, his profanity
making the women giggle. He limped back
over to them, almost dropping his staff in his haste. �My grandmother did this when I was just a small boy,� he said
quietly, handing an old piece of parchment to one of the men. �It�s a drawing
of the Marquis. My grandmother was well
known �round these parts, for her art,� he walked over and stood directly in
front of Yamcha. �She kept this long
after the original Marquis was killed by Oolong, and he went through the castle
destroying every picture and reminder of him and his family. She said somebody had to remember what he
looked like, so we�d recognize him when he came back.�

The man holding the parchment gasped softly, eyes almost
impossibly wide as he looked from the sketch to Yamcha and back again. �I...he�s right,� he whispered, passing the
sketch on. Murmurs of shock and disbelief rose from the crowd as the sketch
made it�s way through to them.

�Hey...come on now, what�s this all about?� Yamcha asked, his brow furrowed. He walked over to an elderly lady and held
out his hand for the sketch. �Can I see
it, please?� His eyes widened, as she
sank painfully to her knees in front of him, head bowed as she held it up to
him. �What the...no, no, get up,
please...� Yamcha reached down and
helped her back up. �There�s no need
for you to kneel.�

�Tis true then, you�ve returned to defeat Oolong and free
us,� the old woman smiled at him, a shaky, gnarled hand cupping his cheek. �There were some of us who thought you were
just pretending, that you knew the story and wanted the castle and the land for
yourself. But that didn�t really
matter, because we thought no one could be as cruel as Oolong. We all agreed that anything would be better
than living under his tyranny,� she said softly. �But now we all know, it�s really you.�

Yamcha swallowed hard. *But, I am just pretending. I�m no Marquis,* he thought to himself,
holding up the sketch and glancing at it.
�Oh..my...God,� he whispered, face deathly white. �Puar!�

She turned, at Yamcha�s alarmed cry, and ran to his
side. �What�s wrong?� She gripped his arm as he swayed slightly on
his feet, shoving the paper at her.
�What�s this? I...Oh...Oh my,�
she breathed, hand flying up to cover her mouth. �Master Yamcha...it�s you!�
Puar said, holding the sketch up beside his face. �This is perfect,� she whispered to
him. �This sketch of the Marquis looks
just like you!� She gave him a wide
grin. �Except for that rakish grin, and
those scars, I�d swear this was you.�

�I need to have a word with my friend,� Yamcha said
quietly, leading her around the back of the wagon. �Puar, what the hell is going on?� He hissed. �How can that
sketch possibly be the Marquis? What
have you really been hiding all this time?�
He folded his arms, and scowled blackly at her.

�What? I haven�t
been hiding anything, I swear!� She
gaped at him, wide-eyed. �That�s the
first time I�ve seen that sketch too!�
She smirked, and stroked her chin.
�Mind you, it does make things fall into place nicely, doesn�t it? It also explains a couple of things about
your grandfather too.�

�What do you mean?�
Yamcha asked, frowning.
�Explains what?�

Puar chuckled and hopped up to sit on the back of the
wagon. �As I told you before, when I
found your grandfather, he was alone, penniless, living off the land. He had nothing, merely moved around, taking
work on the various farms, when work was available. He wasn�t very happy,� she sighed, remembering.

\97 years ago...

�Stupid cat body!�
Puar hissed angrily. �How in the
world and I supposed to find three people to help, out here in the middle of
nowhere, as a cat? Who is going to take
me seriously?!� She spat. Her ears twitched as the sound of footsteps
came from around the bend in the road, along with the sound of a low, angry
voice. �Uh oh...� Puar crept off the road, concealing herself
in the long grass.

Yamato grumbled angrily as he stalked away from the
farm. �Stupid people...� He spat.
�I�ll make sure to tell the other migrant workers I know that those ones
don�t like to pay for a full day�s work, why, I�ll make sure they get no more
men coming to their farm at all!� The
young man scowled, counting the few meager coins he�d been given for his week�s
work. �I wish I didn�t have to put up
with these idiots anymore,� he growled, kicking at a rock, sending it flying
into the long grass at the side of the road.
He jumped and cried out as a bloodcurdling shriek came from the grass in
front of him.

�YOU IDIOT!!� A
small, bluish grey cat leapt from the brush, one paw over her bleeding face as
she hopped about on three feet. �WHAT
DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!! HOW DARE
YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FACE!!!�
She shouted, then froze, wide blue eyes slowly rising to look into his. �Oooops,.�sShe said quietly.

Yamato�s legs gave way, and he hit the ground hard on his
butt. �You...you�re a...a...talking
cat?� He whispered. �What...what kind of sorcery is this?!� He cried, leaping to his feet and backing
away from her. �You must be a demon of
some kind!� He growled, scooping up
another rock.

Puar shrank away from him.
�Now, there�s no need to get violent...I�m not a demon, and though there
is some sorcery involved in my being able to talk, I�m not in league with the
ogre that helped make me this way, so just put down that rock!�

Yamato paused. �The
ogre, Oolong, made you like this?� He
knelt in front of her, setting the rock down, but keeping it within easy
reach.

�That�s right. I
was human once, like you. Three years
ago, I refused to marry Oolong, I was in love with a wizard. Oolong decided to curse my love and I,
imprisoning our spirits within precious jewels,� she sighed. �My family found us, and managed to give us
these forms.�

�Both of you are cats?�
Yamato asked incredulously. �Two
talking cats...incredible!� He looked
around. �But, where is your love
now? Why is he not with you?�

Puar sat next to him and explained her and Korin�s curse,
and the task they must fulfil.

�So, as soon as you help three people fall in love and find
happiness, the curse will be lifted.�
Yamato tilted his head thoughtfully.
�I...would be grateful for your help,� he said quietly. �We can help each other. I can find happiness, and you and your love
will be one step closer to lifting your curs,.�he scowled. �And perhaps someday we can all repay Oolong
for his treachery and cruelty.�

�I�d be glad to help you.�
Puar gave him a smile, which looked incredibly odd on a cat�s face. �Where do we start?�

�Well, the sooner I can stop dealing with people like them,
the better,� he jerked a thumb back over his shoulder.

�Then lets get started helping you find good fortune in money
and love!� The cat said

Yamato smiled and nodded.
�Indeed.�

�If you don�t mind my asking Yamato, where are you
from? Where is your family?� Puar asked.

�I do mind Puar, my family is gone. All gone,� he said bitterly. �Perhaps I�ll tell you about it someday, but
not now.� Yamato shook his head. �My father died with the tragedy that befell
our family still an open wound inside him.
All his life, he could never get over it, it�s all I heard about, day
in, day out,� he stroked Puar�s back absently as she climbed into his lap,
setting her head on his shoulder.
�I�m...not ready to talk about it just yet.� He said quietly. //

Yamcha stared into space, eyes wide. �So, then,� he shivered slightly. �My grandfather...�

�Was probably the grandchild of the Marquis of Carab.� Puar finished. �Your great grandfather was probably the son that some said got
away, after witnessing his parents and siblings murders,� she shuddered. �You are more than likely that long awaited
descendant, finally returned to set things right.�

�Oh, Puar, you make it sound so,� Yamcha said, a slight, wistful smile on his face.

�Fantastical, romantic?�
Puar grinned.

�Well, it�s all like some grand fairy tale,� Yamcha ruffled her hair. �The poor miller�s boy turns out to be a
Marquis, who would have thought?� He
chuckled.

�These people thought.
They�ve been waiting for you for a long time,� she said softly.

�I know,� Yamcha
sighed. �I have to do this, I have to
defeat Oolong, somehow.�

�Don�t worry, Master Yamcha. Korin and I will be with you every step of the way,� Puar hugged him tightly.

Yamcha draped his arms around her shoulders. �And stop calling me Master, just Yamcha
will do fine, Puar.�

�No, you are the Marquis, and I am your...um...� Puar scratched her head.

�You�re my friend, so you don�t have to call me that.�

Puar laughed.
�Alright, I�ll make you a deal.
I�ll drop the Master when we�re out of here, okay?� She giggled as Yamcha nodded and mussed her
hair again. �Now, we�d best finish with
the introductions, and get back on the road before Ox decides to come charging
to the rescue.�

�Oh, yeah!� Yamcha
cried. �You�re right, come on let�s
go!� He grabbed her hand and dragged
her back over to the crowd.

To Be Continued�

WOW! Can you believe this little twist of
fate?! Who�d have thought indeed?

*grins*

Lemme know how you like,
C&C always appreciated.

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