After Marriage

At this moment, under the full moon, Mount Paozu seemed to be draped in a layer of crystal-clear gauze.

In Son Wuling's apartment, Son Wuling and Number 18 discovered a major problem!

Won't!

Yes, they won't!

Son Wuling was utterly embarrassed. Although he had read a lot, he realized that when it came to actual application, he still needed practical experience.

Number 18 is the same; she won't either. She's now convinced of what Son Wuling said: no matter how smart he is, or how sharp his Destructo Disc is, it doesn't change the fact that he's a simple-minded fool.

"How about we learn how to do it? If things continue like this, we..."

Number 18 said somewhat speechlessly, and Son Wuling nodded in agreement!

It's incredibly shameful, and the result is just as embarrassing. In his previous life, he also focused on his work and parents, and he was still working on his last day before he died.

Perhaps it was because of his ascetic practices in his previous life that he was able to remain calm in any situation!

Son Wuling, after studying for a while on the Number 18, gradually got the hang of the work and finally finished this long task of over a thousand words.

Having gained some work experience through online learning, at least such an embarrassing situation as today won't happen again. Finally Son Wuling and Number 18 each drifted off to sleep.

Time flies. Three months after Son Wuling and Number 18 got married, Chi-Chi and Son Goku's second Son Goten, was born! Similarly, both Number 18 and Bulma found out they were pregnant.

Vegeta was provoked by Son Wuling and Rose, Number 18's future daughter, which led to Bulla's premature birth.

Bulma, the daughter on whom Vegeta placed so much hope, is now pregnant. She's even more devoted to Bulma than she was to Trunks, and her behavior is almost identical to Son Wuling remembers in Dragon Ball Super.

Five months into her pregnancy on the Number 18, her belly was already quite noticeable! Even her temper and other aspects started to change; sometimes she would get angry at him for no reason.

In his drowsy state, Son Wuling suddenly felt as if a kitten-like animal was licking his cheek, as if it were being affectionate.

Son Wuling gently touched his cheek, then continued sleeping without opening his eyes!

Buzzing...

Suddenly, the sound of mosquitoes buzzing around him caused Son Wuling to unconsciously focus his attention. Just as one of the mosquitoes flew past his face, he instinctively slapped it across his own face.

Son Wuling also woke up, suddenly awakened by the noise. He felt a strange anger and irritation. He saw Number 18 sitting on the bed in a duck-like position, holding a smartphone in his hand. The mosquito-like noise was made by the smartphone. He was pouting with dissatisfaction, looking very angry.

Even the oversized bathrobe she wore couldn't conceal Number 18's graceful figure, and her belly appeared large due to her pregnancy.

Son Wuling glanced at the clock in the room; it was past 1 a. m., almost 2 a. m. He had been completely woken up by Number 18.

Son Wuling, still a little grumpy from being woken up, was sound asleep when he was woken up by Number 18. He yawned somewhat irritably and asked, "I was wondering how there could be mosquitoes in the room. What's wrong, Number 18? Still feeling unwell? Nauseous? Or are you about to throw up?"

"Ahhh..."

Number 18 grabbed Son Wuling by the collar, almost as if venting his anger.

"Men are all the same, they make me feel disgusted and want to vomit, it's all your fault, waaaaaah... Son Wuling, do you hate me now? Don't you want me anymore? Waaaaah..."

After saying this, Number 18 burst into tears, punching Son Wuling with both fists, but not with much force, just like a little girl.

Son Wuling's expression changed instantly. She hugged Number 18 18 tightly, gently patted her back, and softly comforted her, "It's alright, how could that be? Number 18, how could I abandon you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Number 18 experienced severe pregnancy symptoms. Neither Chi-Chi nor Bulma had experienced them like Number 18, and this wasn't the first time.

"You're the one having a nightmare! Humph, if you dare abandon us, I'll destroy this earth and take you down with me!"

Number 18 stroked her swollen belly, her tearful eyes trembling slightly, radiating a motherly tenderness.

Son Wuling thought to himself, "Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight."

Because she became pregnant on the Number 18, her time for spiritual practice has been shorter, and she has become particularly prone to anger; a single wrong word can trigger a fit of rage.

"I want to eat barbecue..."

Number 18 was slightly raising her head, pouting angrily, her blue eyes glistening with tears, looking pitiful, like a little animal about to be abandoned.

"Wh-what..."

Son Wuling's mouth dropped open. Pointing at the clock, which was almost 2 a. m., he said with a helpless and exasperated look, "You ate all the meat in the house tonight, and it's almost 2 a. m.! Where am I supposed to find you some barbecue in the middle of the night?!"

"I want to eat!"

Number 18's blue eyes were fixed on Son Wuling, filled with determination, and tears were welling up in them, as if she would burst into tears at the slightest provocation.

Seeing that Son Wuling remained unmoved, Number 18 grabbed Son Wuling's collar with both hands, acting like a spoiled child, and kept tugging at Son Wuling.

"I don't care, I don't care, I want barbecue! I just want barbecue! Make it for me now, waaaaah... I want barbecue, especially spicy barbecue, waaaah... Will you make it for me? Make it for me? I want barbecue, waaaah..."

Son Wuling was almost driven to the brink of collapse, his spirit was about to break down, and he vowed never to have children again. Every few days, this kind of torment would happen every night.

Son Wuling stretched out his hands, a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Um, Number 18, didn't you want to eat Chiaotzu last time? I even specially made a big batch and froze them in the freezer. How about we have Chiaotzu tonight and then barbecue tomorrow?"

Seeing Son Wuling's earnest and gentle demeanor, Number 18 released his hands from Son Wuling's collar, placed his hands over his eyes, and sat on the bed in a duck-like position.

"Waaaaah... I want barbecue! I want barbecue! Waaaaah..."

Son Wuling, still groggy, slowly got out of bed and quickly replied, "Wait, Number 18, don't cry, please don't cry anymore, you'll wake up your sister-in-law and the others. I'll go hunting right away and make you some extra spicy barbecue, okay? Be good, wait for me a moment!"

Wearing slippers, Son Wuling looked drowsy and even swayed as he walked. He opened the door, about to go out, when his head bumped against the doorframe, causing him to gasp in surprise and instantly wake up.

Covering his head, Son Wuling smiled at Number 18 on the bed and said, "Wait for me, there's no meat left at home. I'm going out hunting. Don't cry, be good, don't wake up your sister-in-law and the others. She just gave birth to Goten not long ago and needs to rest!"