Actually...the more he thought about it, the more he saw the bright side. 事实上...他越想越觉得事情有好的一面。
he was still alive now, wasn\\u0027t he? his own immune system had fought off the after effects of the worst, most extreme chills, and was now stronger for it. 他现在还活着，是吧？他自己的免疫系统抵抗了最严重、最极端寒冷的后遗症，并因此变得更强大。
maybe he didn\\u0027t have to fear the ice anymore. 也许他不再需要害怕冰了。
\\\Goodness me, it sure is freezing out here, eh? pardon the pun.\\\ \\\天哪，这里真是冷得要命，嗯？请原谅我打趣。\\\
Gohan\\u0027s eyes jolted open, sensitive to that despicable voice. 悟饭的眼睛猛地睁开，对那个可恶的声音非常敏感。
\\\Frieza?!\\\ \\\弗利萨？！
\\\ he jumped up, looking all over for any trace of the bastard. 他跳了起来，四处寻找那个混蛋的任何踪迹。
this couldn\\u0027t have been happening; how had even known he was here? or worse – what had happened outside? 这不可能发生；他们怎么会知道他在这里？或者更糟糕的是 - 外面发生了什么？
\\\turn around to your left, young lad!\\\ “年轻人，转身看你的左边！”
Gohan did as directed, and there he was – Frieza, his hands clasped his waving tail, with that phony smile on his face. 悟饭按照指示转过身，然后他看到了 - 弗利萨，他的手紧握着他摇晃的尾巴，脸上露出虚伪的笑容。
And he wasn\\u0027t alone. 而且他不是一个人。
Right next to him was Goku, only his entire body had bee ice. 就在他旁边是悟空，只不过他的整个身体已经结冰。
both of his palms were raised, while his mouth hung open mid-scream. 他的两只手掌都被举起，嘴巴张开，正中间发出尖叫声。
Even against the below freezing weather, Gohan\\u0027s body heated up, an aura igniting around him that disintegrated the fabric of his jacket. 尽管面对着零度以下的寒冷天气，悟饭的身体却发热起来，周围燃起一道光环，将他夹克的面料瞬间消融。
\\\what have you done to my father?!\\\ “你对我父亲做了什么？！”
that primal, volatile power was wrapping its callous hands around Gohan\\u0027s mind, its grip tightening as Frieza taunted him with his pompous laughter. 那原始而不稳定的力量在悟饭的心灵中扭曲着冷酷的双手，当弗利萨用自负的笑声嘲弄他时，它的控制力越来越紧。
\\\Strike me down before it\\u0027s too late!\\\ “在为时已晚之前，击倒我吧！”
his sanity out the window, Gohan flew at Frieza, but the monster pushed the sculpture that was once Goku in front of himself as a shield. too fast and too manic, Gohan\\u0027s right arm smashed through, shattering him into a thousand pieces. he hadn\\u0027t felt anything physically, but the terror that hit him froze him in place. 他的理智丧失殆尽，悟饭朝弗利萨扑去，但那怪物将曾经是悟空的雕像推到了自己面前作为盾牌。悟饭过于迅猛疯狂，右臂穿透了雕像，将其粉碎成千片。他没有感受到任何身体上的疼痛，但击中他的恐惧使他呆立不动。
he was gone. his father, the one who had given him life and had to live every day with his inability to protect him, dead by his hand. All Frieza had to do was round up the pin for Gohan to strike down. 他离开了。他的父亲，那个给予他生命并每天都不得不忍受自己无力保护他的人，被他亲手杀死了。弗利萨所要做的就是找到引爆开关，让悟饭来击倒。
\\\Nice shot!\\\ “好枪法！”
At the sound of Frieza\\u0027s voice, Gohan\\u0027s growing dismay shrunk, and wrath took its place. he turned around, more determined than ever to eradicate the abominable virus. he chased after him again with his leg ready to deal fatal damage, only someone else got in his way – his mother and little brother. 听到弗利萨的声音，悟饭逐渐增长的沮丧收敛起来，愤怒取而代之。他转过身，比以往任何时候都更坚决地要消灭这个可憎的病毒。他再次追赶，准备用腿给予致命的打击，只是有人挡住了他的去路 - 他的母亲和弟弟。
they, too, were frozen and unable to move out of the way from Gohan\\u0027s kick. 他们也被冻住了，无法躲避悟饭的踢击。 they too, shattered. 他们也破碎了。
Gohan collapsed onto his knees and squeezed two fistfuls of his hair, even ripping a few strands out. 悟饭跪倒在地，用两把拳头抓住自己的头发，甚至拔掉了几缕。 he screamed all of his pain out into the void as the white turned into blackness in his unstable vision. 他将所有的痛苦都尖叫出来，空洞中的白色变成了他不稳定视觉中的黑暗。 None of his efforts had mattered. 他的努力毫无意义。 None of the belief his parents had in him mattered. 他父母对他的信任也毫无意义。 they were dead, all because of his power. 他们死了，都是因为他的力量。
\\\e now, Gohan! It\\u0027s not all doom and gloom!\\\ \\\来吧，悟饭！并非全是厄运和黑暗！\\\
Gohan sat up, feeling another surge of power ing on. 悟饭坐了起来，感受到又一股力量的涌动。 Fed up with Frieza and his grip, he turned around again. 对弗利萨和他的控制感到厌倦，他再次转身。
the ice sculpture in front of him this time? Arepa. 这次在他面前的冰雕是？阿莉帕。
She had her arm reached out, almost like she had been seeking Gohan specifically. 她伸出手臂，几乎像是在特意寻找悟饭一样。
Not only was her face a twisted scream, he could even make out a tear from her frozen eyes. 她的脸不仅扭曲着尖叫，甚至可以看到她冻结的眼睛中有一滴泪水。
the sight of even her in that state brought Gohan to his knees. 即使是看到她处于那种状态，也让悟饭跪倒在地。
\\\I never should have trusted this rambunctious tramp to begin with,\\\ Frieza said, circling around her. “一开始我就不应该相信这个粗野的流浪汉，”弗利萨说着，绕着她转了一圈。
\\\She was from that turncoat Kabnet\\u0027s army, after all. 她毕竟是那个背叛者卡布奈特的军队中的人。
of course she would lead you down the wrong path. 当然她会引导你走错路。\\\
Frieza walked towards her and tapped her shoulder. 弗利萨朝她走去，轻拍了她的肩膀。 \\\but alas, all good things must e to an end, no matter how cute. 但遗憾的是，所有美好的事物都必将结束，无论多可爱。
I think I\\u0027ll handle this myself. 我想我自己来处理。\\\
\\\No!\\\ “不！”
Gohan leaped back up and chased them down, diving at Arepa\\u0027s statue to protect her. 悟饭跳了起来，追赶着他们，扑向阿莉帕的雕像保护她。 to his surprise, he flew through her; and rather than shatter, she simply vanished. 令他惊讶的是，他穿过了她；而不是粉碎，她只是消失了。 Gohan fell onto his hands and knees, with nothing in his vision but the slick frozen floor. 悟饭跌落到手脚并拱起，他的视野中只有光滑冰冷的地面。
It wasn\\u0027t real. 这不是真的。
None of it had been. 所有的一切都不是真的。 It had just been in his head. 这只是他脑海中的幻想。 Frieza was nowhere to be found and nobody had been reduced to ice. 弗利萨消失无踪，没有人被冰封。
\\\Are you sure about that, Gohan? did you not see what was in front of you, young lad?\\\ “悟饭，你确定吗？年轻人，你没有看到你面前的东西吗？”
the voice was back. 声音又回来了。 Gohan looked up, finding Frieza standing a few feet away yet again. 悟饭抬头看到弗利萨又一次站在几英尺远的地方。 After a sip of wine, he leisurely moved out of the way, allowing Gohan to see what he bad been referencing. 他悠闲地喝了一口酒，悠然地让开道路，让悟饭看到他所指的东西。 It wasn\\u0027t Goku, chi-chi, Goten, or Arepa frozen in ice – it was piccolo. 冰中被冻住的不是悟空、琪琪、悟天或阿莉帕 - 而是比克大魔王。 Unlike the other four, he hadn\\u0027t looked fearful. 与其他四个人不同，他看起来并没有恐惧。 distressed, yes, but angry more than anything. 他的身体弯腰呈守势，好像他一直在对抗某种东西。
\\\p-piccolo?\\\ “比-比克洛？”
Gohan stumbled up, walking right through the image of Frieza his mind had produced. 悟饭摇摇晃晃站起来，直接穿过他脑海中出现的弗利萨的形象。 Gingerly, he reached out his arm and tapped the body. 他小心翼翼地伸出手臂，轻轻拍打着尸体。 Sure enough, he actually felt him that time. 果然，这一次他真的感觉到了他。 cold, slippery ice; it left a trail of water on his finger. 冰冷而滑溜的冰，留下了一道水痕在他的手指上。
\\\oh no…\\\ “哦，不……”
this was real. 这是真的。 It wasn\\u0027t in his head, and it wasn\\u0027t the work of Frieza. 这不是他的想象，也不是弗利萨的杰作。 the ice and the cold weather had gotten to piccolo. 冰和寒冷的天气影响了比克洛。
\\\No, no no no….\\\ “不，不，不，不……”
he looked his body up and down, trying to figure out what the hell to do. 他审视着自己的身体，试图弄清楚该怎么办。 If he had any time to save him, it was scant. 如果他有时间去救他，那就寥寥无几了。 the ice that had ensnared piccolo was rooted in the frozen floor. 束缚住比克洛的冰根植于冰冷的地面。 with a fierce stomp from his Ki-infused foot, Gohan crushed the block of ice, then phased to the other side to finish the job. 悟饭用注入了气的脚狠狠地跺碎了冰块，然后转移到另一侧完成了任务。 he snatched piccolo\\u0027s enormous body and flew as he fast he could to the lobby. 他抓住比克洛庞大的身体，以最快的速度飞到了大厅。 once inside, he set him on the floor. 一旦进入室内，他就把比克洛放在地板上。
\\\c\\u0027mon piccolo!\\\ Gohan yelled. \\\加油，比克洛！\\\悟饭大喊道。 \\\don\\u0027t die on me!\\\ “不要在我面前死去！”
Sure, he could say a lot about the grumpy bastard, but even piccolo had believed in him. 当然，他可以说很多关于这个脾气暴躁的家伙的话，但是即使是比克洛也相信他。 For years, now, Gohan had used the volatile heat of his power to indulge in his pain-suppressing vice. 多年来，悟饭一直利用他力量的不稳定热量纵容自己的痛苦压制习惯。 Now, he had to use it for good. 现在，他必须将其用于善事。 A blue flame erupted from both of his palms, hovering above the Namekian\\u0027s body. 他的两只手掌上冒出了一团蓝色的火焰，悬浮在那个纳美克星人的身体上。
the flame\\u0027s heat had even singed Gohan\\u0027s hands as it went to work on the ice around piccolo. 火焰的热量甚至烧焦了悟饭的手，当它开始解冰时。 Slowly, but, surely, the shell liquified. 缓慢但肯定地，冰壳液化了。 And then the water became vapors. 然后水变成了水蒸气。 Soon, piccolo\\u0027s body was free of its frigid prison, but by no means out of the woods. 不久，比克洛的身体摆脱了寒冷的监狱，但并不安全。 his skin more teal than green, he hadn\\u0027t shown any sign of breath. 他的皮肤更加青绿，没有显示出任何呼吸的迹象。
Gohan had no idea how Namekian anatomy worked, but he had to save piccolo the only way he knew how. 悟饭不知道纳美克星人的生理结构如何，但他只能用他所知道的方法来拯救比克洛。
he pressed his hands against his broad chest, trying to kickstart his breathing again. 他用手掌按在他宽阔的胸膛上，试图重新开始呼吸。
\\\wake up, piccolo... it\\u0027s not over yet,\\\ Gohan pleaded. “醒醒，比克洛……还没有结束。”悟饭恳求道。“这些冰对你来说无关紧要，还记得吗？！”
he pressed down some more, but got no sign of movement. 他再用力按压，但没有任何动作的迹象。 but he wouldn\\u0027t give up just because he hadn\\u0027t made progress. 但他不会因为没有取得进展就放弃。 he kept pushing while yelling empty encouragements, prepared to take as long as necessary to ensure his makeshift mentor saw another day. 他不停地用力推，同时喊着空洞的鼓励话语，准备花尽一切必要的时间，确保他这个临时的导师能再活一天。 too many people had suffered under his watch – nobody more than himself. 在他的监视下，太多人受到了伤害，没有人比他自己受的更多。 Even though piccolo had his own self-preservation in mind, he had dedicated at least a year of his time to getting his mind right. 尽管比克洛自己也考虑到了自身的安全，但他至少花了一年时间来调整自己的心态。 whether it worked or not, Gohan owed him his maximum effort. 无论是否成功，悟饭都要尽全力报答他。
Eventually, he heard a gravelly cough. 最终，他听到一声嘶哑的咳嗽声。
the first thing Gohan did was look around, very much aware it may have been his fractured mind producing more noise. 悟饭做的第一件事就是四处看了看，非常清楚这声音可能是他破碎的心智制造出来的更多噪音。 but the body he\\u0027d been pushing his hands against for the last few minutes fidgeted underneath him. 但是他几分钟来一直用手按压的身体在他的手下微微动了一下。 when he moved his pupils to the left, he could see piccolo\\u0027s eyelids drifting upwards. 当他把视线移到左边时，他能看到比克洛的眼皮慢慢向上移动。
\\\Son of a…\\\ was the first thing to e from the Namekian\\u0027s mouth. “这个……混账！”这是第一个从纳美克星人嘴里说出来的词。
Gohan stumbled away. 悟饭踉跄着退开。 For the second time, his will to see someone else live had paid off. 第二次，他希望别人活下来的意愿得到了回报。 of all the emotions swirling around his head, relief was the strongest. 在他的脑海中涌动的各种情绪中，宽慰是最强烈的。
piccolo didn\\u0027t sit up, but he did tilt his head towards Gohan. 比克洛没有坐起来，但他把头向悟饭那边歪了歪。 A facsimile of a smirk spread across his lips. 他的嘴角浮现出一个模仿的得意微笑。
\\\Y-Your eyes, brat...\\\ “你的眼睛，小子……” Gohan blinked. 悟饭眨了眨眼。 \\\what? what about them?\\\ “什么？它们怎么了？” piccolo nudged his head straight across. 比克洛直直地点了点头。 Gohan looked to the right, where a mirror stood against the wall. 悟饭看向右边，墙上放着一面镜子。 his reflection seemed normal, only one thing was off – his eyes. 他的倒影看起来正常，只有一个地方不对劲 - 他的眼睛。 they weren\\u0027t black, like they usually were. 它们不像平时那样是黑色的。 Instead, they were a bone-chilling shade of gold. 相反，它们是一种冰冷至骨的金色。
\\\what the hell... “到底是怎么回事……
\\\th-that\\u0027s how they always look…in that crazy form.\\\ “那就是它们在那种疯狂形态下一直是这样的……”
Gohan stood up in a trance, his eyes glued to his reflection. 悟饭陷入了恍惚状态，他的目光紧盯着自己的倒影。 this was what he looked like? this was what Vegeta thought was going to finally kill him? this was the face Lapis saw before his demise? 这就是他的模样吗？这就是贝吉塔认为最终会杀死他的样子吗？这就是莱皮斯在死前看到的面孔吗？
the face that Gohan could now actually see? 悟饭现在真正能看到的这张脸？
he turned back around, just to ensure that piccolo was still alive. 他转过身去，只是为了确保比克洛仍然活着。 the Namekian was sitting up now, though still overall worse for wear. 纳美克星人现在坐了起来，尽管整体上仍然状态不佳。 he appeared exhausted and gaunt, now a paler shade of green. 他看起来筋疲力尽，消瘦不堪，现在的绿色变得更苍白。 but he hadn\\u0027t died at the hands of Gohan\\u0027s cataclysmic power; quite the opposite. 但他没有死在悟饭毁灭性的力量之下，恰恰相反。
\\\how does it feel, kid?\\\ piccolo asked between coughs. “感觉如何，小子？”比克洛在咳嗽间问道。
\\\that power.\\\ “那种力量。”
Gohan stared at each palm. 悟饭凝视着他的每一只手掌。
For the first time, he could consciously feel the force of his hidden power within his veins, no longer beholden to his subconscious rage. 第一次，他能有意识地感受到自己血脉中隐藏的力量，不再受制于他的潜意识愤怒。
he could see everything around him clearly, knowing what was real, and what wasn\\u0027t. 他可以清晰地看到周围的一切，知道什么是真实的，什么不是。
the visions that haunted him; none of them had ever been real. 困扰着他的幻象；它们中没有一个是真实的。
If he kept a hold of himself and kept his focus on his goal, they never would be. 如果他能控制住自己，并专注于目标，它们永远不会成为现实。
And even if they did – piccolo was proof that it wasn\\u0027t the end. 而即使它们成为现实 - 比克洛就是证明，这并不是终点。
\\\It\\u0027s incredible.\\\ “太不可思议了。”
this was the power that could defeat Frieza at last. 这就是最终可以击败弗利萨的力量。 the terrible, destructive nature of the Saiyan race - only Gohan would wield it for good. 赛亚人种族可怕而具有毁灭性的本质 - 只有悟饭会将其用于善行。 to rid the universe of its lowest filth. 清除宇宙中最卑劣的污秽。
the fourteen-year-old half-Saiyan turned to piccolo, a stare of utmost determination painting his face into a majestic portrait. 这位十四岁的半赛亚人转向比克洛，满脸坚决的目光让他的面容变得庄严而壮丽。 Even piccolo was reduced to an awe-struck gasp. 甚至比克洛也被吓得屏住了呼吸。
\\\I\\u0027m Son Gohan. And I\\u0027m the Saiyan that\\u0027s gonna kill Frieza.\\\ “我是孙悟饭。 我就是那个要杀掉弗利萨的赛亚人。”
For a few moments, piccolo did nothing but blink. 片刻间，比克洛什么也没做，只是眨了眨眼睛。 Eventually, he stood back up, though his movements were labored. 最终，他重新站起来，尽管动作有些吃力。 his proud smirk, however, had nothing but power behind it. 然而，他自豪的傻笑中蕴含的只有力量。
\\\About damn time, runt.\\\ “该死的时间到了，小子。”
with a heavy swallow, piccolo ejected the four-star dragon ball from his mouth, placed it in hands, and set it down on the floor. piccolo用力咽了口唾液，将四星龙珠从嘴里吐出来，放在手中，然后放在地板上。