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Puss in Boots	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Puss in Boots part 6.

By Johnnyjosh aka Zoicyte
Maxwell

Rating; NC-17

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

Warnings; Yaoi, lime,
language, violence.

Couple; Yamcha/Vegeta,
Korin/Puar. (Don�t look at me like that! T_T You�ll see, just read!)

Notes; Crossover, 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;
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Others, please ask first.

And please, no MST�ing.

Thanks to Anubiset for beta
reading.

�Speaking�

*thoughts* also used for
Celera�s signing

Two hours later, Yamcha leaned forward in the driver�s
seat. �Ox, is that the city?� He asked, staring awestruck at the tall,
ornately carved gates, and the wall that seemed to stretch as far as the eye
could see. �Why is that huge wall
there?� The young man swallowed, as he
took in the armed guards patrolling across the top of the wall.

�That�s been there ever since...� The large farmer looked around quickly. �Since Oolong came to this part of the country,� Ox sat back and
sighed. �The King, at the time, didn�t
really know the extent of Oolong�s power.
That wall won�t do much good if he actually decided to attack, but it
gives the people of the city some small measure of comfort.�

�We�re almost there!�
Chichi cried, she and Bibi bounced excitedly. �Ohh, I can�t wait to see all the fine things that will be at the
market.�

�Not to mention the handsome men that will be milling
about.� Bibi tittered, putting a hand
over her face, as she blushed slightly.

�Ya! That�s
right! You�re going to catch some young
men�s fancy!� Fifi smiled at the two
girls affectionately. �I�m sure there
will be a few broken hearted men here before the market�s done.�

�Oh mother,� Chichi grinned back.

�Come on everyone, I�m sure Roshi�s waiting in our usual
spot, time to go get set up!� Ox
yelled, urging the horses through the gate.

Fifi raced in after him, almost crashing into the back of
Ox�s cart with her own as he pulled up sharply in front of his longtime
friend.

�Why you...!� Ox
scowled, and shook his finger at his wife.
�One of these days, that constant urge to race is going to get one of us
hurt!�

�Nah,� Fifi
grinned, waving a hand at him. �I know
what I�m doing. You worry too
much!�

Ox shook his head, as Dom and Herve jumped down and began
setting up the stands for their goods.

�Hello Ox!� Roshi
greeted his friend with a smile, walking up and clasping one of Ox�s huge hands
in both of his own. �Good to see you
again! I see you brought the women, and
Bibi�s with you again this year, eh?�
He bowed politely to the women, and said a hearty hello to Dom and
Herve. �Now, who�s this new fella that
you,� Roshi paused, staring at Yamcha
intently. �You...look quite familiar
young man, have we met?�

Yamcha swallowed nervously. �Um, no sir. This is my
first time to the city.�

�Hmm...perhaps I�ve met some relatives of yours in previous
years. I�ll have to remember. Your face is so familiar,� Roshi shook his
head and turned back to Ox. �Well, my
friend, the houses on the castle grounds are all full this year, I�m afraid you
will just have to make do with staying inside the castle proper this year,� the
old man chuckled, as Bibi and Chichi squealed with delight. �Boy, those two are taking it hard, aren�t
they?�

Ox laughed. �Oh
yes, they love the castle, the grounds, the banquets, and the celebrations your
King always holds. I appreciate you
helping us out again this year,� he clapped a hand on Roshi�s shoulder.

�Nonsense! That�s
what friends are for, right?� Roshi
smiled up at him.

�Okay now, Dom, Herve, Yamcha, would you mind getting
everything set up while I get the women comfortable?� Ox asked.

�Of course, don�t worry about a thing, Ox,� Yamcha smiled,
loading up a stand with vegetables.

�Yes, go on, we�ll be fine here,� Herve said, swatting at
Dom, as the other man nearly hit him with a board.

~~oOo~~

�Are any of you hungry?�
Roshi asked, leading them into the main dining hall, which was dominated
by three huge tables, each loaded with nearly unbelievable amounts of food. �It must have been a long trip, you could
probably do with something to eat.�

�Yes, I am very hungry, thank you,� Fifi said, much to her
husband�s consternation.

�Well, sit down, and dig in!� He clapped his hands, and several servants instantly appeared,
pulling out chairs, pouring drinks for the family, and bringing around trays
laden with meat, potatoes, pots of stew, vegetables, fruit, cheeses...

�This is wonderful Roshi!�
Fifi smiled, standing to hug their longtime friend. �As usual.�

Roshi grinned and sat down beside Ox. �You may get to see the Prince soon, he
skipped supper last night, I don�t think he�ll be able to stay in there much
longer, with that appetite of his,� the old man chuckled.

�Oh? He�s not ill,
is he?� Ox looked over with concern.

�Well, that depends on how you define ill. I know he�s very angry at his father right
now,� Roshi said quietly.

�Oh dear, so King Vegeta has finally decided to force his
son into marriage, has he?�

Roshi nodded. �To
some Duke�s daughter, name�s Bulma,� he said, around a mouthful of food. �Personally, I don�t think this is going to
work. Bulma just wants his power,
prestige, and money. She�s also got a
big mouth, and is foul tempered,� he leaned over and whispered in Ox�s
ear. �You know of the Prince�s
propensity for men, she�d never keep it a secret if she caught him at it,� he
sat back and sighed.

�Oh dear...� Ox stared down at his plate for a few seconds,
before slowly resuming his meal. �This
is serious, isn�t it?�

Roshi nodded, his
expression grave. �King Vegeta intends
to announce the engagement tomorrow.�

Puar sat on Chichi�s lap, her sensitive ears picking up
every word. *Oh no,* she thought. *I�ve got to go and find Korin, we have to
put a stop to this. Better yet, we�ve
got to get Vegeta and Yamcha together right now, before it ever starts!* She
jumped down from his lap, and went racing up the stairs in search of her
love.

�Puar! Come back
here!� Chichi cried, starting to
rise.

�No, don�t worry dear, it�s alright. She can�t hurt anything,� Roshi waved her
back to her seat. �She�s probably
caught the scent of Vegeta�s cat, Korin, and is off to check him out,� the
elderly man smiled. �Maybe someone will
make a good match this year, at the fall festival,� he said wistfully.

~~oOo~~

�Korin...where are you?�
Puar growled in annoyance as she raced through the halls of the
castle. �His scent�s everywhere, how am
I supposed to find him in this huge place,� she panted, the seemingly endless
corridors stretching out on all sides.
�I�ve got to find him and come up with a plan, today, before it�s too
late!� The cat darted into each and
every room on the floor. �Damn, where
could he be? With my luck, he�s
probably on the very top level,� she sighed, hanging her head briefly. �Oh well, have to keep searching!� She ran to the stairway and moved up to the
next floor.

~~oOo~~

*Poor boy...* Korin thought, snuggling up to the Prince, as
he sat staring out his bedchamber window. *You have to go down and face them
sometime, you know,* he looked up in alarm as the Prince�s stomach growled
horribly. *Not to mention you need to eat, too.*

�I�m not going to do it.
I refuse to eat, I refuse to leave this room, until father gets this
ridiculous idea of marrying me off to that wench out of his head,� Vegeta said,
jaw set stubbornly. �I don�t care what
he says or does, I�ll find a way to get out of this city, or I�ll publicly
rescind the throne, and hand it over to my brother, or I�ll tell everyone about him and Bardock,
before I let him do this to me!� The
Prince spat angrily.

*Hmm,* Korin
thought, amused by the Prince�s statement. *That might be a good card to play,
but not to your father, * he jumped down and padded across the room, snatching
up one of Bardock�s old tunics that Vegeta had taken, and kept for reasons he�d
never elaborated on out loud.

Vegeta looked down at the tunic, frowning in
concentration. �Bardock�s tunic,� he
said softly, and then smirked evilly.
�You may be on the right track, my friend.� He picked up Korin, set him in his lap and ran his fingers over the dark burgundy fabric
absently. �Perhaps I should go and see
my �mother�, and tell him about father�s diaries,� the Prince chuckled, as he
looked over at the throw rug at the foot of his bed, which concealed several
loose floorboards. �Father never noticed his books missing, of course he
wouldn�t. He thought he�d hidden them
away, where no-one would find them,� Vegeta shook his head. �Now, I know father is still in love with
Bardock. He never intended to look at
those diaries again, but he couldn�t destroy them, either,� he shook his
head. �It�s a good thing father trusts
Celera as much as he does...� Vegeta said.
�Otherwise, he�d have never stopped looking for those books,� he
smiled.

Both of them looked up, as someone knocked at the
door. �Who is it,� he demanded. A soft, distinct pattern of knocks
came. �Come in, mother.�

Celera quietly entered the room, and rushed to his side.
*I�m sorry son, I just heard this morning what your father intends to do. What can I do to help?* She looked at him,
her face pinched with worry.

�It�s alright, mother,� he smirked. �I have a plan.� He quickly explained what he was going to say to Bardock. �If anyone can convince father to give up
this fallacy, it�s him.�

*You may be right, interesting plan, Vegeta,* she gave him
a sly smile. *I agree that saying all this to your father might just push him
to dig his heels in harder, but Bardock will make him listen to reason. When will you go to see Bardock?*

�Today, if I can,� Vegeta said. �I hope you don�t mind, but I might have to produce the books
themselves, to make them see that I have more that just idle gossip to back me
up.�

*No, no, I don�t mind,* Celera grinned. *I rather fancy the
idea of seeing your father�s face when you show him those books,* she gestured,
staring off into space, as she thought back to the little deception she�d perpetrated
to ensure Vegeta would have his father�s diaries.

//Four years ago...

�Well then, where the hell are they?!� King Vegeta roared, storming down the hall,
a very nervous Roshi, and an angry Bardock on his heels.

*What is it, Vegeta?*
Celera gestured.

�Oh, ahm...it�s nothing,� Vegeta answered, eyes darting
about the hallway.

*It does not sound like nothing,* Celera motioned with a
small smirk.

�Oh, uhh...� Vegeta
searched for a reasonable answer.

�Some of the King�s personal papers have gone missing,�
Bardock answered for him, earning a grateful glance from his former lover.

*Oh...* Celera
looked at her husband with a coy smile. *You mean those big, leather bound
diaries you hid up in one of the towers, the one with the leaky roof that no
one else goes into?*

Vegeta and Bardock paled noticeably, the King swaying on
his feet briefly before grabbing his wife and pulling her into one of the guest
bedrooms, Bardock slamming the door behind them, as Roshi stood guard
outside.

�What do you know of them?� Vegeta demanded angrily.
�What did you do with them?�

*Well,* Celera pulled away from him and sat on the bed,
smirking. *I was looking at the room to see if I might yet find a use for it,
and while I was poking around, I came across those diaries. I was curious, so I took them and hid them
in my sewing room. Once I started
reading them,* she paused as Bardock inhaled sharply. *I thought you might
start getting frantic about their whereabouts,* she looked at them pointedly.
*Both of you.*

Vegeta leaned against a wall, dragging his hand down his
face. �So how much did you read?� He asked quietly.

*All of them,* she motioned. *I know all about your birth,
you and Bardock, and Vegeta and Raditz.* She smiled slightly as both men
exchanged panicked looks. *I�ve known for over a year.*

�Wha...a year?!�
Bardock cried, incredulous.
�But...you never...never gave any indication that you...why didn�t
you...?� He slumped into a chair and
buried his face in his hands. �What do
you want from us,� he asked plaintively.

King Vegeta looked back and forth between them. �You...wouldn�t think of holding this over
our heads, would you? I�ve given you a
good life, provided for all your needs and wants...�

*Yes, yes, you have done all that,* Celera gestured
impatiently. *But I do want something from the two of you.*

Both men stiffened slightly. �What is it?� Vegeta
whispered.

*First, I want you to stand up Bardock, then, I want you to
move closer together. Well, come
on! Get up* She stood and pulled a
grumbling Bardock to his feet. *Now, no, no, no, closer,* she pushed the burly
general closer to the King. *Closer, closer, there,* she stepped back as both
men stood, shoulders touching.

Bardock stared down at the floor, blushing, while Vegeta
glared daggers at his wife. �What are
you about, woman?� He growled.

*I want you to turn and face each other, and admit that you
still care for each other, then, I�m going to leave, and you two will kiss, and
make up,* she blushed, and continued. *Just like those steamy escapades you
wrote about in those diaries.*

Vegeta sputtered angrily; while Bardock whimpered in
embarrassment, face crimson. �You wrote
all that in there?!� He demanded.

�Ahm, yes,� Vegeta answered quietly, his face red as
well.

*Oh yes, he did,* Celera gave them a huge grin. *In great
detail, in fact.*

�Vegeta, how could you?!�
Bardock bellowed, then groaned and covered his face with his hands.

�Well, I...um,� King Vegeta gestured helplessly with one
hand.

*Enough stalling,* Celera gestured, stomping her foot for
emphasis. *Do it. Turn, face each
other, and admit you still care for each other, now. Or else�* She glowered at them.

Both men turned slowly, meeting each other�s eyes with
difficulty.

�You...are an arrogant...selfish, stubborn sonofabitch,
but,� Bardock sighed, as Vegeta
glowered at him. �I still care for
you.�

Vegeta�s eyes softened slightly, as he cupped Bardock�s
chin. �And you, can be a domineering,
rash, impulsive, crazy idiot, that flies off the handle with the slightest
provocation,� he chuckled, as Bardock�s head snapped up, the other man pinning
him with a glare. �But yes, I still
care for you as well.�

Celera smiled, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief, as both
men stared into each other�s eyes for several seconds. *Well,* she gestured to
no one in particular. *I suppose I�ll just take my leave, then.*

�Oh, no, you
don�t!� Vegeta growled, turning to look
at her. �Not until you tell me where
those books are.�

*Oh,* she paused, giving them a sheepish grin. *Well, you
see, I decided that if you put them up in the tower, under that leaky roof, you
knew they�d be destroyed. But it seemed
you didn�t have the heart to destroy them yourself, and, since I�d taken them
about 8 months prior, I thought that after that long, you didn�t want them
anymore. So, I used them to start the
fires in the sewing room, when it got cold at night.*

�You...burned them?�
Vegeta asked softly, leaning against Bardock as he shook his head
slightly.

*You�re angry with me, aren�t you?* Celera gestured,
looking suitably chagrined.

�No, not really,� Vegeta sighed. �Perhaps it�s for the best, Bardock and I have our memories, we
don�t need to have our exploits recorded on paper where someone else could get
their hands on them and use them against us.�
Bardock nodded in agreement. �Very
well, get out of here then, woman, we have things to discuss.�

*Yes, I�m sure you�ll do a lot of �discussing�, won�t you?*
She grinned, shoulders shaking with mirth as she darted out of the room. //

Celera came back
to the present with a sigh. *Dammit,* she scowled. *I thought that getting them
to admit what they felt for each other back then would keep King Vegeta from
doing something foolish like this! Damn
him and his stubborn pride!* She looked over at her son. *I hope this works,
Vegeta, you may be right, the only person that might be able to sway your
father from this horrid plan of marriage, is Bardock.*

~~oOo~~

Puar sagged to the floor, panting as she climbed the last
staircase. �Whew, top floor. He�d better be here, if I find out he�s been
out in the back gardens all this time, I�ll claw his eyes out,� she gasped,
sitting up. �Well, I guess I�d better
get back to my search, though I could sure use some water about now,� she
slowly got to her feet, and padded down the hall.

�Korin? Are you up
here?� She whispered, meowing
intermittently, hoping to catch his attention.
�Oh, blast it, Korin, where are you,� she growled.

~~oOo~~

Korin�s ears twitched as he heard something, or someone,
out in the hall. *That�s funny,* he thought, shaking his head. *I could have
sworn someone called my name.*

�Oh, blast it, Korin, where are you?�

He jerked, eyes wide. *I know that voice, can it be?* Korin
leapt down from Vegeta�s lap and clawed at the door, finally managing to
squeeze out. *Puar? Can it really be
you?* He raced down the hall, and nearly mowed her down in his haste. A deep purr burst from his chest as he
nuzzled her chin, pausing to lick her cheek.

�Korin!� Puar
cried, snuggling up to him. �I missed
you, it�s been so long,� she let out an answering purr, coiling her tail with
his as she licked his jaw.

After a few seconds of affectionate nuzzling, she pulled
back. �Korin, where�s the Prince? I just heard about this wedding that�s to be
announced tomorrow, Korin what are we going to...Oh, shit,� she stared past
Korin�s shoulder, mouth open, pupils dilated.

Korin looked at
her quizzically, then turned to see what had startled her. *Oh dear. Well, I�d say we won�t have any trouble
getting his attention, * he thought as he looked up at the pale, wide-eyed
Prince. *He must have followed me into the hall, and heard Puar
talking...great. So what do we do now?*
He wondered.

His question was answered when Puar darted down the hall
toward the staircase. �Come on! Let�s go,� she cried. Korin darted after her.

�What...wait! Come
back here!� Prince Vegeta bellowed,
snapping out of his stupor and giving chase.
�Who are you? Korin, where are
you going?� He cried, racing after his
friend, and the mysterious talking cat.

~~oOo~~

�Got a plan,� Puar said, as they raced down the stairs,
Vegeta�s footsteps not far behind. �I
found someone for Vegeta, his name�s Yamcha, he�s my third person to help. Just as Vegeta�s your third, right?�

Korin nodded, thinking briefly of Bardock and the King.
*I�ll deal with them later,* he thought as they ran across another hallway, to
the next set of stairs.

�Good. Now, what if we kill two birds with one
stone? Yamcha�s a descendant of the
Marquis of Carab, he looks just like him!
You have to see it to believe it.
I think maybe we should see if we can get these two together. How about it?� Both cats gasped, as Vegeta nearly managed to catch them. �Come on then,� Puar cried. �To the market!�

Vegeta ran as fast as he could, but it still was just
barely fast enough to keep them in sight.
He dimly registered the words she was saying, �Marquis of Carab�
standing out in his mind, and the name �Yamcha�. *What is she saying,* he
wondered. *Is there a new Marquis? I
thought Oolong had destroyed him and his family,* he shook his head, and kept
running, chasing the cats through the banquet hall and on toward the front
gates.

~~oOo~~

�Prince Vegeta?
Prince Vegeta, wait! Aren�t you
going to join us for...oh never mind,� Roshi trailed off, as Vegeta streaked
past them.

�Well, I wonder what�s gotten him so excited?� Chichi looked after him, bewildered. Bibi and she exchanged confused
glances.

Fifi laughed.
�Seems Puar is leading the Prince�s cat on a merry chase, and the Prince
is tagging along.�

~~oOo~~

The two cats and
the Prince were little more than a blur as they streaked through the castle
gates. Vegeta sidestepped at the very
last second and narrowly avoided a collision with Bardock.

�Here, now, where are you off to?� Bardock yelled after him, then looked back
at the castle briefly before the burly soldier decided to give chase.

�General Bardock!�
A palace guard called, as he and three others jogged out through the
gates. �Sorry sir, he was too fast,
shall we go after him?�

�No, don�t worry about it, I�ll make sure he stays safe
myself,� Bardock broke into a sprint, and quickly caught up to the trio. �Vegeta, stop!� He called.

�No! I have to
catch Korin,� the Prince yelled over his shoulder.

~~oOo~~

�There he
is!� Puar cried, as she caught sight of
Yamcha. �See him? Over there, getting some water!�

Korin nearly stopped running as he gaped at Yamcha. *My
gosh, he has to be a descendant of the Marquis! Puar was right, the resemblance is uncanny!*

�Okay, now here�s the plan,� Puar quickly told him what to
do as they streaked toward Yamcha.

~~oOo~~

*I don�t know what manner of sorcery this is, but that
talking cat is not getting away with my friend,* Vegeta growled under his
breath as he put on an extra burst of speed.
He gasped as both cats abruptly stopped. �What the-� he cried out as he saw both cats leap onto the
shoulders of a tall, handsome young man, who, unfortunately for him, looked up
just in time to see the Prince careen toward him, unable to stop.

Bardock winced as he watched the Prince smash into the
hapless man, sending them both sailing.
�That had to hurt,� he observed quietly as he saw Yamcha land hard on a
partially set up wooden stand, Vegeta�s weight on his chest driving him into
the wooden planks.

Yamcha cried out in pain as the sharp corners and edges of
the boards dug into his back, and several splinters broke through his shirt to
pierce his skin.

Bardock skidded to a halt beside them, watching as Vegeta
stared down at the man for several moments, seemingly in a daze. *What�s wrong
with you, Vegeta,* he wondered, watching the strange looks that played over the
Prince�s face as he continued to gaze down at the man.

*There�s something familiar about you,* Vegeta thought
dimly, seemingly unaware to what was happening around him. *I know you from
somewhere.*

�I think we accomplished some of our mission, although I
don�t think Yamcha will be pleased with any of us for a little while,� Puar
winced as she looked at her friend.

To Be Continued�

Gah, did it to you again, didn�t I? *smirks* How exactly
will Yamcha react when he wakes up. Can
Puar and Korin make their plan work?
Keep reading to find out!

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