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I don't own Keroro or Dragonball. I never have and never will (but if I did, I'd bring both of them back on TV first thing...WE NEED THE TWO BEST ANIME SERIES EVER BACK!)

Present day...

...Huh...Looks like I can foretell the future...neat...

YEAAAAAH! DBZ AND KERORO ARE COMING BACK TO TV THIS SPRING! HAPPY DAY, BABY! HAPPY DAY! LET'S START THE SHOW!

THE FINALE: Part 2

Keroro continued to rush through the forest, not caring about where he was headed. He knew he needed to find somewhere private to finally summon the dragon and make his wish to, at last, take over Pekopon.

"Has he seriously already forgotten that he doesn't know how to use the balls?" the narrator asked.

Keroro balanced the pyramid stack of balls in his arms to the best of his abilities, trying desperately to hold onto them while also trying to move quickly. Getting these balls somewhere safe was currently all he cared about.

'I can't believe this is the closest I've ever come to conquering Pekopon! I'm not letting it escape from me this time!' he thought. All the years of being told how much of a screw-up he was, by both his friends and his platoon members, was slowly eating away at his heart. No matter how close they come to actually succeeding, no matter how many times they almost take over, he's always talked down to or beaten up for it in the end. Whether it be by Natsumi for trying to invade, Giroro for always failing, or anyone else who hated his guts for their own reasons, it was always him who received the punishment.

'I don't need them! They don't understand how hard I work! How much I do for them! Well, they can all go to hell! When I'm finally in charge of this damn planet, and the rest of you are all stuck in prison or being sent to be executed, along with everyone else who has ever been crude to me in the past, THEN we'll see who's the screw-up!'

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when another powerful vibration shook the ground around him, knocking him off balance and causing the balls to fall out of his hands and scatter. He immediately got on his knees and crawled as many as he could back into his arms. He almost had all seven back before he heard something large and metallic slam into the ground behind him. Turning his head around, he dropped the dragonballs in fear when he saw the edge of a pitch-black scythe jabbed into the ground just inches from his back.

His eyes followed the weapon as it pulled itself out of the ground and twirled in the air above his head. Switching his attention from the scythe to its wielder, he could see that it was the same women who had tried to abduct him earlier. Only instead of a cheerful smile, she had a threatening scowl over her face as she stared furiously down at Keroro.

"You won't get away this time!" she yelled. Holding her scythe in one hand, she raised her other hand up and quickly snapped her fingers, causing a blue, translucent orb to float out of the dark trees and into her hand. Staring at the strange orb, Keroro's jaw dropped when he saw who she was carrying inside.

"Private Tamama!" Keroro screamed, starstruck that this women had been carrying him around with her for all this time.

Hearing that familiar voice, the sleeping Tamama's eyelids suddenly sprung open, seeing his beloved Sargent standing only a few feet away from him.

"Gunso-san!" Tamama joyfully yelled, pressing his palms up against the walls or the orb.

Angol Death smiled at the young Keronian's sigh of affection and relief as she quickly closed the palm of her hand, causing the orb to dissipate and Tamama to fall into her arms. She held the Private tightly as he struggled to escape, wrapping her arm around his waist and pinning the edge of her scythe up against his neck.

"Tamama!" Keroro fearfully screamed, running up to help his Private. Angol Death brought her leg up and kicked Keroro backwards into a nearby tree as Tamama closed his eyes at the sight of his Sargent's pain.

"Try that again and you're friend pays for it!" she ordered, pushing her scythe closer into Tamama's neck, causing him to sorely gag.

Getting back on his feet, Keroro looked down at the pile of scattered dragonballs that were sitting just a few feet away from him. He couldn't let this entire ordeal become just another invasion plan that's taken away from him just when he's at his closest of completing it. Looking back up at the women with his Private's life in her hands, he decided that if he was going to complete this invasion, that it was time to stop running and just comply with whatever she wanted of him.

"Alright. You win. Just tell me what you want." he said, staring eye to eye with Angol Death.

Death smiled. "Good frog. Now listen closely. To make sure you don't escape from me again, I'll make you a deal. You give yourself up to me now, and your little black friend here gets to keep his head. Try to run away again, and I'll kill your precious Private right here in front of you. So what's it gonna be, Sargent? You or him?"

"Goten! GOTEN, COME BACK!" Trunks screamed into the deep forest. Goku had given him the simple job of watching over his son while he fought, and Trunks already lost him in the first ten minutes. He wanted to go into the forest and look for him, but he still had an unconscious father he had to look after. Receiving no reply from his friend, Trunks gave up and turned his attention back to his father, who he saw was just now waking up.

"Dad!" Trunks yelled as he ran over to his father, placing his arm over Vegeta's shoulders and helping him back onto his feet.

Vegeta's eyes twitched open as he felt the Earth under him shake. Looking up to the skies, he also noticed the flashing lights up in the distance, along with the constant screams that came before each flash.

"Kakarot is up there, isn't he?!" Vegeta said, sensing out his rival's energy. Trunks looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah. After you fell unconscious, he put me in charge of watching you and keeping you safe." Trunks answered. Vegeta grunted in response, throwing Trunks' arm off of his shoulder and standing up straight.

"I don't need to be looked after like a small child! Who does he think he is throwing me out of the battle like that!? I'll kill that overgrown green freak myself!" he yelled, bending his knees and preparing to take off towards the battle.

His body suddenly hesitated when he felt a familiar power signature coming from inside the forest not too far from where he was standing. It wasn't as strong as before, but it was definitely there. Recalling a battle he fought earlier today, he knew exactly whose power it was the second he noticed it.

'It's...that pestilent alien women from before. The one who wore all black and carried that sharp weapon.' Vegeta thought, remembering the quarrel he had with her when the first fleet of aliens showed up. Taking a quick look at his left arm, he stared at the stab wound he had received after she used her weapon to cut into his flesh. Cauterized blood covered the outside of the wound to create the illusion of a scar. He placed his hand over it, slightly stinging himself with contact, as he peered off to where the energy was coming from.

He cursed himself under his breath for allowing her to get away. He would usually never let anyone who injured him like this get away without learning their lesson. Constantly changing his attention from his arm to where he could sense she was standing, he made the decision that he would go ahead and let Kakarot deal with this monster while he dealt with more personal matters.

"Dad?" Trunks asked, walking to his father's side as a loud gust of wind erupted from the battle, turning the air around them all the more cold. After a few seconds of silence, Vegeta faced Trunks with a look of determination and seriousness.

"Trunks...you stay here! Listen to Kakarot's advice and stay out of trouble." he told his son before immediately taking off into the forest, leaving Trunks now fully alone. The boy stood completely frozen as his face turned blank and his string-like hair blew fluently against the icy wind.

Keroro stood there, carefully going over his options. He couldn't just give himself to this women and let himself be killed. He had to get his wish done and complete the invasion. But Tamama had always looked up to Keroro like an idol. Ever since the first time they met, Tamama was always by his side, protecting him from everything and everyone and going along with every plan he's ever made, even when he knew it wouldn't work. The Private was like a little brother to him. But now given the opportunity, could he really let Tamama die for him if it meant finally conquering Pekopon? Was Tamama just like the rest of his platoon? Was he expendable? Was he worth sacrificing? Keroro couldn't decide. But knowing that this women was certainly loosing her patience, he knew he had to make his decision now.

Angol Death stood quietly, growing tired of watching Keroro stand there in deep thought. All she wanted to do was kill him, and she began to wonder why she was just making it difficult for herself. Ever since she came to this planet, she's wanted him to have the worst possible death she could think of, hoping that even if Mois were to somehow really return from the dead, at least she wouldn't be so cheerful and pleasant all the time knowing that her precious 'Uncle' was gone. But after going through everything she's had to deal with since arriving, she was beginning to grow annoyed and felt like just finishing him and everyone else on this planet off now. She menacingly growled at Keroro's stalling thoughts as the Tamama in her arms had a devilish smile on his face.

'Stupid woman! You don't know anything! My Gunso-san would never let anything bad happen to me! He cares about me too much to let someone like you hurt me! You're threats are pathetic!' he happily thought.

Keroro, after eventually coming to his final conclusion, knelt his head down as his body began to shake. Tamama and Death looked at him with stale expressions before Keroro finally spoke in a sobbing tone.

"Tamama. I'm...I'm sorry!" he yelled as he dashed towards the dragonballs.

Tamama stared in shock at his beloved Sargent's decision to abandon him over conquest. Angol Death put on a horrid grin as Tamama burst into tears."GUNSO-SAN, HOW COULD Y-?!"

With a quick swing of her sharp scythe, the Private's head was instantly cut loose from his body, his blood spraying wildly out of his neck and onto her smiling face.

Keroro ignored the sound of Tamama's haunting scream, along with the guilt of being partially responsible for his Private's violent death, as sped himself up towards the dragonballs with a strange lust for power taking over his better judgement, turning him into the invader that he had spent his entire life being trained to one day become.

With the dragonballs just inches away from him, Angol Death dropped the severed remains of the young Keronian and jumped towards the Sargent, ready to finish him off and feel the sweet sensation of having his blood on her hands.

Angol Death laughed, feeling overjoyed that her plan had finally come full circle. She already knew Keroro's emotions inside and out, simply based on everything her sister had mentioned about him in the past. She knew Keroro would never sacrifice himself to save another life. No matter what situation he's put in, he would always choose his own life over anyone else's. When she decided to give Keroro the worst demise possible, she knew that simply torturing him would be boring. Besides, that Natsumi girl already punished him enough physically, so if Death REALLY wanted to make Keroro suffer, she would have to torture him emotionally. She wanted him to feel the pain of being responsible for his friend's death before he himself was put down. That's why she had to make sure Tamama was safe, so that she could later use him to help make his precious Sargent suffer. It seemed like too much work at first, but the jittery feeling she achieved afterwards made her feel like everything that had happened up until now was all fully worth it.

Now that her torture plan was finally complete, she just couldn't keep her bloodlust waiting any longer. She'd been waiting for too long to have Keroro's sweet blood on her hands, and she wanted it more than ever now. Dropping Tamama's severed body, she grabbed her scythe firmly and jumped towards Keroro, ready to finally end his pointless life.

Holding the seven dragonballs in his arms, Keroro rubbed his face against them joyously before turning his head to the right, seeing her flying straight towards him, the tip of her scythe pointed down over his head. Carrying it like a hammer, she brought her bloodstained weapon down towards the small frog, who covered the dragonballs as if to protect them and tightly clamped his eyes shut.

With a swift jolt of his leg, Vegeta cut Angol Death from her final goal as he rushed out of the forest and intercepted her attack on Keroro, kicking her in the side of the head and clear out of sight. With his life saved just in the nick of time, Keroro slowly opened one eye, checking to see if he was still alive. Feeling the smooth shells of the dragonballs underneath him, he knew for sure that he was somehow still alive. He let out a breath of relief before the ground began shaking once again.

Vegeta fiercely erupted in a burst of energy as he let all of his strength out at once, instantly transforming into a Super Saiyan and taking off towards where he had kicked her, ready to take her out for good this time. A strong blast of wind was released by Vegeta charging into the forest at top speed, blowing against Keroro and sending him and the dragonballs flying backwards.

"KEROOOOO!" he screamed as the wind carried him off the ground, spiraling out of control in the air.

Dororo saw Goten fly in from above and land in front of him, a smile of relief on his young face. "Doro! I knew that was you I sensed. What are you doing here?" he asked.

Dororo turned his head and gave a short look back at Koyuki's grave. "N-Nothing."

Goten huffed as he placed his arms on his waist in an act of disbelief. "Than why did you run off while I wasn't there?"

Dororo didn't want to explain everything to the young boy and wished that he would just leave him be for now. But after looking down at the face mask in his hand, he remembered he still had to find it a place where it would be safe. In case he were to ever loose her sword, her mask would be the only thing he had left of her. He could probably just keep it in his house somewhere and turn it into some kind of small shrine in memory of her, but until this whole ordeal with Seruru is over, he knew he couldn't hold onto it without it getting either lost or torn apart. He tightened his fist around the mask before speaking in a choked up voice.

"Goten. Can you...do something for me?" Dororo whispered. Goten walked closer to his friend and quietly stood over him.

"What?"

Dororo raised his fist up to the boy and slowly opened his palm, revealing the blue mask in his hand. "Can...Can I trust you to keep this safe for me?" he asked in a sore voice.

Goten didn't understand exactly what Dororo was asking him to do. Why would he want him to look after a piece of cloth? Why was it so important to him? What was he supposed to do with it? Goten took the blue ribbon out of Dororo's hand and examined it, curious as to what it was.

"You're just about the only friend I have left. If I can trust anyone with it, it's you." Dororo admitted, which just seemed to make Goten all the more confused.

"Only friend you have? What about the other frogs? Aren't you guys a team?"

Dororo wished he hadn't mentioned them. They were never his friends. Friends don't forget about each other in just a matter of days. Friends don't leave each other for dead. But Dororo knew Goten was different. Every time Dororo seemed to be in even the slightest danger, Goten would always jump in to protect him. That was something he knew his platoon would never do for him. And yet, Goten still thought they were a team. Dororo wasn't even sure if Goten knew that they were invaders or not. If he knew Dororo used to be one himself before he came here. Finally, he decided it would be best to go ahead and tell the boy everything. About who he was, who he used to be, and who Koyuki was and why he needed him to keep her mask safe. But his explaining was instantly put on hold when he heard a quiet scream come from not too far away.

"KEROOOOO!" Dororo heard the scream shout from behind his back. The yell was extremely faint, so he figured Goten must not have heard it. But that scream was all too familiar to Dororo, so his ears picked it up loud and clear. His train of thought immediately halted as he flipped himself around to gaze at the section of the forest that the scream had originated from.

'Keroro-kun!?' Dororo thought. The memories of what happened earlier today snapped back into his head. He remembered how he learned that it was Keroro who brought the Garuru platoon here, and that it was the Garuru platoon's assassin, Zoruru, who killed her. If it weren't for Keroro, she'd still be alive. She'd still be beside him right now, fighting with him and letting him know he still mattered. It was when he heard that yell that he remembered what his true mission to avenge Koyuki's death was.

"Doro? Are you okay?" Goten asked, feeling a bit worried as Dororo's breathing grew deeper and his body started slightly twitching.

As he stared into the dark forest where he knew his former Sargent would be, the ninja could feel his anger rising and his passion for revenge growing. Protecting the Earth and growing stronger was no longer his mission. The only thing that mattered now was making sure that Keroro was dead at his feet. He tightened his grasp on Koyuki's sword, feeling the hatred inside of him flow out of his body and into the blade. This time, Keroro wouldn't be escaping alive.

"Goten. There's something that's come up that I have to finish. Please, don't follow me." Dororo spoke firmly before vanishing in a flash of wind and floating leaves. Goten stood there alone, looking down at the blue mask in his hand and feeling very confused.

Pulling herself off the ground, Angol Death spit out as much dirt from her teeth as she could while pressing her palm up against her aching cheek. She was too distracted by trying to kill Keroro to see who had attacked her. Suddenly noticing a shadow standing over her, she peaked over her shoulder and saw the Saiyan prince from before, staring poker-faced at her under the moonlight.

Jumping up in surprise, she back flipped away from the silent fighter and stood facing him with her scythe in a guarding position. "You! You're back!?"

"Yes, I'm 'back'. And I think it's about time I finished what I started." he replied, putting up his fists. Death hissed in Vegeta's direction and took a small step back.

"F-Fine! I've got a more important job to do, so I'll make this quick. Prepare to join the rest of your pathetic race, Saiyan!" she yelled, Vegeta getting a tiny chuckle out of hearing a slight amount of fear and uncertainty in her voice.

With her limbs shaking and her scythe off balance, Death charged toward Vegeta with a fierce scream, spinning her weapon around like a sword with hopes of cutting her enemy to pieces. After several seconds of effortlessly dodging, Vegeta used his fist to knock away her scythe and uppercut her with his other fist, starting a barrage of punches himself. With his punches coming too quick to block or to even see, Death could only stand there as he used her body as a punching bag. Growing tired of waiting for her to do something, Vegeta turned himself to the right and forced his elbow into her chest, knocking the wind out of her and sending her soaring up toward the sky.

'Dammit, Death! Concentrate!' she thought to herself, knowing that if she didn't start fighting back, she wouldn't have any strength left to destroy the planet. Getting her balance back, she spun herself around and dived back down at Vegeta for an air attack.

"FINAL DEATHMAGEDDO...!" she yelled before Vegeta appeared in front of her and kicked her straight in the stomach. She cried out in pain as she was sent crashing towards the ground. Pulling her scythe up, she wrapped the grass nail around the trunk of a thick tree, spinning herself around it and down to the ground, landing on her feet. After taking a short breather, she heard the rushing sound of Vegeta's flying heading towards her. Pulling her scythe out of the tree, snapping the trunk in two, she readied herself for another assault.

'Alright, pull yourself together, Death. After I kill this Saiyan, I'll kill the Sargent, destroy the planet, and get the hell out of here. Then everything will be alright. I can do this!' she kept repeating to herself. Seeing Vegeta's golden aura flying closer, she swallowed down as much stress as she could and attacked.

Giroro got as close to the action as he could, keeping a far enough distance away from Goku and Seruru as to not get knocked backwards by the constant bursts of wind they were creating. Using his army survival skills, he managed to sneak around the two fighters and make his way onto the branch of a large tree that stood behind the towering green beast, hiding himself behind a layer of leaves.

'No doubt, that's a Kiruru all right. Thing's even uglier than I remember.' he thought, securely holding the Power-Snatcher in his arms. Pulling it up by the barrel, he placed his eye over the scope and readied his aim.

'To absorb energy from the 'X's, Seruru has to have an 'X' of his own. It doesn't literally have to be an 'X', but just something that can be used to transfer life essence. If you can find it, that could be his weak spot. Attack his weak point, and you might just get the time you need to fire the gun!' the strange woman's words replayed in Giroro's mind.

'Alright, I've just got to find anything that might look suspicious or resemble an 'X'. If I can find it, and somehow manage to attack it, it should disarm him long enough for me to shoot Goku and copy his powers. This better work.' he thought, searching the monster's body for any type of bull's eye or insignia.

"GIRORO!" he lost all concentration and set the gun down after hearing her shout for him.

'Natsumi?' he peaked below the tree and saw his love standing beside the trunk, staring back up at him. 'How did she follow me here? Oh, what am I thinking? I should really know her better by now. With all of her knowledge of me and my abilities, she can just about follow me anywhere at this point.' he thought, jumping out of the tree and landing in front of her.

"What are you doing here?! You know this area...is...dangerous?" his tone of voice switching from annoyed to confused in an instant after noticing the expression Natsumi had on her face. He couldn't place the emotions she was showing at first, but he eventually recognized her expression as a mixture of uncertainty, anxiety and fear.

"Natsumi! What's wrong!? What happened!? Tell me!" he yelled, forgetting about his mission and only focused on making sure she wasn't hurt in any way. Her expression remained the same as she struggled to think of what to say. She felt as if the world around her had been completely turned on its side in one short moment when she heard Kululu's shocking words.

'Giroro will probably kill me when this is all over. Amazing how I actually feel sympathy for the guy. Having to give up Natsumi, the one person he loves more than anything, for the future of the same planet he hoped to one day conquer.'

Was what he said true? Did he really love her? Has he always had feelings for her? Thinking it over, it certainly would make a lot of sense. He always came to her rescue whenever she was in danger and always comforted her when she was feeling down. Even now he was showing that he cared by wanting to know if she was alright after seeing her distressed face. But even if it would explain most of his actions towards her, it still wouldn't change the fact that him being in love with her was both nonsensical and impossible. And what about that last part Kululu said? About him having to give her up to save the planet's future or something. What did he mean by that? Natsumi needed answers, so after standing there silently for at least a minute, she finally got her composure back and told Giroro everything.

After hearing her story, Giroro was in shock. She finally knew his secret, and Giroro wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse. This was not at all the way he wanted her to find out (if she ever were to even find out), but now that she knew the truth, he could either lie to her and say that Kululu was just joking around to mess with her, or he could stop running from his feelings and just tell her the truth.

"Natsumi...this really isn't the time or place for this." Giroro said, hoping to stall for just a bit longer before he came to a decision.

"NO! I HAVE TO KNOW NOW! WAS KULULU TELLING THE TRUTH OR NOT!?" she yelled. Giroro fell silent. He knew there was no other way out of this, but his mind still refused to say anything. He was scared. Scared for her safety. How would she handle such a shocking reveal? Would she just straight up reject him, or would she let it sit inside herself for any amount of time like it has for Giroro. He didn't want her to go through the same stress and confusion he's had to endure for so long, but he didn't want to lie straight to her face again either, especially when he was this close to finally letting his painful emotions go. What was he supposed to do?

"GIRORO!" the irritated girl yelled.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU EVEN CARE!?" Giroro firmly yelled, startling his love. "YOU'VE ALREADY MADE IT CLEAR ENOUGH TODAY THAT YOU HATE ME! CALLING ME STUPID AND PATHETIC! AND EVEN IF I DID HAVE FEELINGS FOR A PEKOPONIAN LIKE YOU, YOU ALREADY CARE FOR SOMEONE ELSE MORE!" he snapped. Natsumi took a few steps back as she felt her heart stop.

"Wh-What are you talking about? Who do you think I..."

"OH, DON'T TRY AND HIDE ANYTHING FROM ME! I'VE SEEN THE FACES YOU MAKE AT THAT GOHAN GUY! YOU OBVIOUSLY CARE MORE ABOUT HIM THAN YOU DO ABOUT ME! AND THE FACT THAT YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN HIM FOR A DAY SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME! SO IF YOU DON'T MIND, I HAVE A MISSION TO COMPLETE! AND IF I'M TO DIE ON THIS MISSION, THEN AT LEAST I'LL BE OUT OF YOUR LIFE AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HAVING TO DEAL WITH ME ANYMORE!" he furiously yelled, turning his back to climb back up the tree.

After hearing his last few words, she felt her inner emotions take a deadly pounding. Feeling something snap deep inside of her, she quickly leapt forward and kicked Giroro in the back of the head, knocking him through the air and sending him flying at least twenty feet before crashing into the hard forest floor. She let out a few deep breaths after kicking him, having forced as much anger as she could into that one punt.

Pulling his head out of the dirt, he rubbed the front of his face while growling in agony, listening to her footsteps slowly come closer and abruptly stop right beside him. Looking over her shadow, his heart suddenly stopped when he saw her rage filled face looking back down at him, her fangs showing and her eyes appearing watery.

"How dare you." she whispered with her shoulders in a constant shiver. "How can you think that? You really think that just because I find someone the least bit attractive and strong, that I automatically am in love with them? You really think just because you make a few dumb decisions once in a while that I apparently want you to die? Is that what you think? Do you think I'm sidistic or just an idiot?" she said in a sore tone, one small tear leaving the corner of her eye and sliding down her cheek, dripping off of her chin and landing on Giroro's forehead. She brought up her leg to kick him again, which Giroro immediately shut his eyes at, but just remained frozen with her leg up before setting it back down and falling to her knees.

Giroro opened his eyes to the sound of her crying, his stomach painfully twisting as he felt solely responsible for every one of her tears. This was exactly what he didn't want to happen, but now that it was, it hurt him just as much as he thought it would. His throat closed up, his vision blurring as he tried to stop himself from sobbing along with her. Seeing that he dropped the Power-Snatcher after landing, he reached his arm out to pick it up as he stood back on his feet and placed his other hand on Natsumi's aching shoulder.

"I'd never think that. I'd never think of you as an idiot or anything resembling sidistic. I'd rather kill anyone who does than see you so upset like this. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I'm sorry. I know you won't forgive me, but just know that..." he choked out, just on the verge of crying. "...if I do die...that you'll be safe without me around. It pains me to say this, but if there is a possibility that I will die, I need you to know one thing." he said, grabbing the gun and readying himself for what he was about to do, but was suddenly interrupted by Natsumi letting out a slight chuckle.

"You can't die." she said with a smile. "You're too strong to die. You've saved me more than enough times for me to know that. Every mess we've ever been in, you always come out unaffected, and I know that this time is no different."

Giroro froze. Did she really think that about him, or had her mind just been shattered and she didn't care what she was saying anymore? But whatever the reason for her words, now an even heavier weight from before was sitting on Giroro's shoulders. He had to tell her that this time he really wouldn't be coming back. As soon as he fires the gun the second time, Kululu said that he'd die in an instant. As if sacrificing himself for a planet that he didn't even care that much about wasn't painful enough, now he had to tell his love that he wouldn't survive this and that this would be the last time they spoke. As much as he cared about her feelings, that was something he just couldn't bring himself to do. This situation was already sappy enough and they were both already in enough pain. He held the Power-Snatcher tightly in his hands as he quickly flipped it around and prepared himself.

"And besides..." Natsumi continued, putting a halt in Giroro's plans. "...there's no way I'd ever let you die. And you actually thought I cared more about Gohan than about you. Hehehe. You're one of the people I care for the most, even if you are from another planet and live in the backyard. I've only known Gohan for a day, but you...hehehe...I just couldn't imagine life without. You've...you've just done so much for me that I...I..." Natsumi was interrupted by Giroro dashing forward, his lips colliding directly with her's.

Natsumi's eyes were wide open at Giroro's sudden action, her body unable to move while her mind was unable to comprehend what he was doing. But to both his and her surprise, she didn't fight back or repel him in any way. They stayed in that position for a few seconds, the kiss growing deeper and deeper as time passed, before Giroro released his mouth from contact and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Goodbye...Natsumi. I...love you." he said before slamming the back of his gun into the side of her head, knocking her out.

There's a little GiroNatsu for you. Hope you enjoyed that little moment, and be sure to check out next chapter, because the fun's just getting started!

Oh, and uhh, R.I.P. Private Tamama.