Bride of Doom 1

Bride of Doom


      A/N- I listened to seduces me by Celine Dion while I wrote this, helped me some, ^^ why don't you listen while you read? and i havn't wrote a fanfic in a long time, so be nice.

           Zim had found only one thing about Earth to be completly true. Nothing stayed the same. The hot sun changed to bitter cold, day turns to night, even the occupants grow older. Zim couldn't be terrible ungrateful for the way things work on this planet. He has Grown. Not that it matters, but he has a card up his sleeve if he were to call the Tallests.

          Right now he was focusing on the change on a violet haired girled walking in front of him. He walked twenty paces behind her and her brother everyday to school. Her hair had grown past her shoulders with wild curls which were currently in two loose braids. She walk with a ballerina's grace, never taking her honey eyes off her gameslave. Zim squinted to see her figure. The black outfit was clinging to her small figure.

      "I half expected her to be wearing a dress." Zim thought as he stared, then realized how cold it was for her to bear her legs. He had been following the girl for eight years, ever since the Bloaty's pizza incedent. He noticed that she was alone. He could have sworn that over grown rat, Dib, was with her.

      "ZIM!" Dib shouted into whatever he hears with. "what the hell are doing staring at my sister?"

      "I was not!" Zim lied. "I was just walking to school like a normal sink-beast."

       "Yeah, whatever. Just remember, I'll be watching you." Dib pointed into his chest.

        "You're really creepy, you know that, Dib?" And with that Dib turned and walked back to his sister.

            Zim always wanted to study Gaz more closely, maybe even talk to her, but her brother was always around. And every body knew it was hard to get in between the Membrane siblings. Nobody really wanted to, but it was still hard. With the lack of parental supervision, eachother is all they have. Some kids even refered to them as Wednesday and Pugsley Addams.

        "What was that about?" Gaz asked never taking her eyes off her game.

         "Zim's got another plan, I know it. It might involve cannibilsm by the way he was looking at us." Dib continued and Gaz rolled her eyes.

         "Zim's been here for almost nine years, Dib. If he were to do something catastrophic he'd done it by now. I think he was left stranded here by his own people or something."

         "That's what he wants us to think." said Dib. "But don't worry, one day I'll catch him, and I'll let you watch his disection." Before Dib knew it he felt a hand slapping him across his face.

        "How would you feel if you were alone with a bunch of aliens that would cut you up if they got the chance?"

        "Jeez, Gaz, Are you taking his side?" Dib asked a little mad that his sister would defend such a creature.

         "No, I just don't like it when you get stupid and start talking about aliens and autopsies.....creeps me out. You're creepy, Dib." Gaz sighed.

         "AM NOT!" Dib huffed like a little child, and Gaz smirked on the inside.


                                     Several hours later......

          "Gir, I'm home!" Zim yelled, not to let Gir know he was home, but to releive some stress.

          "YAY, LET'S HAVE A COW!" Gir was drooling at the idea.

          "Maybe later, Gir, I need peace and quiet right now." Zim reached for a book. The ways of Irken courtship. It was an old book, they didn't need to date anymore since they perfected the cloning technique. But Zim was still fascinated. There was only one couple left in the Irken race, and that was the almighty tallests. Maybe that's why Zim respected them so much.
   
             "Chapter 32: Marraige. When two Irkens wed, they reprogram their paks to tune in on the other's feelings. Both emotional and physical." Zim read to himself." It is an entire different thing if an Irken were to marry another race. For no other races have paks to keep them from being individual. If an Irken were to marry another being, that irken would inherit that planet. Only if the Tallests aprove. Very few Irkens have married outside of there species though." Zim smiled with a new plan forming in his head.

                              Somewhere in space.......

              "Why are we talking about Zim again?" Purple asked

              "Because, he's tall now, and if he were to demand, say, I don't know, A HIGHER RANK! We'd have no choice but to give it to him." Red explained.
  
               "Oh....I don't understand why his pak didn't fail when he landed on Earth."

               " I have a theory about that. His pak never work in the first place."

              "You mean" Purple stared at Red in shock.

              "Yes, he's living on his own, he doesn't need the pak. And what's worst he was never programed. He thinks for himself, not the Irken Empire." Red said with a little fear in his throat.

               "Sir, incoming transmission from Earth" a blue eyed irken announced.

                " Zim, we were just thinking about you." Purle scowled.

                 "How nice of you, I missed you too." Zim beamed. Zim knows of their betrayal, but thinks all this communication of a game. But today he needs them.

                "Why are you calling Zim? Wait, no.......You have a brilliant plan to take over the world." Red yawned.

                 "Yes. No. Yes but that's not why I'm calling. I called to invite you to a party"

                 "What kind of party?" Purple asked caustiosly.

                 "A wedding party!" Zim grinned like the chesire cat. Red and Purle looked at eachother.

                 "We'll bring the snacks." Red declared. A party. A wedding. Now this is going to be fun.