A/N: Hey, everybody. Well I think I'm just about ready start posting my second ZADR story online. I've been working on this for about a year now and have plans of making this a trilogy of sorts. So really this is going to be three different stories that run together but can be read separately as well. To tell you the truth, I honestly have not come up with a title for this new story of mine so I would be happy to take any suggestions from anybody if they can think of something good. Otherwise, just enjoy my random story of DOOM! Actually, it isn't supposed to be that random but it will have lots of plot twists throughout. And as for the title for now, I've just been sticking with Random ZADRness so far so that's what you people will have to put up with too unless you or I think of a better name any time soon. Well, I hope you all enjoy and I shall begin now.

Disclaimer- I do not own the cartoon that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 1: Introduction

'Is this what true love really is? Getting to sleep with someone you deeply care for? I think there's more to it that that, but I think this is as close to the meaning as I'll ever get. In fact, this is probably a one time deal because I know that when he wakes up, he'll never show me the same feelings I feel for him. I'll never have this experience ever again.' This whirlwind of ideas and questions circled around in the mind of a young 16 year old boy as he lay in bed. He opened his golden, honey colored eyes slowly in hopes of catching the sight of his lover next to him. His attempt was thwarted however by the cruel, unforgiving darkness that surrounded them. He sighed softly as he once again closed his eyes to recollect the activities of the previous night. A small smile formed on his face as he remembered the utter bliss he had experienced only a few hours earlier.

He opened his eyes once more, this time turning on his side to face his lover. Despite the fact that he could not see into the face of the other in bed with him, he could hear his breathing. It was slow and steady as he slept. He could also feel the heat from the other's form. He reached his hand out toward the face that felt so very close to him at the moment. He allowed for his fingers to first lightly graze across the smooth cheek he had reached for.

Next, he moved his hand up along to the top of his head, stroking the long appendages that hung down from his head. His lover stirred slightly, responding to the gentle touch he received, a very low and almost inaudible purr permeating from within his chest. Seeing this as a good sign, he continued moving his fingers from the base to the tip of the lengthy antennae. He let one of his fingers wrap around the tip for a brief moment, causing the other to smile and mumble something unintelligible in his sleep. The boy laughed to himself quietly as he returned to his back, letting go of the antennae, causing the gentle purr to disperse completely. He closed his eyes again, his smile vanishing just as quickly as it had come. He knew this couldn't last forever. It would be morning soon and it would all be gone.

Finding it too hard to think of the pleasure he had enjoyed with his favorite person in the world or the universe for that matter, he reset his mind back to only a few days earlier. It had in fact started about 5 years earlier, but back then he hated the one he was laying in bed with this very moment.

It had started as a regular day in high skool, or so he thought. The boys name was Dib (as I'm sure you all know! ). Anyways, he had grown quite a bit over the past 5 years. Instead of being a crazy, 11 year old paranormal investigator, he was now a crazy 16 year old paranormal investigator. Okay, so maybe not.

True, he was indeed 16 now and most people considered him crazy still, although he found new rumors about him and a certain somebody running around skool now. Ones that had begun around the time he had entered high skool. He was about 6 feet now and one of the tallest people in his class. Although he had given up most paranormal studies over the years, he still continued to argue the fact that Zim was an alien. He never really wanted to give up his other studies, but he had needed his main focus to fall on Zim. He still had his huge glasses but had started also wearing a different pair with smaller frames.

He changed his shirt to a black tee shirt with a blue somewhat happy face on it. Over his shirt though, he still wore his trademark trench coat. It was longer than his previous coat and almost touched the ground completely. He wore a different pair of black boots with more silver buckles on them. He wore a pair of black jeans also that were covered by his long shirt. And let us not forget the one thing that made Dib, well, DIB! His scythe hair doo.

It had grown quite a bit longer and had a few bends to it, causing him to resemble his famous father, Professor Membrane. However, he also obtained the noticeable additions over the years. He became accustomed to wearing black nail polish on his finger nails, some eyeliner along the bottom of his eyes, and he even acquired a few new piercings on his body. His left ear had an earring on the top of it and he even had gotten the courage to pierce his tongue. He also found that his teeth had become less than perfect and he was confined to wearing braces for several months. Some other changes that were not as noticeable had begun happening to his body. Changes that were not natural.

Zim on the other hand had not changed nearly as much over the span of 5 years. He was still the same alien trying to take over the earth as he had been when he first arrived. He continued to wear his Irken uniform which was a bit longer to help fit him as he grew. Amazingly enough, he had managed to grow quite a bit taller than he had been. He came to be only a few inches shorter than Dib.

He found that one summer he had had an growth spurt as he seemed to be eating more than was normal for him. So he wasn't the tallest person in high skool, but that didn't matter to him anymore. His disguise was only slightly adjusted but was not really any better than his last. He still wore the lenses that held his fake purple eyes but the hair style of his wig had changed to a scruffier look with some longer bangs hanging down in front of his eyes. However, as the years wore on he began to also wear some more human looking clothes. Every once in a while, he would slip into a pair of black jeans and an oversized red, striped shirt.

His boots remained the same and he was never caught without his tight, black gloves on. That was the only truly noticeable thing that had changed about him. He continued many attempts to take over the earth but was always stopped by Dib before he could do any real damage. This continuous flow of failures slowed him down and Dib always managed to get a short break between Zim's plots. Dib began to notice his drop in morale and would use it to his advantage. He would use what spare time he had to either dive deeper into his studies in "REAL SCIENCE" , which he found would make his father really happy, or he would use it to build up stronger defenses against Zim. Although, he had also noticed that over the past year, Zim had only made one pitiful attempt at world conquest and failed immediately. After doing so, Zim seemed uninterested in continuing his mission.

He would go to skool, rant about some new brilliant plan he had, but drop it before putting it into action. (Okay, now I'm getting off topic. ;)

As I was saying, it seemed to be a normal day in the educational establishment, high skool. As always, Zim was in his seat before Dib, who seemed to have all the same classes as him. Their first class was Algebra II, a class they both dreaded despite the fact that they both found it quite easy. All it consisted of were some easy equations and such. What they really feared, was their teacher. .

A young man with glasses and a scowl on his face stood at the board, writing a lesson on it. His eyes were blood shot from lack of sleep. He apparently had a pregnant wife at home and lost much sleep over it. Dib came jogging into the class, breathing heavily as he apologized for his tardiness. "Sorry pant I'm late! pant I pant missed the pant bus!"

His teacher turned to him, pointing at Dib's seat. "Just take your seat, Dib! I don't need any of your excuses!"

Dib obeyed, glaring over at Zim as he did so, noticing him cackling into his hands at Dib's lateness. He rolled his eyes then as he continued his walk to his seat across the classroom thinking as he went along. 'HAHA, Zim. It's not like it's the first time I've come late to class.' He reached his desk and plopped down into it. The teacher turned once again from the front of the board and began to lecture. Zim just rolled his eyes momentarily and them slapped a dull look of complete boredom across his face.

Dib sighed and relaxed in his seat. Knowing the teacher wouldn't mind, he put some headphones on and turned on some music that could softly be heard. He wasn't really paying attention to the teacher. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander for a bit. Soon he found sleep in his restless mind.

Zim eyed him uneasily for a moment before thinking to himself. 'What's wrong with the Dib worm? Perhaps he is crumbling under the MIGHTY strength of ZIM!' he mused to himself as he smirked triumphantly a bit. He had noticed that Dib had been sleeping in class a lot lately, which wasn't unusual for him to do during their first year of high skool. During that year Zim had been setting off a lot of plots to destroy the Dib, causing him to lose sleep. However, now Zim was idle in his schemes so the meat bag HUU-MUN really had no excuse for his lack of sleep.

This had all really started at the beginning of their third year of high skool and Zim had started to wonder why Dib was so tired when he hadn't done anything to him recently. Not that he really cared what was going on with the Dib. These thoughts were replaced with another question Zim couldn't help but wonder about. Although sleeping in class wasn't too unusual for him, what was unusual was the number of trips he had recently been making to the bathroom during skool hours. He would go about 3 or 4 times in the day to do only God knows what. Although Zim didn't want to show any concern for the Dib-monster, his curiosity was beginning to get the better of him. He almost wanted to ask him what he was planning but decided not to at the last second. He knew that sooner or later he would figure out what Dib was planning.

He would just have to wait. Little did he know that he would be finding out about it sooner rather than later.

A/N: Yes, I know this chapter sucks but I promise this will get better. I just needed a bit of an introduction before really starting. I'll have the next chapter up soon.