Chapter Three- Scandalous

Gaz sat in her throne, tapping her fingers on the armrest. She had ordered for her fiancé to come a few moments ago, but even now her patience was beginning to wear thin. Her fuse was notoriously short, prompting her servants to finish their tasks more hurriedly.

Her advisor was meeting with the General, most likely discussing tactics for the impending war. Although, it wouldn't surprise her if they were doing more than just talking. For you see, Dib had a scandalous past with the General. As of now it was over, but much unprofessional activity occurred within the royals and the royal staff. Scandals were nothing new to the Kingdom of Orange. But the thought of such incompetence angered Gaz for a moment, and she snorted a little at the idea that her brother and the General might be getting it on at that very moment.

Suddenly, in the silence of the throne room, a figure entered the room. The tapping of his feet on the tile floor snapped Gaz out of her deep thought and she reacted.

"Where have you been," she barked, raising her voice.

Gaz's fiancé stopped in his tracks for a moment, startled by her tone. "I am sorry, my love. I was out in the garden," he said, continuing to walk closer to the throne.

"The garden?" she questioned, "Why are you all of a sudden interested in the garden? If I recall, you hated the garden last week."

"A change of pace does everyone some good," he said, "So what did you want me for?"

"I wanted to discuss the wedding. As of now, I am postponing the war until we are married," she stated to him, "But I fear Mandy might be catching onto us. It has been reported that our spies are close to being discovered. If they are caught, Mandy will strike first, giving her the upper hand," Gaz explained.

"So you maybe want to reschedule the wedding to a closer date," he asked her.

"Yes, Zim," she stated, "But will the wedding be planned by then?"

"I will do everything within my power to make sure everything is perfect," Zim promised her, kneeling on one knee before her.

Gaz may have been a demon, but she was still a woman and wanted only the best for her wedding. Besides, the wedding was to be a huge event marking not only hers and Zim's union but the beginning of an alliance between her kingdom and the planet Irk. Their armada of spaceships would prove to be a vital weapon against Black and White. For undoubtedly Mandy would call upon the forces of the underworld to fight for her. And Queen Gaz needed something with just as much firepower to fight back.

Gaz smiled at him crookedly. Seeing how they were alone for once, she took the opportunity to partake in their dark courtship. She crossed her legs seductively.

"Tell me, Zim. What do you like most about me," she asked.

Zim smiled evilly at her, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes. "Oh, I'm not sure," he stated, getting up off his knee and sauntering up to her. "It might be the way your brow furrows when you get really annoyed. It might be the way your hair is always perfectly in place," he said, standing next to her throne and staring down at her. He leaned down, putting a hand on the armrest and running his fingers through her hair with the other. "Or maybe it's the way you make everyone your…"

"Your majesty?"

Zim stopped mid-sentence and looked away, sighing in frustration. Gaz growled a little at being interrupted. "Go away," she almost screamed at the servant standing in the doorway.

The servant shivered a little but cleared his throat. "But, your majesty, the royal advisor has returned," he said.

Gaz gritted her teeth and growled, fire blazing in her eyes. "I said get out!!!"

Immediately, the servant ran out as fast as he could, shaking in fear. He ran down the hallway so quickly, he didn't notice he had past the royal advisor himself.

Dib looked over his shoulder as the servant zipped by. He knew he probably shouldn't see Gaz at that moment, but after meeting with the General, he felt brave. So he peeked into the throne room and almost instantly cringed. His sister and the scourge of his existence were making googily eyes. He hated catching those two showing any kind of affection towards each other. But then again, nothing made him happier than interrupting one of those moments.

Without hesitation, he entered the throne room. Needless to say, he hadn't been noticed, seeing how the two lovebirds were fixated on each other. But he would fix that.

Dib cleared his throat as loudly as he could, letting it echo all around the large chamber.

Gaz turned her head towards the noise and growled again seeing her brother interrupting them. "What is it, Dib?" she angrily spat.

He stood up tall and put his hand casually behind his back. The informal stance almost mocked Gaz, as if to prove she couldn't be in control all the time.

"I have a few matters to discuss with you regarding the General," Dib said very calmly.

There was a bit of a pause in which Zim made good use of to glare at the pointy-haired advisor.

"Alone…," Dib added on, catching Zim's glare of death.

"Come back later," Gaz screeched.

"No, no, darling. It's quite alright," Zim stated, "I have matters of my own to attend to."

Dib smiled pompously to himself. He got a sick little kick out of breaking up the fun for those two. But Zim had his own ways of retaliation.

The alien bent down and gave his lover a long, passionate kiss. The only real reason he bothered doing so was to get Dib's blood boiling or at least to gross him out. It was no secret that he and Zim hated each other. In fact, it had been the latest bit of gossip among the citizens of Orange ever since the engagement was announced. So everyone buzzed about with predictions on how long it would be till one of them killed the other.

As the two lovers kissed for what seemed like forever, Dib could not help but wince at the truly disgusting sight. At least it was sickening to him. So much so that he had to look away in annoyance.

Finally, Gaz broke the kiss and motioned for Zim to leave with a small jerk of her head. He smiled and nodded, sauntering towards the doorway. As he past Dib, he made complete eye contact and smirked devilishly, taunting his enemy to humor himself.

Dib's nose wrinkled, almost taking on the appearance of a quiet snarl. But he refused to give his enemy anymore satisfaction. So once Zim was gone, he approached his sister.

"So what is so important that you had to interrupt me," she snapped.

"Oh you know, the usual, completely confidential, highly important military tactics presented by the General. Same old, same old," Dib stated, shrugging his shoulders, "Oh, and I'm really getting tired of her attitude by the way."

"She still too spicy for you?" Gaz taunted.

Dib was going to tell her how that devilish woman always made passes at him and how he would suggest firing her. But then again, Gaz would probably not pick him over her. She was, after all, the greatest military genius Orange had seen in decades. But she was deceitful, dark, and a pistol to say the very least. Not to mention, she could get away with just about anything. But that was to be expected since the General and Gaz were long time best friends.

"I just feel she is becoming too unprofessional, especially for someone in her position of power," Dib responded.

"Put your big boy shorts on and deal with it," Gaz snapped at him, "Now give up the plans. I don't have all night."

Dib sighed, clearly frustrated. "Alright," he said, pulling out the data chip.

A bit of a short chapter, but it explains a lot. And no, I'm not telling you who the General is, and no, I am not going to answer a review that tries to guess who it is! So bleh! Anyways, I hope you liked the update.