Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, nor do I own Harry Potter. This doesn't really have any Harry Potter in it, but, to be fair, it was the inspiration. It's perfectly enjoyable whether you've read the book or not, though. Anyway, I would also like to say that this is the real "You Left This," which I abandoned a while back. And instead of the ridiculous seven-plus-chapter idea, this is going to be a pure-and-simple threeshot. Oh, and a quick overview of Presidents and Assholes for those unfamiliar, Presidents and Assholes is a card game, and pretty much all you need to know is that each round, a player is assigned to be President, if you're President you get to instate one new rule, and if a rule is broken, the player has to drink. Are you ready? Good! Let's go.

Chapter 1

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Goten rolled his eyes as he walked past the booths selling stuffed animals, chocolates, and jewelry. It was Valentine's Day to many, but to Goten, the anniversary of the day he truly realized he was in love with Trunks. Goten's face twitched into a frown involuntarily as he thought about this, walking past a woman he recognized as a Wal-Mart checkout cashier with beads and coins in her hair, pretending to read Tarot cards for an eagerly listening couple.

A pastel-blue stuffed kitten caught his eye, and he went over to poke it to test its softness. He then paused for a moment, deciding whether he should get it for Trunks. He liked getting things for Trunks, but he had to make them seem like friendly, rather than romantic, gestures. Goten will see him tonight. He actually would anyway, because they tend to drink beer and watch movies every Friday. But as it was Valentine's Day, they decided to have a sort of "Fuck Valentine's Day" party. This day, of all days, caused him to think of Trunks more, and it was this fact that made him so susceptible to the gypsy-dressed woman's selling tactics.

Her booth was not so much a booth as a tent, the color and texture of nude stockings, with the same sort of coins and beads hanging on the sides. A woman with a gown made of what looked like a brown version of the same material as the tent, asked if he needed any help, to which Goten shook his head. Inside the shelves were stocked with a disorganized array of knickknacks and strange vials that resembled emptied-out and refilled cologne bottles. On the sides of many was a piece of masking tape with the name of the potion. Goten hesitantly picked up a bottle with a pale pink liquid inside, opened it and sniffed it. It smelled slightly of lilac and mown grass. Goten cocked his eyebrow, turned to the woman, and asked, "What flavor is this?"

"I'm sorry, flavor?"

"Yeah, you know, I was thinking it would be strawberry or cherry, since it's pink."

"It's not a sweet, young man. It's a very powerful Love Potion."

Goten looked back down at the vial in his hand, sure enough, the masking tape did have the words "LOVE POTION" scrawled onto it hastily.

"Love Potion?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, and a fast-acting one, at that. You should see results in about five minutes, and lasts for a full month."

"Ha, thanks but no thanks, ma'am," Goten replied, replacing the vial on the shelf.

"Young man, am I right in assuming that you are… single?"

"… Yes," Goten answered in an isn't-that-obvious tone.

"Yes, otherwise, I imagine you might've brought someone. I also suspect that there is someone for whom you pine. Someone you're waiting to respond to your advances."

"… Yes," Goten replied, a little surprised she knew this, but also a little annoyed at how personal she was getting. He began to make his way out of the door.

"Of course, a handsome young man like yourself can't be single for long unless he chooses to be," she replied with what came off as almost a cunning smile, like she knew he was being suckered in.

Goten tried to refuse acknowledging this compliment, but stayed rooted to the spot where she paid it to him.

"You're steadfast and you don't give up, young man. I admire that. I will make it clear, that the potion does not create love; it merely creates a sort of infatuation with you. But, it may be a nudge in the right direction," she said with an amused grin and a lightning-fast wink. "And even if it's not, you can still have the month together."

She waited for Goten to ponder over it. Goten's eyes moved over the room, staring at the curious objects sprawled on the shelves. Finally, he asked "How much is it?"

"It's twenty-two dollars. A bargain, really."

Goten's mouth twitched a little, but, after another second of pondering, grabbed his wallet, pulled out twenty-two dollars, and grabbed the vial. Taking the money, the woman smiled and said, "You won't be disappointed." Goten smiled back nervously in response and began to make his way to the exit, with the cologne bottle of Love Potion entirely inside his left hand.

"Make sure he drinks it all, young man," the woman called out. Goten looked back over his shoulder and nodded quickly. It wasn't until he was out of the tent and away from the strip of booths that he noticed she had said he.

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While an assortment of cheesy love songs played in the background, Trunks, Marron, Bra, and Goten danced, talked, laughed, and drank. After everyone had had a few, they started to play "Presidents and Assholes," (a drinking game with cards) which provided him with the ideal opportunity. During a shuffle, the Asshole of the round (Trunks) ordered Goten to get beers for everyone, and, as that is the Asshole's right, he did so.

He grabbed four bottles, opened them all, and took a healthy sip from one of them. He then reached into his pocket, popped open the bottle and sniffed the liquid again. It still smelled of lilac and mown grass, and he had no idea how Trunks was going to not notice it. Nonetheless, he poured the entirety of its contents into the emptier bottle. Shaking it for its last few drops, he threw away the vial, picked up the four beers (keeping the Love Potion one in his left hand), and returned to the game table, handing Trunks his first.

Until Trunks finished his beer, Goten kept eyeing him to see how much he had left. The gypsy said it would take five minutes. What would he do when it hit him? Would Trunks sweep the card table clean and begin making love to him? Goten shook his head and chuckled a little at the thought, sipping his beer. Trunks then pointed at Goten, and Goten froze.

"You didn't pull the man off."

"Oh shit," Goten replied, remembering that a President had introduced a rule in which you must pretend to pull an invisible man off of the top of your beer before drinking. He proceeded to pull the invisible man off and took his penalty sip. "Well, you have to drink for pointing."

"Oh yeah," replied Trunks, doing the same. "Well, you drink for swearing!"

Goten pulled the invisible man off and drank again. This game has a lot of rules when you play it for too long, he thought to himself, smiling. Trunks smiled back at him. Goten's cheeks turned a little pinker than they already were from alcohol.

They finished the hand shortly afterwards, and Trunks, having finally finished his drink due to a few more penalty calls from Goten, went to get drinks for himself and Goten, the only other one to have finished. He came back into the room and placed his hand gently on Goten's back as he placed the beer in front of him. A warm shiver ran down his spine as he took a sharp intake of breath, surprised at the contact. When they had become teenagers and stopped sparring as much, they rarely touched each other, in any way.

"Trunks…" Goten began.

"Goten,…" he replied, smiling.

Goten shook his head, unable to speak, but wanting to say "Nothing." He turned back to the table and saw Marron dealing out cards. Trunks went back to his seat, but instead of sitting down, made an elaborate show of yawning and exclaimed, "Well, I'm beat, I think I'm gonna call it a night."

"Aw, come on Trunks, just a few more hands?" pled Marron. Trunks shot her a look that screamed "no" without his having to say a word. "Oh, all right. Bra, do you want to come over to my house? We can finish playing there and maybe invite a couple of guys."
"Sure, sounds good," replied Bra.

"Great!" Trunks said, beaming. "Great," he reiterated. "Well, we won't keep you."

Goten got up as well, and Trunks looked back at him, and then to the card table. Goten promptly sat back down as Trunks showed the girls out. When they were out of the house, Trunks rounded on Goten and smiled a broad smile that he looked like he was trying to restrain.

"Hey, Goten. Want to come up to my room?"

"… Your room? I thought you said you were going to bed."

"I just wanted them out of the house. Friday's just our night, though, you know?"

"Yeah," Goten said smiling. It couldn't be… the potion was working? Goten concentrated on not getting his hopes up.

"Come on, we can watch a movie or something."

They made their way up to Trunks's room and Trunks popped in the first movie on the shelf, which Goten didn't know the name of and didn't watch enough of to find out. No more than five minutes after they got there, Trunks, in a manner that he must have thought was casual, said that it was hot, and took off his shirt, leaving him in an undershirt and pants. Goten stole peeks at the outlines of his muscular chest while he was sure Trunks's eyes were on the screen.

Goten was becoming increasingly aware that the Love Potion must have taken effect. Deciding to test his boundaries, and feigning sleepiness or drunkenness, he leaned his head on Trunks's shoulder. Trunks was quick to react, petting and scratching the back of Goten's head. After a few minutes of that, Goten looked up into his eyes, and they slowly edged toward each other, before crashing their lips into each other. Pulling back for a second at first, both shocked at the step they had just taken, Trunks leaned back in and kissed Goten on the cheek, and then again on the lips. Trunks pulled his undershirt off, and Goten his T-shirt. They continued to kiss and explore each other with their hands until the drowsiness really had sunken in and both curled up, Goten using one of Trunks's arms as a pillow.

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That night Goten dreamt about Trunks, which was not at all unusual. However, this was not a happy dream, as they usually were. From what he could recall, Trunks stood tall on a pillar and looked angry, his face cast in shadow. "You tricked me," he bellowed.

"No, I didn't," Goten whimpered.

"Then what's this?" he asked, pulling out a bottle of beer.

"Beer?" he asked.

"Beer, you say?" he yelled back, turning the beer upside down as a pinkish liquid smelling of mown grass and lilac poured endlessly from the bottle.

"I'm sorry!" screamed Goten desperately.

Trunks scoffed and dropped the bottle so that it just missed Goten.

"Trunks!" Goten pled, but Trunks turned away. "Trunks!" he repeated.

And then Trunks turned back toward Goten, with a frantic expression on his face, "What? Are you OK?"

And Goten woke up.

The real Trunks repeated "Are you OK?"

Goten gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah," he replied, nodding his head to reiterate.

"Aw, sweetie, did you have a nightmare?" Trunks asked, with the winning smile returned to his face.

Goten nodded and smiled, knowing that Trunks wasn't mad with him. At least not yet. He would enjoy this while he could. Trunks hugged him and he squeezed back.

"What do you want to do today, Goten?"

Goten shrugged his shoulders, still unable to stop smiling. Trunks kissed him on the lips, having the same smiling problem.

However, Goten thought to himself, only he suffers from the guilt of forcing Trunks to be infatuated with him. There was some niceness to it coupled with the horrible discomfort of knowing that it's all artificial, all fake, this relationship he was starting.

Nonetheless, he reasoned, no point wasting 29 days with Trunks as a boyfriend. He smiled again, pushing the guilt out of his mind for the time being, and gave Trunks a kiss back.

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End Chapter 1.

To come in Chapter 2, Goten continues to feel guilty. Will he tell Trunks the truth about giving him the Love Potion? Would Trunks even believe him? Find out in Chapter 2!