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Blondie and the Beast	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blondie and the Beast

Chapter 5

Deep in the dark forest, where the faint howls of the wolves gradually grew louder as we go deeper into the woods. Faint, white mist gathers around making it hard to see what lies ahead. The view brings us up above the trees where we see the overcast, dark castle ahead. Lighting merciless clashes the castle in its wrath.

The driving rain splatter hard against the massive pane to the bedroom of a castle, where the guest is still crying.

In the grand hallway, a burly servant stood in front of Goku’s room, hearing the sobbing from within. Toma peer down, sighing. He scratch his head, not knowing what to do to resolved the situation better for the guest. A soft clatter grabs Toma’s attention and he looks down the hallway to find Celpia bringing a silver tray of tea. “Ah!” Then just like that, an idea forms in his head.

Celpia walks down the hallway, swinging her tail as she carry a tray in her hands. She looks up at the servant’s exclaim in question. With her voice low, she asks, “Toma? What are you doing here?”

The burly servant chuckles nervous, rubbing the back of his head, he points to her tray of tea, “Mind letting me take those in myself?”

Celpia blinks in surprise.

~~Bedroom~~

Goku’s body shudders, sobbing quietly.

Someone knocks the door.

Startled, Goku peer behind him. Curious, he got up and opens the door to a slightest crack. He find a tall man with strong build, smiling at him. Goku stare at him in question.

“Thought you might like a cup of tea,” he said, holding up a tray of tea.

The blond warrior, reluctant at first, invites him in by opening the door wider. He watches the other put down the tray on his bed, transfix in his business. He made a loud exclaim of shock when he finally notices the wagging, brown tail attaches to the other man.

Toma look over his shoulder, his tail perks in question.

“This is impossible,” Goku said, staring in amazed at the other’s tail. Goku drop onto his bottom with his back against the door, eyes still wide in astonishment.

Toma chuckles at this, turning his attention back to the tea. “I see. You’ve never seen a tail on a person before, have you?” Who has, other than Bardock?

“Uhhh…” Goku responds, unsure what to say. “Well…” His mind ran faster than his tongue. He is the first other than my father. Papa keeps his tail well hidden around others except me. I mean, sure, he’s paranoid around people concerning his tail but this person also have a tail just like him! So …?

The bulky servant brought over two cups of tea. He sat down next to him, served him a cup of tea and he wrap his tail over his lap before holding his own cup with two hands.

Goku stare at him, blue eyes watching the other sips his tea. He looks at his own cup of tea and began doing the same.

Toma animatedly sighs happy. “There’s nothing like a good cup of tea.” He peers over to the kid. He chuckles, watching as the other also sigh in happiness, “How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself, have I?” He clears his throat then he offers his hand, “I’m Toma.”

Goku blinks, glancing at the man. He grins for the first time since he came to this castle. He shakes Toma’s hand, “I’m Kakarott!” Goku froze, his mouth spoke before his mind could. After all that happened, he forgot to keep up his alias!

“I know,” Toma grins, “Everyone knows who you are.”

Goku swallow a lump in his throat, “R-really?” This is bad. Really, really bad! His father’s warning heeds in his mind. ‘We come from a place where lots of people are afraid of us and our names are a dead give away. Our names are unique. There’s not from anywhere except from that place. If people discover who we really are, they will become fearful of us that they would go as far as to hunt us down. So be careful what you say when people ask your name, Kakarott, it won’t be long before people start putting two and two together.’

Toma nods, facing forward with a smile on his lips, “Mm-mm. It was a very brave thing you did there, Kakarott. We all think so.”

“I-is that so?” He stares at the other in anxiety.

Again, Toma nods, “Yeah. You offer to take your father’s place. I can’t imagine anyone more noble than what you’ve done.”

The blond warrior looks away, almost in relief but in grave sadness. “But… I lost my father, my dreams, everything!” Unconsciously, his hand rubs the bag containing the orb.

“Lighten up, kiddo. It’s not the end of the world. It’ll turn out alright in the end, you’ll see,” Toma said, nudging Goku in the elbow. Goku doesn’t seem convinced, his eyes mirroring his own deep state of sadness. Toma ponder for a moment then a smile lit up, “I know you were ordered to not leave the castle but … if I know Bardock, that won’t stop him from seeing you.”

That caught Goku’s attention. He rubs his eyes, grinning, “That’s right! He can visit, right?”

Toma nods. “That’s the spirit!” Though he won’t mention that it’s more than likely that Bardock would never find this place again.

“So,” Goku glances at him, “You met Papa?”

“Mm-mmm. He wasn’t exactly an easy person to serve,” Toma chuckles at this. “But we’re not complaining. It’s rare when we have somebody visit these parts.”

The blond warrior blinks. He furrows in confusion, “So… he wasn’t rude?”

Toma burst out laughing, “Of course, he was! He hates being pampered. He kept resisting us whenever we try to serve him. He lacks manners in some more than others but I can tell he done his best to be polite.”

Goku stare at him surprised. “Then, Papa didn’t try to start fights, right?”

It was Toma’s turn to be surprised. “He fights? He’s a fighter? Is that why his voice is a bit…” He trails off in thought.

“What, scratchy?” The servant nods. Goku giggles, arms behind his head, “It’s always like that. Papa says he got it from war.” He mutters, “Though he never told me anything about it, I tried asking the villagers about it but they all look at me like I was crazy. Probably ‘cuz the war never entered these parts for a long time.”

“W-war?” Toma sweatdrops. “I see.” He sips his tea. True, there hasn’t been a war for long time but… the last war was nearly a century ago! I don’t think he was talking about that war, right? Curious, Toma clears his throat, “You wouldn’t be speaking about the war from about hundred years ago, hn?”

Goku blinks rapidly. “That doesn’t sound right… Papa isn’t that old.” He sighs in exasperation. Whispering to himself, “There’s so much that I don’t know about Papa…”

Toma’s ears perk, his sensitive hearing heard Goku’s words. Sorry kiddo, didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he didn’t need to know that now. Not yet, anyway. Best to let the kid adjust slowly. Telling him everything about us would probably scare the poor kid out of his wits. He sips his tea quietly.

Goku does the same. Depression overcomes him again.

The servant turns away, rubbing the back of his head, “So, uh… how are you faring so far?” Dammit! Stupid question! He facepalm himself.

The blonde guest shrugs. Not really staring anything in particular.

The servant didn’t know what he could do to brighten the mood. Toma leans back, thinking of the old days. One memory tugs a smile. “There was a story long ago,” Toma began, capturing Goku’s interest, “about the prince’s pet. One day, the prince has everything he desires except one; a companion. He demands his people for a companion that’s hard of armor in which no weapon can penetrate, deadly as fire, and set the fear in his enemies’ eyes. Needless to say, it was an impossible task. No one offer to take his challenge. So, he orders one commoner, a boy no older than he, to fulfill the task.”

“The prince sounds like a beast,” Goku states as he listens.

Toma smiles sad. He continues, “The boy left the village. Many months pass by, and the prince grew impatient. It wasn’t long until the boy returns. The boy came back to the castle, alone. The prince accused the commoner of treason for going against his order but the boy simply said, ‘I have found your companion, your highness.’ The boy brought out an enormous egg from his pack and presented it before him. The prince scoffs at the sight, declaring that it couldn’t possibly be the companion he’s searching for. And you know what the boy said? ‘Don’t be quick to judge, my prince. I have been to the highest mountains where the untamed beasts have roamed across the sky and breathe fire of the gods. Their scales are hard as armor and their very presence brings terror to every man. Such creatures are known as dragons, my liege, which I present before you in its prenatal stage. These dragons live a long life. They will remain and protect for many centuries.’ The prince gave the egg another look. He gave it a long, hard look, until suddenly, the egg broke open.”

“Wha—? It broke open?!” Goku cried out.

Toma nods, “Mm-mm. A baby dragon came out. The funny thing is, the dragon sees the boy as his parent, not the prince. Meaning, the baby dragon will only protect the one he first laid his eyes on. The prince, displeased by this, has ordered the boy’s execution.”

Goku gasps.

He waves him down, “Don’t worry, he escaped just in time. If it weren’t for the dragon spitting fire all over the castle, the boy would truly have been perished. The prince send out ransom for the boy’s head but the boy was never heard from ever again. The prince kept the dragon and trained it so it would never leave the castle ground. From that time on, the baby dragon was given a name, Iccarus, and he is kind to all but the members of the royal family. ” Toma leans in, whispering, “Iccarus still holds a grudge to this day.”

The blond warrior blinks, “Huh?”

“Well!” Toma grins, clapping his hands, “Let’s see what clothes they have in there.” He got up and walks across the room to swing open the wardrobe. He finds a moth-eaten suit and dresses. A huge sweatdrop forms behind Toma’s head. He quickly shut the wardrobe and heads for the drawers below. “How embarrassing…” He mutters softly.

Goku nearly snickers at the sight of the moth-eaten suit. When he saw Toma shut them with such speed that an ordinary human would have never seen him open the wardrobe in the first place. Goku hitches his breath. He witnesses that tiny action but it was enough to remind him that there was more than meets the eye than just tails and beasts. It’s gonna take awhile to let all this sink in.

Laughing genuine, Toma cried out, “Aha! Here we are!” He pull out a very nice, handsome attire, “There, you will look ravishing in this one!”

“No.”

~A moment of silence.~

The servant blinks, his tail stops wagging. He turns to Goku, “Kakarott?”

The blonde warrior stands up, arms crossed. With an aura of a proud warrior, he repeats, “I’m not going to dinner.”

The servant sweatdrops, his expression froze. This is a bad time to start rebelling, kiddo. “Surely, you can change your mind?”

Goku drops his hands to his side. With a serious tone, he replies, “You’re a very kind person, Toma, but I still won’t go, and I will not hesitate to use force and expel you from this room.”

Toma frowns, sighing. He scratches the back of his head, “He’s not gonna like this…”

Goku stare softly. Blue eyes display concern.

Toma waves him off, his gentle feature reappears, “Nah, don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

Goku grins soft, “Thanks.”

Toma pats the Goku’s shoulder.

Someone knocks the door, startling both men. The blond guest creaks the door open. Goku find one of his captors from earlier, the one with purple hair. Another one with a tail, except his is purple. Goku blinks once, twice. Is that normal? He mentally inquires.

Trunks clears his throat, “Ahem, ahem… AHEM!”

Goku sweatdrops.

The purple-haired teen bows slightly. His tail froze still in a delicate fashion. He declares with a faint smile, “Dinner is served.”

The blond guest narrows his eyes and looks away.

~~Meanwhile~~

The fiery beast pacing back and forth in front of the fire with the two servants watching their master’s graze his teeth. The beast growls intensify within each passing second. His crimson tail shatters the floor in his wild fury, “What’s taking it so long?! I clearly told him to come down!”

Goten opens his mouth, about to say something.

“WHY ISN’T HE HERE YET?!?”

The spiky haired servant winces, ears stinging in pain due to sensitive hearing.

Celpia disappear from her spot and re-appear in front of Vegeta. She has her hands raised in defensive manner and waves them as to ease him down, “Calm down, sir, there’s no harm from being patient. The boy has lost his father and his freedom in one day.”

Goten appears in a flash, joining her. “Uh, not to mention, master,” he clears his throat under Vegeta’s glare. “Have you thought that, perhaps, this dude could be the one to break the spell?” He raised his brows and lifts his hand as to suggest the possibility.

Angrily, Vegeta snorts, “Of course I have! I’m no fool.” He storms, “It doesn’t matter whether it’s an enemy or a man. At this point, I’m willing to take anyone!”

Goten grins, clapping his hands. “Good! You fall in love with him,” he said, demonstrating with his hands, “and he fall in love with you, and—Proof! The spell is broken! We’ll be human again by midnight!” He pauses, furrowing his brow, “Wait, does this mean you guys have to screw each other to get the spell broken or something?”

BAM!

Celpia slams her fist down on Goten’s head.

“OWWIE yowwie ow yow ow!!!” Goten whine, rubbing the hurt. Snapping at her, “What the HELL was THAT for?!”

Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “Bakayaru…!”

Goten was to snap back until a tail tightens around his throat, blocking his airway as it lifts him off the ground. He faces a very infuriated beast.

“It’s not that easy, you baka! If that was the case, the spell would’ve ended long ago. That bitch of a harpy made sure of that!”

Goten eyes widen, even though he was being suffocated. He tried to speak, but couldn’t form words. He grips the crimson tail and tried to get it to release but to no avail. Then he suddenly collapses onto the floor.

Vegeta stare at him in disgust. “You were saying?”

The spiky haired teen coughs hard, “Y-you couldn’t –cough- get it up?”

BAM!

Goten was out cold. Stars circles above his head.

The crimson tail whips behind the beast. Vegeta snarls at his simple-minded servant.

Celpia sighs, rolling her eyes. She lit a ki ball in her hand and aims it at the unconscious’ arse.

Goten shot up, “UWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” He ran circles, rubbing his smoky bottom, “Yowwie ow ow oweee!!!” He slows to a stop, panting. He glowers at the woman, “Harsh ‘n’ cold, bitch!” He rubs his bottom.

Celpia cross her arms, “Suck it up, brat! You’ve had worse. Anyway, this spell is not that easy to break. These things take time.”

“But the rose has already begun to wilt!” Goten interjected.

Vegeta growls, “I’m aware of that!” He feature soften, “It’s no use. I doubt Kakarott swing that way. And even if he does, well…” He rematerializes before them, presenting his current state, “Look at me!!”

The two servants weren’t at least bit fazed. They glance at each other. Goten shrugs. Celpia speaks soft, “You must help him see past all that, and he cannot do that alone.”

Vegeta looks away, “I don’t know how.”

“Well!” The maid moves sharply, “You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up, try to act more of a gentlemen than a buffoon!”

Vegeta snaps, “WHA—“ He was pushed into a chair, forced to sit properly by the woman. Information was flying too fast.

Goten nods, jumping in. “Yeah! And when Kakarott comes in, you give him a dashing, debonair smile,” he said, showing him a wide smile. “Come on, don’t be bashful. Show me the smile!”

Vegeta bears his ragged fangs in a scary, seething fashion.

“Come on, I said show me the smile. Like this!” Goten points, grinning from cheek to cheek.

Annoyed, the beast obliged. He smirks, in a predatory manner.

Goten slumps, half-hearted groans. “I guess that’ll do…” he mumbles quietly.

Celpia slaps the back of Vegeta’s head, “Don’t frighten the poor guy! You’ll make him uneasy.”

Goten adds in before Vegeta could tear the woman’s head off, “Hey! You can impress him with your sharp wits instead.”

“But be gentle,” Celpia warns him.

“Shower him with compliments,” said Goten.

“But be sincere,” she nods once.

Goten raise his head, trailing his words, “And above all…”

Both servants pop in Vegeta’s face, “YOU MUST CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!!!”

The door creaks open.

Vegeta immediately sits up properly, and looks to the door expectantly.

Goten’s eyes widen in excitement, “Ah! Here he comes!” His tail wags happy.

Slowly, the purple haired teenager enters, trembling from head to toe, and scared shitless. Even his tail coils around his leg, nervous. “Uh, g-good evening, s-sir.”

Vegeta goes from expectant to mad. Growling, he demands, “Well, where is he?”

Trunks nearly step back in fear. He stammers, trying to buy some time, “Who? Oh! That guy! The one who’s staying in the castle! That’s right, how could I forget?” He knocks his head, animated.

The beast snarls, tapping his claws impatient.

Trunks sweat. He prode his fingers, speaking quietly. “Ah, the dude, yeah um… Well, actually, he’s in the process of, ah, um,” he swallow a lump, the tapping of the claws gradually becomes louder, “circumstances being what they are, ah…” He trails off. Trunks shrink under Vegeta’s glare. Eyes wide in fear, he pales, “… He’s not coming.”

~~From the hallway~~

“WHAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!” The beast roars throughout the castle.

Doors of the den flew off the hinges, blast straight into the wall. The crimson beast comes running out, objects flying in his path. He ran with a fury speed of light.

Trunks and Goten ran after him, pleading, “Your grace!” “Your highness!” “Let’s not be hasty!” “Remember your temper!” “Goten!” “What?!” “The hell?!” “Just giving him tips!” “We’re suppose to stop him, not help him!” “… … You really think we can stop him?” “…Point taken.”

The beast quickly spotted the guest’s room. Vegeta runs up to it and bangs on the door. The door trembles from its strength. He yells, enraged, “I thought I told you to come down to dinner!”

From behind the door, a voice snaps back, “I’m not hungry.”

“You come out from that room or I’ll drag your pathetic skin you call a body down to the dining hall, you hear?!”

Goten interrupts, clearing his throat, “Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win his affections.”

Trunks stare blankly at Goten as if to say ‘You think?’ He turns to find the beast glowering at the two. Vegeta’s heated eyes turn to Trunks for confirmation. Trunks sweat, he nods and points at Goten, “I-I agree.”

Vegeta growls angrier, “But he’s being so difficult!” His tail slams against the floor.

“I-it would help i-if you’re gentle,” Trunks pointed out. Goten nods in agreement.

Scowling, Vegeta cross his arms. Speaking arrogance and low, “Will you come down to dinner?”

“No way!”

Growling intensify in anger, he glares at his servants with an expression that says, “SEE?!”

Goten motions, whispering, “Suave, your highness. Be suave.”

Vegeta rolls his eyes, turning his glare at the door. He stands straight, bowing at the door, gritting his fangs, “It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner.”

Trunks clear his throat, “A-hem (please)! You’re suppose to say, ‘please.’”

Annoyed, Vegeta growls, “…please.”

The voice shouts back, mad, “No, thank you!”

Vegeta’s fur bustles in anger. He yells, furious, “You can’t stay in there forever!”

“Yes, I can!” he cries back, provokingly.

The air crackles with electric shocks caused by the beast. “Fine! Then go ahead and STAAARVE!!!” he roars with a fury. He turns back to his servants, “If he doesn’t eat with me, then he doesn’t eat at all!” The tail snakes around in the air, revealing his sour mood. Vegeta march down the hall, every objects quakes between each stomps he made.

The two servants stood still, watching in silence. The a thundering noise of a door slamming echoes throughout the hall. The two teens wince as they heard an object shatter in the distance.

Goten spoke up, quietly, “Well, that went well.”

Trunks shake his head in distain.

“So, what’s now?” The spiky haired teen inquires.

Trunks glance at the other, looking up in thought, “Well, you heard him. I’m sure Kakarott will come out whenever he feels like it.” He nods at the thought. He jumps back, voice raised animatedly, “Goten! You stand guard and watch the door. If you detect a slight change, inform me at once!”

The younger teen takes a guard position next to a door. Goten salutes. “Aye, aye, captain! You can count on me!”

“And if I find you flirting with another girl again, I’ll graze that ass of yours,” Trunks said, smiling.

Goten twitches, grinning.

Both teens burst out laughing at their silliness.

Trunks wipe a tear from his eye, “Oh, that’s too much. Heheh… but I really mean it this time, Goten.”

Goten nods, still laughing, “I know, I know.”

The purple haired teenager stands up straight, he mutters, “Well, I better go downstairs and start cleaning up. Later, ‘Ten.” He waves him off.

The spiky haired teen watch him go. Whispering, “See ya.”

~~Beast’s Lair~~

Vegeta rush in, knocking over and destroying things in his path. “I ask nicely! And he refused!” He threw a china vase across the room, shattering it. He roars, “What does he wants me to do—BEG?!”

He snarls at this. Vegeta glance at the crystal orb. He waves his hand over the orb, commanding, “Show me the guest.”

The crystal orb shines, and reveals Goku in his bedroom, talking to the burly servant. He find Toma in the orb, with hands together in a pleading manner, “… the master’s not so bad once you get to know him. Why don’t you give him a chance?”

The blond warrior has his arms wraps around his legs, sitting on the bed. Still disturbed by the attack, he retorts, “I don’t want to get to know him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”

Vegeta turns away from the crystal orb, speaking tenderly, “I’m just fooling myself. He’ll never see anything but a… beast.” He stares at his hands as another petal falls off the rose. He closes his eyes. He said, putting his head in his hands in a depressed state, “It’s hopeless.”
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