Because I have absolutely no patience, chapter two. Personally I like this a great deal more than chapter one; you get a little more of exactly what's going on, hehe.
He came to on the Hinatas' living room couch, and nearly jumped to the ceiling as he woke to Natsumi reviving holding a warm towel to his head.
"Gero, how nice of you to finally join us, Giroro Gocho!" Keroro said with a grin. Oh, how Giroro's head was pounding. Oh, how he wanted to wipe that smack clear off of Keroro's face and laugh about it.
Giroro sat up, secretly fortunate to at least be rid of the nightmare. Then the familiar wailing made him realize that it indeed was not a dream. There was Kururu, holding the same bundle, while Tamama looked on curiously and Mois smiled at the infant.
"Could you say, a little angel?" Mois grinned.
"Kuku, don't touch her," Kururu replied curtly as Mois went to take the infant's hand.
"Gero... So what is that, exactly, Kururu Socho? A type of robot spy?" Keroro grinned as he turned his attention to the Sergeant Major.
"Kukuku, no, Teicho, a real infant," Kururu answered.
"Oh, I-GEROOO!" Keroro yelped. The little girl only cried louder.
"Idiot! Keep the noise down!" Giroro took a schoolbook from the coffee table and threw it at Keroro's head. Direct hit.
"Socho, when did you get a girlfriend? And how could she be so mean!" Tamama gasped as he looked into the blue eyes of the little Keron infant. He was sizing her up, in reality. He had to know how big of a potential threat she could pose to him.
"Kukuku, no girlfriend, she's mine and..."
"Giroro, why'd you faint, anyway?" Natsumi asked as she took a seat beside him and tilted his head down to get a good look at the bruise.
"Because..." Giroro shut his eyes. How could he even start to explain it to her?
"Because it's his as well, kukuku," Kururu answered.
There was a collective "WHAT?" yelled throughout the living room, and the baby cried louder.
"Could you say, a surprisingly cute baby?" Mois said aloud, holding a hand to her face as she did so.
"But how...?" Fuyuki blinked, looked at the baby, then to Giroro. "Is that how it works?"
"Kuku, not usually," Kururu chuckled a bit maniacally. "Don't worry, it'll be explained to you when you're older."
"Giroro?" Natsumi saw where the corporal's face had flushed a deep shade of red. "How did you and Kururu..."
"...It's a complicated process, not something you'd like to hear, kuku," Kururu laughed. "Do you want to hold her?"
"What?" Giroro snapped. But before he could protest, Kururu placed the small bundle on his lap. The blanket pulled away, revealing the mark on the little Keronian's belly; a full circle, half red and half yellow in a yin yang shape, with the red on top. She wore a diaper, and had a tadpole tail, like any other normal baby. But she wasn't a normal baby.
"I need to have a talk with you," Giroro said sternly, his eyes narrowing as he looked upward at Kururu. "...Alone."
"Kukuku... It was expected. She needs a nap, anyway," Kururu answered, took the infant, and headed back to his lab.
"Gero... The room's still spinning..." Keroro muttered from his spot on the floor. "...What lovely birds..."
"Nee-chan, do you really think Kururu's telling the truth?" Fuyuki asked aloud.
"...Hard to tell," Natsumi admitted. "But why would Kururu even do something like this?"
Giroro watched silently as the infant was placed back in her crib and Kururu hit the mobile ever so slightly, causing it to spin around while she giggled happily.
"I didn't intend for this to happen," Kururu admitted. "There were a few oversights."
"What the hell did you put in that curry to make... THAT... Happen?" Giroro asked, pointing to the baby.
"I collected your DNA," Kururu answered with a shrug. "Combined it, and, kukuku... The result."
"Couldn't you have just gotten it some other way instead of submitting me to the date from hell?"
"Kuku, maybe I wanted to make sure you were the person I'd share my genetic makeup with. It's a very personal thing for someone like me to share."
"I'm so glad I had a say in this!" Giroro shouted, his voice falling to a whisper halfway as he remembered the baby in the room.
"Kukuku, well, like I said, not everything went to plan. I thought I'd run enough tests to know the outcome and I was almost convinced I could make her and then use the "do it all over again" gun to age her, and have a super-solider worthy of invading Pekopon."
"What went wrong?" Giroro asked, truly curious about this.
"Kukuku, as she is now, her older self is neither a super genius or superb fighter. In fact, she's depressingly average in everything," Kururu nearly outwardly flinched as he spoke this. "...I thought I'd tweaked everything just right too."
"Idiot, shows you can't go playing God like that," Giroro snorted and folded his arms. "Serves you right for messing with my DNA anyhow... So, what do we do with her? I know you, you could've swept this under the rug and never had told me."
"You really think I'd resort to child murdering? Kuku! Honestly, the thought crossed my mind, but it's hard even for someone as heartless as me when you have your own eyes staring back at you."
"...So you're not totally heartless afterall. Heh."
"Tch. Don't mistake it as emotion, Senpai."
"...A name would be a good place to start," Giroro said after a bit of thought. "Noriri?"
"Kuku, nori?" Kururu chuckled.
"Meh? Eh, maybe not, then... Kirere."
"I can live with that," Kururu shrugged indifferently. "Funny, I would have figured you'd relate it to that Pekoponian girl... Kukuku, you know, some girls like a man who's good with children."
Giroro said nothing to this, but grit his teeth. This had set him back miles from Natsumi, he knew it... At the same time, sharing babysitting with her... Maybe there was a positive to come out of this, afterall.
"Gero gero ge! So it's true, then!" came a familiar laugh from outside the door. It wasn't long after Keroro entered, followed by Tamama and Dororo. No one paid much mind to Dororo. "And she's so cute, too! Her eyes look a little like Pururu-chan's..."
"What do you want, you grinning idiot?" Giroro snapped. "And don't touch her."
"Gero? Giroro Gocho, what're you so grumpy about!" Keroro was now bending over the crib on his tip-toes to get a good look at the baby. "She's so cute! And her godfather will get her started early on learning about fine culture! Like Gunpla, for instance."
"Moron, what makes you think we'd make you the Godfather?" Giroro snorted.
"Oh, could she also have a Godmother, then?" Mois ducked into the room just about as Tamama went to speak, and the black tadpole grit his teeth.
"...Stupid... Woman...!" his mind screeched as his panting became heavy and he clenched his fists.
"Wha... What about me?" Dororo sniffed, but this went unnoticed.
"I say we throw the newest member of our platoon a welcoming party!" Keroro suggested. "The first Keronian born on Pekopon! It's a big step on the long road to victory, Gentlemen!"
"...You're thinking this is going to look good enough for your raise, don't you?" Giroro asked plainly. Keroro said nothing to this, but kept his victorious stance.
"We better get those invitations out quickly!" Giroro's words had either gone unnoticed or ignored by Keroro; more than likely, ignored. "Come on, Tamama nitohei, you can be on envelopes! I'll write on the invitations, and Mois-dono can take care of the decorations!"
Dororo sniffed as he trudged out of the room.
"...I feel bad for her," Giroro admitted after watching the door close behind the manic ninja. He then turned his attention back to the crib, and looked in on the sleeping tadpole. She was surprisingly adorable, given her creepy "mother" and gruff "father".
"Kuku, your heart melt, Senpai?"
"Heh," Giroro muttered. "I'm going to stay in here a bit."
"I have a nap to take anyway, kukuku," Kururu admitted, followed by a yawn. "Cutting and pasting genetic code takes it out of a guy."
Giroro gave a nod and continued to look down in the crib even after Kururu had left. Kirere was sleeping once more; she had two modes, it seemed, scream and sleep. She wasn't that different from Keroro, really.
"I thought I'd find you here! Oh!" Natsumi's voice fell to a whisper as she entered the room. "Is she sleeping again?"
Giroro gave a nod, "The stress was a lot for her, I suppose."
"Giroro, what are you guys going to do with her?"
"Train her for her mission, of course," Giroro folded his arms and turned his back to the crib. "She can be trained to be the super-soldier, and help with the invasion of Pekopon. At this rate our mission will be complete in months. Hehehe, I hate to say it, but Kururu might have actually hit a goldmine with this idea."
"What if it's not what she wants?" Natsumi looked away from the baby to Giroro.
"Eh? There couldn't be a higher honor!"
"She's not a machine, you can't make her into something like that if she doesn't want to," it was apparent Natsumi was becoming a bit annoyed by this. "Isn't there something you always wanted to be?"
"...A man who carries out his missions, that's the only life for a man like me" Giroro answered as haughty as possible as he said this.
"...You're hopeless," Natsumi shook her head and walked toward the door. "I don't know how much help I can be, but if you need anything..."
"I can handle an infant, I've been in life or death situations, this will be a cakewalk in comparison!"
"But it's a half-Kururu baby," Natsumi added with a sigh of worry.
"Hehe... EH!" Giroro's blood ran cold at the memory of baby Kururu. The little monster, the devil spawn who had made that day a living hell for everyone. He then, shaking, looked back in at the sweet face in the crib. There was no way she could be another potential Kururu... Right?