Hey!!! I'm on a roll aren't I? Actually it's because I have no life, but oh
well. Oh, and just to let everyone know, once I'm done with the entire
story (I think I have around 4 more chapters to go) I plan on fixing all of
my errors and improving the story with better descriptions and dialogue and
such. Keyword there: PLAN No definite there. Also I'm beginning to think I
should call this a ZAGF (Zim and Gaz Friendship) rather than a ZAGR but oh
well. Zim is a bit UnZim-like in this chapter but not that bad, I think.
"No." Gaz said flatly, as soon as the words left his mouth. Zim stared at her incredulous.
"Yes!" Zim shouted when he recovered.
"No!" Gaz growled.
"FINE!! Then those STUPID, FILTHY STINKBEAST HUMAN WORMBABY FRIENDS OF YOURS DIE!!!!!!!" Zim screamed, hopping up and down, fists clenched at his side. He reminded Gaz of these spoiled brats who had lived next door to her, and who had thrown temper-tantrums every time they didn't get their way.
"Dork." Gaz commented as Zim finally stopped and began breathing heavily through his open mouth, saliva dripping down his chin.
"So you'd rather let your friends die, then flirt with Purple for a little while?" Zim questioned after a few seconds. Gaz glared at him before murmuring something under her breath. Zim leaned forward.
"What was that?" he asked, leering at her.
"I said, mmfhmine." She said, muttering as she got to the last word.
"Say again?" Zim asked.
"I SAID, fine, but I'm only going to find out what their planning and then I'm coming right back." Gaz snapped.
"That's all I need to know." Zim replied, smirking, "Now, first order of business is to get you cleaned up. You look like you haven't washed yourself in months." Gaz shook her head, not bothering to tell him that she hadn't. All of the rebels had tried to keep clean but without running water it had been near impossible.
"Follow me." Zim said walking to one of the doors. He opened it to reveal a bathroom. A strange looking toilet was to the left and straight ahead was an oddly shaped tub; well at least she thought it was a bathtub. It was a circle with high sides but instead of one spout for water there was 8, each labeled differently. She leaned forward to look at one of the labels but Zim moved in front of her, twisting three of the knobs. Different colored liquids began pouring out; one was an orangey-rust color, the second was green and bubbled when it met with the other liquids, the last was clear like water but was thick and reminded her of gelatin.
"I'm not bathing in that." Gaz said wrinkling her nose in disdain, "What is it anyway?"
"You are too, and it's simple soaps." Zim scoffed at her, "That one there," Zim pointed to the clear liquid, "is the equivalent to your earth 'water'." Zim shivered at the thought of the acid like substance.
"The green one is to clean your skin, and the orange is for getting rid of bacteria's causing stench, it's also the Irken mating smell, kind of like your cologne and perfume." Zim finished.
"Irken mating smell?" Gaz said, sneering at him.
"Yes, it will help Purple become attracted to you." Zim replied.
"He doesn't need any help with his horny freakin' ass." Gaz growled.
"Too bad." Zim said, turning off the spouts as it was nearly filled to the top and then sitting back, "Go ahead, get in." he urged when she made no move. Gaz looked at him pointedly.
"Leave and I will." She said when he didn't get the point.
"Stupid humans and their moronic privacy." Zim muttered as he left, shutting the door. Gaz waited for a second before she pulled off her dirty clothes and then, hesitantly slid into the liquid, closing the curtain as she did so. It felt like she was sliding into jello but it was strangely relaxing and she soon felt herself becoming sleepy, but she jerked awake as she heard the door open.
"What do you want?" she snapped, making sure the curtain was closed all of the way.
"I'm taking your clothes." Zim replied.
"What?! Why?!" Gaz asked.
"They're disgusting, I'm just taking them to enter the sizes into the computer to get new ones for you." Zim explained before she heard the door shut once more.
"Fine." Gaz murmured to herself, sliding once more into the soothing liquid. She was half asleep when she fell all the way under the solution and realized that she could breath in it. Amazed, she took a few cautious breaths, and then a deep, lung filling breathe. She sat up and watched as it dripped off of her. Finally, she stood and poked her head around the curtain looking for something to dry herself off with. She saw a dark purple robe on a rack and yanked it off, wrapping it around herself and stepping carefully out of the tub. Just then Zim walked in, carrying a small brown bag, he saw that Gaz was out of the bath already and tossed her the bag.
"Those are your clothes." He said, getting ready to walk out. Gaz opened the bag and dumped its contents out.
"You mean underclothes right?" Gaz asked, holding up the bra-like top and the black tiny shorts and underwear. The top was also black but it had the Irken Insignia plastered on the back.
"No, those are your clothes." Zim said, stopping and looking at her with a sneer on his face.
"I'm not wearing them." Gaz said, throwing them back into the bag and chucking the bag at Zim, who caught it and glared at her.
"Fine, then, go naked but I'm almost positive he'll find it more inviting." Zim snapped angrily, dropping the bag, leaving the room and slamming the door.
"Geez, what's got his undies in a bunch." Gaz said to herself, staring at the bag with hatred. Sighing, she hurriedly put them on, and then wrapped the robe back around her. She walked out of the room, running her fingers through her wet hair.
Zim sat on his throne, staring straight ahead, eyes somewhat vacant. He was fighting to control all of the emotions that had surfaced as he'd seen Gaz fresh from the bath. He'd remembered how he'd felt before the armada, how he'd squelched the feelings, hoping to kill them forever. Apparently, it had not worked as well as he'd first thought. He was confused on how a worm baby could elicit these strange, thoughts. He was also angry; angry with himself, with Dib, with the Tallest, with the armada, and with Gaz for bringing out these feelings. But he chalked it up to the Irken mating smell, giving the subject a sort of finality as Gaz approached from the bathroom. He frowned at her when he saw that she was still wearing the robe.
"Relax, those pieces of cloth you call actual clothes are on under this." Gaz said, watching his expression. Zim nodded, and sat up, watching her expectantly.
"What?" Gaz asked.
"Take the robe off, I've already called Stit, he'll be here shortly. I've explained everything to him." Zim said. Gaz wrinkled her nose at him but shrugged out of the robe. Zim watched her, apparently uninterested. The clothes fit Gaz nicely although she looked a little gaunt and pale, but he figured that since food was scarce they didn't eat as often as they should've. And as far as Zim knew she'd always been pale. He began to wonder when she'd last eaten, not since she'd been with him, and the prisoners weren't fed until they'd answered their questions.
"When was the last time you've eaten?" Zim asked, as Gaz began shifting under his gaze.
"Huh? Oh." Gaz paused, thinking, "3 or 4 days, maybe 5. I don't know." She replied, looking up at him.
"5 days!" Zim said somewhat outraged. An Irken had 6 meals a day, every day, no matter what, and she hadn't eaten in 5 days!
"It's not that big of a deal, you know. Even at our base I only ate every other day, like everyone else, except days when we were going to attack you guys, then we'd eat as much as we needed. After awhile it became routine, my stomach hasn't even growled at all." Gaz explained.
"Your infantile stomach doesn't have to growl! Your body will start to eat at itself until there's nothing left to eat and then you'll die!" Zim shouted. Gaz stared at him warily. Zim sighed and turned his T.C. on.
"Send three Irkens to my chambers with as much food as they can carry." He said into it.
"I'm not hungry." Gaz explained patiently.
"You're eating." Zim said flatly.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're eating."
"But I'm NOT HUNGRY."
"Too bad, you're eating."
"You can't make me eat."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"Yes I can."
"I said, 'No you can't'." Gaz snapped, brandishing her fist.
"And I said I can or your friends die." Zim said.
"You never said that." Gaz growled, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" she asked.
"Because I don't want my spy passing out while she's trying to get me info." Zim replied, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
"I don't know." Gaz said sticking her tongue out. Somebody cleared their throat at the door and Zim and Gaz turned to look, Stit was standing there, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Wait for a second. The prisoner needs to eat." Zim said, Stit nodded and bowed to the side. A minute later 3 Irkens walked in, each carrying a large, round platter piled high with foods.
"Place it right here." Zim said motioning to the ground in front of Gaz. The Irkens walked forward, placing the platters carefully on the ground, then left, bowing to Zim as they went.
"Eat." Zim ordered, turning to Gaz.
"No."
"EAT! Now, dammit!!!" Zim snapped, "Do you want your friends to die just because you wouldn't eat?" he added, sighing with exasperation.
"I'll take one bite but that's it." Gaz finally agreed.
"10."
"2."
"8."
"2"
"5."
"3."
"Fine." Zim finally approved. Gaz sat down next to the platters; they were piled high with unidentifiable but delicious smelling foods. She grabbed something that resembled bread and took a small, hesitant bite. She tasted slowly, before taking a bigger bite. To her surprise it was delicious, it reminded her of pizza but with a more elegant taste. She soon found herself devouring the bread and when she realized it was gone, looked up to find that Zim and Stit were watching her, Zim with a look of triumph in his eyes.
"So I was a bit hungrier then I thought, I'm done now anyway." Gaz said standing. Stit nodded, walking out the door with Gaz in tow.
"You're gonna pay for this, you know." Gaz said, turning to Zim, before shutting the door.
"No." Gaz said flatly, as soon as the words left his mouth. Zim stared at her incredulous.
"Yes!" Zim shouted when he recovered.
"No!" Gaz growled.
"FINE!! Then those STUPID, FILTHY STINKBEAST HUMAN WORMBABY FRIENDS OF YOURS DIE!!!!!!!" Zim screamed, hopping up and down, fists clenched at his side. He reminded Gaz of these spoiled brats who had lived next door to her, and who had thrown temper-tantrums every time they didn't get their way.
"Dork." Gaz commented as Zim finally stopped and began breathing heavily through his open mouth, saliva dripping down his chin.
"So you'd rather let your friends die, then flirt with Purple for a little while?" Zim questioned after a few seconds. Gaz glared at him before murmuring something under her breath. Zim leaned forward.
"What was that?" he asked, leering at her.
"I said, mmfhmine." She said, muttering as she got to the last word.
"Say again?" Zim asked.
"I SAID, fine, but I'm only going to find out what their planning and then I'm coming right back." Gaz snapped.
"That's all I need to know." Zim replied, smirking, "Now, first order of business is to get you cleaned up. You look like you haven't washed yourself in months." Gaz shook her head, not bothering to tell him that she hadn't. All of the rebels had tried to keep clean but without running water it had been near impossible.
"Follow me." Zim said walking to one of the doors. He opened it to reveal a bathroom. A strange looking toilet was to the left and straight ahead was an oddly shaped tub; well at least she thought it was a bathtub. It was a circle with high sides but instead of one spout for water there was 8, each labeled differently. She leaned forward to look at one of the labels but Zim moved in front of her, twisting three of the knobs. Different colored liquids began pouring out; one was an orangey-rust color, the second was green and bubbled when it met with the other liquids, the last was clear like water but was thick and reminded her of gelatin.
"I'm not bathing in that." Gaz said wrinkling her nose in disdain, "What is it anyway?"
"You are too, and it's simple soaps." Zim scoffed at her, "That one there," Zim pointed to the clear liquid, "is the equivalent to your earth 'water'." Zim shivered at the thought of the acid like substance.
"The green one is to clean your skin, and the orange is for getting rid of bacteria's causing stench, it's also the Irken mating smell, kind of like your cologne and perfume." Zim finished.
"Irken mating smell?" Gaz said, sneering at him.
"Yes, it will help Purple become attracted to you." Zim replied.
"He doesn't need any help with his horny freakin' ass." Gaz growled.
"Too bad." Zim said, turning off the spouts as it was nearly filled to the top and then sitting back, "Go ahead, get in." he urged when she made no move. Gaz looked at him pointedly.
"Leave and I will." She said when he didn't get the point.
"Stupid humans and their moronic privacy." Zim muttered as he left, shutting the door. Gaz waited for a second before she pulled off her dirty clothes and then, hesitantly slid into the liquid, closing the curtain as she did so. It felt like she was sliding into jello but it was strangely relaxing and she soon felt herself becoming sleepy, but she jerked awake as she heard the door open.
"What do you want?" she snapped, making sure the curtain was closed all of the way.
"I'm taking your clothes." Zim replied.
"What?! Why?!" Gaz asked.
"They're disgusting, I'm just taking them to enter the sizes into the computer to get new ones for you." Zim explained before she heard the door shut once more.
"Fine." Gaz murmured to herself, sliding once more into the soothing liquid. She was half asleep when she fell all the way under the solution and realized that she could breath in it. Amazed, she took a few cautious breaths, and then a deep, lung filling breathe. She sat up and watched as it dripped off of her. Finally, she stood and poked her head around the curtain looking for something to dry herself off with. She saw a dark purple robe on a rack and yanked it off, wrapping it around herself and stepping carefully out of the tub. Just then Zim walked in, carrying a small brown bag, he saw that Gaz was out of the bath already and tossed her the bag.
"Those are your clothes." He said, getting ready to walk out. Gaz opened the bag and dumped its contents out.
"You mean underclothes right?" Gaz asked, holding up the bra-like top and the black tiny shorts and underwear. The top was also black but it had the Irken Insignia plastered on the back.
"No, those are your clothes." Zim said, stopping and looking at her with a sneer on his face.
"I'm not wearing them." Gaz said, throwing them back into the bag and chucking the bag at Zim, who caught it and glared at her.
"Fine, then, go naked but I'm almost positive he'll find it more inviting." Zim snapped angrily, dropping the bag, leaving the room and slamming the door.
"Geez, what's got his undies in a bunch." Gaz said to herself, staring at the bag with hatred. Sighing, she hurriedly put them on, and then wrapped the robe back around her. She walked out of the room, running her fingers through her wet hair.
Zim sat on his throne, staring straight ahead, eyes somewhat vacant. He was fighting to control all of the emotions that had surfaced as he'd seen Gaz fresh from the bath. He'd remembered how he'd felt before the armada, how he'd squelched the feelings, hoping to kill them forever. Apparently, it had not worked as well as he'd first thought. He was confused on how a worm baby could elicit these strange, thoughts. He was also angry; angry with himself, with Dib, with the Tallest, with the armada, and with Gaz for bringing out these feelings. But he chalked it up to the Irken mating smell, giving the subject a sort of finality as Gaz approached from the bathroom. He frowned at her when he saw that she was still wearing the robe.
"Relax, those pieces of cloth you call actual clothes are on under this." Gaz said, watching his expression. Zim nodded, and sat up, watching her expectantly.
"What?" Gaz asked.
"Take the robe off, I've already called Stit, he'll be here shortly. I've explained everything to him." Zim said. Gaz wrinkled her nose at him but shrugged out of the robe. Zim watched her, apparently uninterested. The clothes fit Gaz nicely although she looked a little gaunt and pale, but he figured that since food was scarce they didn't eat as often as they should've. And as far as Zim knew she'd always been pale. He began to wonder when she'd last eaten, not since she'd been with him, and the prisoners weren't fed until they'd answered their questions.
"When was the last time you've eaten?" Zim asked, as Gaz began shifting under his gaze.
"Huh? Oh." Gaz paused, thinking, "3 or 4 days, maybe 5. I don't know." She replied, looking up at him.
"5 days!" Zim said somewhat outraged. An Irken had 6 meals a day, every day, no matter what, and she hadn't eaten in 5 days!
"It's not that big of a deal, you know. Even at our base I only ate every other day, like everyone else, except days when we were going to attack you guys, then we'd eat as much as we needed. After awhile it became routine, my stomach hasn't even growled at all." Gaz explained.
"Your infantile stomach doesn't have to growl! Your body will start to eat at itself until there's nothing left to eat and then you'll die!" Zim shouted. Gaz stared at him warily. Zim sighed and turned his T.C. on.
"Send three Irkens to my chambers with as much food as they can carry." He said into it.
"I'm not hungry." Gaz explained patiently.
"You're eating." Zim said flatly.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're eating."
"But I'm NOT HUNGRY."
"Too bad, you're eating."
"You can't make me eat."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"Yes I can."
"I said, 'No you can't'." Gaz snapped, brandishing her fist.
"And I said I can or your friends die." Zim said.
"You never said that." Gaz growled, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" she asked.
"Because I don't want my spy passing out while she's trying to get me info." Zim replied, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
"I don't know." Gaz said sticking her tongue out. Somebody cleared their throat at the door and Zim and Gaz turned to look, Stit was standing there, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Wait for a second. The prisoner needs to eat." Zim said, Stit nodded and bowed to the side. A minute later 3 Irkens walked in, each carrying a large, round platter piled high with foods.
"Place it right here." Zim said motioning to the ground in front of Gaz. The Irkens walked forward, placing the platters carefully on the ground, then left, bowing to Zim as they went.
"Eat." Zim ordered, turning to Gaz.
"No."
"EAT! Now, dammit!!!" Zim snapped, "Do you want your friends to die just because you wouldn't eat?" he added, sighing with exasperation.
"I'll take one bite but that's it." Gaz finally agreed.
"10."
"2."
"8."
"2"
"5."
"3."
"Fine." Zim finally approved. Gaz sat down next to the platters; they were piled high with unidentifiable but delicious smelling foods. She grabbed something that resembled bread and took a small, hesitant bite. She tasted slowly, before taking a bigger bite. To her surprise it was delicious, it reminded her of pizza but with a more elegant taste. She soon found herself devouring the bread and when she realized it was gone, looked up to find that Zim and Stit were watching her, Zim with a look of triumph in his eyes.
"So I was a bit hungrier then I thought, I'm done now anyway." Gaz said standing. Stit nodded, walking out the door with Gaz in tow.
"You're gonna pay for this, you know." Gaz said, turning to Zim, before shutting the door.