Chapter Two- The Takeover

Zim's eyes opened slowly, his head feeling extremely heavy. He knew he was in a very uncomfortable position because his arms and legs where hurting more than his head. He looked around, trying to remember what had happened. But his memory was shot.

He tried moving his arms, but they had been strung up above him. His feet barely touched the ground, putting more strain on his sore wrists. His shoulders felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. He quickly stood on his tip toes to relieve some of the pressure, sighing lightly once the strain was off his arms momentarily.

"What happened," he groaned.

He looked around to figure out where he was. And to his surprise, he was in the room where he and Dib first engaged in mating. And on that devious operating table was Dib, completely knocked out cold. He'd been strapped to it tightly, even though it was clear he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"If Dib didn't do this… then…," Zim asked out loud.

Conveniently, his question was answered right then when Tak opened the door.

Zim gasped. "Tak?! I thought I destroyed you," he barked at her in his usual tone.

"You merely delayed the inevitable, Zim," she said cruelly, stepping into the room followed by her robot, Mimi.

"Huh," he questioned.

Tak ignored his stupidity, having learned last time that explaining things to him was pretty much useless. She pressed a button on her wrist and hovered up to the ceiling to take down one of the nightmarish instruments typically used for surgery.

Zim gawked at her vastly superior battle suit. Every good Irken invader knew it was a Bounty Hunter 6000. But Zim was not a good invader.

"Where did you get that suit," he asked.

"A gift… from the Tallest," she said, not even bothering to look away from her work.

"Why would the Tallest give you a… a…," he said, searching in his mind for the suit's name.

"A Bounty Hunter 6000? They hate you… they like me… they want me to destroy you," she stated, still working at the ceiling's machinery. "That simple enough for you?"

Zim growled in anger. "You lie! You lie like jelly beans," he shouted at her.

Tak stopped for a moment to let that statement register. "Idiot…," she said under her breath, picking up her task of dismantling something that looked like a huge dentist drill.

Zim growled louder, yanking at his restraints irately. But the only thing he accomplished was ripping holes in his gloves around the wrists and making his arms sorer. He was enraged by the fact she was touching his things.

"What is your plan," he demanded.

"None of your business," she spat crossly. "All you need to know is that I plan to kill both of you once I've finished off this planet."

"Then why not just get it over with?! What purpose do I or the Dib human serve if you are so certain you have won," he asked, trying to get inside her head.

She looked down at him and gave him a twisted little smile. "Entertainment…"

Zim narrowed his eyes in confusion. He was not exactly sure what she meant by that.

"How did you get in here," he asked after a moment of silence.

"Cloaking," she stated, "And a little help from your friend there."

Zim looked to Dib on the operating table. He was angry, but he felt more betrayed than anything. One of the issues they could both agree on was that Tak was to be stopped at all costs.

He growled a little, but turned his attention to the real threat. He could not help but let his eyes travel over her figure for a moment. He noticed she looked rounder than when he last saw her. It took him a moment to finally realize the situation. She was pregnant, her Irken uterus swollen with jelly-like eggs. Irken pregnancies were not as obvious as a human's, but Zim could still tell.

Who could the father be, he wondered to himself. Someone of better intellect might have put two and two together and realized what she had to do to get that battle suit, but of course, Zim was clueless. But he did have enough spite to ask.

"So tell me Tak," he said harshly, "Who had the displeasure of knocking you up?"

Every muscle in Tak's body tensed up in anger, though you couldn't tell she was upset from the outside. And in a controlled, calm, slightly eerie tone, she simply replied, "Someone with a bigger worm than yours."

Zim was getting quite tired of this. Every impulse in his body wanted to lurch towards her in attack. What about his pak? He tried moving his spider arms.

"In case you are trying to use your pak, I deactivated all your defenses. And your computer no longer obeys you," Tak said as if reading his mind.

Zim's eye twitched in frustration. "Curse you, Tak!"

"Curse yourself Zim," she said lazily as she finished up her work. She floated back down to the floor, carrying the huge drill over her shoulder.

"Put it back! You put it back right now! Obey the mighty fist of Zim," he screamed, flailing about insanely.

In what seemed like an instant, Zim felt a sharp and painful force knock his head to one side. And before he could say anything, a strong, dodgy hand grasped his crotch and squeezed it through his pants.

"In case you haven't noticed, Zim… I've won," Tak whispered to him, "You might as well accept your fate. You're lucky I've let you live up to this point."

Zim was so stunned by the vice grip on his nether regions that he remained completely frozen where he stood. He dare not move for fear of losing his precious package.

She sneered at him fiercely and finally released him. She picked the drill back up, carrying it as if it weighed nothing at all. Even in her pregnancy, she was a force to be reckoned with. She was possibly even more dangerous in her current state. Like humans, Irkens tended to get a little moody when carrying eggs. But in Tak's case, that was probably the understatement of the century.

She finally made her way out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zim and an unconscious Dib alone to gather themselves.

Zim stared at the floor, not having fully gotten over that last physical attack on his person. He knew he had bigger things to think about, but his body still quaked with a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the danger that had past.

While Zim collected his thoughts about nearly being castrated, Dib began to come to. He opened his eyes slowly but quickly shut them. A bright light was directly over him, shining in his eyes and increasing the size of his migraine. Instinctively, he tried to touch his forehead, but obvious he couldn't.

"What the…," he groaned loudly.

Dib's statement was just loud enough for Zim to hear, and the alien threw a deadly glare in Dib's direction.

"YOU! You filthy… traitor," Zim shouted angrily. In his rage he swung his leg out towards the operating table, but the force of his movement caused him to spin around, twisting his chains.

Dib cringed hearing Zim's loud, shrilly voice. This was definitely not what he needed right now.

"Zim… what are you talking about? What happened," he asked, still making an effort to move but having no luck.

Zim lifted up his feet and began rotating around, letting his chains unwind. "Tak's taken over, she's holding us prisoner, and I hate you," Zim explained with deep irritation as he spun slowly.

"What else is new," Dib groaned.

"Once I get out of this, I will turn you into bologna again," Zim threatened, but not with much zest.

"What the heck did I do," Dib asked indignantly.

"You helped Tak!"

"Hey! She was pointing a gun in my face! You would have done the same if she were coming after me!"

"That's beside the point!"

"No it's not!"

"Alright, let's just stop fighting and find a way out of this mess before Tak kills us," Zim stated.

"Fine. Any ideas?"

"Uhhh… no," Zim said in frustration.

"Then we're doomed," Dib said agitatedly.

"Do not give up so quickly, Dib-Stink. Sooner or later, Tak will have forgotten something along the line. And when that happens, we will attack her weak point like a gasmerbia attacks its prey," Zim stated triumphantly.

Dib just kind of look at him, partially because he had no idea what a gasmerbia was. "Uhhh, in case you haven't noticed, Zim, I'm strapped to a table and you are a piñata. How are we suppose to attack?"

"With our minds," Zim said evilly.

Thought I killed off Dib for a moment there, huh? Nah... I'm too much in love with him. Oh, and I suppose it would be good to read my other fic "Cuts and Bruises" to get the story of Dib and Zim's "first mating". I'm so evil...