Trunks watched as Goten ran off, his every step leaving a huge footprint radiating cracks in the concrete. This was so unfair. Goten was an unstoppable force of power and he, Trunks, was reduced to nothing more than his plaything. Who knew what Goten would do to him when he got back? Who knew what kind of damage he would cause? The answer to that question was soon answered as Trunks saw Goten kick a building, laughing as he saw it crumble. Luckily, it was an office building and no one was in it at this time of night, but there was no guarantee the next one wouldn't be an apartment complex. As Trunks watched, Goten got down on his hands and knees and started playing with the cars, running them down the roads and crashing them into each other. Trunks sighed, wincing as he felt the bruises rising on his poor beaten body. Goten had really given him a run for his money. If they had been on equal terms there was no way Goten would've won. It all came right back down to his first thought as this whole thing had started. This wasn't fair.

Suddenly, a thought came to Trunks. There was a way to make this fair. What had caused all this in the first place? The size gun! With it, he would be able to even the playing field. Trunks grinned evilly as he imagined Goten as the one beneath his feet! Yes, with that gun Trunks would be in control and things would finally be going his way! There was only one problem. Well, actually two problems. First, there was no guarantee that the gun hadn't been destroyed after Goten's growth spurt. His huge body may very well have crushed it to pieces. Second, even if it was intact Trunks had no idea where it was. This was less of a problem though, as it couldn't have gone far. Trunks slowly floated in the air and looked around trying to decide how wide of a radius he should check. Well, when the gun went off, Trunks remembered Goten flying backward. At that time, he was pretty sure he still had the gun in his hand. He had collapsed after stumbling backward a few steps, and Goten had pretty much just grown around him, his legs on either side. That meant the gun would've been knocked out of his hand when he fell. Coming to this conclusion, Trunks landed in the spot where he had been knocked unconscious. Now, Goten had woken up and they had moved around slightly, probably, at most, sixty feet in either direction. Assuming the gun hadn't got kicked around or covered in rubble by Goten, the gun would have to be either a few feet from the spot he fell unconscious at least, or within a sixty foot radius of the point he had fallen unconscious at most. Trunks began to search, being sure to not miss a single spot as he walked slowly around the spot he had fallen unconscious, widening the circle as he continued moving. His heart was pounding as he searched, occasionally stealing glances at Goten who was still playing around, knocking down buildings, kicking cars, and playing with a late night train. It was a race against time. Would Goten come back before he had time to find the gun? Or would Trunks find it and gain the upper hand? Only time would tell.