Another Year of Snow

Videl, Son Gohan, Rose, Bulla, Trunks, Son Goten, Lan-Fan, Mai, Satan, who were secretly watching from afar, trembled as they watched the enraged and berserk Son Wuling.

Videl said weakly, "When I was doing my homework, no matter how my master taught me, I still couldn't learn it. My master looks just like he did back then!"

Bulla asked Rose, "Wuling is so scary when he's angry, Rose! Has Uncle Wuling ever yelled at you?"

Rose shook her head and replied, "No, my dad only ever has a serious, stern face. He's never been angry with me; he's always been quite gentle. It seems that Uncle Vegeta and Uncle Broly really broke my dad's defenses!"

Mount Paozu was covered in snow. After finishing their lunch, Son Wuling, Number 18, Rose family of three played in the snow.

Rose, Son Wuling, and Number 18 were building a snowman in front of the door. Obviously, Rose did not inherit Son Wuling Son Wuling's talent in craftsmanship. Compared with the snowman built by Number 18, it was simply unbearable to look at!

Son Wuling had made a sculpture of his family of three, and even watered it to create an ice sculpture that looked incredibly lifelike, which made Rose pout in dissatisfaction! She was terrible at sculpting and drawing; she had absolutely no talent in those areas.

"It's so beautiful! Why can't I be like my dad?!"

Rose looked at her hands. Son Wuling could carve 19-Layer Ghostwork Ball, while she could only build a simple snowman.

"Hahaha..."

Son Wuling laughed out loud and said, "That's normal. After all, everyone has things they're not good at. No one is perfect. Even gods have things they're not good at."

Is that so?

Rose looked at Son Wuling with suspicion. She couldn't draw or sculpt, but in her memory, there seemed to be nothing Son Wuling couldn't do.

"Dad, is there anything you can't do besides giving birth?"

Son Wuling replied with a smile, "Of course there are. For example, I'm not suited to be a manager. If I were to rule a powerful force, I'd probably just be a hands-off boss. I'm not cut out to be a leader."

That's right, he can't do the kind of thing that makes him a king. Take Frieza, for example. He can become the emperor of the universe not only because of his own strength, but also because of his methods of managing people.

These are Son Wuling can't do. Even if he were to do them, he'd probably just wash his hands of the matter. He wouldn't really believe that Frieza ruled the universe solely through his immense power, would he?

How to manage people, how to reward and punish them clearly, how to provide logistical support, how to operate operations, how to manage personnel turnover—there are just too many things to consider. Son Wuling is self-aware; he's not cut out to be a leader. If you want to be a hands-off manager or chase after women without any regard for your image, you'll be clueless and useless. You might as well not even consider building up your power.

Otherwise, it will fall apart sooner or later, and then we can't blame others. Just like that idiot King Vegeta, Son Wuling knows he's not good at being in a position of power, but he's definitely better than that idiot King Vegeta.

"Is this all? I can't do this one either!"

Rose tilted her head and looked at her mother Number 18!

Number 18, dressed in a down jacket that completely concealed her figure, smiled faintly at Rose and asked, "What's wrong, Rose? Do you think your mother is a bit slow and has too many flaws?"

Rose shook her head and replied calmly, "No, Mom, I was just wondering how you and Dad met and fell in love?"

Rose remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she thought, "Suddenly, I feel like Mom isn't good enough for Dad!"

"This one?"

Number 18 glanced at Son Wuling, and said in a very open and honest manner, "It was Mom who fell in love with your dad first!"

"Just as I thought!"

Rose nodded in agreement, and was about to ask something when she heard shouts from Son Gohan, Vegeta, Son Goku, Broly, and others.

"Android 21, Videl, you two actually teamed up! Two against one, that's despicable."

"Hehe... Gohan, take this!"

"Gohan, can you handle our fiery passion?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Snowballs flew high, Son Gohan let out a hearty laugh as he had a snowball fight with Android 21 and Videl.

"Kakarot..."

"Vegeta..."

Snowballs flew everywhere, Son Goten, Son Gohan, and Bulla also ran out and joined the battle.

Looking at Son Gohan, Videl, and Android 21, Son Wuling suddenly felt that Son Gohan was practically the script of many anime male protagonists he had seen in his previous life! Of course, Son Gohan didn't give off that uncomfortable feeling that some male protagonists did.

Snap...

Suddenly, a snowball hit him in the chest. Son Wuling looked over and saw Number 18 and Rose holding snowballs, smiling.

"You hit me, Wuling! Where's your Ultra Instinct? You should have been able to dodge it!"

Number 18 shook the snowball in his hand and teased.

"Okay, Number 18, Rose, don't run away!"

Son Wuling manipulated his Energy Control, continuously condensing snowballs and throwing them at Number 18, Rose.

On the Number 18, Rose hurriedly dodged, not daring to pause for even a moment.

Number 18 pouted and said indignantly, "You cheated! You actually used Energy Control!"

Son Wuling was taken aback by these words. He stopped using his Energy Control, picked up two clumps of snow, made them into snowballs, and laughed, "Yeah, but don't think I'll lose just like that! Take this!"

Son Wuling threw two snowballs at Rose and Number 18's chests, then immediately made another snowball half a meter in diameter and walked towards the screaming and fleeing Number 18 and Rose with ill intent.

Suddenly, Vegeta's shrill scream rang out, startling Son Wuling.

Vegeta's legs were trembling uncontrollably, and he was jumping around like a monkey, covered in snowflakes. His belt was ripped off, and he shouted angrily, "Kakarot, you bastard! You threw a snowball down my crotch! It's so cold, you jerk!"

Broly, too, clutched his head, glared at Android 21, and yelled, "Damn it, did you do this on purpose? Android 21, didn't we agree not to hit your face?"

Android 21 clapped his hands lightly and smiled calmly, "Oops, sorry! I was hitting Gohan."

It's all chaotic, everyone's in a frenzy, nobody knows who's hitting whom, they're just having fun, it's like a snowball fight where nobody knows who's attacking whom.

Suddenly, he felt someone poking his back. Son Wuling subconsciously turned around and saw Number 18, Rose, holding up the two snowmen from before, smashing them directly onto him while Son Wuling was still in a daze.

"Hahaha..."

Number 18 and Rose looked at Son Wuling, who seemed to have crawled out of a snowdrift, and burst out laughing.

Son Wuling shook his head, when suddenly someone poked him from behind!

"Videl ..."

After Son Wuling realized who was behind him, a smile appeared on his snow-covered face. As he turned around, he suddenly slammed the snowball in his hand, half a meter in diameter, into Videl, as if it were in a snowdrift. The two small snowballs in Videl's hand disappeared somewhere.

Looking at Videl, who was now in a miserable state, like him crawling out of a snowdrift, he laughed and said, "You still want to fight me? Videl, you're still too green."