Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

All right, so this is a new story I came out with which is slightly AU-ish. But takes place with the main characters in their own AU.

The cover art is drawn by my sister.

Also mainly a kurumois story although has the side pairing of Kerotama and a bit of Gironatsu.

Mostly Kurumois and Kerotama.

Keroro sat by the controls of the spaceship he was in, navigating to Kululu as he drove.

"Are we almost there, Sarge?" Fuyuki asked, looking out the large windows and seeing all the stars firsthand.

"I would assume so," Dororo answered, smiling calmly.

The platoon's anniversary for their 6th year (no questions, please) on Pekopon was nearing and Tamama and Momoka had been the ones to suggest celebrating. Keroro seconded the motion very happily, even having eagerly decided to throw a party. But for any good party they needed supplies, and Keroro knew the perfect planet to buy party supplies on.

Fuyuki, of course, had begged to come along, and Keroro—being the decent friend he was—wasn't about to say no.

So, the entire platoon, plus Angol Mois and Fuyuki, had wasted no time in boarding a spaceship and heading off.

"So where are we headed, Uncle?" Angol Mois asked. She would follow her uncle wherever but she still hadn't been clued into the memo regarding where exactly they were going.

"Baccos. The party planet," Kululu answered, since Keroro was busy showing Fuyuki every star he could name.

"Baccos? Hmmm… like, why does that name sound familiar?" Angol Mois wondered aloud.

"Captian, I need you to navigate. You're the one seeing what's ahead of us and giving the directions, I'm just the one steering," Kululu reminded her.

"Just a sec!" Keroro promised.

"Did you hear Kululu, Keroro?" Giroro growled. He held a gun up to his commanding officer's head. "If you don't navigate, we might crash into an asteroid or something!"

"Just a second!" Keroro said again.

"I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere…. What were the coordinates, Kululu?" Angol Mois asked looking over to the yellow Keronian.

Kululu answered her in severe scientific gibberish. Mois frowned.

"Ah…." She thought for a moment. "Wait, isn't that…."

"Nobody cares, woman," Tamama growled. Mois shut up.

"I think we're close to our destination. I would appreciate it if you kept your eyes on the space road, Captian." Kululu barked another order.

"As I said before, just a second!" Keroro yelled back.

"I'm pretty sure Baccos is in the solar system which I destroyed the sun of…." Angol Mois spoke quietly so Tamama wouldn't get mad. Only Kululu picked up what she said.

"Wait, what?" Kululu spun around in his chair to face her. "But when you cause a supernova, the star creates…"

"…a black hole," Fuyuki finished, pale-faced. He was looking out of the window—at the very hole gaping before them.

Kululu was silent along with everyone else, until he rubbed his head in distress and said, "Captian, why didn't you see this thing approaching?" he demanded.

"Uh… I was looking out the other window. The more happy one," Keroro answered. Giroro face-palmed.

"You'd better navigate us out of this thing, quickly," he said to him.

"That's the thing. Ku, ku, ku. You can't fly out of a black hole. It just doesn't happen. Thanks for telling us about the destruction you caused for fun ahead of time, Mois," Kululu hissed sarcastically.

"You mean we're all going to die?" Tamama wailed.

"Probably. I don't exactly know what happens when you go inside a black hole. Nobody's really survived to say anything," said Kululu.

"I don't want to die, though!" Keroro wailed with Tamama.

"I'll have died never telling Natsumi that I love her!" Giroro cried.

Fuyuki was panicking as well. "Sarge! Do something!" he begged.

"We're getting pulled in. No matter how we use our ship's thrusters we can't break through." Kululu kept a cool, calm and collected head throughout this. He knew it probably wasn't going to go well, but possibly they might survive. Maybe he could use Angol Mois to fly out and make another black hole, canceling the two out. He didn't want to risk sending her out there, though. What if she got separated from the ship and he had overestimated her abilities?

"We have 30 seconds," Kululu finally said, "until we're completely sucked up."

"Think of something, Kululu!" Giroro ordered.

"I… I… I won't be able to see Lady Koyuki again…." Dororo sputtered.

Mois didn't see the big deal. "It will be all right. It's just a black hole."

The countdown began as the last ten seconds approached.

Ten.

"I… I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe for Natsumi, Fuyuki," Giroro told the boy.

Nine.

"That's all right, Corporal. You know, if we had lived I really would have liked you as a brother in law." Fuyuki shed a tear.

Eight.

"I'd just like to say, I'm totally homosexual!" Tamama announced.

Seven.

"WHAT," said Keroro.

Four.

"Gay as gay can be." Tamama looked proud of it.

Five.

"You can let us die now, Kululu." Keroro threw up his hands in defeat, feeling awkward.

Four.

"Lady Koyuki… I'm sorry" Dororo whispered.

Three.

"Ku, ku, ku." Kululu tried to think of anything to get them out of this situation.

Two.

"Angolians actually nullify black holes, so none of you are actually going to die," Mois admitted, but nobody heard her over Fuyuki, Keroro, and Tamama's screams.

One.

Giroro just squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hug Fuyuki. Keroro backed away from Tamama, and Dororo just silently cried. Kululu reached out and wrapped his hand around Angol Mois's who wasn't freaking out at all. He just looked into her eyes as they were all sucked up.

Giroro rubbed his head. The blurry place around him shifting into focus as he took in the ship's wreckage that surrounded him. Fuyuki lay next to him.

"Is this the afterlife?" Giroro asked, helping Fuyuki up.

"No." Fuyuki smiled widely. "I think we survived!"

"I told you nothing bad would happen." Mois stood up to brush herself off. Her hand let go of Kululu's, although he quickly snatched it away, anyway, pretending he had never even grabbed onto it.

"WHOA! We survived!" Keroro was so overjoyed that he hugged Tamama and Dororo, then paused and quickly retracted.

"Hahahaha…." Tamama trailed off, feeling awkward. "You know, Mister Sergeant, I was lying about everything I said…."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. I'll just pretend I never heard anything," Keroro answered honestly. He was good at forgetting things that might have been important to remember.

"The ship's dead," Kululu noted, seeing all the wreckage.

"What planet are we on?" Giroro asked, trying to take in his surroundings. The city they had landed on seemed to have not many inhabitants, and all the houses were wrecked. Smoke and dead carnage seemed to line the streets. Four floating droids that looked like eyes with tentacles turned to them.

As if by cue, the robots turned immediately to the group. "Pekoponians without identification detected. Orders: Exterminate."

"Oh frog," Keroro swore. "Run, Fuyuki!"

Fuyuki, getting up limply, tried to run.

Giroro took out his guns to shoot at the robots, but their bullet-proof metal seemed to deflect it.

"Keronian identified as Giroro," said a robot in its mechanical voice. "Orders: Exterminate."

"Where the heck are we?" Giroro yelled.

"Guys…. There's a giant statue of me." Keroro pointed to behind them, where a giant statue of him struck a pose.

"That's not important right now. These things are coming closer!" Giroro yelled.

"Maybe I can reprogram them. Ku, ku, ku… I just need to get closer," Kululu suggested.

"HEY!" A voice called off in the distance and the robots turned behind them. "Pick on something that's not completely defenseless when dealing with you." A pink-haired little boy, no older than seven, looked at them. In his hands were a rock and knife.

"Who's that?" Dororo asked. "We can't let that child get hurt!"

"Pekoponian without identification detected. Orders: exterminate." The robots floated closer, but the boy just blew raspberries at them expertly. As a metal tentacle lurched towards him, he jumped over it, stabbing the tentacle with his knife to sever it.

Dororo took a note from the kid. As another robot neared their own group, he lurched forward, stabbing, as well.

"Hey, hey, don't kill all of them! Ku ku ku. The technology fascinates me. Let me have a look." Kululu's inner scientist wanted to see this creation.

"Sorry. Too late," the little boy apologized after stabbing the last robot. "Momma has one at home though, if you wanna look." He tried to kick a robot away. "Anyways the streets are dangerous at this time. I can take you home and Momma can look at you." The boy shuffled his feet. "You've got a human with you so you can't be the bad Keronians."

"Um… little boy, what planet are we on?" Keroro asked him.

"Earth," the boy answered. "At least that's what momma calls it." He stuck out his hand. "Come on."

The group looked at each other and just followed the boy as he led the way.

"If we're on Earth, then… why is it all weird?" Fuyuki asked in a whisper as they walked through the streets. The boy opened a door to what looked like a basement, but was actually an underground entrance.

"Hmm…. There's been a theory regarding black holes and the speed of light," Kululu explained. "Apparently, going into them can cause time travel, but nobody has anything to prove that theory. Well, until now, that is! Ku, ku, ku."

"How far in the future did we jump, then?" Giroro asked.

"I can't tell you an exact estimation—but from my calculations, quite a bit. Perhaps this future is even one where we actually invaded? That would explain the statue of the Captian," he said.

"We're here," said the little boy. "Momma's gonna be mad at me, but hopefully she understands." He typed in a digit to a safe door. Screams could be heard from inside.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKING AFTER TERI!" a woman yelled.

"WELL SORRY I WAS FORTIFYING OUR DEFENSES! I GAVE THE KID A KNIFE AND TOLD HIM TO ENTERTAIN HIMSELF AS LONG AS HE DIDN'T LEAVE!" The second voice who yelled, a man's voice, was all too familiar to the group.

"Giroro?" Keroro said to himself.

"YOU'RE AN AWFUL FATHER! YOU GAVE MY SON A KNIFE?" the woman yelled again.

"I'm home, Mom." The little boy opened the door and ran to his mother.

"Teri!" A woman in about her mid-twenties—who actually resembled Natsumi quite a bit—grabbed the boy and hugged him. "Where were you?"

The man next to her, who was Giroro, froze.

"Teri, why are you with them?" He took out a gun and pointed it at the group, freezing the most when looking at himself.

"I have a kid with Natsumi?" Giroro just took a deep breath and fantasized. "Best future ever."

"Did you miss all the wreckage outside?" Dororo pointed out to him.

The other Giroro dropped his gun at Dororo's voice and ran up to him.

"Dororo?!" He hugged the blue Keronian, "I… I thought you were dead…. Why did you do that to us…?" He squeezed him tightly.

"What's going on? Why…. Oh god…. Teri, get behind me. It's him." Natsumi stared directly at Kululu.

"Ku, ku, ku. Yes, it's me, and I look fabulous. So I'm guessing unlike Giroro in this future I'm on the winning side?" Kululu asked.

"Future?" Natsumi looked at them strangely. Her brother did seem a lot younger, and there was more than one Giroro in the room… also there was Dororo, who was supposed to be dead.

"Sit down. We need to talk," the future Giroro ordered. "How the heck did you get here?" he asked.

"Mois made a black hole in the area that we were going to go, but forgot to tell us about her escapades," Kululu explained.

"Mois?" Natsumi looked at the girl. "I… I haven't seen you in such a long time." She smiled softly.

"Obviously a lot of bad things happened. Some of which I picked up is my death." Dororo seemed to feel a bit awkward about that fact.

"How are you going to get back to the past?" Natsumi asked.

"Uh…." Kululu was silent for a moment. "We haven't exactly thought that over yet. Time traveling on demand isn't exactly on my list of capabilities… and getting sucked into another black hole would only take us farther into the future. Ku, ku, ku…. At the moment we're stuck here," Kululu admitted. "Am I still alive in this future…? 'Cause if so, I could totally use another genius mind on my level or beyond to help me get us all back."

Natsumi and Giroro bit their lips and looked at each other awkwardly.

"Ku, ku, ku. Oh yeah, I forgot I'd have no loyalty to you Pekoponians and would have probably been on the winning side invading Pekopon," he recalled.

"Yeah. You actually… invaded a lot of the universe. Not just the planet," Natsumi admitted.

Kululu just clapped for himself.

"Well, besides Dororo's death I see nothing wrong with this future. Ku, ku, ku. I'm an evil genius dictator." He grinned.

"Hey!" Natsumi lurched up and punched Kululu in the face. "My entire species and people are in ruin! My mother is dead and my brother…. He's… different now. Everything is wrong!" she screamed at him.

"What happened to me?" Fuyuki put his hand to his mouth. "Did I invade, too…?"

"No." Natsumi answered, "You're part of the revolution against them. You…. Well, let's just say you hate the occult." She looked away from her brother and tried not to shed any tears, "The couple of years Giroro and I were under your service you brutally tortured Keronian children just to tick off the Keronians and make a stance. Any alien, you see, regardless of how innocent they are, you torture. Even the people close to you like me…. Well, when you realized I was taking time off to take care of Teri, you thought it would be best to kill him." Natsumi put her arms around her little boy. "You're almost as much of a monster as those frogs."

"Well." Fuyuki didn't know how to take this. "This is a shocker."

"What am I like? I want to know what I'm like!" Keroro was giddy with excitement, happy that he had invaded and not taking in the seriousness of the situation.

"You're the number one general of the invasion. I'm pretty sure you're Kululu's figurehead," Future Giroro answered. "I…. We used to be friends…. But not anymore, Keroro."

"Oh." Keroro was silent. "Kululu has power over me? Not cool." He was not impressed.

"Regardless of how evil a dictator I am, I'm probably still a genius. To get us out of your life, we need to find other me. Ku, ku, ku. Anyway, I can probably deal with him, because, well, he's me!" said Kululu.

"I wouldn't be too sure that you can deal with him," Tamama responded, "Jerk till the end, that's your motto, right?" he asked

Kululu nodded.

"Then wouldn't you try to jerk your past self around? Being a jerk till the end to yourself would be the absolute jerkiest thing for you to do!"

"True," said Kululu, "very true. Ku, ku, ku."

"We have to try, anyway," said Giroro. "I… I don't really want to destroy this future of Natsumi and me… and our child… but we've got to change it for it to be less painful to Natsumi. The only way to change the future is to go back to the past, correct?" he said.

"Correct. After all, I don't ever remember meeting my future self," Future Giroro responded.

"How do we find other Kululu, though?" asked Keroro. Natsumi pointed to a wrecked robot.

"Giroro's hypothesized that they connect to a database. If you can hack into it maybe you can find where Kululu's current location is?" she suggested.

"Ku, ku, ku. It would be my pleasure." Kululu cracked his knuckles and took a seat in front of the robot, looking rather excited to hack into something from the future. He grabbed the robot and hooked up his headphones to it to hack into the technology.

"So… uh, we're just all going to sit around and do nothing while he does that?" asked Keroro.

"I guess so, Uncle," Mois answered.

"Be quiet, I think we're all still mad at you for not speaking up about the oncoming black hole you made," Keroro shushed her.

"But…." Mois sighed. "…Okay."

"So…. Uh…." Giroro stood next to his future self, having a million questions, none of which were important to the apocalyptic world his future self lived in. "How long you and Natsumi been together?"

"9 years," Giroro answered. "We married 8 years ago."

"And how many years in the future are we?" Dororo asked.

"The year would be… 2017, I think," said Natsumi.

We're ten years in the future, then," Dororo said.

Keroro looked downward. "A lot has changed in a decade."

"Yeah," Fuyuki agreed.

"Blast it. He put a password up to access the database!" Kululu cursed in the background, "And knowing me, the password could be any number of things." Kululu began frantically typing on the touch screen.

After a few hours of silence and Giroro picking future Giroro's brains about anything he needed to know about taking care of a kid and being Natsumi's husband instead of asking important things like how to fight off killer robots, Kululu got up awkwardly.

"Ku, ku, ku…. I've narrowed it down to just number digits, but that's about it. Ku…. I don't know how long it is or what combination of numbers it is," he said. "Ugh. I thought about all the possibilities I could have thought of, but…. Ku, ku, ku…."

"Maybe it's a friend's phone number or identification number?" Keroro suggested awkwardly. "Like Saburo! Did you try his number?"

"Yes. Ku, ku, ku. I did." Kululu responded.

"What about Tororo's?" Keroro asked again

"He's not my friend, but I did try any number having to do with him," he said.

Future Giroro was silent for a moment.

"Did you try Mois's?" he finally asked in a quiet voice.

"Why would that be the password?" Kululu asked, "It's stupid enough to have someone's cell phone number as the password, but I doubt it's hers. I doubt it's anyone's phone number, actually. Ku, ku, ku."

"Did you try?" Giroro asked again. Kululu just gave him a superior look like his suggestion was stupid, but he typed in the number, anyway.

"Logged into database." The robotic voice gave a click as Kululu entered it in.

"Ku…. I guess your suggestion wasn't too stupid after all." He felt rather awkward about how he hadn't figured it out on his own. Thinking about it harder, he doubted that his future self would have forgotten the Lord of Terror's phone number, so it couldn't possibly be a coincidence that hers was the password for the database. "Ku, ku, ku…. Give me just a sec to find where my main place of operation is…." He was quiet for a moment as he located his base of operation. "Got any method of transportation?"

"A few motorcycles out through the back door," Natsumi answered casually.

"Ku, ku, ku…. All right. I've got the coordinates," he said.

"Um…." Giroro cleared his throat. "If you're going to try to convince your evil dictator self to help us… perhaps Dororo, Fuyuki, and I should stay back here with Older Me and Older Natsumi. I—I mean… Dororo's dead in this world… and from what I've heard, Fuyuki and I are against the invasion. It would just tick him off if we appeared," he explained.

"Fair point. Then Kululu, the Private, Lady Mois, and I shall venture forth!" Keroro struck a cool pose.

"Why does she have to come?" Kululu asked. Tamama nodded in agreement.

"Does Kululu still have that Lady-Mois-weakness thing?" Keroro asked Future Giroro.

"What weakness?" Kululu asked. He really didn't like that being brought up.

"I… I wouldn't know." Future Giroro seemed a bit down. "He…. He might."

"Then she's here in case something goes wrong when you negotiate with him," said Keroro. Kululu was silent. It seemed like a fair point. Future Kululu still seemed to remember her and have her in his thoughts.

"Ku, ku, ku…. From what you know, Future Me doesn't have any death wishes for Mois, does he?" Kululu asked. If he didn't, then he could probably use Mois as like a secret weapon in case anything went wrong.

"The last time we talked about her, you didn't," Future Giroro answered. "But… that was nine years ago."

"She's not married to Mister Sergeant, is she?" Tamama asked. "'Cause she better not be. JEALOUSY!"

"Uh…. No, she's not. I can assure you of that," said Future Giroro.

"Aw…." Mois looked down glumly.

"Ku, ku, ku. That doesn't matter. All that really matters at the moment is going to get Older Me to try to work with us," said Kululu.

"Yeah. Could you lead us outside, Master Natsumi?" Keroro asked. Natsumi nodded awkwardly and pried open the back door.

"There should be three Keronian-sized motorcycle out there that you can use," she said to him.

Keroro face-palmed. "Crap. I don't know how to drive one of those."

"You guys can ride on my Lucifer Spear if you want. I wouldn't mind," said Mois.

"I can drive," Tamama volunteered, even though he had no idea how to drive a motorcycle. "Just don't ride with that woman!"

"Ku, ku, ku, I could probably figure out how to operate one but it's easier to ride with her," Kululu responded.

Angol Mois smiled and nodded. She transformed and hopped onto her Lucifer Spear, Kululu doing the same, except the transforming part.

After Tamama successfully taught Keroro what not to do, the two of them were riding off with them as Kululu gave the coordinates to the base.

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