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Oh yeah Mind Entries are like diary entries but recorded in the mind.

Mind Entry #7

(Cass: mmmm…. Cookies…) (Jess: Cookies are good *raises eyebrows *) (Cass: Anyway.)

17 sent me this beautiful pale yellow gown; my favorite color. Jess got a pretty dark blue dress with light blue sparkles throughout it. I couldn't help think what his real motives are. I mean he helped us escape, gave us rooms, and nice dresses. 17 was never this generous! Something is defiantly up! At least Jess didn't freak about 17 like I did Vegeta.

Both of us took showers (long, hot ones) and put our hair semi-up, for that classy "I'm a good girl" look. For once I looked almost equal to Jess' beauty. 17 showed up to bring us at 7 sharp later that night. Here, we're going to see all our friends and family, but they aren't. Maybe… we'll see ourselves.

Chapter 7: Liar Liar Pants on Fire!

The three of us climbed into a limousine. It was so … so… BIG! The limousines back home weren't as large as this one. '17 must be pretty important.' I thought.

"So, you two ladies look very nice tonight!" He commented. I ignored him and stared out the window. The other two carried on small conversations, Jess giggling half the time. Just like old times. I always hated going places alone with them; I always was forgotten. Oh well.

We arrived on the scene, each at 17 sides. I spotted Vegeta, wearing a very sharp looking black tuxedo, looking hot. He froze when he saw us, with a look of utter disgust upon his face… wait! He always looks like that! I watched as an "enchanting" young lady glided across the wooden dance floor, with more grace than I can ever possess, heading towards us.

"Good evening 17, I see you couldn't find a date that you didn't have to pay." She sneered looking down her nose at us. Jess started to say something but I beat her too it.

"Excuse me, and you are?" I said with my "princessey" tone, glaring evilly at her.

"Me? I'm the Princes personal priestess. And you? Haven't I seen you on some street corner?"

"More like personal hoe" Jess mumbled. The priestess shot her a look that cold kill a yak from 200 yards away. Jess seemed unfazed. 17 stayed quiet. Seemly quite amused with the "entertainment" we're providing him.

"Not that I remember Miss Priestess." I made sure I put "priestess" in finger quotes, and winked at her. "But I did see you, what was it a dollar?"

"No, No, 50 cents is all she can get." Jess whispered. Suddenly the bottom of Jess' dress caught on fire, and the priestess snickered with contentment. 17 started running around like an idiot screaming "Put it out! Put it out!" like the fire was on him. I grabbed a glass of clear liquid from the tale nearby and threw it at dress thinking it was water. It erupted into bigger flames and Jess cried "That's vodka! You moron!"

"I thought it was water!" I cried back. 17 stopped running around in circles and fainted on the spot. What a pansy.

"I smell vodka! I know vodka when I smell it! And that's vodka! Now someone get me some water!" A glass bowl flew from a table and dumped on her, water pouring on everyone close. The fire went out and we realized the room was staring at us. 17 was still past out and the priestess was missing in action.