"You're moving as slow as a glacier," he responded. Pun fully intended. "Do you need help getting across?"

Piccolo stared at the bridge for a moment. It was kind of small but he hadn't thought of it as impossible to cross. The only reason it seemed smart to go one at a time was because it was made of ice. With his weight (and that of his weighted gear on) especially it was entirely possible the thing would crack and break entirely. He wasn't planning on crossing it anyway. He would just fly over once everyone else was safely across.