Here is the third chapter. It took quite a while, but oh well, you know, high school, rowiwng training, friends… And of course, laziness. BTW If you want to have a better look to how the characters look in this fanfiction, go to .com (My DeviantArt account)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fanfiction, Johnen Vasquez does.

Gaz finally decided he had enough of a beating. He saw a hint of a purple liquid on his mouth and if it was what she thought it was, she had given him enough pain. She stood back up and placed her bikini top back up straightening up, and finally, giving a few needed glares to unwanted attention givers.

Gaz you ok?

It was Dib, who had watched amusingly. Of course he was glad Zim was in pain and that it was Gaz's doing, but then again, he somehow knew that he would be in the loosing team for some reason as he saw her glare at him.

Of course, Gaz had released her anger and hate, but Dib would pay. Even if it was Zim who pulled the trigger, this had been both teenagers' doing, and she was sure to get her revenge on both of them. For now, Zim was done for, now her idiotic brother was next. Nonetheless, she felt a disgusting pity towards him, knowing how he stood no chance against her, and it took her all the strength that was left to her body to decide for something that would benefit both Dib and her:

I'll contact Tak…

Gaz had been able to repair Tak's ship before, so why wouldn't she be able to contact an alien in nowhere using said alien's abandoned ship?

Then again, a part of her plan was still incomplete… What about Zim? How could she keep that disgusting alien away from Dib?

The glasses..!

She remembered the glasses she used before that gave her a view she didn't quite reject… Of course, she would never admit it.

Both, Gaz and Dib sat back down each on their towel. Gaz finally spoke aloud:

So Dib…

Y-Yes my beloved little sister? –Gaz could feel the fear in him and held back a chuckle.

Can I ask you a question? You must be honest.

Dib gulped; he knew that Gaz was able to tell whenever he lied ever since he told her he had broken her favorite toy. Still, she seemed to be interested in something only he could answer to, and somehow she would be able to get it out of him. The sooner the better, right? Well… Less painful for him.

Are you still interested in Tak? You know… The Irken?

Uhm… What? –He seemed taken back. Why would Gaz want to know that? Only her wicked mind knew.

Tak. Irken. The girl you met a few Valentine's ago.

Dib blushed. Gaz smirked; that's all she needed for an answer, and proceeded to spread some sun protection to her body.

That's ok, bro. No need to answer.

Dib of course, didn't feel too sure about this.

Later, Zim had come back from his unwanted nap due to the physical pain a certain human had placed upon him, and noticed that the Dib-Stink had gone into the water, wanting to plot something against Zim. At least, that's what the Irken thought. He was now alone with Gaz, whose body was laying on her front so that it was her back drinking the sun's golden light which had never before succeeded on giving her milky skin a tan.

He didn't notice as he stared at her form. Over the years, he had grown quite a bit. He was one of the tallest guys in hi skool, and Gaz was one of the smallest girls. She was tiny, and he wondered how much evil could fit such a petite human.

He then caught a glimpse of his glasses next to her towel. He needed to study the humans further, and this would be a good chance. He took them and turned them on as he placed them in his head, but found out he had to hold them. A mistake he forgot about. He had no ears, and he was so focused on making them look like normal human glasses, he forgot about making something to them so he wouldn't have any problem to keep them.

Just then, Gaz turned her head to him and saw Zim holding the sunglasses of doom staring at her.

Oh he is so dea..! Or maybe not…

Zim gimme a good reason for you to be staring at me with those cursed fake sunglasses and MAYBE I won't beat you to a pulp… Again.

Z-Zim is trying to study the humans so I can finally take ove- ZIM IS LEARNING ABOUT HUMANS TO SHOW EVERYONE HOW NORMAL ZIM IS!

That didn't make any sense… Still… How much time does it take you to "study" us?

Well, quite a while. If it wasn't for your pig sibling I could do it netter though, I just see him and I have to remind him about his big head.

My head is not big! Was heard but both teens ignored it.

Want me to help you? –That way I can separate those two, and maybe get some amusement.

Zim needs no help from a human pig!

Stop yelling! And be glad in offering to help you after what you did.

Gaz had a point there, Zim feared what she could do to him. And then again, if he got a human to study, things would go faster too! Besides, he knew how protective the Dib-Stink was towards the female, meaning he had a chance to annoy the human even if it was from a distance.

Alright human, I accept your assistance on Zim's research. Feel honored!

I said no more yelling!

They both stared at eachother, and all Gaz did was sit straight and hold a hand out to him.

No weird experiments though… Deal?

Not even a tiny-

If looks could kill… The glare he received was enough of a warning. Zim held her hand in order to settle the deal.

This should be interesting…

Here's chapter 3. I hope you liked it. Even though it doesn't really seem to strike people at all, I'll still continue this. :P