Trunks returned to the #17 mansion with the Dragon Radar. Everybody was there except for Marron. This Trunks noticed. "Where's Marron?" he asked.
"Went out for a walk in the city or somewhere," Goten answered, between scoops of ice-cream. Pan and Bra were covered with ice-cream smudges too, while #17 was engrossed in the other #17's magazine collection. Evidently, he had found a side of himself he never thought he had before, and his android eyes glinted in pleasure at the thought of what he'd do with the collection belonging to the other version of himself, while he was here. The demi and quarter Saiyajins were engrossed in their own pleasures too, namely food, and didn't notice this.
"Oh," Trunks shrugged. "Well, I got the radar." He showed them the radar in his hand. "We can start searching anytime you guys are ready."
He went over to the dinner table while Goten and the girls finished up. Trunks pulled out a chair and sat down. Hmm... The french fries and ice-cream looked good. He had refrained from eating too much at Bulma's place just now in order not to arouse suspicion to his real identity. So now he he freely joined in the feast.
"You know," he said, dipping a french fry into the ice-cream tub, "Apparently, this timeline's version of my mother has a daughter called Bra. And she looks just like you," he pointed his ice cream-dipped french fry at his sister.
"Really?" Bra asked. "Yeah. I thought it was you at first," Trunks said.
"Well, Bra-chan and me are a lot alike, aren't we Bra-chan?" Goten patted Bra's head affectionately. "I look exactly like my father when I was small too."
"She's got a son too," Trunks continued. "And guess what his name is."
"Trunks?" Pan guessed.
"Yeah," Trunks nodded, grinning. "I didn't get to meet him though. I'd love to see what he's like."
"Probably just like Yamucha with purple hair," Goten speculated.
"You're probably right," Trunks said. He looked at the empty ice-cream tubs and french fries and pizza wrappings on the table. "OK. You guys go get cleaned up. #17, get ready. We'll start searching for the Dragon Balls in 10 minutes. Robot, clean up this table." He gave orders.
While the others got themselves ready, Trunks examined the radar. He pushed the button. Nothing showed on the screen. He frowned. He tried again, and a third time, but still, nothing happened. He took out a screwdriver and opened the radar, careful not to touch any of the components inside. He looked through the complex circuitry looking for obvious faults like a loose wire or faulty components. But there wasn't any, as far as he could see. Trunks was good in electronics, having spent all his life surrounded by Capsule Corporation's technology, but he wasn't (yet) a genius like his mother. And the Dragon Radar was certainly one of Bulma's most ingenious creations.
Trunks sat there thinking, tapping the screwdriver on the table absently. Presently, Goten and the others came. Goten noticed the look on his best friend's face. "What's wrong, Trunks?" he asked.
Trunks looked up. "The radar's not picking up any signal. It must be broken." They all looked at him.
"What are you going to do now?" #17 asked.
"Take it back to Bulma and ask her to repair it. Damn, I should've checked it before I left," Trunks said. He looked at his watch. It was still early in the afternoon. "I better go now. I might still be able to catch her before she closes her office."
He got up. Taking the radar with him, he walked to the nearest window. "See you later guys. Hopefully this won't take too long." He waved as he flew out.