Hey Sgt. Frog Fans! Apparently the community is becoming a little more active, which is good. I originally posted this on DA but a Sgt. Frog fan suggested I share it here instead. Sure, why not? I only decided to share it here because the last chapter may have suggestive scenes, like my other story from another fandom - Confession.
Anyways, enjoy this fic! I wrote this for my own entertainment mostly but of course anyone is allowed to do so in reading this too.
Pairings (Before you read):
KeroTama
GiroNatsu
DoroKoyu
KuruMois
FuyuMomo
And a not-so-special guest, which might be obvious when the time comes.
It was another night at the – wait this isn't the Hinata household. The girls decided to go on a night out in the hot springs and stay in a hotel for a few days, courtesy of Momoka. Yet it didn't turn out like they hoped as Momoka dragged Fuyuki along while Mois wanted to bring her 'Uncle', who in turn brought his entire platoon. Aki couldn't come because of work, but trusted they'd do the right thing. Of course, this was years later. Everyone was finally old enough to drink whatever, whenever… with their friends and family in the right place at the right time. And so they did. Poor Natsumi couldn't bring Saburo since he was too busy doing other errands, such as posing as his alter ego.
"Line up, everyone. Tonight, we drink like REAL adults!" Keroro spoke with pride.
"No more passing out on the spot," Dororo added.
"No regrets!" Giroro went on.
"No rules!" Tamama stepped in, given that he's still a tadpole.
"Ku, ku, ku!" Kururu finished.
"Do I have to agree with this?" Fuyuki asked timidly.
"That's right. You're a man now, sir! You need to learn that parties are no longer about colas, snacks, and presents-" Keroro paused before Tamama's sudden outburst.
"NO MORE COLA?! NO MORE SNACKS!? THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
"Tamama's right, Sarge. We're never too old for those kinds of parties. Some people choose not to drink at all."
"Well, when you put it that way," Keroro placed his hand on his chin, something Joriri would do. "You may drink when you're ready. BUT! I cannot spare you if you get called a wuss if anyone gets too drunk."
"I'll take that comment anyday."
"Should we go get our share of drinks from the girls?" Dororo asked.
Giroro nodded. "Sure."
Upon arrival. Everyone froze.
In shock,
At what they saw.
There were empty bottles lying around the floor. The scent of sake filled the room. And in that room were Natsumi, Koyuki, Momoka and Mois, scattered on the floor.
In other words, they're drunk.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" they all shouted in unison, observing each of their reactions.
"Oi, where's my sake!? I order you to get more – NOW!" said an enraged inner Momoka. She sat on the tatami floor, cross-legged, with a dark aura forming behind her. The empty wine bottle she held was now broken by her bare fist. Fuyuki and Tamama held each other in fear.
"Momo-chi, you look… different," Tamama whispered shakily, his eyes obviously dilated whenever he sees this side of her.
"You're so funny when you're angry! Please… say more words!" laughed Natsumi. Giroro shuddered. She was experiencing a similar effect to the Burei Cola she drank ages ago. By the way, he still made no progress. So sad.
"N-N-Natsumi!? What's happened to you!?" Giroro stammered rhetorically.
"Their curiosity must've gotten the better of them," Dororo guessed while stuck in a full-blown panic.
"Stop saying those mean things, Natsumi! You're only making it worse," Koyuki cried hysterically.
"E-eh?! Koyuki-dono?!" Dororo gasped. Koyuki seldom cried! In fact, he probably never saw her cry until now. Oh the wasted years…
"Lovey-dovey with Uncle…" sang Mois in an oddly flirtatious voice. Tamama's inner jealousy started to arise.
"HOW DARE THAT WOMAN THINK ABOUT MY SERGEANT LIKE THAT!" he spat viciously.
"Tch, doesn't she have anything else to say besides those incestual comments?" Kururu hissed. Albeit she and Keroro were never related, it still disturbs the watchers every time she says that.
"Ahaha, look the boys have arrived!" Natsumi giggled.
"WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!?" Giroro cried out.
"Someone call a caretaker, we are NOT letting drunk women take over this hote—KERO!" Keroro screamed before having his head hit by an empty bottle.
"Do that and I'll have Paul send his troops to annihilate you!" Momoka roared. Mois stepped in and groggily grabbed her arms before she could throw another bottle.
"Momoka stop hurting my 'Uncle'! He's mine," Mois begged.
"NO HE'S NOT!" Tamama snapped. "HE'S MINE! MINE!"
"Don't butt in!" Momoka argued.
"Nishizawa-san…" Fuyuki whispered incredulously. So this is the true Momoka… isn't it? Why was he so attracted to it?
"I'm sorry mama I tried to tell dada but Giroppi wouldn't let me," Keroro mumbled giddily.
"I'll uh… take Serge out to cool off… you all have fun I guess!" Tamama let out one final laugh before closing the door on them.
"TAMAMA, YOU BASTARD, YOU JUST DUG OUR GRAVES!" Giroro roared while banging on the door. Meanwhile Dororo was still recovering from shock, while Kururu was somewhat relieved now that Keroro wasn't around. The Sergeant Major took out that same video camera he used for his perverted ambitions.
"This'll make a great season finale for Natsumi's Secret Vacation. Ku, ku, ku, ku," he mumbled evilly.
Once again, the Platoon was stuck between a rock in a hard place.
"You could say stuck between a rock in a hot spring!" - Mois.