This Shenron...
Looked utterly disreputable.
Pan and Bulla looked at each other.
Pan said unhappily, "He's threatening us~"
Bulla nodded, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, I heard him. Why don't we strike first and kill him?"
Punk Shenron blew another smoke ring.
"Hey, hey, hey, I was just joking. You two little girls shouldn't be so eager to kill someone!"
This time, though, he blew it toward the ground.
Soon, smoke swirled around the spot where Pan, Bulla, and Dende stood.
The smoke sent Bulla into a fit of coughing.
Pan, however, immediately held her breath and kept waving her hand to fan away the pungent smoke.
"Damn it! I'm going to kill this bastard right now!" Bulla snapped furiously.
How could they expect him to grant their wishes like this?
They might as well kill this bizarre, infuriating Punk Shenron.
Bulla was so angry that she transformed into a Super Saiyan with an explosive burst.
Just as she was about to attack, Dende called out to stop her.
"Wait. I have a few things to ask him."
"Fine. I'll let you live a little longer." Bulla pointed at Punk Shenron, glaring fiercely.
"Heh~" Punk Shenron wasn't afraid in the slightest. He even sneered.
Before Dende could speak, he lowered his head and said in a booming voice, "Hey, green freak. You're not worthy of talking to me."
Dende looked up at Punk Shenron, his expression deeply conflicted.
He looked as though he were staring at a son who had suddenly turned rebellious.
"Tell me, why have you suddenly become like this?" Dende asked gravely. "Were you infected by the black mist?"
The red Punk Shenron said, "I don't feel like telling you."
"I'm your creator," Dende said. "How dare you disobey my orders? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
"Stop