"If you can get my wrists..." Trunks offered, trying to shift a bit so she could see the problem. In addition to tying him from chest to knee, George had managed to get Trunks' arms behind him, wrists bound at the small of his back. It didn't exactly offer him much leverage, not that he was having much luck moving anyways.

Unfortunately, there was not much room at all in the storage space now that they were both in there. Even if he weren't tied up, it would be difficult to avoid contact. Right then Trunks was too frustrated-angry to be too aware of that close-ness.