Riddle me this, Riddle me that
"Once I have stated the riddle, you will have 10 hours to come up with a suitable answer. No more no less." She stopped for a second and looked down at the little man before her. 'I really don't want to have to kill another. It's a shame...' "All right then here is your riddle:
'What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening?'
Vegeta just stared blankly up at the large creature. He couldn't believe his luck. He had come so far to be jumped up with this! It was intolerable. but then again, he didn't have much say in the matter. What had to be done, had to be done.
Vegeta turned around to face his men. "Set up camp. I have 10 hours to figure this damn thing out and I want some shade, damn it! Move!"
About 30 minutes later Vegeta relaxed into the cool shade of a tent. Sitting there with his wine in one hand and his servants at his feet, he could almost forget his purpose. "Everyone out now!" came a cry from his lips. It hardly seemed his own voice. He was truly worried, not for himself but for his planet. All the innocent people being killed and tortured. He had once been like that too, when he was little. allowing for himself to be beaten to a pulp by his Father. But back then he was small and weak, there wasn't much else he could do, just suck it up and take it with a grain of salt. And so he had served, acting as his Father's little slave, sent off to various planets to 'negotiate' which normally meant bloody and savage massacres. And so his life had remained until that wondrous day when he had realized that he was stronger than his father. Oh! the look on that old mans face as he blew a hole through his chest. For weeks on end he would play the scene of his father slowly dying, his blood pooling on th
e floor, through his head and each time it would bring him greater pleasure.
Vegeta had loved being a king. The control and power..it was wonderful to have such things at one's fingertips. Things had gone great. Vegeta-sei was prospering and no one would come against its all mighty power! That is until those blasted demons. No one knew why they had even come in the first place, but then again its no like anyone was capable of talking to them either. He remembered what the old sorcerer had said to him as he red his orb. It was sad the he was reduced to conversing with an old man with a cane..or sorcerers stick? whatever the hell that is called. It looked more like a cane.
'why am I even thinking about this shit. I need to be concentrating on the riddle.No sense dwelling on my childhood, and beating my father..and the old man? shit! i got it....'
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So what did Vegeta get? muhahaha! only I know. Well maybe someone else knows. Thats actually the real riddle used an epic (can't remember which one) that a sphinx asks of Oedipus. For answering correct he received kingship and a wife. Not a bad deal huh?
Please Review!
~l3lack widow~
"Once I have stated the riddle, you will have 10 hours to come up with a suitable answer. No more no less." She stopped for a second and looked down at the little man before her. 'I really don't want to have to kill another. It's a shame...' "All right then here is your riddle:
'What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening?'
Vegeta just stared blankly up at the large creature. He couldn't believe his luck. He had come so far to be jumped up with this! It was intolerable. but then again, he didn't have much say in the matter. What had to be done, had to be done.
Vegeta turned around to face his men. "Set up camp. I have 10 hours to figure this damn thing out and I want some shade, damn it! Move!"
About 30 minutes later Vegeta relaxed into the cool shade of a tent. Sitting there with his wine in one hand and his servants at his feet, he could almost forget his purpose. "Everyone out now!" came a cry from his lips. It hardly seemed his own voice. He was truly worried, not for himself but for his planet. All the innocent people being killed and tortured. He had once been like that too, when he was little. allowing for himself to be beaten to a pulp by his Father. But back then he was small and weak, there wasn't much else he could do, just suck it up and take it with a grain of salt. And so he had served, acting as his Father's little slave, sent off to various planets to 'negotiate' which normally meant bloody and savage massacres. And so his life had remained until that wondrous day when he had realized that he was stronger than his father. Oh! the look on that old mans face as he blew a hole through his chest. For weeks on end he would play the scene of his father slowly dying, his blood pooling on th
e floor, through his head and each time it would bring him greater pleasure.
Vegeta had loved being a king. The control and power..it was wonderful to have such things at one's fingertips. Things had gone great. Vegeta-sei was prospering and no one would come against its all mighty power! That is until those blasted demons. No one knew why they had even come in the first place, but then again its no like anyone was capable of talking to them either. He remembered what the old sorcerer had said to him as he red his orb. It was sad the he was reduced to conversing with an old man with a cane..or sorcerers stick? whatever the hell that is called. It looked more like a cane.
'why am I even thinking about this shit. I need to be concentrating on the riddle.No sense dwelling on my childhood, and beating my father..and the old man? shit! i got it....'
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So what did Vegeta get? muhahaha! only I know. Well maybe someone else knows. Thats actually the real riddle used an epic (can't remember which one) that a sphinx asks of Oedipus. For answering correct he received kingship and a wife. Not a bad deal huh?
Please Review!
~l3lack widow~