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Puss in Boots	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Puss in Boots.

By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Fandom: DBZ, crossover with the `puss in boots' fable.

Rating; NC-17

Warnings; Yaoi, lime, lemon, language, violence.

Couple; Yamcha/Vegeta.

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

Disclaimer; Don't own DBZ or the story, and am making no
money from this.

Archive; geocities.com/johnnyjosh/index.html all others ask
first, no mst'ing.

Special thanks to Anubiset for beta reading this little
monster for me! *glomps*

�Speaking�

*Thoughts*

~~oOo~~ Change of scene or POV

~~oOo~~

Once upon a time there lived an old miller and his three
sons, Tien, Krillin, and Yamcha. The old miller, a widower for many years, was
quite ill, and was afraid that when he died his sons would fight bitterly over
the mill, the house and all his land. So, when he felt his time drawing to an
end, he summoned the three boys to his bedside, and asked the good doctor to be
his witness.

"Tien, my eldest son, you are a hard worker, with a
good head for business. The grain and corn fields, and the mill will go to
you," the old man wheezed. A tall, bald three eyed man stepped forward and
looked down.

"Thank you, father," he said, his face set in a
stoic mask as he tried not to show his sadness.

"Krillin, my second son," the miller turned his
head slightly, to look at the short, also bald man that stood to his other
side. "The house, the barn and the livestock are yours..."

Krillin thanked his father quietly, before both brothers
looked at each other, then at their youngest sibling.

Yamcha stood at the foot of the bed, his head down. *I knew
this would happen,* he thought sadly. *Tis the way of things, the eldest boys
inherit first, only in this case, there is nothing left after Tien and Krillin
were given their inheritance. Well, it would seem I have to go out and make my
own place in the world.* He turned and made to leave the room, before grief and
anger made him say something he might regret.

The old man tried to sit up in the bed, weakly calling for
his son, as the doctor restrained him gently. "No," the old man
whispered. "Wait, son. I would speak with you, alone."

Yamcha paused, and looked over his shoulder at his father,
before nodding and coming back to stand beside his bed.

The miller waited for Tien and Krillin to leave the room.
"I have no land...or anything else of great monetary value to give you,
but," he paused, a coughing spell overtaking him. "I have three
things for you." He gestured to the doctor, and the younger man
immediately jumped to his feet, going over and opening the miller's wardrobe.

"The first thing, is my finest clothes, they are not
very old, I only bought them four years ago, and wore them but once." The
doctor pulled out a deep red waistcoat, black pants, knee high boots, fine
leather gloves, a long black cape, and a hat to match the waistcoat. "The
second thing is my sword." Yamcha smiled softly as he saw the family
heirloom brought out. "This sword has been passed down for five
generations, from father to son, it's time for you to have it now."

"Thank you, father," Yamcha said quietly, taking
the clothes and sword from the doctor.

"The third thing...is Puar, who has been a true and
loyal friend to me all my life. She will do all she can to help you make your
way son," the old man said, as a large, odd looking blue cat jumped into
his lap, purring as the miller reached up a shaking hand to stroke her head.
"Puar..." He spoke softly, and the cat purred and turned her head,
blinking up at him. "Be as good a friend to Yamcha as you were to me,
better if that's possible...alright, old friend?" Puar mewled softly and
nodded once, before bounding from the bed and into Yamcha's lap, standing on
her hind legs, and nuzzling the young man's chin.

"Find your place in the world, my son."

Yamcha blinked in surprise, reaching out and rubbing the
cat's back, smiling as she butted her head against his chest before curling up
in his lap. "Thank you, I'll take good care of her father." He looked
down at her. "At least I'll have a friend on my journeys, hmm? That makes
things a bit more bearable."

"Go now son, put the clothes and sword in your own
wardrobe, and keep Puar in your room." His father said. Yamcha nodded and
stood, the doctor opening the door for him.

A heavy sadness hung over the house that night, as the old miller's
condition grew steadily worse. In the wee hours of the morning, the old man
drew his last shaky breath, and grew still.

The next day, Tien took over the funeral arrangements, being
strong for his younger brother Krillin, who was devastated by their father's
death. Yamcha tried as best he could to comfort his brother, and stayed out of
Tien's way, the older man's cold efficiency a poor mask for the grief he felt.

A day and a half later, the old man was buried, in the field
behind the house.

"I know father would have approved, Tien." Yamcha
said softly.

Tien gave a tight lipped smile and nodded. He had asked that
their father be buried facing the huge oak tree that sat in the middle of the
yard, in about the same spot he always used to sit when watching the boys
climbing the tree, or using it as home for games of hide and seek, and tag.

As soon as the funeral was over, Yamcha went up to his room
and packed all his clothes, along with a warm blanket, and his few other
possessions. He carefully packed up the fine clothes and sword in a separate
bag, and prepared to leave. He was stopped at the door by his two brothers, who
begged him not to go.

"Yamcha, wait! You don't have to leave!" Krillin
grabbed his hand. "This house is more than large enough for the three of
us, stay!"

"Krillin is right." Tien nodded. "You can
work in the mill with us, we'll get by just fine, there's no need for you to
strike out on your own like this..."

Yamcha shook his head, long dark hair tumbling around his
shoulders. "No, I won't just stay here and live off your kindness. I must
try and find my own place in the world, just like father said." He cradled
Puar to his chest, carrying a bag with all his clothes and possessions in it.

"At least let us give you food and water for your
journey!" Krillin exclaimed, moving quickly to the kitchen and stuffing an
large sack with bread, cheese, dried meat, fruit and vegetables, and a large
flask for water.

"Thank you." Yamcha set down his clothes, and
Puar, grabbing each of his brothers in a bear hug. "I'll come back when
I've made something of myself..." He promised.

Krillin waggled his finger in his face. "You'd better
come back, even if you don't make something of yourself right away! Don't you
disappear for years on end!" Both men looked at him sternly.

Yamcha laughed. "Very well, I will come back and visit
soon, I swear." He went out the door, pausing at the bottom of the steps
to turn back and wave a final time. "See you soon, brothers." The
young man smiled and started walking down the road, Puar bounding ahead.

~~oOo~~

Four hours later...

The young man and his blue cat walked slowly down the dusty
road, weary, sore, thirsty and hungry. "We should find somewhere to rest
for the night, I guess, right, Puar?" Yamcha asked. "The sun has
almost set, and I think we are both hungry, and in need of sleep." He
paused as Puar lifted her nose and sniffed the air, whiskers twitching, before
bounding into the forest. "Puar! Wait!" He shouted, running after
her. They twisted and darted through the trees and brush, until at last they
came to a clearing. There, in the fading light, stood an abandoned cabin.
"Puar, this is perfect! How did you know?" Yamcha scooped up his
friend and stroked her head, chuckling as she purred and nuzzled his chin.

The cabin was small, and a bit dusty, but still, Yamcha was
happy with it. It had a fireplace, a tiny table and one chair, and an old bed
in the corner. He tested the mattress gently, and grinned as he sat down and
kicked off his boots.

After several tries, Yamcha managed to get the fireplace
lit, and sat on the bed once more, enjoying the warmth.

"Lets eat!" Yamcha said, as he pulled out their
food. "Hmm...we're going into the city, so we'll need food for the
journey. Once we're there I can find a job of some sort to put food on the
table, and I have a little money to pay for lodging until I can get
work.." He separated the food into rations. "There, if we stick to
these rations, and catch some fish and small game, we'll be just fine."

He leaned back against the wall, eating slowly. "The
city..." Yamcha said wistfully. The markets, all the people, it always
sounded so exciting when mother spoke of it. Oh, and the palace...King and
Prince Vegeta are there..." The young man sighed. "I wonder what the
palace looks like, do you think they'd let us go inside? I would love to see
it." He chattered on excitedly, about the palace, and all the other things
he wanted to see.

Puar bumped her head against his arm and purred. *That's
right master Yamcha.* She thought. *You make your plans...I'll make mine...*
You see, Puar was no ordinary cat, she was a magical creature, capable of
speaking, flying, and shape shifting. She was also a very wise creature, and
she knew that their journey would eventually take them into the territory of
the evil ogre, Oolong. *I have plans for you, Oolong, and bigger plans for you,
master Yamcha..* Her eyes narrowed as her keen mind worked out the best way to
implement her plans.

Two hours later found Yamcha sprawled on the bed, snoring
softly, as Puar crept through the woods, making her way to the house of the man
that owned the cabin. She shape-shifted into a young teenage boy and put on
some of the clothes Yamcha had brought with him before knocking on the door.
She squeaked in surprise as the door opened and a huge man loomed above her.

"Well hello there, little fella!" The enormous man
said as he took in the short, slender boy, standing on his doorstep. The boy
had shoulder length chestnut hair, and large, dark brown eyes. "What are
you doing out so late? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

Puar looked up at the man and smiled. *Perfect...* "No
sir!" She said. "I...um...." She put on her best chibi-eyed, sad
look, and stared up at him.

The large man, a kindly farmer named Ox, who often took his
livestock and crops into the city to sell in the market, put a huge hand on the
boy's shoulder. "What is it, son? Come on, why don't you come inside, and
we can talk about it."

And so, Puar did go inside, telling her tale of their father
who had recently died, his brother Yamcha, and all about how the older brothers
had inherited first, leaving nothing for Yamcha and himself. Puar told Ox about
Yamcha's plans to go to the city, walking straight through ogre territory.
"He mustn't go yet! He...thinks he knows everything about the city, but he
knows very little, I am worried something bad will happen to him there! Or that
he'll get hurt trying to go through the ogre's lands. Can he stay in your cabin
for a while, maybe learn from you a little of the city's ways? Please? He
wouldn't be any trouble, he is a hard worker, a good, and honest
person...."

Ox nodded sagely. "Well, the city is a dangerous place
for those that don't know how to get by, or don't understand its laws. The
ogre's territory is an extremely dangerous place, as well,� he sat back and
thought for a moment. �I suppose I could use an extra pair of hands around
here. All right, he can stay. I go in to the city to sell my crops and
livestock at the market quite often, he could see the city firsthand, while
helping me out." he looked over at Puar. "You two should stay in the
house though, that cabin is too small for the two of you."

"Oh, no!" Puar waved her hands. "I am going
back home. I merely followed him here, and had heard you owned these lands.
Please sir, you mustn't tell him I came here, and asked you to take him on.
He'll leave and go on to the city straight away. My brother can be very
headstrong and proud..." Puar sighed.

Ox laughed. "I understand, I was like that myself when
I was young." He turned and looked up toward the stairs. "As long as
your brother stays away from my little girl, Chi-Chi, he can stay."

"Oh thank you, kind sir!" Puar ran over and hugged
him. "Now, I must be getting home so I can tell my other brothers Yamcha
will be okay."

"Yes, you run along, my young friend. I will do my best
to make sure your brother stays safe." Ox grinned and waved, as Puar ran
out the door and sprinted down the lane.

A few minutes later, Puar crept back into the cabin,
removing Yamcha's clothes and carefully replacing them in his bag before
resuming her normal cat form, and floating up onto the bed. She snuggled up
against his arm and yawned, purring in satisfaction. *Mission one,
accomplished,* she thought, before drifting off.

TO BE CONTINUED�

Well, interesting beginnings, eh? I always thought Puar
would make a good puss in boots, now whatever will happen to our poor miller's
son, hm? Lemme know how you liked.

Johnny
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