\"在晚上为他盖被子,给他塞食物,而我却睡在岩石上,吃着真他妈的垃圾。
Out of any serviceable answer, Goku frowned with his eyes on Gohan\u0027s boots.
在任何可以给出的合适答案之外,悟空皱着眉头,眼睛盯着悟饭的靴子。
\"What are you even doing here?\" Gohan\u0027s voice came out like a pipe being squeezed.
\"你到底在这里干什么?\"悟饭的声音像被挤压的管道一样。
\"You\u0027ve got your perfect little angel that\u0027ll never bee a monster like your first son.
\"你有一个完美的小天使,永远不会像你的第一个儿子那样变成怪物。
So do us both a favor and stop trying to figure me out.
所以给我们俩一个忙,别再试图摸清我的底细。
\" Gohan turned around and marched to Capsule Corp\u0027s entrance without looking back.
\"悟饭转过身,毫不回头地走向胶囊公司的入口。
He felt Goku\u0027s Ki drift away from the city; even worse, he could feel the sadness in his spirit.
他感觉到悟空的气息离开了城市,更糟糕的是,他可以感受到他的精神中的悲伤。
But his father\u0027s hurt feelings were paltry pared to the anger boiling inside Gohan.
但他父亲的受伤感相比悟饭内心沸腾的愤怒来说微不足道。
He kicked the door open, nearly knocking it off the hinges and headed for wherever he sensed Bulma\u0027s ki.
他一脚踹开门,差点将它撞掉门轴,然后朝着他感受到布尔玛气息的地方走去。
She was in the living room sitting on the couch with a pink bucket in one hand and a remote control in the other, pointed at the black TV screen across from her against the burgundy wall.
她 坐 在 客 厅 里 的 沙 发 上 ,一 只 手 拿 着 一 个 粉 红 色 的 桶 ,另 一 只 手 拿 着 遥 控 器 ,对 着 对 面 的 黑 色 电 视 屏 幕 ,墙 壁 是 酒 红 色 的 。
\"Bulma!\" Gohan yelled to her surprise.
“布 尔 玛 !” 悟 饭 吼 道 ,让 她 吃 惊 。
\"What\u0027s up?\"
“怎 么 了 ?”
\"Where the hell are your smokes?\" Gohan\u0027s voice was labored as he looked around the room frantically.
“你 的 烟 到 底 在 哪 里 ?”悟 饭 的 声 音 带 着 劳 累 ,他 着 急 地 四 处 看 着 房 间 。
Bulma sighed and sat the bucket down on the table.
布 尔 玛 叹 了 口 气 ,把 桶 放 在 桌 子 上 。
\"Okay, now I\u0027m just not giving them to you because procuring cigarettes to a minor is illegal and my vagina will be the top meal in prison.\"
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