Meatbuns for the Meatbun~
It was absolutely perfect.
See, Tenpou wasn't exactly the warmest person alive. He was cordial, polite, and tactful when need be. But he wasn't a "people person", if one stepped back and looked at the whole picture. Human Relations was more Kenren's department.
Over the course of his run as Field Marshal, however, he'd gradually - albeit unexpectedly - come to trust and respect the men under his command. And they, in turn, seemed to be quite fond of him. They addressed him and talked to him in the proper manner because they genuinely respected him, and not because they feared him or something.
That being said, they knew about his fondness for anything connected to the world below. Whenever they were assigned a mission there, his men always made sure to bring back a souvenir (which would explain the Colonel Sanders bust, the forty-five inch Geisha fan, and the extremely colorful wristwatch).
This time, it had been a minor mission, in the sense that only half of the unit had been needed. And what they brought back amused Tenpou to no end.
They'd brought back meatbuns. Colorful and cute meatbuns. They were quite big too. Tenpou was used to the boring white ones. These had colors. They were cute, interesting, and he knew whom exactly to give them to.
He was now wandering towards Konzen's quarters, hoping Goku was still there and not running around somewhere.