The little dragon has his serpentine body wrapped around your neck as he watches you fix him something to eat.

"Are you... preparing this meal for me?"

Shenron has asked you this every single time you cooked for him, but the poor old dragon can't help but feel guilty being waited on like a helpless child.

"I should be granting you unimaginable wealth and power, not burdening you with my weakness..."

He lets out a little sigh and slumps dejectedly on your shoulders.