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Whoo! Another chapter! A few things are cleared up in this chapter and it gets under way! Next chapter will start bringing about all the intergalactic fun I promised, so read, review and stay tuned! To those of you who have reviewed so far, thanks they keep me going! ^-^
Chapter 4:
Dib's intellectual brain, his genius mind filled with all sorts of knowledge of various sciences and the supernatural were thoroughly boggled. The boy was in such a state of shock, he scarcely remembered pulling himself out of the bush, walking home, the shower or how he came to be on his couch in front of "Mysterious Mysteries," the only thought that could have been processed at that moment in time was the simple and obvious.
"Zim…is a girl…"
Gaz came home and grabbed a soda, bread and sandwich meat. She stared at Dib's unmoving form, then proceeded to use his large, stiff head as a table to make her sandwich; purposely spilling mayo on him.
Still, Dib stayed.
She sighed, "You're such a weirdo, but the last thing I need is Dad bugging me. So," she sat down next to him and took a bite of her sandwich, "What's wrong?"
Dib turned to her, "Well-,"
"Good you're not dead," she cut him off and left the living room.
Dib watched her, then blinked everything else into existence, he looked at the clock, 'I've been sitting here for 4 hours?' he asked incredulously. The teen's body woke up too and told him he needed things such as food and a bathroom. Dib rose and started the process of acquiescing to the needs of his body when the doorbell rang.
"I'm not getting it!" Gaz's shouted from her room. Dib rolled his eyes and backtracked through the living room to the door. Grabbing the knob, he turned it and opened it.
"Yes-," Dib immediately shut up when he saw who it was.
Zim stood in the doorway, clad in his Irken uniform that had, in the recent change become far too small for him. The pink striped top tightly clung to his chest in a sorry attempt to hold the large green breasts that had suddenly taken up residence. If that wasn't bad enough, the black tights were one size fits all but with more supple hips and a rounder butt; they went from simple to slutty in 0 seconds flat.
Dib had to stifle a nosebleed as the full image of Zim's voluptuous body hit him full force.
"Dib-stink!" Zim yelled when the boy stared too long, Dib snapped out of it, "So I wasn't hallucinating, you're a girl!" he blurted out.
"I'm NOT a girl!" he spat.
"But look at you-,"
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" the Irken's higher voice pitch was even louder than usual. Gaz, interrupted from her yoga poked her head out of her room and glared at the visitor, "Who the hell is making all that noise?" she spat, throwing all pleasantries aside.
Dib pushed Zim out of the doorway, "No one! No one Gaz, um….I'm going to go check the mail,"
"Whatever, just take the screeching monkey with you," she said, cutting her brother off again. She slammed the door.
Dib walked outside and closed the door behind him. Zim, who was pushed so hard he fell on his ass was getting up, "How dare you push me with your…icky paws!" he yelled indignantly.
"So what happened?" Dib decided to ignore the Irken's verbal assault (after all, he got to push him).
Zim rose to his feet. For a few minutes he remained silent, struggling to make a sentence. It was Gir, who had been enamored with a light bug behind Zim who finally spoke for his master. His little doggy head popped out from behind Zim's long legs, "Mastuh needs your help, right master?" he grinned upwards at Zim, who was now glaring at the big mouthed robot.
Dib's ego was immediately inflated, "You? You Zim, the infamous and all-knowing misanthrope need my help?" he would have started laughing, but Zim was already starting to turn to walk away.
"Wait Zim, wait." He jogged down the driveway to where Zim was. As much as he loved laughing in Zim's face and as much as he relished in the fact that Zim needed him. Zim's pride was horribly strong and Dib, in all honesty was just as curious to know what had happened to Zim's body structure.
Zim turned back to Dib, "Like my impertinent servant blabbed…I….require your assistance…" he seemed to literally choke that sentence out.
"O.k. but I have some questions first," he asked, the scientist in him was raging for answers. A cold wind blew through the front yard, breaking their conversation, "Might we venture somewhere a little less….chilly?" Zim asked. Unbeknownst to the Irken, the cold had cause a wonderful reaction underneath his top in the form of two hardened dots on each of his immensely large breasts. Dib hadn't meant to stare, but being a loner it was the first time someone so…sexy stood so close to him.
"Dib-stink, your camo-gauge is on the fritz?" Zim asked, pointing to Dib's face.
He turned to hide a roaring shade of red that had overcome his cheeks, "N-no, let's go inside," he said. Zim complied with little persuasion, 'that's kinda weird, why would Zim just waltz in without checking-,'
The cold barrel of a gun made contact with Dib's neck, "You may be wondering why I am so complacent Dib-monkey, does this answer your question?" he asked, reading Dib's mind.
Dib froze moving only his head to nod. He waited for Zim to lower the laser to continue his venture inside.
Zim sat on the couch accompanied by Gir. Dib took the love seat adjacent to the two of them.
"You have questions?" Zim asked stoically.
"Yes," Dib answered. In his mind, he tried to formulate all the ones he wanted to ask and cursed himself for not thinking of any sooner, "Well…I guess to start is why the change? I mean, I understand you're different from us, is it because you're A-sexual? What triggered it? Is that why you were in a cocoon?" he asked.
Zim took each question into his mind and fumbled them around.
"No, we are not A-sexual, there is no such thing as a natural-born female." He began, Dib crossed his legs and leaned towards his foe, ready to hear what he had to say, when the Irken didn't continued, Dib decided to push him.
"What do you mean?"
"Irkens are a race built for war, what you humans call 'adrenaline' and 'testosterone' are naturally produced at high levels in the Irken body. Resulting in, as you are well aware males-."
"But you just said you aren't A-sexual, females have to exist, fr-,"
"SILENCE! I will not be schooled on my own anatomy by a human-!" Zim snapped
"Just shut up and continue." Dib snapped back
"Ahem. Females are dictated by the Irken species need to procreate, when it is sensed that our population has decreased, certain Irken bodies trigger a chemical suppressant which causes some of the males to become female- that is until the population stabilizes, then they return to their male forms. This is the biological gist of it; nowadays we have machines to create new Irkens."
"But what about Tak? That girl Irken-,"
"Her attributes, like other Irkens like "her" are purely aesthetic; she is as male as I am. It is however a permanent sacrifice as far as looks and must be done at around the age of 7, after the antennae finish growing but before they harden."
"7 years old, isn't that a bit young?" Dib asked.
"Do not underestimate the Irken intellect, Dib-monkey." Zim stated, slitting his eyes for effect.
"I managed to give YOU too much credit." The earthling retorted
"Anyway, my body has somehow come to realize that the population is down, I being the only superior being here, my kind is too far away for it to realize the change is unnecessary, I will remain a full female until I am bred-,"
"WHAT? YOU MEAN MY ENEMY IS A GIRL NOW!" Dib's heart crashed into his stomach.
"SILENCE AGAIN!" Zim shouted, " I am not a female yet, that is why I unwillingly require your assistance."
"Why not just call your stupid army or get close enough to them so your body will reverse the transformation and why my help? What about your own lab?" Dib asked.
"I cannot find their whereabouts and my body composition has changed too much. In other words, my lab will no longer recognize me as the all powerful Zim,"
"Didn't something like that happen befo-,"
"Bologna DNA,"
"Ah, now I remember," Dib said with a shudder, "but that still makes no sense. So you turn into a girl, there are still no males in this vicinity of the galaxy that you can mate with. This change is redundant!"
Zim grew silent and began to pace the floor, he had another secret for Dib, but wasn't too sure he wanted to share it with him. In the end Dib's assistance was required, secrets were not an option. If worse came to worse he could kill him anyway.
He decided to answer with a question, "On this planet, if none but one human survived, what would happen?"
Dib took the question and held it for a moment; did he really want to let Zim know this kind of thing? Zim just stared at him, waiting.
"He or she would grow old and die, leaving our race to the history pages."
"This is not so with our species; my body is at this point in time, capable of making my DNA compatible with anyone I breed with. Even if it is a half-irken, it will still be Irken and our race would continue."
Dib hated to admit it, but he was impressed with the superiority of Irken genetics. To be able to pass your genes onto something that by human standards would be wholly incompatible, what a remarkable gift.
"All right Zim, say I buy into all this. Why should I help you? Ever since you arrived on this planet you've been obsessed with killing me and taking over Earth."
"Because I've deemed you a worthy adversary. Far more inferior to the all-powerful Zim, of course but a worthy adversary nonetheless." He stated.
Dib smirked, "That doesn't really put me in a charitable mood."
"Well what does the Dib-human desire?" Zim spat.
'Ooh, Dib thought, realizing for the first time just how much leverage he had, "I want your base, Zim." He stated.
The Irken just scoffed, "I'd sooner become a full-fledged female, human."
Okay, maybe not that much leverage, Dib had to think again and think fast, what aside from the base and Zim's destruction did he covet most from Zim, after a minute the answer came to him.
"I want the schematics to your cruiser, on this I won't budge." Dib stated.
Zim gasped, "Never! Such information is forbidden to non-Irkens, request something else."
Dib shook his head, "It's the schematics or nothing, Zim. I recovered Tak's ship and I have almost completely repaired it. I'm sure it won't take me long to figure it out without the manual-,"
"Very well," Zim agreed, realizing the deal was fading fast.
At this Dib grew serious, "Let it be known that I have insurances against you, Zim. You'd be wise not to double cross me." He warned.
"And you me." Zim just said.

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Whoo! Another chapter! A few things are cleared up in this chapter and it gets under way! Next chapter will start bringing about all the intergalactic fun I promised, so read, review and stay tuned! To those of you who have reviewed so far, thanks they keep me going! ^-^
Chapter 4:
Dib's intellectual brain, his genius mind filled with all sorts of knowledge of various sciences and the supernatural were thoroughly boggled. The boy was in such a state of shock, he scarcely remembered pulling himself out of the bush, walking home, the shower or how he came to be on his couch in front of "Mysterious Mysteries," the only thought that could have been processed at that moment in time was the simple and obvious.
"Zim…is a girl…"
Gaz came home and grabbed a soda, bread and sandwich meat. She stared at Dib's unmoving form, then proceeded to use his large, stiff head as a table to make her sandwich; purposely spilling mayo on him.
Still, Dib stayed.
She sighed, "You're such a weirdo, but the last thing I need is Dad bugging me. So," she sat down next to him and took a bite of her sandwich, "What's wrong?"
Dib turned to her, "Well-,"
"Good you're not dead," she cut him off and left the living room.
Dib watched her, then blinked everything else into existence, he looked at the clock, 'I've been sitting here for 4 hours?' he asked incredulously. The teen's body woke up too and told him he needed things such as food and a bathroom. Dib rose and started the process of acquiescing to the needs of his body when the doorbell rang.
"I'm not getting it!" Gaz's shouted from her room. Dib rolled his eyes and backtracked through the living room to the door. Grabbing the knob, he turned it and opened it.
"Yes-," Dib immediately shut up when he saw who it was.
Zim stood in the doorway, clad in his Irken uniform that had, in the recent change become far too small for him. The pink striped top tightly clung to his chest in a sorry attempt to hold the large green breasts that had suddenly taken up residence. If that wasn't bad enough, the black tights were one size fits all but with more supple hips and a rounder butt; they went from simple to slutty in 0 seconds flat.
Dib had to stifle a nosebleed as the full image of Zim's voluptuous body hit him full force.
"Dib-stink!" Zim yelled when the boy stared too long, Dib snapped out of it, "So I wasn't hallucinating, you're a girl!" he blurted out.
"I'm NOT a girl!" he spat.
"But look at you-,"
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" the Irken's higher voice pitch was even louder than usual. Gaz, interrupted from her yoga poked her head out of her room and glared at the visitor, "Who the hell is making all that noise?" she spat, throwing all pleasantries aside.
Dib pushed Zim out of the doorway, "No one! No one Gaz, um….I'm going to go check the mail,"
"Whatever, just take the screeching monkey with you," she said, cutting her brother off again. She slammed the door.
Dib walked outside and closed the door behind him. Zim, who was pushed so hard he fell on his ass was getting up, "How dare you push me with your…icky paws!" he yelled indignantly.
"So what happened?" Dib decided to ignore the Irken's verbal assault (after all, he got to push him).
Zim rose to his feet. For a few minutes he remained silent, struggling to make a sentence. It was Gir, who had been enamored with a light bug behind Zim who finally spoke for his master. His little doggy head popped out from behind Zim's long legs, "Mastuh needs your help, right master?" he grinned upwards at Zim, who was now glaring at the big mouthed robot.
Dib's ego was immediately inflated, "You? You Zim, the infamous and all-knowing misanthrope need my help?" he would have started laughing, but Zim was already starting to turn to walk away.
"Wait Zim, wait." He jogged down the driveway to where Zim was. As much as he loved laughing in Zim's face and as much as he relished in the fact that Zim needed him. Zim's pride was horribly strong and Dib, in all honesty was just as curious to know what had happened to Zim's body structure.
Zim turned back to Dib, "Like my impertinent servant blabbed…I….require your assistance…" he seemed to literally choke that sentence out.
"O.k. but I have some questions first," he asked, the scientist in him was raging for answers. A cold wind blew through the front yard, breaking their conversation, "Might we venture somewhere a little less….chilly?" Zim asked. Unbeknownst to the Irken, the cold had cause a wonderful reaction underneath his top in the form of two hardened dots on each of his immensely large breasts. Dib hadn't meant to stare, but being a loner it was the first time someone so…sexy stood so close to him.
"Dib-stink, your camo-gauge is on the fritz?" Zim asked, pointing to Dib's face.
He turned to hide a roaring shade of red that had overcome his cheeks, "N-no, let's go inside," he said. Zim complied with little persuasion, 'that's kinda weird, why would Zim just waltz in without checking-,'
The cold barrel of a gun made contact with Dib's neck, "You may be wondering why I am so complacent Dib-monkey, does this answer your question?" he asked, reading Dib's mind.
Dib froze moving only his head to nod. He waited for Zim to lower the laser to continue his venture inside.
Zim sat on the couch accompanied by Gir. Dib took the love seat adjacent to the two of them.
"You have questions?" Zim asked stoically.
"Yes," Dib answered. In his mind, he tried to formulate all the ones he wanted to ask and cursed himself for not thinking of any sooner, "Well…I guess to start is why the change? I mean, I understand you're different from us, is it because you're A-sexual? What triggered it? Is that why you were in a cocoon?" he asked.
Zim took each question into his mind and fumbled them around.
"No, we are not A-sexual, there is no such thing as a natural-born female." He began, Dib crossed his legs and leaned towards his foe, ready to hear what he had to say, when the Irken didn't continued, Dib decided to push him.
"What do you mean?"
"Irkens are a race built for war, what you humans call 'adrenaline' and 'testosterone' are naturally produced at high levels in the Irken body. Resulting in, as you are well aware males-."
"But you just said you aren't A-sexual, females have to exist, fr-,"
"SILENCE! I will not be schooled on my own anatomy by a human-!" Zim snapped
"Just shut up and continue." Dib snapped back
"Ahem. Females are dictated by the Irken species need to procreate, when it is sensed that our population has decreased, certain Irken bodies trigger a chemical suppressant which causes some of the males to become female- that is until the population stabilizes, then they return to their male forms. This is the biological gist of it; nowadays we have machines to create new Irkens."
"But what about Tak? That girl Irken-,"
"Her attributes, like other Irkens like "her" are purely aesthetic; she is as male as I am. It is however a permanent sacrifice as far as looks and must be done at around the age of 7, after the antennae finish growing but before they harden."
"7 years old, isn't that a bit young?" Dib asked.
"Do not underestimate the Irken intellect, Dib-monkey." Zim stated, slitting his eyes for effect.
"I managed to give YOU too much credit." The earthling retorted
"Anyway, my body has somehow come to realize that the population is down, I being the only superior being here, my kind is too far away for it to realize the change is unnecessary, I will remain a full female until I am bred-,"
"WHAT? YOU MEAN MY ENEMY IS A GIRL NOW!" Dib's heart crashed into his stomach.
"SILENCE AGAIN!" Zim shouted, " I am not a female yet, that is why I unwillingly require your assistance."
"Why not just call your stupid army or get close enough to them so your body will reverse the transformation and why my help? What about your own lab?" Dib asked.
"I cannot find their whereabouts and my body composition has changed too much. In other words, my lab will no longer recognize me as the all powerful Zim,"
"Didn't something like that happen befo-,"
"Bologna DNA,"
"Ah, now I remember," Dib said with a shudder, "but that still makes no sense. So you turn into a girl, there are still no males in this vicinity of the galaxy that you can mate with. This change is redundant!"
Zim grew silent and began to pace the floor, he had another secret for Dib, but wasn't too sure he wanted to share it with him. In the end Dib's assistance was required, secrets were not an option. If worse came to worse he could kill him anyway.
He decided to answer with a question, "On this planet, if none but one human survived, what would happen?"
Dib took the question and held it for a moment; did he really want to let Zim know this kind of thing? Zim just stared at him, waiting.
"He or she would grow old and die, leaving our race to the history pages."
"This is not so with our species; my body is at this point in time, capable of making my DNA compatible with anyone I breed with. Even if it is a half-irken, it will still be Irken and our race would continue."
Dib hated to admit it, but he was impressed with the superiority of Irken genetics. To be able to pass your genes onto something that by human standards would be wholly incompatible, what a remarkable gift.
"All right Zim, say I buy into all this. Why should I help you? Ever since you arrived on this planet you've been obsessed with killing me and taking over Earth."
"Because I've deemed you a worthy adversary. Far more inferior to the all-powerful Zim, of course but a worthy adversary nonetheless." He stated.
Dib smirked, "That doesn't really put me in a charitable mood."
"Well what does the Dib-human desire?" Zim spat.
'Ooh, Dib thought, realizing for the first time just how much leverage he had, "I want your base, Zim." He stated.
The Irken just scoffed, "I'd sooner become a full-fledged female, human."
Okay, maybe not that much leverage, Dib had to think again and think fast, what aside from the base and Zim's destruction did he covet most from Zim, after a minute the answer came to him.
"I want the schematics to your cruiser, on this I won't budge." Dib stated.
Zim gasped, "Never! Such information is forbidden to non-Irkens, request something else."
Dib shook his head, "It's the schematics or nothing, Zim. I recovered Tak's ship and I have almost completely repaired it. I'm sure it won't take me long to figure it out without the manual-,"
"Very well," Zim agreed, realizing the deal was fading fast.
At this Dib grew serious, "Let it be known that I have insurances against you, Zim. You'd be wise not to double cross me." He warned.
"And you me." Zim just said.

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